10-29-2005, 05:42 AM
Hovering high above the village, Zarbon floated there, looking from side to side occasionally hitting his head on the cavern roof as moved from end to end of the town looking for the purple robed figure, but the man eluded the mutant no matter what he did, though Zarbon did think he saw a violent flicker here in there, when he went to look, there was nothing. Frustrated by all of this, the transformer decided to take a more personal look at things from the ground level. Zarbon sped down to the floor and made a skid landing into a village street, slowing himself down to a walk soon after.
The city was a large one, but very primitive. It looked as if it had been slapped together in a few seconds. Zarbon remembered seeing huge cities on Earth with vast amounts of technology and weaponry that defended them from intruders (though it would seldom work on Ki warriors). This place was different though. All buildings were made of assorted materials, though mostly wood and stone. Each structure was different, and most certainly misshapen. To Zarbon, the place was a rathole and was to be treated as such. He saw little rats messing around in the alleyways, and homeless people amongst them, eating what they could find: which was not much less then the people with houses strangely enough.
?What a dump.? Zarbon muttered and sneered as he looked the city over with his golden eyes. He hated anything that even looked to be in some way ?rotten? or ?repulsive?, in fact, the sight of something of the sort made him want to vomit. He didn?t like this village one bit. ?But at least they have a nice town hall.?
As the mutant moved through the mysterious passages of the town, he noticed that many of the people held a sad face, constant as if carved in stone. They walked in a slump, making short strides and keeping a slow pace. They moved in groups all together, side by side throughout the city. ?Something terrible must have happened to these people. It probably has something to do with this asteroid?s past.? Zarbon thought as he saw the citizens like this. ?Hopefully this chief will give us some answers about all of this. Then we can have our clue and move on.? The mutant shifted through the crowds to get to each destination, but every place he found nothing other then rotten wooden boxes and a nasty odour coming from them. Frowning, the teal warrior continued onward in disgust.
After looking at ground level for about a half an hour, Zarbon came to a bazaar. Various merchants were selling their goods, from oranges to beads, they had it, and people swarmed the area. This was actually the only area the transformer had seen so far where people had actually cracked a smile, though it didn?t last long. As Zarbon pushed his way through the crowd, he took a quick gaze at every face in the market, until he saw a lavender streak burst into his eyes. What the transformer spotted was a purple cape fluttering as its owner made its way through the mobs of people around him.
?Want to play Hide and Seek?? Zarbon said softly as he smirked. ?You got it buddy boy.?
The mutant moved swiftly through the swarms of citizens as they continued their daily business. He spotted the tip of a hood in the distance. It was obviously him. ?Same hood type, same colour, and running away.? Zarbon thought. ?What more evidence do I need?? At this rate though, the transformer would never catch the mysterious man. He had to slow him down. The mutant continued to push his way through the crowd towards robed figure: the scene accelerated into a chase.
Zarbon ran over to a fruit cart and grabbed a handful of apples and burst at top speed onward, throwing people to the side so he could gain the speed needed to catch up. The transformer threw apples at the mysterious man, pelting him endlessly in red fruit. The robed figure evaded as best as he could by knocking down another stand in front of Zarbon?s feet, but that didn?t stop them. After making a long leap, was back in pace and attacking the cloaked man once again with his apples.
?Leave me alone!? The familiar voice of the mysterious figure rang into the transformer?s ears. The cloaked man swiped some oranges from a trader?s table and tossed one backward. The fruit slammed into Zarbon?s face, the juice?s oozing out and seeping into his eyes, the weak acids making it sting. Wiping it off, the transformer put on an enraged look as he clutched his eye tightly and took great strides just to try to get him.
?I?m going to have red eye for weeks!? Zarbon whined as he came closer and closer to the runaway. As soon as he got within range he dove for the man?s feet making a grab at them. The mutant barely got his foot, but that was enough to take him down. The cloaked figure hit the ground, spreading dust in all directions. The people in the bazaar, just noticing the scene, gathered around them in confusion.
