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[namekian]

Who Piccolo namekian and YOU
Where Out and about
When 7/18, afternoon
Warning None
Summary Piccolo tries to escape the confinement of the MAC, and is running errands for his new living situation.
Format whatev



All efforts were still unsuccessful. He had been in this City for a while now. Since meditation was a good escape from his surroundings, the fact was he was still in a confined space became the harsh reality he was faced with every time he opened his eyes. The contact between nature and spirit was really starting to fade, thanks to thin apartment walls, neutrally colored carpeting, and the noise from the street. There was a vast difference between birds chirping and the wind gently passing through the leaves of a tree and loud traffic and gunshots outside.

How were people even able to think here?

He didn't wear civilian clothes often, but he was tired of the attention his eccentric cape drew. It was a quick errand, not a fight nor training. He didn't need his cape. The turban though? That was staying. Until he could find something else to cover the antennae. Not that the green skin and freakish tallness wasn't enough to make someone look twice.

Comments

[namekian]

He glances at the cover, brows narrowing. "You enjoy reading about tragedy?"

yikes! I'm really sorry

[incywincyhero]

He flips the book back around, trying to give the cover another look through fresh eyes. "Well, it's a sad story, definitely, but it's also pretty inspiring -- I mean, without the cells from this one woman in Baltimore, we might not have modern medicine as we know it. Millions of people, literally, have benefited from research done on the HeLa line. But on the other hand no one ever asked her permission, and none of the pharmaceutical or cosmetics companies that profited from her have ever recompensed her family ... so the same scientists who used her cells to do a lot of good have done a lot of evil as well."

He shrugs, a little awkward now that he's realized he's lecturing. "I don't know, I just think it's important to know these things -- to not repeat the sins of the past."

np!

[namekian]

Piccolo is a bit surprised at how long winded he was being. He was almost sorry he asked. With a grunt, he responded. "A good lesson. A little heavy for introductions." Not that he himself was particularly light hearted. "So what's your story?" They've recognized each other as Imports. He might as well know what this guy's all about. It couldn't always be assumed that every Import was an ally, but it didn't hurt to find out who else had been brought here.

[incywincyhero]

"Heh. Sorry, should I say I'm a scientific researcher? So you could say I'm invested."

He brushes off that topic with a wave of his hand, since it's clear Piccolo isn't that interested. "Pretty sure mine isn't as interesting as yours -- I've lived in this city my entire life." His expression hovers somewhere between a smirk and a rueful grin. "It's just that until a year and a half ago it was in an alternate universe to this one."

[namekian]

"Sounds interesting enough." Piccolo responded, shaking his head. "I've distanced myself from this kind of civilization in the past." That wasn't to say he didn't lead an interesting life, but it was certainly different from one he was experiencing right now.

[incywincyhero]

"This civilization as in a teeming metropolis, or pink-skinned mammals?" Peter asked, brow raised. "Heck, do humans even exist where you're from?"

[namekian]

"Yeah. They do." He shrugged. "A metropolis is what I was getting at."

[incywincyhero]

"This must be some real culture shock, then." Peter can't even imagine how he'd have handled being dumped on another planet in the backend of nowhere instead another version of his own home city. Probably not as well as this guy. "Thinking of sticking around, or are you going to make tracks to a quieter part of the country?"

[namekian]

"I haven't mastered teleporting yet and I can't fly as fast as I used to here... so I figured it was best to settle in where I might be needed or at the very least where I'd be the most useful." Piccolo motioned to the street. "So, sticking around seemed like the logical option."

[incywincyhero]

"Well, I hope people are treating you all right. It's not really the greatest time for imPorts to show up at the moment." Peter considers mentioning the Skrulls, but hesitates. It's hard to find a tactful way to tell someone that they might be mistaken for an alien invader, especially if they actually are (probably) an alien.

[namekian]

"So I've heard, though I doubt there really is a great time to be brought here." He heard about skrulls. He's used to the looks. No accusations yet, but he was prepared for it.

[incywincyhero]

"I'm guessing you heard about the alien invasion, then. People here aren't used to that kind of thing. I mean," he clarifies, hastily, "I'm not really used to it either, but at least I've met aliens before, and people who don't look like ordinary humans."

[namekian]

"Yeah.... I know that it would probably be wise of me to at least attempt to blend in." But he didn't know how to begin. Where it came down to was the fact that he had green skin, it wasn't going to matter what he wore. He shook his head. "But I also figure that people could take any attempt of doing so as suspicious. I suppose it's best for them to simply become used to it."