vatheon | Walk a mile in my shoes

Who: Alister and Riku, also open to onlookers!
What: Building a fort! And talks of feelings.
Where: The junkyard
When: Early morning to late afternoon.
Status: Open~

As a Lombax, it didn't matter where you grew up or what you did - the instinctive urge to always build, to create, was nearly impossible to ignore. And as old as the General was, he had to admit that he still had the ingenuity of a kitten.

It'd been a few days, merely 94 Fastoonian hours since his arrival. He'd already had most of his base constructed, with a few additions to the side still incomplete. Nothing like what he'd had back on Torren IV, but it was livable at the most. It was a start, if he was going to be here for an indiscriminate amount of time.

If there wasn't a junkyard here, he wasn't sure how he would have gotten by.

Asking Ratchet for shelter was simply out of the question - he was sure the other Lombax wouldn't even want to be in close quarters right now. And from what he'd heard about his turn of events? It was for the best. Why share a room with a murderer?

He shook his head, continuing on with his work. There were more important matters to focus on.

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He'd been musing himself, walking around town aimlessly as his feet guided him. An entire year in total- that made him eighteen, now. A year of going back and forth, of seeing some of what happened on the timeline and knowing that at least he'd stopped running from the shadow he became, from the friends he sacrificed everything to save and protect them, even his appearance for quite some time.

His mind kept going back to that before he heard the now-familiar sounds of construction. Looking over he sees the...person...thing- okay, he'd never seen someone like that before, but he wasn't going to discriminate. After all, he knew appearances didn't matter in terms of who the person or create was inside. Though, building inside the junkyard and not elsewhere after taking the materials necessary-?

Though, whoever he looked rather troubled- just like he was on the inside. After a moment's consideration, he decided to speak up. "...Hey. Just arrive recently?" Because he was pretty sure he hadn't seen them before.

Alister, so absorbed in his project, hadn't noticed the newcomer's arrival... and this causes the old General to spin around on his heel.

Eyes narrowing at the young boy who had wandered onto his territory, the Praetorian Omniwrench was already beginning to spark at the tips. He'd thought the junkyard would be secluded enough, away from the town and out of the eye of curious onlookers - but it seemed he still had a lot to learn about the workings of this city.

"What's it to you?" The Lombax initially snapped, canines bared in a snarl. But then he remembers where he is and what had happened. He remembers Ratchet somewhere in the city... but also that cryptic message from before.

He had to say, he was torn.

Sighing wearily, the General tries to maintain a decent amount of control, working to be more civil to newcomers, rather than immediately assuming them as spies.

He was already dead; what was the point?

"...sorry. Yes, I have."

Riku automatically held his hands to his sides, attempting to show that he meant no harm. Unfortunately(?) for Alister, Riku preferred wandering in the more secluded areas of town when he needed to either be alone or desired quiet while he thought.

The initial snap doesn't bother him so much. In fact, he kind of expected it. Though he had hoped that it would be such an aggressive first choice of words. At least, however, things seemed to calm down briefly not long after. He lowered his hands as well, shrugging.

"Welcome to Vatheon, then. I'm Riku, one of the defense members." See? Good guy. Not about to harm you or anyone else, let alone spy on anyone so long as they weren't, you know, reeking even more of darkness than himself or were likely to cause trouble.

Alister hoped it'd be enough of a response for the boy to start moving the other way, starting to turn back to his work when the other continued to talk.

So... that was out of the question.

"...General Alister Azimuth." He finally responded back, feeling it proper to at least give a name in return. And to a stranger, he would still stress the General very firmly. Only until he knew the other better, and they maintained some aspect of respect.

In that moment, the Lombax set down his toolbox - though keeping the Praetorian Omniwrench firmly in hand; it wasn't only a wrench, after all - and preferring to sit on the roof of his creation. If the kid wanted to talk, fine. He probably needed the break, anyway.

"Defense members?" The General echoed, raising a brow. "I didn't think a planet like this suffered any sort of attack. Especially underwater... wouldn't it be too difficult?"

That was, unless its original inhabitants were adapted to the world's structure, and this 'bubble' was simply not native. He still had much to learn.

If he sought privacy, he could have well just asked and Riku would have continued on his way. Instead, however, a question was posed. He gave a nod of acknowledgment, recognizing the title. He was friends with a king and a queen from his universe, after all; he knew when some level of respect was needed. Though, there were moments he still failed at recognizing it.

"Nice to meet you, General." He replied calmly, remaining on his feet in case there would be a need to leave rather quickly. After all, he could be called at any moment.

"There was a kracken last year," Riku began to explain. There were many things he still had to learn of this world, himself. "It's rare that we're called upon, but sometimes the curses we're inflicted with call for security since all of us aren't exactly the respectable type."

He feels a sense of bitter satisfaction at the boy calling him by title, but he would prefer to regain a little respect after all that had happened back home, even if these people hadn't been aware of it. The Lombax adjusts one of his gloves, giving a light hum of acknowledgement, and that it was not to be pushed further than that.

However, the thought of an organized guard being formed was a pleasant one, if it was composed of good, trustworthy people. And by the sounds of things, they are efficient. Alister sits up a little, curiosity overshadowing everything else now.

"...seasoned fighters would benefit the city well, then. If you're ever in the market for more, I did lead a war against an army of monsters back on my home world, and I've trained in the Lombax Praetorian Guard."

If he can do some good to counteract the bad, then there was no need to get into the details about his exile soon after.

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