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Post by Ramen on Jul 8, 2018 14:40:37 GMT -6
IT'S PATIO SEASON
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Another day, another heat wave. It was days like this that led to many Southern residents to hide within their homes, turn the air conditioning on full-blast and silently curse the summer weather. But while a hot day might be little more than pure misery inside a city or a sweltering apartment block, it meant two things to Ramen: beach season and patio season. And today, those two were one and the same, as she settled down at an outdoor table to a conveniently located beach bar & grill. She came first to secure a spot with a few spare chairs and ordered herself a drink to start. A pitcher of a light, watermelon beer tailor-made for this kind of heat. After pouring herself a glass, she reclined back in her chair and sipped away at it, attention turned towards the beach itself while she waited. Between the beer, the ocean breeze and the shade provided by the umbrella over the table, the weather was much more tolerable.
Predictably, both the bar and the beach were fairly busy today. There were plenty of people out trying to work on their summer tans, kids running around in the sand and building castles, swimmers doing laps up and down the shore, and even a couple of surfers waiting on waves. Bad surfers at that, probably newer to the sport. Ramen bit down on her lip to keep herself from laughing at their misfortune as, wave after wave, they tumbled back into the sea with one embarrassing showing after another. Soon, the waiter showed back up to offer menus.
"Uh--I'll hold off on ordering, but... four menus should be good? I think. And two of them are Saiyans, so they're probably going to eat a lot if... memory serves," she wrinkled her nose, thinking back to the buffet she'd attended with Banzo. That establishment knew the struggle of trying to feed Saiyans, and evidently this one did as well, if the falling expression of the waiter was any indication.
"Yes, of course, miss..." he mumbled before setting the menus on the table.
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Post by Mollusc on Jul 9, 2018 22:33:55 GMT -6
Mollusc walked down the streets. He was reading from the book he had made. On the front was a poor drawing of a green dragon. He had seen pictures of Porunga but he thought he needed to draw the cover. He had gotten about 30 pages done. The words of Porunga and some of the stories of his great servants. From Xylo the champion of his wrath to the elders being chosen by him personally from a dream in the lakes of Namek. He flipped to the fourth page. It had written of the laws of Porunga. To honor him at every turn and to fight for him. Anyone who didn't fight for him or fought with those who were his servants were clearly foes. He had to wonder those he worked for the saiyans were perhaps slowly going to become that enemy.
He arrived at the site where they were supposed to meet. He put the book away looking around for the three of them. Last time they all meet Nashua and Cress were causing a ton of trouble. They had destroyed part of a city. Ramen and himself were barely able to stop them. He'd look around once more. They were not going to be hard to find. He had been dressed in an actual human dress. He had a buttoned-down white collar shirt and some black pants. He didn't like them but he wanted to look somewhat normal. Rather than being bare-chested to a human event. He never really ate. But, Ramen suggested it and he was more than willing to join them. He wanted to be courteous after all and blow them off. He finally spotted Ramen inside. She did have that bright red hair which was rare among humans. At least he assumed so since she was the first redhead he had seen. He'd walk over and sit down where Ramen was sitting. "Sorry, i'm late I got lost. I was never good with direction." Mollusc confessed with some embarrassment.
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Nashua
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Post by Nashua on Jul 17, 2018 5:16:28 GMT -6
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Ramen hadn't been kidding about wanting Nashua and Cress to buy her and Mollusc a drink and a meal after the whole West City situation. It had been a little while since the debacle had occurred, but Ramen had finally cashed in the favor she was owed, apparently at some seaside resort restaurant thing in the Southern Tropics. It took Nashua a little while to find the exact one the Earthling had mentioned, as it turned out that there were more than just a few of the sort of place she'd described lining the beaches off of the colorful roaring shores. It was quite a nice day out, though, so Nashua didn't mind having to walk for a little while as she perused the establishments. There sure were a lot of humans out enjoying the nice weather, as well.
A lot of them were scarcely clothed, aside from trunks or bikinis, which made Nashua feel a bit awkward wearing her full battle armor, complete with the black tights and white boots, but it wasn't like she had other clothes to change into on the fly. And they breathed surprisingly well, she found. Just as she neared the next outdoor eatery, the Saiyan spotted the familiar bright red hair that only one human she'd ever met sported in a huge, puffy ponytail like that. "Hey, Ramen!" she called out as she stepped onto the patio. Seated near her was also the Namekian who'd helped cease her rampage in the city, Mollusc. Instead of his usual combat attire, though, he'd taken it upon himself to dress up rather formal for the event, it seemed, with a good looking button down shirt and a pair of black pants. "You look fancy today, Mollusc," Nashua commented as she sat down.
