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Who: ch_rell47 and anyone!
What: The Shredder is out on a stroll through Luceti, feel free to stop and bug him.
When: July 31st, afternoon
Where: ….Around Luceti :D
Summary: Ch’rell decides a walk will help him meet his fellow inhabitants.
Rating: PG13 for violent Ch’rell thoughts (they are bound to happen)
It pained him of course, to be amongst the masses like he was. But after centuries of blending in with the humans, it was almost a second nature for him. He much preferred being in the upper society however, but there was no such thing here in Luceti, so he would have to do his best the way he was. Ch’rell walked down the street, wearing his old clothes that he was rather surprised to find in one of the shops. He is thankful though, he rather likes these clothes.
Ch’rell was... quite frankly, rather bored. Back on Earth he always had something that had to be done, someone to kill, or gangs to manipulate. To be suddenly without all of that was... rather disconcerting. There was literally nothing for him to do here, and, after long talks with Karai, he knew better than to attempt any escape (at the moment anyway). So all there was for him to do is to talk with the lowlifes who lived here, and wait for an opportunity to present itself.
He walked down the streets of the village and looked thoughtfully up at the buildings.
What he wouldn’t give to see the accursed things on fire.
What: The Shredder is out on a stroll through Luceti, feel free to stop and bug him.
When: July 31st, afternoon
Where: ….Around Luceti :D
Summary: Ch’rell decides a walk will help him meet his fellow inhabitants.
Rating: PG13 for violent Ch’rell thoughts (they are bound to happen)
It pained him of course, to be amongst the masses like he was. But after centuries of blending in with the humans, it was almost a second nature for him. He much preferred being in the upper society however, but there was no such thing here in Luceti, so he would have to do his best the way he was. Ch’rell walked down the street, wearing his old clothes that he was rather surprised to find in one of the shops. He is thankful though, he rather likes these clothes.
Ch’rell was... quite frankly, rather bored. Back on Earth he always had something that had to be done, someone to kill, or gangs to manipulate. To be suddenly without all of that was... rather disconcerting. There was literally nothing for him to do here, and, after long talks with Karai, he knew better than to attempt any escape (at the moment anyway). So all there was for him to do is to talk with the lowlifes who lived here, and wait for an opportunity to present itself.
He walked down the streets of the village and looked thoughtfully up at the buildings.
What he wouldn’t give to see the accursed things on fire.