hellpond:
❛ … It’s Jeice, y’codger, ❜ already, his patience with those residing on this planet was wearing thin. It was rather comedic, however– how laid back people on this planet tended to be, even when faced with former merciless mercenaries. However– that may have been beside the point, after all– those days were long behind the mutant, so it may as well be his best bet to at least acquaint himself with the locals if he planned to stay here. ❛ … What sorta name is Turtle Hermit, anyhow? ❜
‘ Jaycee? ’ his voice is a throaty, deep chuckle. he walks on over to a nearby rock, playfully exaggerating the limp with his cane and, as he sits down, groans a groan louder than perhaps any groan ever suffered by human ears. ‘ that’s what i ask myself in the morning! but y’see the shell on m’back, ‘n my lil’ cottage there! what else could i call m’self? raditz? nah, just wouldn’t do! ’ another chuckle, sunglasses catching the barest reflection of the sun. ‘ so, what’re you here for? fightin’? world domination? --certainly not my stash of nudie mags! ’








