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Post by Chime on Nov 14, 2018 17:40:26 GMT -6
Chime's PL: 28,000
After a long day of conjuring bricks, screws, pipes, and countless other materials for the reconstruction of Satan City, Chime was tired. More than tired, he was thirsty. He could materialize himself a glass of water, of course, but that wasn't the same. Food and drink created by magic was never as satisfying or filling as the real thing, at least in his experience. It was getting late, and all the workers were turning in for the day to go home and rest, so it was Chime's cue to take a break, too.
In the wake of the city's reclamation, many businesses were closed, between property damage and a good chunk of the populace still reeling from the effects of the curse. One place, however, remained open: McBao's stood on a street corner with its yellow and red neon sign shining like a beacon. The place was packed with people coming off a hard day's work and looking for a quick bite, and the crowd drew Chime's attention as well. If there were that many people there, then it must be good, right?
Inside, there was a long line snaking around towards the counter. The menu seemed to consist of mostly meat and potatoes, fried in various ways. Chime wasn't really keen on any of that, he just wanted a drink! Luckily, after a moment of looking around, he watched as someone went up to a machine on the side, put a cup underneath a tap bearing a colorful brand label, and filled the cup with their desired drink. The Namekian's eyes lit up. There were so many different kinds! Did they all taste different? He'd have to try them all and see. He ran up to the drink fountain, conjured himself a cup, and began taste testing.
He was on his third drink when an employee leaned over the front counter to yell at him, "Hey, kid! You gotta get in line and pay like everyone else!"
Chime froze. Uh-oh. Right. Money was a thing. He'd forgot about that again. He reached into his pocket and conjured up his best guess at what zeni bills should look like, and walked up to give them to the man at the register (who still looked peeved at him for skipping the line.) Unfortunately, Chime's 'bills' were just greenish pieces of paper with a circle in the middle and the words 'ZENI 500' written on each side. The overworked, underpaid employee looked over at Chime, down at his terrible counterfeit, and then over at Chime again, totally exasperated, "Are you serious with this shit?"
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Post by Polbo on Nov 15, 2018 7:20:29 GMT -6
It'd been a while since Polbo had actually been to Satan City. She'd stopped by a few times years before, but after the whole curse thing fell over the town, it did not sound worth it to make a venture on over. Who knew what kinda stuff that evil magic might do to her, or make her do? The human wasn't keen to find that out. Some stuff had happened, though, Polbo was a little vague on the specific details, but from the sound of it, the city had been properly cleansed of the dark magic that the demon had placed on it months before. And something about a recovering city just screamed 'business opportunity' to Polbo, so the human took the first flight she could get down East and then taxi'd her way from the airport right into Satan City, potential ideas for what she could do there bursting in her mind.
It was kind of anticlimactic when she arrived and found a relatively unharmed city. Some buildings were collapsed, and people were hurt, but that was about it. She'd kind of been picturing more mass destruction to have gone on in a city infected with dark magic. And nobody seemed even remotely interested in anything she had to offer, either! ...Well, it probably wasn't the most morally proper thing to go around trying to take advantage of people recovering from a crisis, now that Polbo thought about it. She didn't mind using people to get what she wanted, but maaybe this was where she should draw a line for herself.
She'd been in the middle of trying to talk one of the tired construction workers into erecting a statue of a giant think emoji 'because it'd be funny', when she came to the realization, and stopped and sighed. "Okay, fine, whatever, have some, uh, free relief funds," Polbo said with an apparent lack of enthusiasm as she stuffed her hands into her pockets and pulled out two large fistfuls of cash before tossing them up into the air, prompting the people around her to scramble and grab the money as she walked away with a faint scowl on her face. Unsuccessful negotiations made Polbo hungry, but much to her dismay, there was quite little available when it came to food options. Everything was closed! Just as the Earthling was ready to cut her losses and get out of the damn city, she spotted the familiar bright colors that everyone on Earth knew. The place that never closed, no matter what!
The pinkhead walked on in to find the place bustling with sweaty workmen! Polbo grumbled and crossed her arms as she stepped into line, not exactly eager to wait forever just to get a crappy burger. From the looks of it, some Namekian kid was even cutting the line up front and slowing everything down! Okay, it was time to flaunt some wealth. Polbo forced a big smile and walked past the entire line, stepping in front and turning around. "Okay, for all you hard working boys and girls, I'm gonna treat you all to some free burgers and sodas! It's the least I can do to thank all of you for the effort you've been putting in, today!" Polbo turned toward the cashier and slapped down a large wad of cash in front of him. "Just, count that up and use it for their orders, and let me know when it runs out," she told him before ordering a burger and large soda. The workers didn't seem to mind her cutting the line after she'd paid for them all, and Polbo meandered over to the nearest empty table and plopped herself down.
