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Post by Nashi on Apr 23, 2018 4:57:25 GMT -6
After a chance encounter with Satan City’s criminal underground and after chasing them off heroically, Nashi made a few promises. First of all, he promised to himself that he was going to demolish the Poisons, the gang that wronged him— he had tracked one of their goons and knew precisely where they were located but was waiting for the right time, if there ever was such a thing. Secondly, he promised that he’d return to Makihoso’s sushi train place and enjoy the flavours without having to worry about mafia hits or evil frog Majins or whatever. He had some sushi not long before, but Nashi wasn’t going to let something small like eating the same meal more than twice in the same week get in the way of a promise. Besides, this was a sushi train, totally different! So there he was: the Senbyo, seated on a cheap plastic Baokea stool. He sat there, unconsciously extending himself into what looked a bit like an upright position, his eyes glued to the moving sushi plates as they came. Makihoso stood there and sighed. He was situated behind the sushi train and was pretending to be running numbers on a calculator. In reality, though, he was concerned: after his place was attacked, many of his regulars were scared off. The only customer he did get, Nashi, was also the one person he didn’t want there: time the fighter spent eating sushi was time not spent rooting out the Poisons! But he couldn’t afford to say no to company, nor to zeni. The (mostly) self-proclaimed God of Martial Arts grabbed another plate of salmon nigiri. Most of the plates he grabbed were of salmon nigiri as he was too afraid to pick something new in the chance that he wouldn’t like it. Each time one supposedly came around he’d make sure that it wasn’t actually just prawn nigiri… he learnt that he didn’t like those ones the hard way around. Nashi held one of the pieces near his face in apt appreciation. He would take a bite out of a bit of the rice before eating the salmon, and then the other way around, continually doing little experiments in flavour with only minor variations at each turn. Despite what his inner feline was urging him to do, Nashi was what his mother would have called playing with his food, but she wasn’t around at the moment so it didn’t matter. Nashi took another bite. Makihoso, giving up any hope of receiving another customer in the near future, retreated to the backroom. Nashi picked up another plate, a differently priced one, and placed it next to the other one. Ever the scientist, Nashi would try tasting this new tuna roll one with the last remaining salmon nigiri in new exciting combinations! OK, it wasn't overly exciting. PL: 20,965Amber Cross |
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Post by Corporal Fuego on Apr 23, 2018 8:54:47 GMT -6
The Earthen city had been very interesting to travel through. In the more affluent areas, it was quite endearing, leaving the sights of its skyline ingrained into the head of the viewer, giving sights that even Fuego himself could never forget. The more impoverished portions, though, were ridden with crime and, as he sometimes called it, "childish villainy". He understood their reasoning, as this was their preferred method of survival, but it would always make one think. Why not, for the good of their people, just get a normal job? It was not as if there was a massive job shortage, at least, as far as he could tell.
As he thought and strode along, he began to feel quite peckish. His short stay on Earth was causing him to begin to feel hungry, especially with his body expending such a massive amount of energy to heal his leg wound. He had brought plenty of Earth money, converted from the general credits he had been carrying. Maybe he could try some Earthen delicacies?
His call was immediately answered, as he came across what seemed to be a food establishment in the middle of a slightly run-down area of the city. It seemed to be in OK condition, though the inside seemed to have only one current inhabitant. His examination quickly ended, and he walked inside to get some food.
The items on the small conveyor belt were quite interesting. They seemed to be raw fish accompanied by other uncooked side items, like rice. Each item slowly slid by on the belt, begging to be taken off and eaten.
Fuego quickly hopped onto the stool, randomly grabbing the first piece of sushi that came across. It was a bit of fish on top of a bed of rice, with the fish being held in place by a seaweed wrap. Four pieces lay on the first plate. After a moment of examining, he took the first bite.
Never had such a sensation filled Fuego's mouth. Each individual piece of the sushi filled his mouth with an exquisite taste. These three pieces, plus a forth he could not put his finger on, came together to form a mouth-watering taste that not even a corporal like himself could resist.
After recovering from this first wave of flavor, he slowly savored the rest of the plate before grabbing another plate. He could stay for a while if it was all this good!
Fuego's first experience with sushi!
I'm up for whatever kind of thread, be aware though that he does have a slight leg injury
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Post by Corporal Fuego on May 4, 2018 8:54:11 GMT -6
Every bit of sushi he ate was exquisite. The food the Federation offered was good and filling, but it was much more expensive to make than this, and it was significantly better! Maybe he'd have to change that.
Eventually, Fuego was completely full. About 8 plates had racked up on the side bar. He did his counting before counting zeni and laying it on the table. After a few sit-down stretches, he got up and walked out, all while the person he sat beside didn't notice.
As he observed the city outside, he realized what he needed to do. If humanity couldn't fix Earth itself, maybe the Federation could step in and "help" a little bit.
That was for, however, another day.
Going ahead and tying up this loose end.
