Post by Sly on Apr 17, 2019 11:45:29 GMT -5
The Badlands was many things. Filled with thieves, murderers, bounty hunters, and anyone else with low enough morals to call the place home. It was basically a wasteland, but Sly making it nearly untouchable by any type of law enforcement made it a paradise for these types of people. As long as they kept to themselves and didn't attempt to steal from each other on the planet everything was fine. The planet itself was not a pretty sight, but Sly did manage to make a place that was basically crime free. Perhaps the goody two shoes of the world should consult the Raccoon when it came to keeping crime low.
A top of The Badlands sat the most popular building amongst the place, the local bar. Inside of the bar it was a mess, shouts and screams filled the place. Fights broke out on the regular inside this place, drunken banter generally lead to it. It was a welcomed treat to the other patrons, everyone loved a free show while they got absolutely hammered. In fact, Sly the raccoon was enjoying a free "show" as he sat in the very back corner of the bar. Normally he would have loved to jump right in and get to punching, but today he was here on important business. The business was important enough that the raccoon was actually pacing how much he drank as he awaited his friend. He needed to explain the plan as clear as possible, and a clear mind would be needed to do that. Normally, he would be all for explaining a haphazard plan to Dain as the two got completely shitfaced. But this time, they needed to approach this as clean as possible. Because, a mistake or two on this job would lead to their deaths.
Sly had learned about a vault some odd months ago. Of course it would be in another dimension where they wouldn't even crack the top million in terms of power levels. He visited the town that allegedly contained this vault once on a scouting mission. When he realized he was just stronger than the common street trash, he knew this was not a job to take lightly or attempt to take on alone. Even with the extremely overwhelming odds, he could not pass up the opportunity to attempt to break into a vault though. According to what he found, the vault contained extremely powerful artifacts. Stuff that has never been seen in his own dimension. He was hoping once he explained this to Dain, his friend would also jump at the chance. Although he doubted it would take much convincing to get Dain to join him on a near death adventure in hopes of treasure. It was literally what they did for a job.
So, the little furry raccoon sat in the back corner of the bar. A small circular wooden table was in front of him and he gazed down at his still mostly filled drink. He scoffed as he realized it was only his second glass of beer. Could he be nervous? The fact he was only drinking beer and pacing himself showed how serious this was to him, but could it also be nerves? Sly shook the negative thinking out of his head and began to watch another drunken brawl that had broken out. Patiently he waited for his friend to show, so he could explain the plan.
WC: 570
TWC: 570
Dain Sincara
A top of The Badlands sat the most popular building amongst the place, the local bar. Inside of the bar it was a mess, shouts and screams filled the place. Fights broke out on the regular inside this place, drunken banter generally lead to it. It was a welcomed treat to the other patrons, everyone loved a free show while they got absolutely hammered. In fact, Sly the raccoon was enjoying a free "show" as he sat in the very back corner of the bar. Normally he would have loved to jump right in and get to punching, but today he was here on important business. The business was important enough that the raccoon was actually pacing how much he drank as he awaited his friend. He needed to explain the plan as clear as possible, and a clear mind would be needed to do that. Normally, he would be all for explaining a haphazard plan to Dain as the two got completely shitfaced. But this time, they needed to approach this as clean as possible. Because, a mistake or two on this job would lead to their deaths.
Sly had learned about a vault some odd months ago. Of course it would be in another dimension where they wouldn't even crack the top million in terms of power levels. He visited the town that allegedly contained this vault once on a scouting mission. When he realized he was just stronger than the common street trash, he knew this was not a job to take lightly or attempt to take on alone. Even with the extremely overwhelming odds, he could not pass up the opportunity to attempt to break into a vault though. According to what he found, the vault contained extremely powerful artifacts. Stuff that has never been seen in his own dimension. He was hoping once he explained this to Dain, his friend would also jump at the chance. Although he doubted it would take much convincing to get Dain to join him on a near death adventure in hopes of treasure. It was literally what they did for a job.
So, the little furry raccoon sat in the back corner of the bar. A small circular wooden table was in front of him and he gazed down at his still mostly filled drink. He scoffed as he realized it was only his second glass of beer. Could he be nervous? The fact he was only drinking beer and pacing himself showed how serious this was to him, but could it also be nerves? Sly shook the negative thinking out of his head and began to watch another drunken brawl that had broken out. Patiently he waited for his friend to show, so he could explain the plan.
WC: 570
TWC: 570
Dain Sincara