Post by Namorel on Mar 29, 2019 1:08:15 GMT
Warm weather, plenty of sun, and a planetary hot spot for fighting dojos; What wasn't there to love about Papaya Island? Perhaps the fact it was almost at the fringes of the developed world? Nestled gently between the ocean and barely a stone's throw from the Southern Islands, assuming a ki fighter was making that throw. Regardless, Namorel wanted to pay the island a proper visit after having spent the better half of his last visit under the ocean looking for some crazy old Grey who lived down there... Namorel was certain he still had seawater in places it shouldn't be from that trip.
He would land gently at the edge of the island, his Namekian cloth shoes sliding into the silty brown-white material under the weight of the extraordinarily tall green man. His steps would be slow as to not draw too much attention to himself, he wanted to visit the ancient temple that was used for this planet's 'World Martial Arts Tournament', wondering the size and scope of it in comparison to the simple dirt rings the Warrior Clan set up back home. He hoped to avoid too much attention from the population of the island, but from the sheer traffic of alien beings he saw in other cities, he was sure all would be fine as he made his way into the streets, sticking to the sidewalk... poking out form the crowds like a soar, green thumb.
WC: 240
Kondai
He would land gently at the edge of the island, his Namekian cloth shoes sliding into the silty brown-white material under the weight of the extraordinarily tall green man. His steps would be slow as to not draw too much attention to himself, he wanted to visit the ancient temple that was used for this planet's 'World Martial Arts Tournament', wondering the size and scope of it in comparison to the simple dirt rings the Warrior Clan set up back home. He hoped to avoid too much attention from the population of the island, but from the sheer traffic of alien beings he saw in other cities, he was sure all would be fine as he made his way into the streets, sticking to the sidewalk... poking out form the crowds like a soar, green thumb.
WC: 240
Kondai