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Post by Amber Cross on May 8, 2018 7:22:22 GMT -6
After the crazy events of the park, Tianum had given Amber some time off along with cash. The idea was for the girl to get her mind off the events of the day, and to give Carro some peace without the girl's nagging. After accidentally destroying her only combat suit, that had been the only thing the girl had bothered him about since he woke up from his short coma. Incessantly. To the point both had almost filed a temporary restraining order against the child. Still surprised that the cop thought I was their illegitimate child. This place looks neat! Pausing in her walk, the small girl stepped into a small sushi shop. She hadn't ever had a reason to go in one before, due to the nature of her life thus far. Strolling up the bar, the girl pulled herself into a chair. Staring at the conveyor belt with plates in confusion, the girl tried looking for prices and labels for the individual plates. Seeing nothing, the girl raised her voice loudly. “Oi! Owner-san! You have a customer!” She grinned guiltily at the young man seated next to her, filling his face with sushi. The owner stepped out of the curtain, arms crossed across his chest. The girl tried to point towards the missing menu, glanced around, then sighed herself. She wasn't going to get anything done this way! She turned towards the guy seated next to her, but he was too busy stuffing his face to catch her gestures.Giving up moments later, the girl shoved the wad of bills towards the tall man behind the counter. “How much will this buy?” The man took the wad of bills slowly, counting out the zeni with practiced speed. His eyes widened in shock at the amount, before glancing back to her. His eyes narrowed in suspicion, before he spoke. “Are you a thief?” “Nope! I work for Crop Corporation as a scientist and a member of their Enmity Unit!” Not realizing she'd used the wrong word, Amber raised her Crop Co watch in pride. Whether the man recognized the watch or not., the sincerity in the girl's voice would resonate with anyone in the building currently. The man nodded, before tucking the wad of bills into his apron. Nodding towards the belt, the man walked behind the curtain to continue preparing food. “The rest of your food is paid for, kid. Take what you like.” The girl nodded happily, before starting to sample the sushi. It was amazing! The girl hadn't realized that raw anything could taste good, but the fish went extremely well with rice. She got some of the wasabi and soy sauce, mixing it together like she'd seen in her old shows. It was even better with that! Finishing two more plates of sushi, the girl sighed happily then glanced back towards the young man next to her. She made a small box with her hands, before activating her green screen. Her eyes widened in appreciation, as she whistled softly. “And you're no wimp either, buddy.” Whether the martial artist noticed her strange gesture and comment, the girl would spin to one side of her chair and lean against the bar. Speaking loud enough to get his attention, the girl grinned. “The name's Amber Cross! I'm a scientist, fighter, and hero of justice who lives at Crop Corporation! You are?”
Currrent PL - 24,000
KP - 3/3
Nashi
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Post by Nashi on May 8, 2018 18:49:07 GMT -6
An Arcosian entered the establishment. Of course, Nashi didn’t know it was an Arcosian: he was still of the quite stubborn belief that Arcosians were just particularly cranky lizard zoanthropes. He went in walking strangely— it seemed something may have happened to his leg— but seated himself down and began to eat, enjoying the flavours almost as much as the feline was. He grabbed a second plate, then a third, then a fourth. By the time Nashi next looked up the lizard had accumulated eight now empty plates of various costs. He counted the correct amount of zeni, made a few simple stretching motions and then left.
The laser beam alarm made the noise they tended to make as the Arcosian left the establishment. Makihoso, hearing this, rushed into the room, but was disappointed to find only Nashi. He must have been nodding off when the alarm for the alien’s entrance went off. He sighed, made a few obscene comments under his breath before retreating back to the backroom for his nap. He hadn’t noticed the zeni on the table so the Senbyo would take the stranger’s plates and put his zeni in his own pile to pay with. After all, Makihoso wouldn’t be happy with himself if he knew that he missed a customer.
There was another ding, but Nashi just thought that it was just the lizard coming back in and put the zeni and plates back to their original position. Nashi could hear Makihoso mutter something to himself in the other room about how the door laser alarm thing must have buggered up. He looked over, and— oh, not the lizard. He put the plates and zeni back to where he put them earlier.
Then, she spoke. Nashi had never seen Makihoso move so quickly as he entered the moved into the room, arms over his chest in a vain attempt to look like he wasn’t desperate for customers. The strange woman handed over a bunch of cash— probably too much for any reasonably amount of sushi, Nashi reckoned. The rotund orange Majin pretended to look through the cash, but he knew that it was a whole lot and decided not to bother counting unless she did something ludicrous like eat half of all of the sushi.
He asked if she was a thief, but this much was to be expected. Why would such a young (read: not old) girl have so much cash? She gave her explanation, which Makihoso pretended to understand. At this point, Nashi had moved from pretending not to be paying attention to not pretending at all; he sort of stopped looking over there when she began describing her work as a scientist. While science was cool, as the Senbyo learnt from watching cartoons, it became considerably less so when it was done by sane people. Makihoso would leave once again to start making the sushi Nashi was demolishing.
Not too long after, the girl would whistle and make a comment. Given the empty room, he’d turn to her to check if she was talking to him… she was. Probably. She leaned against the bar and spoke again, louder. He made sure to gulp down on his mouth’s contents before speaking himself.
”The name’s Nashi.” He’d give a slight smile. He thought her trying to pay for sushi upfront was weird but, if she liked the sushi, she was friendable! If that’s a word. It wasn’t. ”I’m the Senbyo!” He didn’t expect her to know what that was but by that point he made a habit out of introducing himself that way. ”I beat up baddies sometimes.” As good a profession as any.
”So, erm... you know, what usually happens is that you pay afterwards according to that.” He’d point to five plates of different colour and therefore cost on the wall. Each was labelled with the cost of that colour, from two zeni green plates to six zeni brown plates. Nashi's plates were mostly green and blue, the cheapest plates, but there were a heck of a lot of them...
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