Post by Tora on Jul 30, 2018 1:12:54 GMT -5
It wasn't often that Raijin had been around so many people. Cramped into close quarters, claustrophobic... This space-shuttle was more like a space-bus. There were drug addicts slouched over, aliens of various powerlevels and appearance, and a collection of strange posters advertising things in other languages. No wonder it only cost $2.50 to take this damned thing. The youth glanced around with a worried expression, fearing this would take much longer. In fact, the very notion of this arduous event stretching out for any length of time was genuinely frightening the hybrid. As was this whole trip...
Here he was, alone on a nonsubstantial space bus. Well, relatively alone other than the crowd of nonhuman folk. Still, it was boring. Dull. Until, quite suddenly, the spacecraft began to groan as an alien spoke in a warbled tongue over the loud speaker. Oh. They had arrived.
The collection of humanoids and gelatinous masses of sentience hobbled off the star bus, all squawking and communicating with each other. Raijin usually kept his mouth shut, but he was beginning to find himself frustrated. So frustrated, in fact, that he forgot to pick up his belongings. All of his favorite books, stuffed into one case. Quite the eccentric collection, for an eclectic reader. Novels of space phantasmagoria, philosophical scribblings of long dead thinkers, and even a few stray comic books. Not knowing this, he kept on his journey to the exit, grumbling things about the other people and their noise.
He didn't even think of his bag until he got to space customs. He waited in line for two intervals of twenty-five minutes until a short, bald green man with strange, lavender eyes and a really confrontational voice spoke, demanding Rai's attention.
"Passport, puh-lease." said the short man, whose nametag surprisingly read 'Guillermo'. Space was weird. Raijin reached for the bag he left behind, fumbling around for a minute. He quickly turned realized that he had left it behind...
In the space bus that had just left for the next station. This made him illegal. This would turn into an immigration issue, as he couldnt imagine someone would care about a bag full of paper while in a space station. Raijin wasn't prepared for a fiasco, so he put on his most charming smile and leaned towards this 'Guillermo', noticing the splotchy shades of his skin, as well as the jagged contours of his smileless mouth.
The moment he leaned forward, he saw Guillermo lean back and hit a red button, an expression he assumed was panic on the aliens' bizarre visage. Raijin was unpleasantly surprised at his rather quick and unrelenting restraining by a man with a rhinoceros head for a face.
This was not what he pictured about aliens when he read H.P Lovecraft...
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Here he was, alone on a nonsubstantial space bus. Well, relatively alone other than the crowd of nonhuman folk. Still, it was boring. Dull. Until, quite suddenly, the spacecraft began to groan as an alien spoke in a warbled tongue over the loud speaker. Oh. They had arrived.
The collection of humanoids and gelatinous masses of sentience hobbled off the star bus, all squawking and communicating with each other. Raijin usually kept his mouth shut, but he was beginning to find himself frustrated. So frustrated, in fact, that he forgot to pick up his belongings. All of his favorite books, stuffed into one case. Quite the eccentric collection, for an eclectic reader. Novels of space phantasmagoria, philosophical scribblings of long dead thinkers, and even a few stray comic books. Not knowing this, he kept on his journey to the exit, grumbling things about the other people and their noise.
He didn't even think of his bag until he got to space customs. He waited in line for two intervals of twenty-five minutes until a short, bald green man with strange, lavender eyes and a really confrontational voice spoke, demanding Rai's attention.
"Passport, puh-lease." said the short man, whose nametag surprisingly read 'Guillermo'. Space was weird. Raijin reached for the bag he left behind, fumbling around for a minute. He quickly turned realized that he had left it behind...
In the space bus that had just left for the next station. This made him illegal. This would turn into an immigration issue, as he couldnt imagine someone would care about a bag full of paper while in a space station. Raijin wasn't prepared for a fiasco, so he put on his most charming smile and leaned towards this 'Guillermo', noticing the splotchy shades of his skin, as well as the jagged contours of his smileless mouth.
The moment he leaned forward, he saw Guillermo lean back and hit a red button, an expression he assumed was panic on the aliens' bizarre visage. Raijin was unpleasantly surprised at his rather quick and unrelenting restraining by a man with a rhinoceros head for a face.
This was not what he pictured about aliens when he read H.P Lovecraft...
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