Maybe now she could enjoy this burger in peace!
TAGS: Chime
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Post by Chime on Nov 16, 2018 18:41:07 GMT -6
Chime was getting ready for another argument with an annoyed employee when an arm came down from behind his shoulder, slamming a hefty wad of cash on the counter. Instantly, Chime was forgotten, and the line of hungry people erupted into cheers and thank-yous for their pink-haired benefactor. The cashier got busy sorting out the bills into the cash register, and paid the Namekian absolutely no mind as he wandered back over to the soda fountain and filled his cup with a new drink. Something called Hetap. He'd just picked it because he liked the blue on the label, but it turned out it tasted okay, too! After he got himself a straw, he made his way over to the pink-haired girl's table, sipping his soda noisily all the way.
"Hi there!" He greeted her with a cheery grin that showed off his pointy teeth, "That was really nice of you. I thought that guy was really going to yell at me!" Another loud slurp of soda. Apparently Namekians didn't learn table manners. Or maybe he just wasn't used to straws, "So, um. Sorry if I'm bugging you, but I was wondering. How do you make money? 'Cause that was a lot, right? It looked like a lot. Do you have a really good job? Or are you one of those people with a rich family, so you have lots of money just...around?" Chime was pretty sure that was a thing, Earthling's parents having money, so the children had money, too. Maybe asking people about their money so bluntly was rude, but this girl was giving it away pretty freely, so Chime assumed she wouldn't mind. So he just stood there next to her table, slurping his soda and looking up at her with big, curious eyes.
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Post by Polbo on Nov 19, 2018 14:59:19 GMT -6
Polbo unwrapped the greasy burger from its slightly damp paper wrappings, and gripped her hands around it before bringing it up to her mouth for a bite. It... Wasn't bad, she supposed. Not exactly a five star meal, but she could see herself giving it, maybe, three stars? Two and a half? She pondered how to rate it as she chewed, up until she swallowed and a little green boy walked up to her table. "Huh?" she mumbled as she glanced down at the small Namekian. He was the little boy she'd seen trying to cut the line earlier, wasn't he? "Oh, uh, don't mention it?" she replied with a faint smile and a furrowed brow as he took a very loud sip of his soda right in front of her. He didn't seem terribly socially aware, did he? Polbo started to glance around the restaurant to see if she could spot his parents, when he continued speaking.
"How do I make money?" the Earthling repeated his question with a slight snort. "Well, uh, you work these things called jobs, and you get paid like every two weeks for doing those jobs. That's how it works for most people, anyway. Pretty sure." Polbo picked up her soda and took a sip as she eyed the little slug boy up and down. She had only just noticed how oddly dressed he was. "As for me, you could probably call me part of the 'rich family' group," she said with a shrug. "Though, that doesn't mean I don't still work hard, obviously." Most people seemed under the impression that, if you were born rich enough, you never had to work a day in your life, and that just wasn't true at all! Someone really needed to get that idea across to more people. The human gestured towards the chair across from her small table.
"Why don't you uh, have a seat, instead of standing there? Someone might bump into you and spill your drink," she suggested, though she didn't actually care too much about that. It was just easier to be facing forward while talking and eating than having to turn to the side every time you wanted to say something. Regardless of what the Namekian opted to do, Polbo turned back towards her table and took another chomp out of her slightly mediocre hamburger. Once she'd swallowed most of it, she asked, "What are you doing in a restaurant by yourself, anyway? Don't you have, like, parents? I mean, I know Namekians don't have traditional parents, but you seem a little small and, uh, lost, to be wandering into eateries by yourself with no money."
TAGS: Chime
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Post by Chime on Nov 19, 2018 22:56:11 GMT -6
Chime pouted around his straw as she explained jobs to him, "I know what a job is! I have a job! Well...it's more like a duty, really. Nobody pays me for it. And it's kind of full-time, I don't think I could go work somewhere for money and still have time for my...other thing." He realized that made it sound suspicious, but he felt weird standing in the middle of a fast food diner and saying 'It is I, Guardian of Earth and Creator of the Dragon Balls!' It just seemed out of place.