Ramen herself wasn't quite as fancy looking, with the ruffian type outfit Nashua had seen her in both at West City and in the forest where they'd encountered that World Trade Fleet goon. "You look fancy, too," Nashua lied towards the human with a smile, not wanting her to feel underdressed or anything. As she settled herself in and picked up the menu to browse through, she glanced around for any sign of the other Saiyan who was supposed to be joining them. "Where's Cress?" she asked, though she figured that if anyone knew his whereabouts at that table, it would've probably been herself. "Any sign of him yet, or is he running late, too?"
TAGS: Cress
OOC NOTES: Sorry I'm late, had some lack of muse lately!
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Post by Cress on Jul 19, 2018 20:52:11 GMT -6
Base Power Level: 34,000 (Lingering x2 in case we have that rematch later in the thread. P. sure it activates during a fight.)
A figure floated stories above the streets, said figure wearing battle armor and spandex, while also bearing spiky black hair and a tail. The figure was none other than Cress, who was out looking for the place Ramen had told him about. For now, he was relying on her scent to locate her. Of all places he had to look for her scent was in a restaurant, which had multiple distracting (and delicious) smells coming from them. It took him a while to locate her specifically, but he eventually did it. He hovered above the restaurant that he'd picked up her scent from, and brought himself down to where she was.
Apparently, he made it just in time to hear Nashua asking about him. "I'm right here. I just got here, in fact. Took me a while since I had to find you guys by looking around and by scent." he said, looking around the patio, specifically for where the delicious aromas were coming from. He wasn't the only one looking either, he had gotten a few looks himself, specifically from the people who noticed he'd just came from the sky, and the people who wanted to get a look at what he was wearing. Well, he wasn't going to wear anything else. He wore his armor literally everywhere, and the same went for his spandex.
Looking to the table, he spotted Ramen and... the Namek from before? A large grin stretched across his fast before he burst out laughing. "What're you wearing, Namek?" he said with an amused tone. "I've never known your people to wear earthling clothes, I always thought of your race to wear traditional clothing." he stated, now making his way to an empty seat that hadn't been taken by anyone else. He pulled a chair back and sat down, before picking up the menu and looking through it. "It's a good thing I have a lot of money from all that work I do." he muttered while checking the prices, planning on buying a lot of food. He didn't have much else to spend the money on anyway, although he did plan on getting a gravity chamber or some state of the art armor in the future.
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Ramen
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Post by Ramen on Jul 20, 2018 20:52:26 GMT -6
ITS PATIO SEASON
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As the three arrived one after another, Ramen couldn’t help but snicker into the back of her hand. On the one hand, there was Mollusc. The proud disciple of Porunga, suddenly dressed in a surprisingly human outfit. On the other hand, there were the two Saiyans who had, perhaps predictably, come in full battle-armour. She offered a little wave to each in turn, gesturing to the open seats and the menus waiting for them. She stood up out of her seat to pour each a drink from the pitcher she had ordered, before settling back to return to her own drink. “You two do owe me and the Porunga-man a round, but since I got here first I figured I should at least get you guys something for the heat,” she nodded a little. “I couldn’t decide whether to invite you guys to a restaurant or the beach, so this was the halfway point.”
After settling back in her seat, she glanced out towards the beach. "You guys probably don't really frequent these kinds of spots often, do you? Something about being serious warriors probably makes things like volleyball and swimming seem a little lazy. But--" she shook her head. "Anyways, good to see you guys. And --"
She shot Nashua a flat look. "I do not look fancy, but thank you."
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Post by Mollusc on Jul 20, 2018 21:15:45 GMT -6
Mollusc sat turning his head back to see when the others would come. He didn't want to wait long. They had promised to get food. Not that he cared for the food but he did care that they keep there promise. He was only here since he was sorta dragged in the mess. It had taken a bit of time but someone did finally arrive being Nashua. They had met twice before and the first time was not pleasant for her nor the second time. Hopefully, they could just have a good time. That was why they all came right? She asked if that had seen Cress, and like the devil, he arrived. He'd and she was both dressed in there standard armor. Meanwhile, Ramen was dressed in her normal gear from what he could tell. He was the only one who dressed out of the ordinary. Guess it really didn't matter what he wore.
