|
Post by Aftermath on Feb 6, 2009 4:58:52 GMT -5
Aftermath was pretty sure he wasn't where he was supposed to be. For one, there was a halfway decent looking confectionery store off to his left and no seedy merchants pestering him to buy pointy looking somethings that could either be deadly weapons or equally deadly culinary utensils.
He peered around the unnervingly clean market place for a few moments longer before scowling down at the high grade cube he held in his hands and promptly tilted the container over, pouring its contents over the neat road. He was only half surprised to see a cleaning droid pop up and mop the mess away then, rather than a starving, filthy beggar.
Definitely the wrong part of town.
Kicking the tiny mechanism aside with a bemused grunt, Aftermath stomped around for a bit, trying to figure out exactly how he'd stumbled into this little heaven of tidiness in bloody Praxus of all places. When he finally noticed the abundance of Maximal symbols and equally unhappy stares that accompanied them he finally figured it out. Spotting a sign with the name "Good Side" glowing brightly on it only confirmed his suspicions, albeit, in a very redundant way.
Aftermath took a moment to glare accusingly at his surroundings before looking around to find a way out. Hopefully before some do-goody came along and tried to do something silly like helping him.
OOC: Sample intro post for anyone who needs the reference. Can be used in introductory plot later.
|
|