Jul 22, 2022 23:50:23 GMT -5
Post by Calot on Jul 22, 2022 23:50:23 GMT -5
Power.
It had been the sole motivation driving Calot off of his home world and into this part of the universe in the first place. And yet all the motivation in the world proved to be useless without a means by which to focus it with.
This was a fact proven by Calot's seemingly aimless initiative showcased ever since he had first landed on the planet proper. While he held no lack of timber for the fire lit underneath him that helped to spark such an animalistic hunger for further strength, said flame seemed to burn without anything to illuminate it with. In layman's terms, the normally calculating crossbreed had no leads to follow. Yes, he was well aware that there had to be opportunities by which to gather means to advance his power further beyond what it currently accumulated to, but there wasn't exactly a tourist pamphlet for martial artists that mapped out where such opportunities would lie.
Or, was there?
Once the hybrid had finally faced the music and realized he'd get nowhere being hidden away in his hut in the bamboo forest whilst keeping his nose stuck firmly in his poetry book, Calot begrudgingly had gotten his public wardrobe ready- consisting of a navy blue hooded cardigan stolen off of some poor passerby in the forest and a pair of gray sweats and black sneakers taken from the same person- and flew off in the direction of society, stopping by several urbanized locales that he had seen originally on his way to the Bamboo Forest to see if he could get any information from there. Although the search started off irritatingly bleak, eventually, his turning of stones bore the fruit that he had been searching for so dearly.
After scouting select bars and taverns situated within the many urban areas Calot combed through for potential leads, one drunken conversation between loud mouthed fools led to another, and eventually the Demon Saiyan was gifted with a name- Zero Ika. And considering his independent upbringing, a first and last name were all the two tools that the resourceful young man needed to forge himself a path to follow.
Deciding to do further research, Calot eventually found himself at a library- a sort of home away from home anyways, so not at all foreign territory for him to eb in. And through their many computers and their varied physical publications, he managed to trace Ika back to a company whose main Corporate Headquarters was housed within the Western regions, a little ways away from where he currently now stood, informative magazine in hand.
While the PTO was an organization he rather not tangle with for the time being, something told him the CEO of such a company would know things that would quite possibly be of great use to the Tirisfel clan member, and so he wasted no time in beelining directly to the Western regions of the world in the same clothes he had started the day in- believing this would be but a momentary relocation, nothing more.
Though, the flight did admittedly take a day or two longer than he had expected.
In due time, however, Calot did finally arrive within the borders of West City- hood still thrown above his head as to offer him a less enticing appearance, as his eyes scanned the tops of the many towering buildings before him before landing on the one he was looking for, helpfully standing out with an "Ika Inc." logo upon the side.
Growing more and more impatience with each moment passed, Calot shot through the bustling urban atmosphere, leaving many a curious glance in his wake, before he finally touched down in front of the Ika Incorporations building with a dramatic flourish- hood somehow remaining fastened upon his head before he quickly moved to enter the building proper.
The more well dressed employees and lobbyers all stared at the newcomer with a critical, snooty glint in their glares, though the halfbreed royal cared little about the thoughts of would-be commoners to someone of his stature. They could stare all they'd like, perhaps even take a picture or two, their presences all paled in comparison to his own anyways.
Walking up to who he believed to be the receptionist, Calot dropped the hood from his head, allowing it to rest upon his shoulders as he waited for the woman to finish what looked to be a non-work related phone call, if the flustered look upon her face at the sight of him was anything to go off of. Once promptly finished, Calot stared down at her, cold atmosphere exuded from his mere existence it seemed as he spoke in a low, questioning tone,
"How can one be granted audience with Zero Ika?"
The receptionist began to blabber on about company policies, proper scheduling, etcetera, etcetera, all things that only proved to gain the ire of the progressingly more impatient young man as he insisted upon himself in a slightly more livid voice that did not go unnoticed by the woman behind the desk, with her becoming increasingly more frightened as Calot leaned in, stating,
"I guarantee this meeting holds more importance than whatever, or whomever else, he is "scheduled" to meet today. I insist on it."
It seemed as though the hybrid was set to burst right there in the lobby, if no intervention was set to be made.
