≼[X] Dragomir [X]≽
Location: Deep in the Slums.
With: Nothing that lives.
Thoughts: Idiots.
Voice clip: Like a demon.
"Standing at 9'5" and weighing in at an insane one and a half tons, this titan packs one helluva punch. The Union's Head Enforcer is not to be taking lightly!"
The ground shook beneath his feet. The various cloth materials on his armor did not sway in the wind; only with his movements. They were far too heavy to be moved by some petty breeze. Slowly, the behemoth made his way deeper into the slums. Stares from every angle. Whispers from nervous lowlife to nervous lowlife. People made considerable effort to stay away from the earth-shaking monstrosity, slowly making its' way deeper and deeper into the slums.
Dragomir growled lowly. This was the worst case of business he'd been on in a while. Being around inferior species was one thing, but among the inferior of the inferior? This was insulting. Drug addicts, prostitutes, beginner drug dealers and all sorts of other lowlifes struggled for life every day in this hellhole. Dragomir had no respect for them...rather, he had the opposite. His hatred only increased. These beings were only here because they could not conquer the challenges thrown at them, and thus could not rise above the inferiors they lived among. How disgusting.
A human was sprawled out along his path, perhaps dead. Maybe just unconscious, but it didn't matter. Dragomir gave not even a second of his time to think about his action, carelessly crushing the man's torso beneath his foot. The death was instant and likely painless, far from how Dragomir liked to do things. But he had a target, so he couldn't play around all day. His target was a small 'building', if it could be called that, near the heart of the Slums. The Union said that they were impeding on business, so they had to go.
When Dragomir arrived, he was not surprised. It was a shamble of buildings, poorly and quickly built together to appear larger. It was offensive to look at. It would simply have to go. Magic flowed through the Drakh's body as he tensed himself. Suddenly he leaped, high into the air. At the apex of his leap, Dragomir suddenly increased his mass, and he came crashing down at insane speeds. The earth-shattering impact left a crater almost as large as the initial building. After dusting himself off, Dragomir shoved a still-standing wall down, a plume of dust masking his departure.
Of course, everyone would know from the descriptions who it was. He was one of a kind. "Business done down here, returning to not s**t part of city," Dragomir reported back to base in broken English. His native tongue was far from anything spoken on the planet. After walking a while, the city started to transform, and the Slums slipped out of existence among finer sidewalks and not-as-ugly buildings. The ground continued to shake beneath Dragomir's feet, his mass multiplied to negate a workout for today. "Ready for...meeting with lesser beings. Will report when ordered." The Boss would hear those words directly.
A big meeting was today. Dragomir knew it was between the heads, but it wasn't unusual for them to bring a few followers along, and Dragomir was a convincing presence. Whether wanted or not, he was already headed towards the meeting location. It was in "That One Place." Safe enough, clean enough. Most of the Union were welcomed customers, aside from a few with more...disgusting bodies, especially those that leaked. There were some odd members in the Union.
On his way, a scent smacked his nostrils, and he reflexively tried to draw his neck further into his armor to avoid the smell. His six eyes scanned rapidly for the source. It did not take long to find it. A Dioguardi. He had never spoken to her personally, but she had a distinct smell. The smell of various body fluids. Dragomir practically threw up at the smell. His throat swelled as he attempted to block more of the vicious scent from reaching his nostrils.
"You, Dioguardi. Going wrong way to meeting." His voice rang around, a distinctive result of having four sets of throats and vocal cords. The original purpose being mimicry, it was not useful on this planet. So he just spoke normally. Dragomir towered over the pink-haired female. Was she human? Probably. Another inferior; but one he had to at least pretend to not hate. His six eyes focused on her. He could kill her instantly. "Heading toward meeting or no? Should probably shower first. You smell like...what is it called...sex."
"Who am I? What am I doing? I'm doing a little blurb about you so you can quote it and put it where-eghg-ech-eugch!"
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