Post by Retasu on Mar 21, 2017 21:05:03 GMT -5
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It had been some time since Retasu has made his proclamation as King of the Northern Empire, and now it was finally time to meet with this Southern imposter of a King. Against his Advisor's will, who happened to be his Uncle as well, Retasu would send out another transmission over all frequencies on the planet. It was simple. Whoever claimed to be this Southern King was to meet him in the South. Immediately. With that, the young King would leave the protection of his Imperial Tower and guards and do as he said he was going to do, meet this person alone. He was hoping this other Saiyajin had enough pride to do the same, though he couldn't be too sure of those in the southern region. His mind had been filled with stories of how conniving and disgusting they were, an ugly mark on the proud history of the Saiyajin people. There was another feeling inside of him, though: Excitement. This would end in a battle, one way or the other, and the prospect of batting to the death for what was truly his, against a strong opponent, sent a thrill down his spine like no other.
He'd eventually make his way to the set coordinates, landing on an elevated rock formation overlooking the Central Wastelands of Daikondu. Retasu stood there in that polished and pristine white and gold colored vest-styled battle armor, blue bodysuit and white gloves and boots to finish the outfit. That brown, Saiyajin tail coiled tightly around his waist as he adjusted said gloves over his hands, tightening them by pulling down on the ends. That thick, lush mane of black hair was tied back by a plain, white band. Several thick strands falling near over his face as his eyes scanned the area. A red-lensed Scouter rested over left eye and ear, attempting to pick up any incoming Battle Powers that were higher than normal, as well as have a means of communication with his people when this was all over. His line was off at the moment, though. He was going to stay true to his word.
Still, he waited.
Totoma
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It had been some time since Retasu has made his proclamation as King of the Northern Empire, and now it was finally time to meet with this Southern imposter of a King. Against his Advisor's will, who happened to be his Uncle as well, Retasu would send out another transmission over all frequencies on the planet. It was simple. Whoever claimed to be this Southern King was to meet him in the South. Immediately. With that, the young King would leave the protection of his Imperial Tower and guards and do as he said he was going to do, meet this person alone. He was hoping this other Saiyajin had enough pride to do the same, though he couldn't be too sure of those in the southern region. His mind had been filled with stories of how conniving and disgusting they were, an ugly mark on the proud history of the Saiyajin people. There was another feeling inside of him, though: Excitement. This would end in a battle, one way or the other, and the prospect of batting to the death for what was truly his, against a strong opponent, sent a thrill down his spine like no other.
He'd eventually make his way to the set coordinates, landing on an elevated rock formation overlooking the Central Wastelands of Daikondu. Retasu stood there in that polished and pristine white and gold colored vest-styled battle armor, blue bodysuit and white gloves and boots to finish the outfit. That brown, Saiyajin tail coiled tightly around his waist as he adjusted said gloves over his hands, tightening them by pulling down on the ends. That thick, lush mane of black hair was tied back by a plain, white band. Several thick strands falling near over his face as his eyes scanned the area. A red-lensed Scouter rested over left eye and ear, attempting to pick up any incoming Battle Powers that were higher than normal, as well as have a means of communication with his people when this was all over. His line was off at the moment, though. He was going to stay true to his word.
Still, he waited.
Totoma