Post by Queen Taras on Nov 22, 2020 13:00:37 GMT -8
Her arrival into the park might not have been through the most conventional means. In fact, there was at least one extremely pissed-off and singed Saiyan Sherriff out there now hunting for her, but since her arrival in Pilaf Land, Queen Taras had found it surprisingly easy to blend in. It helped a little with the culture shock.
Never in her life had she been surrounded by so many people and so much technology. She knew, in general terms, that this sort of thing was out there – the no-good miscreants who cycled in and out of her gang over the past seven years had shared all sorts of insights and pined for all sorts of luxuries that you just didn’t get living in various desert caves and holes. It was quite the eye-opener. This, all of this, was what had been stolen from her by the Dog King and all of his supporters! If her people hadn’t been driven underground, she could have enjoyed all the luxuries that Pilaf Land had to offer years ago!
Where some people might get downhearted at such a realisation, though, the tiny Queen took a different approach. She didn’t understand any of this, not really. The screens and strange foods, the high-speed rides and giant soft toys. It was an alien world, but it was one that she was supposed to rule. What better way to learn how to do that than to join it?
“So you can sense energy?”
The recruiter could not have sounded more bored if he tried. The simple fact was that there were too many jobs that needed to be done and not enough people capable of doing them; it wasn’t unusual for theme park ‘guests’ to wind up as employees when their credit ran dry. That didn’t make it any more exciting to talk to the constant parade of freaks and weirdos who came to him for help.
“Of course I can!” Taras blustered, “What do you take me for, some rube?!”
“Great. Just sign on the bottom line and, I can’t stress this enough, don’t eat any of the carrots, okay?”
“Carrots?”
And that was how Taras came to find herself standing in the middle of a huge carrot patch, staring with incredible intensity at one of them.
The supervisor cleared his throat.
“You’re sure you can sense energy, right?”
Taras’ brow twitched.
“Of COURSE I can. Don’t dare to question me again!”
“Okay, lady, it’s just you’ve been staring at that carrot for ten minutes now. I’m gonna clock off soon. You don’t get paid hourly, you know.”
“SHUT UP!”
All the shouting in the world wasn’t helping her to concentrate, though. Damnit. The frustrating thing was, she almost could sense something. She’d come across it in combat before. A faint awareness, like a pressure in the back of her mind, warning her, guiding her. It was just instinct, wasn’t it?
And what sort of Queen had anything less than impeccable instincts?! She just needed to clear her head of distractions… maybe if she just nibbled one of them?
She lifted the carrot she had been staring at from the ground, razor-sharp teeth glinting in the noonday sun as she brought it towards her slathering maw. Until a bored-sounding voice drawled out again.
“Ey. No eating them, remember?”
(Wordcount: 569)
Bass
Never in her life had she been surrounded by so many people and so much technology. She knew, in general terms, that this sort of thing was out there – the no-good miscreants who cycled in and out of her gang over the past seven years had shared all sorts of insights and pined for all sorts of luxuries that you just didn’t get living in various desert caves and holes. It was quite the eye-opener. This, all of this, was what had been stolen from her by the Dog King and all of his supporters! If her people hadn’t been driven underground, she could have enjoyed all the luxuries that Pilaf Land had to offer years ago!
Where some people might get downhearted at such a realisation, though, the tiny Queen took a different approach. She didn’t understand any of this, not really. The screens and strange foods, the high-speed rides and giant soft toys. It was an alien world, but it was one that she was supposed to rule. What better way to learn how to do that than to join it?
“So you can sense energy?”
The recruiter could not have sounded more bored if he tried. The simple fact was that there were too many jobs that needed to be done and not enough people capable of doing them; it wasn’t unusual for theme park ‘guests’ to wind up as employees when their credit ran dry. That didn’t make it any more exciting to talk to the constant parade of freaks and weirdos who came to him for help.
“Of course I can!” Taras blustered, “What do you take me for, some rube?!”
“Great. Just sign on the bottom line and, I can’t stress this enough, don’t eat any of the carrots, okay?”
“Carrots?”
And that was how Taras came to find herself standing in the middle of a huge carrot patch, staring with incredible intensity at one of them.
The supervisor cleared his throat.
“You’re sure you can sense energy, right?”
Taras’ brow twitched.
“Of COURSE I can. Don’t dare to question me again!”
“Okay, lady, it’s just you’ve been staring at that carrot for ten minutes now. I’m gonna clock off soon. You don’t get paid hourly, you know.”
“SHUT UP!”
All the shouting in the world wasn’t helping her to concentrate, though. Damnit. The frustrating thing was, she almost could sense something. She’d come across it in combat before. A faint awareness, like a pressure in the back of her mind, warning her, guiding her. It was just instinct, wasn’t it?
And what sort of Queen had anything less than impeccable instincts?! She just needed to clear her head of distractions… maybe if she just nibbled one of them?
She lifted the carrot she had been staring at from the ground, razor-sharp teeth glinting in the noonday sun as she brought it towards her slathering maw. Until a bored-sounding voice drawled out again.
“Ey. No eating them, remember?”
(Wordcount: 569)
Bass