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Post by Nashua on May 27, 2018 10:01:35 GMT -6
| CRAPPY MONTH, CRAPPIER CITY |
It'd been a long month. Nashua certainly hadn't enjoyed the fact that she'd crashed her ship (again) in the middle of nowhere (also again), but the worst of it was that this time she couldn't seem to repair it no matter what. And she didn't have a phone or anything to call a tow truck. Not that one could really reach her where she was, anyway. And so, unwilling to throw all the Zeni she'd spent on the capsule straight down the drain, the Saiyan got a rope and tied the thing around her waist, beginning her very slow crawl back to civilization. Every day or two she'd drop it and fly ahead to a town to grab something to eat or drink, but then she'd rush right back and continue to move it forward, inch by inch until, after what felt like eons, she reached North City, and plopped the thing down in front of a repair shop and shouted, "Fix it!" at the mechanic.
Now she found herself relaxing her muscles, which had never been so sore, seated at one of those little stools they have in front of bars, though the only drink she ordered was a large glass of water with three ice cubes. "Rough day?" the bartender asked as she rested her head in folded arms across the countertop. "More like a rough month," she replied weakly, and he chuckled in reply, pouring a little more water into her glass to fill it back up to full. After a few moments, he paused. "Wait, are you even 21?" he asked suspiciously. Nashua slowly lifted her head and gave him a befuddled look. "No, I'm 19, why?" And that was the story of how Nashua got kicked out of a bar.
Now she found herself at a small nondescript cafe with a flickering flourescent light at the front window insisting they had "the world's most impressive pancake". So Nashua ordered it, and was pleaantly disappointed with how grainy it felt, and how generally dry the flavor was. "Earth's breakfast foods must suck if this is their best pancake," she muttered, only eating half of the thing before giving up. Still, she was tired, and the mechanic said her ship wouldn't be finished with repairs for at least a day or two, so she had more than substantial time to kill. Maybe she should try and see if anyone was offering ship flying lessons nearby, to avoid this headache in the future.
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Post by Captain Terryn on May 27, 2018 16:07:15 GMT -6
| Crappy Month, Crappier City |
An absurdly loud yawn erupted from inside the HeadQuarters of the Pride Troopers, Earth's mighty heroes. Their newest addition had been awake for over 24 hours, unable to sleep due to the unfunny amount of stress he felt. Nothing seemed to help shake his mind off of the World Trade Fleet, and the recent attack on Satan City. Every game he tried to play, every dumb show he tried to watch...Nothing. All he could think about was those evil, refrigerated lizards.
Terryn swung open one of the cupboards inside of their kitchen, only to find it empty. ''Nnnhh...'' The weary-eyed Trooper grumbled. No coffee, great. Sighing, Terryn closed the cupboard and turned around. He simply...Stood there, for a few moments, staring blankly into the wall opposite of him. After a long, dead silence, Terryn shook his head. His intense yearning for the caffeinated bean water HAD to be sated- at all costs!
And so Terryn set out on his quest for coffee, strolling through the streets of North City to track down one particular spot. It was true that the City's Starbao's was just around the corner, but Terryn was beyond sick of that place. Too many crazy-haired hipsters taking pictures of their drinks there. Just the thought of it made him want to jump off of the nearest building.
As he rounded another corner, the place he had been searching for came into view. A vintage-looking Diner, complete with barely functioning neon sign! Everyone knew that they had the most genuine coffee there. None of that overly-produced sugary bullcrap. Just pure coffee.
The bells attached to the store's front door rang as Terryn stepped inside, still clad in his Trooper uniform. ''Yooo-'' His tired voice droned out. He hadn't noticed Nashua yet, simply writing her off as just some random chick in the corner of his eye. As he sat down, the waitress walked to him from behind the bar.
''Coffee, please.'' ''Would you like a cup, mug?-'' ''Just give me the entire bloody pot.'' ''...S-Sure thing, sir...''
Terryn groaned to himself as he buried his face in his hands. The poor sod was so, SO exhausted, he felt like he could faint at any moment. But his heart was pounding in his throat, an indescribable feeling of anxiety breathing down his neck.
A large pot of coffee was slammed down on the counter infront of him, along with a large mug. ''Thanks.'' Terryn moaned out, forcing himself to give the waitress a smile. He absentmindedly gazed to the side, at the girl he'd seen as a blur in the corner of his eye. Simply out of curiosity. But Terryn only became more curious once he really looked at her...
That long ass ponytail, those large yellow eyes...He couldn't quite pin it down, but damn did it look familiar.
''Uhm, excuse me, miss?'' Terryn asked in a somewhat cautious tone, trying to catch the girl's attention. His eyes narrowed curiously as his head tilted to the side. ''...Don't I know you from somewhere? You look reaaaaally familiar...''
