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[holy_pickle]

Who: Dende (holy_pickle ) and YOU!
When: 5/8 late afternoon
Where: on the streets of Anatole
Format: action/prose whatever you're comfortable with! I'm impartial!
What: A classic case of hurt feelings
Warnings: A sad, sad little green baby

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[holy_pickle]

Dende looked up at what he assumed was another human, something about her felt a bit different... but she looked human. Dende whimpered and took a step back. What if this human wanted to hurt him too? He let out a little gasp and ducked down covering his head.

[holy_pickle]

Dende peeked up meekly. A nice human? He was all sorts of confused, how were some nice but others not? He'd never encountered such conflict with another race before. Namekians were good, Frieza's men were bad, humans were odd, but not mean... until he met the ones here. Well if she said she was nice... but he had make sure....

"P-promise?"

The little alien's voice was small and meek, still worried he might get hurt again.

[wotchesyou]

Tonks was heading back to the Outlander Apartments. She was carrying a small brown paper bag. She wouldn't have been able to ignore the little green guy even if she'd wanted to. Especially, Tonks couldn't ignore him now that he was crying. He was so wee!

She approached Dende and carefully put a hand on his shoulder. "Oi, are you alright?"

[holy_pickle]

Dende jumped and stumbled backwards, afraid this new stranger might try to hurt him too. His sobs temporarily reduced to scared snivels and gasps as he looked up at what he assumed was a normal human. He scooted backwards a bit, waiting to to see what the human would do.

[wotchesyou]

Tonks held up her hands. "Oi, I'm not going to hurt you, wee one. I just wanted to see if you were alright. You were crying."

[holy_pickle]

The little alien sniffles a bit, so this human was nice? How was he supposed to tell the nice one's from the mean ones like this? Did they look different somehow that he wasn't picking up? Or had he done something to offend the other ones? Maybe this human could tell him?

"S-someb-b-body th-threw a-a-a r-rock a-at m-my head... i-is i-it b-because I d-did something b-bad?"

lmf, sorry. i am too tired for prose.

[thenobledie]

[shirley is hardly surprised the natives are so ignorant and frightened, unable to control themselves. in a way, she understands it, but mostly, she disapproves. she finds it ridiculous, too, but so shirley has learned, anatole is not accustomed to varying races of people. particularly those that appear different.

she approaches dende and offers her hand.]

Come, young one.

it's fiiine~

[holy_pickle]

[Dende looked up in awe for a moment, it was the lady from the box! Dende nodded meekly and took her hand pulling himself up. He lets go for a moment to dust off his robes before reaching up to take the woman's hand again. He held it tightly while wiping his eyes with his free hand]

I-I don't like Ant-ta-tole a-anymore....

o/

[thenobledie]

[she waits until he has taken her hand again, and then, she begins walking, leading him away from densely crowded areas.]

The people here are easily frightened, I'm afraid.

[holy_pickle]

[Frightened? Of him? Dende knew a lot about things to be frightened of, he he was no where on the list!]

B-but I was p-polite! A-and I'm not very big! W-why w-would they b-be afraid of me?

[bakudan_shounen]

It's the one day Gokudera has off, and he's trying to get to know the city a bit better, by walking about and blending in. Though he's dressed the part, his bright silver hair easily gives away that he's not from this world.

He was in a good mood until the sound of a child crying met his ears. The teen growls, irritated, until his eyes fall on Dende.

"Hn?" Gokudera blinks, feeling a bit nervous. The alien was actually out in public?! And it wasn't even... doing alien things. Why was it acting like a little kid? He bites his lip and glances about. Okay, no one is watching him, and people seem to be actively avoiding Dende now. He approaches, trying not to be too loud, and casts the small alien child in his shadow.

"Yo." He gives his best smile (it's strained), and lifts a hand in greeting. "Dende?" Maybe this kid will relax... he doubts it, but it's worth a shot to get him to stop bawling.

[holy_pickle]

Dende sobs subside a little bit at the familiar voice, and he looked up at the source. It was the human from the box! Dende hastily picks up the forge he dropped and scampers over to him. He was a nice human! He wouldn't let the others throw rocks at him again!

"Mr. G-Gokudera! S-somebody th-threw a-a rock a-at me!"

The little Namekian holds out his hand for the human to see the bit of purple blood on it. Since he was a taller human, Dende felt as though he was the right person to go to when looking for an adult.

[bakudan_shounen]

Gokudera blinks, taken aback by the kid's honesty as he runs up, holding up his- That was blood?!

The teen drops to one knee to inspect the color, "It's purple..." He says and tilts his head. How odd. Gokudera is very careful not to touch it or Dende, worried that there may be something about him being an alien that might negatively effect one of them.

"Do all Namek creatures bleed purple...?"

[holy_pickle]

Dende looked down at his hand, still sniveling, then back up to the human.

"I-I think some... I-I don't know... w-we try not to hurt other creatures b-back h-home... b-but I-I know a-all Namekians do..."

Dende looks down, going a bit pale... he had seen enough of his brother's blood to know. He bites his lip as his eyes begin to well up again.

[naniteknight]

Rex still did not feel all that at home in Anatole. It was a strange city that lacked many of the comforts of home, not to mention his friends and teammates. But he had never been the pessimistic sort. No, if he was stuck here, he was going to make the best of it... And that meant taking care of himself until such time as he either found a way out or more people from his own world were pulled through The Door

[holy_pickle]

Dende hops back a bit and looks up fearfully at the stranger. He didn't want to have any more chance encounters with rocks to the skull again. He let out a terrified little whine and covers his head, trembling slightly.

[naniteknight]

Well, that was an unexpected reaction.

Rex went down on one knee, reaching out to place a gloved hand on the kid's shoulder. Hopefully the gesture would be taken as it was meant to be, as one of reassurance.

"Whoa, easy! Chillax, dude. I'm not going to hurt you, alright? What happened to you, anyway?"

[holy_pickle]

Dende looked up, still teary eyed... but a bit more confused then anything, he never learned what 'chillax' or 'dude' meant. After some sniveling he gets over his confusion enough to speak.

"I-I w-was asking... h-how to get t-to the h-hotel... b-but n-nobody would tell me... a-and then a h-human b-boy threw a-a rock at m-my head..."