Despite his outward antics, however, the cunning crossbreed did seem to know more than he was letting on, as though all was planned simply as bait for what was to come...
It had been the sole motivation driving Calot off of his home world and into this part of the universe in the first place. And yet all the motivation in the world proved to be useless without a means by which to focus it with.
This was a fact proven by Calot's seemingly aimless initiative showcased ever since he had first landed on the planet proper. While he held no lack of timber for the fire lit underneath him that helped to spark such an animalistic hunger for further strength, said flame seemed to burn without anything to illuminate it with. In layman's terms, the normally calculating crossbreed had no leads to follow. Yes, he was well aware that there had to be opportunities by which to gather means to advance his power further beyond what it currently accumulated to, but there wasn't exactly a tourist pamphlet for martial artists that mapped out where such opportunities would lie.
Or, was there?
Once the hybrid had finally faced the music and realized he'd get nowhere being hidden away in his hut in the bamboo forest whilst keeping his nose stuck firmly in his poetry book, Calot begrudgingly had gotten his public wardrobe ready- consisting of a navy blue hooded cardigan stolen off of some poor passerby in the forest and a pair of gray sweats and black sneakers taken from the same person- and flew off in the direction of society, stopping by several urbanized locales that he had seen originally on his way to the Bamboo Forest to see if he could get any information from there. Although the search started off irritatingly bleak, eventually, his turning of stones bore the fruit that he had been searching for so dearly.
After scouting select bars and taverns situated within the many urban areas Calot combed through for potential leads, one drunken conversation between loud mouthed fools led to another, and eventually the Demon Saiyan was gifted with a name- Zero Ika. And considering his independent upbringing, a first and last name were all the two tools that the resourceful young man needed to forge himself a path to follow.
Deciding to do further research, Calot eventually found himself at a library- a sort of home away from home anyways, so not at all foreign territory for him to eb in. And through their many computers and their varied physical publications, he managed to trace Ika back to a company whose main Corporate Headquarters was housed within the Western regions, a little ways away from where he currently now stood, informative magazine in hand.
While the PTO was an organization he rather not tangle with for the time being, something told him the CEO of such a company would know things that would quite possibly be of great use to the Tirisfel clan member, and so he wasted no time in beelining directly to the Western regions of the world in the same clothes he had started the day in- believing this would be but a momentary relocation, nothing more.
Though, the flight did admittedly take a day or two longer than he had expected.
In due time, however, Calot did finally arrive within the borders of West City- hood still thrown above his head as to offer him a less enticing appearance, as his eyes scanned the tops of the many towering buildings before him before landing on the one he was looking for, helpfully standing out with an "Ika Inc." logo upon the side.
Growing more and more impatience with each moment passed, Calot shot through the bustling urban atmosphere, leaving many a curious glance in his wake, before he finally touched down in front of the Ika Incorporations building with a dramatic flourish- hood somehow remaining fastened upon his head before he quickly moved to enter the building proper.
The more well dressed employees and lobbyers all stared at the newcomer with a critical, snooty glint in their glares, though the halfbreed royal cared little about the thoughts of would-be commoners to someone of his stature. They could stare all they'd like, perhaps even take a picture or two, their presences all paled in comparison to his own anyways.
Walking up to who he believed to be the receptionist, Calot dropped the hood from his head, allowing it to rest upon his shoulders as he waited for the woman to finish what looked to be a non-work related phone call, if the flustered look upon her face at the sight of him was anything to go off of. Once promptly finished, Calot stared down at her, cold atmosphere exuded from his mere existence it seemed as he spoke in a low, questioning tone,
"How can one be granted audience with Zero Ika?"
The receptionist began to blabber on about company policies, proper scheduling, etcetera, etcetera, all things that only proved to gain the ire of the progressingly more impatient young man as he insisted upon himself in a slightly more livid voice that did not go unnoticed by the woman behind the desk, with her becoming increasingly more frightened as Calot leaned in, stating,
"I guarantee this meeting holds more importance than whatever, or whomever else, he is "scheduled" to meet today. I insist on it."
It seemed as though the hybrid was set to burst right there in the lobby, if no intervention was set to be made.
Despite his outward antics, however, the cunning crossbreed did seem to know more than he was letting on, as though all was planned simply as bait for what was to come...