Cress then asked why he was even wearing this. He looked at him and sighed, "I read a book about how humans when they're going on these events with important people you're supposed to be dressed nice. Since we're on earth and this is a lunch out I thought it appropriate to wear this type of gear. With my height and size though it came hard to find. Guess it was not needed since everyone else is dressed quite normal." He looked at the Menu. He really didn't feel like getting any food. He never really ate anything, it was not in his people nature. Water would do. He looked at Ramen as she noted games like volleyball and swimming were prob lazy if they were superpowered beings. "I mean if we play with this group it'd be different. If we all superpower then it just volleyball." He shrugged, he didn't know if what he said made any sense but hopefully they had a vague idea of what he was trying to say.
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Post by Nashua on Jul 24, 2018 11:45:14 GMT -6
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"Whoa!" Nashua exclaimed, jumping out of her chair and turning around as Cress popped up right behind her when she asked about him. She caught her breath after a couple of seconds, and let out a sigh. "Are you sure you weren't just waiting there to jumpscare me?" she asked with narrowed eyes as she carefully sat back down into the chair. The other Saiyan commented about Mollusc's clothing as well as he sat down, and Nashua picked up one of the menus in front of her to start perusing the options. Ramen had already ordered them a pitcher to drink from, which was certainly nice of her, considering this was supposed to be the Saiyans' treat. "Oh, thank you!" Nashua said with a smile as she took a sip of her drink. The cold liquid felt especially nice going down her throat on the the hot and sunny day.
The banter between the other three was pretty amusing compared to the more serious conversations Nashua found herself engaged in quite commonly as of late, so even though this was technically a treat for Ramen and Mollusc, it was quite a nice outing for her as well. Cress was probably enjoying it too, though he was always a little more ready for battle at any moment, like most Saiyans tended to be. "Oh, yeah," Nashua replied as Ramen commented about the likely infrequency of visits to resorts such as this one. "I don't think I've been to a beach in, like, years. Definitely not since we were all forced to evacuate to Earth. Plus, swimming is kind of annoying," she added on, reaching back and pulling her extremely long ponytail forward. "Hair this long is a nightmare to tie up."
Getting it cut was entirely out of the question, too. Just the thought of having short hair without the familiar feeling of her ponytail going down her back made Nashua shudder in disgust. And then Mollusc brought up playing volleyball. "I've never tried that before," the golden eyed woman chimed in, "But it does look like fun. I'd probably be too worried about sending the ball blasting through someone's skull if I played against a regular human, though," she said with some discomfort at the thought. If they played each other, however...
The waiter popped back up before Nashua could suggest they play a match, and politely asked the group what they wanted to order. "Oh, uh, hang on," Nashua mumbled as she quickly picked up the menu. "I'll have, uh, this uh, 'summer chili dog' here," she said, shutting her menu closed and putting it down with a smile on her face. "How about you guys? Still me and Cress' treat, so go crazy!"
TAGS: Cress
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Post by Cress on Aug 4, 2018 19:23:13 GMT -6
It looked like he’d caught Nashua by surprise with his entrance, earning a skeptic response from her. “I’m sure, seeing as I have no reason to do so. Were you distracted while I was on my way down?”
After that little encounter, he took his seat and proceeded to question the Namek, earning an appropriate response from him. He could see where he was coming from with the whole dressing up thing, but that was something he preferred not to do. Being ready for a battle was always his thing. “Yeah, you should’ve stuck with what you usually wear, like I did.”
Soon after they sat down, Ramen began pouring their drinks. That was awfully nice of her. “Thanks.” he responded, picking up the glass and taking a gulp of the beverage from it when she was done. As he drunk from the glass, he observed the view around them, particularly the one of the beach. His attention turned back to Ramen when spoke after she made her way back to her drink. And, after listening to her and Nashua, Cress would comment on the current topic. “I do enjoy food and a good view to accompany it, so that was a good call on your part.”
After taking her seat, she launched a question aimed at the three. Mollusc would respond first, then Nashua, and finally, him. “I used to live in Turrip Town on Shikk, it was right next to the sea. I’ve been to the beach quite a few times, but I usually chose something fighting-oriented instead.” Continuing on, when Nashua made the comment about the ball going through a human’s skull, he remembered he actually did something like that once. The victim’s species wasn’t human, though. Seconds later, he noticed a person approaching them, who was obviously the waiter.
Having skimmed through the menu for the most delicious things to eat that would fill him up, he’d already decided on what he wanted to order. The waiter seemed surprised by Nashua’s light order, but that didn’t mean he’d be doing the same. Opening his menu, the waiter could tell based on his expression that he was going to order a significant amount of food.