TAGS: Nashua
OOC NOTES: Yeetus Skeetus
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Post by Synthesia on May 27, 2018 18:18:37 GMT -6
| Crappy Month, Crappier City |
How Synthesia loved rural towns!
He chewed on a red bean bun as he skipped through the streets, his absurdly long green hair whipping innocent passerby. The child of nature remained blissfully unaware of this fact as he took small bites out of his colorful pastry. Yum.
He stuck around like this for a while, simply just hanging out in the town. So far he’d showed up a street magician and pretended to be a tree to surprise passerby. He really had nothing better to be doing.
He would soon realize this fact for he quickly tired of meaningless japes and practical jokes. They got stale fast. Just like the bean bun. He popped the last bit into his mouth just as a colorful yet familiar figure waltzed intro what seemed to be a Cafe. He smiled. This was what he needed.
He skipped over to the entrance, swinging it open. The staff looked at him quizzically. He waved at them and shot them a toothy smile, inching over to Terryn as he did so. They seemed to believe that Terryn was his dad or brother or something, so they didn’t make any further comment. Good.
The child of nature slapped his friend on the back! ”Terryn! Long time no see!” He nodded and gave him a once-over. ”Nice spandex, dude! Is that your new uniform? Did someone else take you as a slave?” He tilted his head quizzically. He couldn’t imagine why anyone would wear such a colorful outfit. He looked lene at his own simple clothes. He felt almost intimidated.
His attention was turned to Nashua after he was done greeting his space. He looked at the tail and then clasped his hands together. ”Oh! You have a monkey friend too! That’s so cool!” He looked down on Nashua as if he was looking at a zoo animal. ”H-Hey there! Ooga Booga, and all that, right?”
TAGS: Nashua Captain Terryn
OOC NOTES: despacito
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Nashua
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Post by Nashua on May 28, 2018 15:37:17 GMT -6
| CRAPPY MONTH, CRAPPIER CITY |
Another dry bite of relatively mediocre pancakes and Nashua had had enough of the foul taste violating her mouth. It took all her physical strength to not shout at them staff about how they were big liars and how dare they insist this was the best pancake on Earth. She could just grab her spear and start stabbi- "Okay, deep breaths," she muttered under her breath, sucking in air through her nostrils and calmly blowing out her mouth. Going on a murder spree over some technical difficulties and a crappy pancake was a little dramatic, and pretty cruel. Nashua rested her head back on the booth and shut her eyes. It didn't take too long before she heard a voice right nearby that seemed to be directed at her.
Nashua assumed it was the waiter trying to ask her if something was wrong, and she opened her eyes and tarted to speak. "Yeah, the pancake was-" once she saw who it actually was, she furrowed her brows and gazed suspiciously at the man. He looked... Familiar. Although the weirdly bright and flashy outfit made him seem a little odd and foreign, the face and voice... "Oh, wait a minute," the Saiyan exclaimed, sitting up straight as a smile spread across her face. "You're that guy who I had to save from the crazy religious Namekian, right? Terryn?" That had been quite some time ago, so it was refreshing to see a familiar face in such a crappy city. "What are you doing all the way out here?" she asked, gesturing across the booth to offer him a seat.
"And what's with that uh, fancy costume? I didn't think there were uniforms flashier than the Saiyan Kingdom's!" Before the human got a chance to answer, someone else joined in on the scene who also seemed to know Terryn. Nashua politely smiled and watched as the young man with very long green hair spoke with the human, though raised an eyebrow when he shouted "ooga booga" at her, and somewhat instinctively lowered a hand to grip her tail. "Uh, we prefer Saiyan," she responded. "Um, you can both have a seat, just don't order the pancakes. They're pretty terrible," she said with a small chuckle, glaring down at the plate in front of her of half eaten pancakes and severed globs of syrup. "Despite what that sign outside might say," she added with spite.
TAGS: Captain Terryn , Synthesia
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Post by Captain Terryn on May 31, 2018 4:40:31 GMT -6
| Crappy Month, Crappier City |
Oh, OH! So that was it!
''Jeez, yeah- been a while hasn't it?'' The Pride Trooper forced out a grin as he got up and relocated to sit closer. Truth be told, he wasn't too happy that she remembered it so clearly. If Terryn's memory wasn't fucking with him...That entire fiasco was more cringeworthy than one of his specific High School phases.
''Could say the same for you, y'know? You look, like, just as exhausted as I am...And trust me, that's saying something.'' Terryn let out a yawn as he filled up his mug with coffee. At Nashua's comment, Terryn raised a curious eyebrow, right before he understood what she was talking about. ''Oh- this?'' Terryn tugged at the suit, eyes widening a bit nervously. Shit. What were the odds of her actually believing him? 1 to 1 quindecillion? Yeah, sounded about right.
