Post by Cayle Pota on Sept 30, 2019 19:19:06 GMT -8
ONE DAY LATER: FORGED IN THE FIRES OF MOUNT ALLIUM CHAPTER 2; TEMPERED IN THE TOWN OF PICO Y GAYO.
The dark brown haired Saiyan former farm boy who was from a long line of Saiyan peasantry still found the world around him, this ‘E-arth’ alien. The people, the attitude, and surprisingly the.. Hope? It was something that he was not familiar with in the trudging through life that a Saiyan peasant went through, yet it was something that the common folk here seemed to have in abundance. Even here on Pico y Gayo Island, the island which Mount Allium had been found on and the farms which supported the Taco King fledgling restaurant enterprise were located on, where a volcano had just hit a few hours or so before- the people were hopeful.
Part of him knew that it was not just because they were hopeful but because some strange heroes, this strange and ragged group of folks from who knows where in the mountains had not only escaped the Volcano but used their great powers to save the people of the land- yet part of him suspected even if their homes had been washed in ash and fire and they had been forced to flee, they would have still moved with determination.
It was something he sought to emulate, that he idolized as a pedestal of action to move through the world with. Cayle Pota, son of Pota Potaset, was rustic but had been forced to learn the ways of the world and push his intelligence. His words might be decidedly a strange grab bag of intelligence and country cant, but he was not stupid by any means.
As he strode through the dirt and cobble streets of Pico y Gayo Town, he greeted every one of these Earthlings with a smile. Even the big orange and black striped catman, the ‘Tiger Beastman’, who was the mayor, with his fancy purple suit and orange tie. They all had given what they could to help the survivors of the Mount Allium facility, the former test subjects at the hands of the Tuffle Science Executive.
It felt strange, owing these people something like he did- for their help and without any great ties or alliances put in front of them to make them give their aid to him and his. Humans, or as it probably was more proper to call this collection of species on this planet, “Earthlings” were a strange group for sure. The Saiyans had helped them, yes, but it wasn’t specifically to help them. After all, none of Cayle’s group could fly, and so they would have died or at least been greatly maimed in the magma had the Saiyan former farm boy turned would be warlord thought quickly and did his first real example of leading. Even now, hours after the incident and after resting in an honest to the gods bed he was exhausted.
Strangely, the Saiyans did not want to be far from him so he had to arrange for an empty warehouse to be their home in the town for the moment, and while he had explained for others to go find work and attempt to gather some sort of resources for the group of refugees. After he was sure that they were settled in and someone he could trust to leave in charge, Fiddar, he left the area.
Cayle himself had already found a way to get food for the rest of the refugees, at least. He did not bother to tell them because extra food was always good, but he had none the less found a way to do so. The Owner-Chef-Proprietor of the Taco King restaurant franchise had seen Cayle lift one of the cargo hover-trucks of the corporation when it couldn’t start and the magma was coming too fast.
He, Konja, and Jack had been invited to eat with Carlos Alfonso, and learn how to cook the foods which were abundant nearby, especially cheap foods like beans and rice, as well as onions, garlic, and corn grain flour or wheat flour to turn into bread, or tortillas. Until the Saiyan refugees were able to actually get a hold of plentiful zeni to feed and cloth the rest of their rudimentary Saiyan Clan or Kingdom.
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The dark brown haired Saiyan former farm boy who was from a long line of Saiyan peasantry still found the world around him, this ‘E-arth’ alien. The people, the attitude, and surprisingly the.. Hope? It was something that he was not familiar with in the trudging through life that a Saiyan peasant went through, yet it was something that the common folk here seemed to have in abundance. Even here on Pico y Gayo Island, the island which Mount Allium had been found on and the farms which supported the Taco King fledgling restaurant enterprise were located on, where a volcano had just hit a few hours or so before- the people were hopeful.
Part of him knew that it was not just because they were hopeful but because some strange heroes, this strange and ragged group of folks from who knows where in the mountains had not only escaped the Volcano but used their great powers to save the people of the land- yet part of him suspected even if their homes had been washed in ash and fire and they had been forced to flee, they would have still moved with determination.
It was something he sought to emulate, that he idolized as a pedestal of action to move through the world with. Cayle Pota, son of Pota Potaset, was rustic but had been forced to learn the ways of the world and push his intelligence. His words might be decidedly a strange grab bag of intelligence and country cant, but he was not stupid by any means.
As he strode through the dirt and cobble streets of Pico y Gayo Town, he greeted every one of these Earthlings with a smile. Even the big orange and black striped catman, the ‘Tiger Beastman’, who was the mayor, with his fancy purple suit and orange tie. They all had given what they could to help the survivors of the Mount Allium facility, the former test subjects at the hands of the Tuffle Science Executive.
It felt strange, owing these people something like he did- for their help and without any great ties or alliances put in front of them to make them give their aid to him and his. Humans, or as it probably was more proper to call this collection of species on this planet, “Earthlings” were a strange group for sure. The Saiyans had helped them, yes, but it wasn’t specifically to help them. After all, none of Cayle’s group could fly, and so they would have died or at least been greatly maimed in the magma had the Saiyan former farm boy turned would be warlord thought quickly and did his first real example of leading. Even now, hours after the incident and after resting in an honest to the gods bed he was exhausted.
Strangely, the Saiyans did not want to be far from him so he had to arrange for an empty warehouse to be their home in the town for the moment, and while he had explained for others to go find work and attempt to gather some sort of resources for the group of refugees. After he was sure that they were settled in and someone he could trust to leave in charge, Fiddar, he left the area.
Cayle himself had already found a way to get food for the rest of the refugees, at least. He did not bother to tell them because extra food was always good, but he had none the less found a way to do so. The Owner-Chef-Proprietor of the Taco King restaurant franchise had seen Cayle lift one of the cargo hover-trucks of the corporation when it couldn’t start and the magma was coming too fast.
He, Konja, and Jack had been invited to eat with Carlos Alfonso, and learn how to cook the foods which were abundant nearby, especially cheap foods like beans and rice, as well as onions, garlic, and corn grain flour or wheat flour to turn into bread, or tortillas. Until the Saiyan refugees were able to actually get a hold of plentiful zeni to feed and cloth the rest of their rudimentary Saiyan Clan or Kingdom.
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