The saiyan turned the menu towards the waiter and began speaking, ordering multiple things on the menu, some picks even being the same thing. He didn’t have much reason to hold back anyway, considering the cash he had in his pocket that had accumulated due to him not spending it often. Having no bills and focusing on becoming stronger and fighting helped keep money in his pocket.
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Ramen
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Post by Ramen on Aug 11, 2018 19:56:11 GMT -6
IT'S PATIO SEASON
| Ramen's PL: 54,000 |
Ramen reached over to snatch a new menu upon confirmation that she wouldn't be paying for her own meal. After a short browse, she picked out a couple items: a personal plate of nachos along with a side of salad topped with feta cheese and black olives. She offered a little smile to the passing waiter after inputting her order, before relaxing back into the chair lazily. "If we played a game, you wouldn't have to worry about ordinary humans--" she pointed out, raising a hand as she spoke. "Except for me, I suppose, but I'd like to think I'm not completely just some average human in the uh... strictest sense."
She cleared her throat before taking another sip from her mug... a sip that soon turned into a gulp, that then turned into downing half the drink in one go. It was hot out this summer, and cold beer wasn't easy to put down. "The only problem with the whole volleyball idea is that you're probably gon'na be uncomfortable wearing a bunch've armour. Porunga-Man here had the right idea, and I don't really think you two are going to want us to outfit you with a bunch've junk from a tourist booth."
"... Unless you want to wear goofy floral shorts and an 'I love South City' tee?" she squinted towards Nashua and Cress at that. You never knew: maybe Saiyan tastes were a little more out there than she gave them credit.
Gonna be honest, not my best post and kind of short, but I've been stuck and I want to push through so as not to keep you guys waiting.
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Post by Mollusc on Aug 29, 2018 0:40:03 GMT -6
Mollusc looking at everyone as they talked. He just stared at the Menu. Maybe they had a water-based dinner. Like water with a side of spring water. They didn't seem that advanced though. Plus, having a bowl of water didn't seem that...well proper. He was trying at least somewhat fit in at least a little. So he sat and listened to what they had to say so far. Seemed the topic of doing sports all of them came to the forefront. Course Nashua brought the good point they could not do it with normal people. If they did they make kill them by accident. That be no good in the eyes of Porunga. Even if it was an accident killing people who could not fight back was no good thing. Only those who were vile deserved to be killed. Non Believers who insulted the religion as well of course. Soon the Waiter arrived it seemed. Everyone else had ordered. He'd look at the waiter, "More water." He'd turn back to everyone else keeping a focus on what they were talking about though he didn't have much to add at the time. He was just listing to them.
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Post by Nashua on Sept 5, 2018 22:21:09 GMT -6
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Cress was ordering a lot of food, which Nashua was sort of hoping we wouldn't do, given that the two of them were going to split the bill. You could only make so much money washing dishes, after all, and most of that money had already gone towards training equipment for the Saiyan. Her golden eyes nervously fluttered over towards him until he finally finished ordering, and a gulp fell down her throat. Her mind was already trying to calculate how much this meal would end up costing her as Ramen ordered her own food as well, which was a bit more reasonable in price. And then Mollusc ordered... Water. Alright, good.
"Oh, yeah, we could just play with each other," Nashua mused after Ramen brought up the point. She had a point about them not being in the best outfits for it, though. Saiyan armor was pretty nice and flexible when it came to combat, but for a sport like beach volleyball, well, things might get a little hot and sandy. "Is something wrong with floral shorts and South City tees?" Nashua asked with a genuinely curious tone. She glanced around the patio and saw that there were more than a few people, both eating at the same restaurant as the group and just walking by outside that were in garb similar to the kind that Ramen had described. They sure looked happy, or at least like they were enjoying the nice weather. Was there something bad about the clothing that wasn't visible on the surface?
"I don't think we had anything quite so blatantly patriotic on Vegeta," she commented as she returned her attention to the table. "But, well, while I don't exactly 'heart' South City, I wouldn't mind showing it my support. The shorts look pretty comfortable, too." An acute fashion sense was not one of Nashua's strongest skills, nor was recognizing crappy tourist merchandise. Then again, she did really need some clothes that weren't just her battle armor. It was annoying to have to borrow clothes for a couple hours every time she needed to wash it. "Let's eat first, then get to the games after, yeah?" she excitedly stated as she glanced around to see if the waiter was coming back yet.
TAGS: Cress | Mollusc | Ramen
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