Outside the newly built Villa de Zelaton, Wastrova Island
Emperor Zellan III Destroniki was bored. Now, despite the fact he did enjoy the beach, his children, who were playing in the sand, didn't exactly need him to have fun. In fact, whenever he tried to go over there, to the part of the beach they were playing at, they would gigle and run away. He would, of course, chase them, trying to hold in his laugh as he did so, but he would always trip over something, and that was no fun, especially when they began to jump up and down on him. His manservant, Zeeves, was of course watching them, as were a few snipers in the villa above in case of attempted kidnapping or murder. He could just leave, as he trusted all of the people here on the villa, as well as the coast guard he had detailed here. He needed to perhaps, go about the town. However, his bodyguards were... less then into the idea. So he made a deal. They could have the day off in the town nearby, whatever it was called, and they would have to be within a mile of him at all times. They, of course, readily agreed, with one of the more serious bodyguards refusing unless he was nearby the Emperor at all times.
And so the Emperor and his bodyguards entered town, first looking for a place to eat lunch. So many choices. This was a resort town after all, so there were plenty of different types of resteraunts. There was a local resteraunt that offered plenty of different seafoods and tropical fruits, but he had been there yesterday. There was an Italian resteraunt, but he had been there two days ago, and sort of made a mess. It wasn't his fault that his children liked dueling with lobster claws and like wearing pasta hair was it? His rented car, yes he didn't actually have one imported nor did he hire a limosine, arrived at the resteraunt of his choice. It was more of a specialty resteraunt, where the dining area was actually below the water, with a thick glass seperating the ocean from the room. After being seated he listfully stared at the various fish, noting the variety and colors and he waited for the waiter or whatever aproach him. Then again, the way that this resteraunt was set up he might be set upon by someone wanting to sit across from him, but that never mattered to him. He currently looked like a tourist, with his jeans and Tigarian(Think Hawaiian but with paw shapes instead of flowers) styled shirt, although his bodyguard made him look like some kind of diplomat on vacation.
