LanceCorporalZoruru

((OOC: This would be my RP-invite post.))

So things might not be as quiet as he'd first thought.
As he lurks in one of his favorite spots, this time clad in his Pekoponian suit to better survive the cold weather, he is filled with slightly more purpose than he did before.
Not much, but there is something, though it bothers him slightly that only Kagege has the full plan in his head. Not too much though, he was always happy to follow orders, as long as he was on board with the general purpose.
And this purpose...

He idly wonders how Tororo and Taruru are fairing, propably better than him, he muses as he digs his hands deeper inside his coat pokets. He should make one of his current and personal purposes to find more and warmer clothes...

The streets are dark and seemingly mostly abandoned, but he feels so fear, for he knows there's not much the human world can toss at him right now that would phase him. If there are other aliens around though...Well, he'll find out when that happens.
Calmly and with confidence he sets off, the rough winds making a mess out of his already fairly messy hair.

Zoruru looked up at the night sky above him, his breath misting in the chill air.
The metal structure he was clinging to was icy cold against his skin, but it just reminded him that he was still alive.
How long had it been since his platoon had been sent back to this forsaken spit of a planet?
Years...Too many.
In front of his eye his mind replayed images of those he had met, those who had vanished. He frowned as the liquid-bodies Keronian appeared briefly, only to dissolve back into the recesses of his memory.
Zeroro...His chest clenched painfully as his face danced before his eyes. There had been good memories, that much he had to admit to himself, but it all meant nothing to how it had ended.
The solitude he had chosen was better, though...Not complete solitude.
He did still remember his encounter with Kagege, one of those rare individuals who had remained in his life. He remembered Taruru and Tororo.

Slowly he got up from his crouching position at the top of the tower like structure. He would find something to while away the hours on this planet-come-prison, not that returning to Keron did not seem to be the best option at present.
Surely, some amusement could be found here...Some...Purpose even.

Perhaps this new year would bring something interesting. He pulled himself fully upright, gazing off at the rooftops and the glittering of city lights..
And grinned.

*A harmless tree seems to be moving quite a bit despite the lack of wind, though it might also be a mirage caused by the hot weather. Who knows?

One who cares to linger might catch a glint of something metallic somewhere within the shadowy branches and...is that a flash of a red light within the arboreal gloom?*


((GDHfkhj...dA, stop changing your format. D:
And a sign was needed that Zoruru is not dead.))

*Zoruru's room in the base is empty again, but there's something different this time around, his stash of weapons is also missing and there's a note on the door*

"This is me resigning from the platoon. I've been rusting away for too long, it's time I went back to doing stuff again.

Taruru, if you see this, I left my cat in your room."

...Feh, doesn't seem all that different...

*plays with/slices up the dustbunnies that collected in his room while he was away finding amusement*

((And a note. I will not acknowledge relationships established with orikero in Keroroland, so don't approach me with a character like that and expect to be greeted as a friend.))