Zarbon climbed up onto the mysterious man?s back and put his hand down over his neck. ?You have just been caught by ZPD. I?d just like to take you in for questioning.?
OOC: Alright. I have no idea if Burter has some sort of set location for him or not, so I'll give it to him. I guess.
The city was a large one, but very primitive. It looked as if it had been slapped together in a few seconds. Zarbon remembered seeing huge cities on Earth with vast amounts of technology and weaponry that defended them from intruders (though it would seldom work on Ki warriors). This place was different though. All buildings were made of assorted materials, though mostly wood and stone. Each structure was different, and most certainly misshapen. To Zarbon, the place was a rathole and was to be treated as such. He saw little rats messing around in the alleyways, and homeless people amongst them, eating what they could find: which was not much less then the people with houses strangely enough.
?What a dump.? Zarbon muttered and sneered as he looked the city over with his golden eyes. He hated anything that even looked to be in some way ?rotten? or ?repulsive?, in fact, the sight of something of the sort made him want to vomit. He didn?t like this village one bit. ?But at least they have a nice town hall.?
As the mutant moved through the mysterious passages of the town, he noticed that many of the people held a sad face, constant as if carved in stone. They walked in a slump, making short strides and keeping a slow pace. They moved in groups all together, side by side throughout the city. ?Something terrible must have happened to these people. It probably has something to do with this asteroid?s past.? Zarbon thought as he saw the citizens like this. ?Hopefully this chief will give us some answers about all of this. Then we can have our clue and move on.? The mutant shifted through the crowds to get to each destination, but every place he found nothing other then rotten wooden boxes and a nasty odour coming from them. Frowning, the teal warrior continued onward in disgust.
After looking at ground level for about a half an hour, Zarbon came to a bazaar. Various merchants were selling their goods, from oranges to beads, they had it, and people swarmed the area. This was actually the only area the transformer had seen so far where people had actually cracked a smile, though it didn?t last long. As Zarbon pushed his way through the crowd, he took a quick gaze at every face in the market, until he saw a lavender streak burst into his eyes. What the transformer spotted was a purple cape fluttering as its owner made its way through the mobs of people around him.
?Want to play Hide and Seek?? Zarbon said softly as he smirked. ?You got it buddy boy.?
The mutant moved swiftly through the swarms of citizens as they continued their daily business. He spotted the tip of a hood in the distance. It was obviously him. ?Same hood type, same colour, and running away.? Zarbon thought. ?What more evidence do I need?? At this rate though, the transformer would never catch the mysterious man. He had to slow him down. The mutant continued to push his way through the crowd towards robed figure: the scene accelerated into a chase.
Zarbon ran over to a fruit cart and grabbed a handful of apples and burst at top speed onward, throwing people to the side so he could gain the speed needed to catch up. The transformer threw apples at the mysterious man, pelting him endlessly in red fruit. The robed figure evaded as best as he could by knocking down another stand in front of Zarbon?s feet, but that didn?t stop them. After making a long leap, was back in pace and attacking the cloaked man once again with his apples.
?Leave me alone!? The familiar voice of the mysterious figure rang into the transformer?s ears. The cloaked man swiped some oranges from a trader?s table and tossed one backward. The fruit slammed into Zarbon?s face, the juice?s oozing out and seeping into his eyes, the weak acids making it sting. Wiping it off, the transformer put on an enraged look as he clutched his eye tightly and took great strides just to try to get him.
?I?m going to have red eye for weeks!? Zarbon whined as he came closer and closer to the runaway. As soon as he got within range he dove for the man?s feet making a grab at them. The mutant barely got his foot, but that was enough to take him down. The cloaked figure hit the ground, spreading dust in all directions. The people in the bazaar, just noticing the scene, gathered around them in confusion.
Zarbon climbed up onto the mysterious man?s back and put his hand down over his neck. ?You have just been caught by ZPD. I?d just like to take you in for questioning.?
OOC: Alright. I have no idea if Burter has some sort of set location for him or not, so I'll give it to him. I guess.
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