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🌑 The area Frieza is stopping by next is called Archimedes Ward, with its architecture evoking the imagery of modern-day Greece to some residents. A reference that is mostly lost on the Emperor, though. He has acquired knowledge about Earth for strategic advantage and intellectual superiority, but its limited as far as its many different timelines goes.

Eventually, his steps take him into a broad street that cuts through the center of the ward, with a sheer endless amount of food stalls lining up on both sides. A passing pedestrian offhandedly calls it “Star Trail.”

It is crowded and noisy, and all kinds of lower beings linger about, waiting in front of stalls for greasy morsels, squatting on benches, unceremoniously stuffing their faces with local cuisine.

Frieza surveys the scene with a blank stare, his presence untouched by the chaos. That is until he notices a human child scurrying past him, carrying a tray with steaming food in its hands. What a shame it would be, if the brat couldn't enjoy that much anticipated greasy meal.

Without even turning his gaze, his tail flicks upward with sudden, effortless precision, thwacking the tray out of their hands. The food scatters across the ground, drawing a few stunned looks from people in close vicinity.

galeforxe

Apparently there are large gardens near the apartments, and Gregory just discovered them! Sure, he doesn’t know which apartment he’s by, but whatever. The flowers are pretty, and the fountains look great! There’s a bunch of money at the bottom of them, and he wonders how rich he’d be if he collected all of the currency. That question will be answered on another day, at another time. Today the boy is simply walking around, enjoying the scenery and nature with his frog.

“What do you think, Jason Funderburker?” Greg asks the frog, carrying it around in his arms. They’ve been walking around all day, admiring all of the new things and people. It’s been some great bonding between them. For the time being, the pet is the only friend he has. “It’s really nice, right? We should check out the flowers over there!” However, before they can begin towards the destination, the frog leaps out of his arms and hops away.

Trying to catch up to it, Greg cries out, “Oh no! Jason Funderburker, come back!” The frog, unfortunately, is too quick for him to run after, and he stops to catch his breath. The garden is huge! How is he supposed to find his frog now? They were supposed to go exploring together and hang out. You know, what friends do. For the next ten minutes, he runs around throughout the flowers and trees looking for his green friend, but to no avail. What he does find, though, is a girl walking by.

sanguinetactics

Sometimes, Severa wonders how this kid survive through anything? Though she had a feeling that if any type of natural disaster would happen, Morgan would still be left standing with that dumb smile on her face. She should be happy, she should be very happy to know that Morgan wasn't hurt or in trouble but at the same time, she was pissed. 

"Morgan...what...what in Naga's name are you doing?" 

Was he really..Was he really making a fort out of discarded tables, chairs, and benches? There were a few other things in that mess of a fort but regardless, it was a fort of perfect quality. The red head was simply appalled by all of this. 

〘ϟ〙They came in great numbers to combat the oncoming threat. Warriors of all sizes, races and genders converged on what was to be the final battlefield, taking up arms against a beast which seemingly refused to die for anything. And among them? A god who sought to work off his last bits of frustration and enjoy in the pleasures of battle.

Thor had been stripped of the majority of his godly powers. No longer could he call upon the heavens to provide him with storms or command the earth to rumble and erupt with fury. No, he was but a simple Asgardian as he was. An Asgardian. Which meant that there was still one thing he could fully rely on. His overwhelming strength and absolute durability.

The man propelled himself forward with such force that the ground beneath him shattered, fist colliding with one of the Hydra's heads and causing it to reel backwards. And in that moment, several other hands converged to strike back at the god. His body sent crashing into the ground and leaving a crater upon impact. Ha.. Barely even felt that. Though he still felt it. That alone told him that he shouldn't overestimate himself.