Post by Jorlaxl on Feb 2, 2012 18:25:58 GMT -5
Money. It really does make the world go round. Unfortunately, Jorlaxl's world was completely still. Walking throughout the desert aimlessly, he was thinking about how lazy he's been lately. Thinking intently, he blamed it on how he can't get enough money.
He needed some way to find a good amount of money. And fast. A few days ago, he felt something deep inside of him. An energy like none he had ever witnessed before. For the first time in his life, Jorlaxl felt fear. It wasn't the momentary shakes, because those come and go. He was terrified. As soon as he felt it, he flew away from it. Jorlaxl is arrogant, but he's not willing to be destroyed at a glance from whatever it was he felt.
So he resolved to get as much money as he could, and buy weighted armor. The heaviest he can find. He heard stories of how they rapidly increased the effectiveness of training, and that's what he needs the most right now. And as such, he needed to find money. And although Jorlaxl was evil, he wasn't blatantly so. He didn't want to make his presence known to Earth yet, so he needed to lay low until he can make a greater impression on the people.
Jorlaxl wasn't opposed to stripping the dead of their belongings.
Starting his search, he thought lazily to himself where he could find the most valuable goods.
"Graveyards are too public. I'd likely get ran out of town if I even tried that. Oh! I know! I'll go back to Central City! I doubt they even sent teams out to recover the bodies yet... perfect."
Sir, I believe your course of action is the right one. Of course, grave robbing is morally unethical. However, they won't need their possessions where they're going, right?
Agreeing with what 2B was saying, Jorlaxl blasted off from his desert location, in the direction of the old Central City ruins. The sun was setting low in the sky, and painted a portrait of crimson and dark blue across the horizon. The farther he flew, the darker it seemed to get, as if in anticipation of the plans he intends to put into motion.
Touching down on the surface after approximately 20 minutes of leisure-flying, he started his search of the ruins, attempting to find some possessions that he can "inherit." He searched in the remains of buildings, in the pile of bodies that someone started to stack on top of each other, and of course on the corpses that littered the streets. The stench of the half-decomposed bodies left a pungent odor in Jorlaxl's nose, and he had no choice but to fly skyward every few minutes, to clear his senses of the death and decay that surrounded him.
After about an hour and a half, he couldn't take it anymore, and had to get the Hell out. Having stripped the bodies clean of anything remotely valuable, he blasted out of the ruins, carrying all sorts of jewelry, wallets, and other objects in a sack on his back. Checking the time, he realized that it was only 8:30, leaving him (hopefully) enough time to go to a pawnshop and sell all of the things he procured.
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"Geez, buddy, you smell like you took a shower in entrails. Anyway, I took a look through all of your family heirlooms, and I brought it all to my boss. He could tell right off the bat that these are all stolen."
Jorlaxl recoiled, and thought quickly.
What do I do?! Do I kill him and go to another shop? Do I-
"Woah, easy buddy. We'll take your things, just the same. The only issue is that we needed to take a certain percentage off. Dirty merchandise, and all that. So, here's your check, and have a nice day! Oh, and I hope you take a proper shower. You smell worse than a pig wrapped in dirty clothes."
And with that, the clerk turned around and left the room, going back into the storehouse behind him. Shaking his head groggily, Jorlaxl took his check and lazily walked out of the shop and flew back to his cave in the desert. He was tired, and really wanted to get a few winks.
(Finished, Zeni please)
He needed some way to find a good amount of money. And fast. A few days ago, he felt something deep inside of him. An energy like none he had ever witnessed before. For the first time in his life, Jorlaxl felt fear. It wasn't the momentary shakes, because those come and go. He was terrified. As soon as he felt it, he flew away from it. Jorlaxl is arrogant, but he's not willing to be destroyed at a glance from whatever it was he felt.
So he resolved to get as much money as he could, and buy weighted armor. The heaviest he can find. He heard stories of how they rapidly increased the effectiveness of training, and that's what he needs the most right now. And as such, he needed to find money. And although Jorlaxl was evil, he wasn't blatantly so. He didn't want to make his presence known to Earth yet, so he needed to lay low until he can make a greater impression on the people.
Jorlaxl wasn't opposed to stripping the dead of their belongings.
Starting his search, he thought lazily to himself where he could find the most valuable goods.
"Graveyards are too public. I'd likely get ran out of town if I even tried that. Oh! I know! I'll go back to Central City! I doubt they even sent teams out to recover the bodies yet... perfect."
Sir, I believe your course of action is the right one. Of course, grave robbing is morally unethical. However, they won't need their possessions where they're going, right?
Agreeing with what 2B was saying, Jorlaxl blasted off from his desert location, in the direction of the old Central City ruins. The sun was setting low in the sky, and painted a portrait of crimson and dark blue across the horizon. The farther he flew, the darker it seemed to get, as if in anticipation of the plans he intends to put into motion.
Touching down on the surface after approximately 20 minutes of leisure-flying, he started his search of the ruins, attempting to find some possessions that he can "inherit." He searched in the remains of buildings, in the pile of bodies that someone started to stack on top of each other, and of course on the corpses that littered the streets. The stench of the half-decomposed bodies left a pungent odor in Jorlaxl's nose, and he had no choice but to fly skyward every few minutes, to clear his senses of the death and decay that surrounded him.
After about an hour and a half, he couldn't take it anymore, and had to get the Hell out. Having stripped the bodies clean of anything remotely valuable, he blasted out of the ruins, carrying all sorts of jewelry, wallets, and other objects in a sack on his back. Checking the time, he realized that it was only 8:30, leaving him (hopefully) enough time to go to a pawnshop and sell all of the things he procured.
_______________________________________________________________
"Geez, buddy, you smell like you took a shower in entrails. Anyway, I took a look through all of your family heirlooms, and I brought it all to my boss. He could tell right off the bat that these are all stolen."
Jorlaxl recoiled, and thought quickly.
What do I do?! Do I kill him and go to another shop? Do I-
"Woah, easy buddy. We'll take your things, just the same. The only issue is that we needed to take a certain percentage off. Dirty merchandise, and all that. So, here's your check, and have a nice day! Oh, and I hope you take a proper shower. You smell worse than a pig wrapped in dirty clothes."
And with that, the clerk turned around and left the room, going back into the storehouse behind him. Shaking his head groggily, Jorlaxl took his check and lazily walked out of the shop and flew back to his cave in the desert. He was tired, and really wanted to get a few winks.
(Finished, Zeni please)
Jorlaxl, master of crane.