''Uh- well, you see...-''
Aaaaand that's when it happened. Another old, familiar face Terryn had secretly hoped had just vanished from existence. Terryn initially ignored Synthesia, simply burying his face into his hands with a hefty, pained groan. Really now? It's not even that Synthesia was a bad kid- he was just...Extremely hard to be around. Every time Terryn was near him, he felt the strangest urge to jump infront of the nearest moving vehicle. It simply felt natural. ''H-hey Synth...''
In silence, Terryn glanced at Nashua, 'I am so sorry', said the look in his eyes. Perhaps weird, but Nashua had no idea what she was getting herself into. Poor gal.
''So, like, what're you doing way out here in the North? What about you being the 'Omni-Important Mega God' of that forest? Lecturing people that threw out their plastic cups get boring?'' Terryn attempted to force out a smile, but it just kept becoming harder. The Trooper groaned again as he glanced at his coffee, and immediately began chugging it down.
... ...His face began to turn red. Right. Still scalding hot.
''GhyYAAA- FUCK!'' Terryn screamed, tufts of steam erupting from his mouth as if he was some sort-of play pretend dragon. The Trooper sniffled in pain, immediately wiping the tears from his eyes. ''Today is not my day...'' He couldn't help but chuckle, really. Atleast the schmuck was still capable of laughing. Aaaand that's all that mattered, really. Right?
''So, uh- how're you two doing now...?''
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Post by Synthesia on Jun 15, 2018 20:44:05 GMT -6
| Crappy Month, Crappier City |
"Why, yes, I am very important, I'm glad you remembered!" Synthesia plopped down, seemingly ignoring Nashua's 'suggestion' on what exactly she was. "I've been... you know, around. Improving my plant collection, mostly. Gettin' real strong, too!" He giggled and flexed his noodle arm.
He plopped down on a chair across from Nashua, crossing his legs and resting his head on the table. He snorted with laughter as Terryn continued being incompetent. Classic Terryn! His finger sprawled out into a branch, and from said branch, a green apple sprouted up. He picked it from himself and set it down in front of Terryn. "Go ahead! You can eat me, I don't mind." He didn't really bother thinking about the implications of the action. "Humans are pretty bad cooks. Nothing beats fruits and vegetables, though, right!? But boy, I hate it when those stupid humans go and make those giant farms for them and, and, and they, they chop the trees, but then they add new plants!? Why!? WHY!?" During his aggressive rant, he had unintentionally began shaking Terryn violently. His rant was ended when he realized that almost all of the two other customers in the place were staring at him. He cleared his throat and sat down calmly.
"So you're a Saiyan, huh? Where's that? Saiyanland? Are you a Saiyanlandian? Do you have plants there?"
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Post by Nashua on Jun 17, 2018 7:21:33 GMT -6
| CRAPPY MONTH, CRAPPIER CITY |
"Oh, well," Nashua replied, letting out a long sigh mid sentence. "It's been a long month. I crashed my shi-" before she could even finish her thought, she was interrupted by the rather rude and childish little tree person. She sat politely and smiled as Terryn and "Synth" exchanged a bit of banter, and had to keep herself from laughing while Terryn chugged boiling hot coffee down his throat, although the little tree guy kept slowly picking away at her annoyance tolerance bit by bit. It wasn't like she was going to just explode at him or anything, though. If Terryn seemed to be his friend, despite his apologetic look he'd given Nashua when Synth first appeared, then Nashua could trust he was a good enough person. If a little socially insensitive to other people with what he said.
"Yeah, I'm a Saiyan," she said in response to Synth's sudden barrage of questions directed at her. She raised an eyebrow at the following suggestions that she was from "Saiyanland" and a "Saiyanlandia", a little surprised that he had somehow not heard of Vegeta. "And, no, I don't think a place called Saiyanland exists. I'm from Vegeta, if you've heard of it; that's where most Saiyans are from. Although currently it's been invaded by the World Trade Fleet, and they're trying to auction it off to some rich organization or something." It hadn't really occurred to Nashua that there were probably plenty of people just like Synth who had no idea why any of the Saiyans were here, but she realized that not everybody had to know about the political climate of the entire galaxy, and certainly not that of a planet millions of miles away.
"I'm not really sure where you're supposed to be from either, though," she said, confused at best about how the green boy could grow and pick an apple off of his arm that was supposedly fully edible. "Are you like, a bio android or something? Or some kind of alien? Or like, a human that got doused with a ton of radiation and started mutating?" It could've been any one of those options, as far as Nashua was aware. She glanced over at Terryn. Maybe he knew the answer, too. "Do you know what Synth is supposed to be?" She asked.
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