He happily hopped up into the seat across from her when she offered, and set his soda cup on the table between them. His legs swung his legs back and forth over the side of the chair, and his antenna twitched a little as he spoke. He was starting to get a little sugar-high, from drinking so much soda at once when he'd never had any before in his life, but he didn't actually realize anything was different yet. He just felt excited! Probably because he was making a new friend! "So, what's your job?" He asked her, "It must be really good, if it lets you buy everyone food like that."
By the time she asked him about his parents, he'd taken a few more big sips, and was practically bouncing in his seat. But hyped up on sugar or not, he was still obviously offended by the question, "Hey! What's that supposed to mean? I have a dad, yeah, but he's back home! On Namek! I came all the way to this planet by myself. I'm thirty-eight years old, I'm not some lost little kid!" He punctuated the statement by crossing his arms and sinking back into his seat with the biggest pout on his face, making him look even more childish than before. Just because he was small didn't mean he was immature! It always got on his nerves when people assumed so, and this wasn't the first time it had happened.
"I bet I'm older than you." He added, as a final 'take that' to the pink-haired girl. It had slipped his mind, in that moment, that Namekian years are only about half as long as Earth's. |
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Post by Polbo on Nov 20, 2018 15:23:55 GMT -6
"A duty? Uh huh," Polbo replied, lacking in the enthusiasm department. She wasn't sure what kind of 'duty' the Namekian meant, though she could only assume it was something like helping the lunch lady pass out food trays or making sure library books were turned in on time. She eyed him curiously with an amused expression on her face as he hopped up onto his char and acted all jittery, his legs swinging back and forth and his antenna twitching atop his head. Was he having a sugar rush? If that was the case, he was going to crash pretty hard soon enough - it'd only taken what seemed to be a few sips of his drink to start sending him off on that high. When she was asked about her job, Polbo took one more sip of her drink before she replied, and quickly began talking as soon as the liquid had gone down her throat.
"Well, I work for my dad," she replied with a shrug, "I help him out with designing new technologies, and he makes a lot of money when he sells them, so I just kind of get to dip my hand into his pocket whenever I want." She realized quickly that might have sounded kinda bad. "I mean, I do like, all the work, so, the money basically belongs to me, anyway!" Polbo quickly added, with a tinge of salt easily detectable in her tone. She grimaced slightly and lifted up her half eaten hamburger, taking another bite and causing the greasy juices inside the flow out onto her hands as they gripped around the sesame covered buns. As she placed the burger back down on its wrappings and continued to chew the bundle of food in her mouth, the Namekian boy went on to complain about her thinking he looked too young.
She looked at him in surprise when he revealed his age, and quickly swallowed her food. "You're thirty eight?" she asked in disbelief. Okay, he was definitely lying, right? There was no way this kid was seventeen years older than her! His pouty attitude wasn't helping his case to prove he was older, either. "Uhh, I guess Namekians age differently than humans?" Polbo guessed as she looked him up and down again once more. The Earthling was a little weirded out by that fact, and tried to picture a thirty eight year old human acting this way. It certainly wouldn't have had the same slightly cute kind of charm to it, that was for sure. Oh, well. The more you know, right? Polbo reached forward a grease covered hand for a handshake. "Anyway, I'm Polbo, nice to meet you," she said with a smile. If he was thirty one years old, though, then she actually was a bit curious about the duties he'd mentioned. "So, what kind of duties were you talking about, earlier? You have me interested, now."
TAGS: Chime
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Post by Chime on Nov 20, 2018 22:12:58 GMT -6
Chime's childish pout became an equally childish smug grin when she was clearly shocked at how old he was. Now she was thinking twice about calling him a kid, huh? He sat up straighter in his seat when she asked about aging, and he had to stop and think, "...Huh. Y'know, I'm not actually sure. How do humans age? How long do you stay kids for?" He was a fairly well-educated guy, but his focus was magic and spiritualism and history, not xenobiology, or whatever this would fall into, "I guess it's not super important, though. I'm Chime." He stood up out of his seat just a bit, so he could lean over the table and shake her hand. His arm was dangerously close to knocking over his soda cup, but he didn't seem to notice.
"So you're like an engineer? That's pretty neat. I don't know a lot about technology. I've only flown a ship a couple of times, and last time I crashed. I got where I'm meant to be, though, so It all worked out!" He gave her a warm smile as he babbled, his annoyance from just moments ago completely forgotten now, "What sort of things do you make? Like robots? Or weapons? Or ships or cars or--" Chime realized he was just rambling on, and snapped his mouth shut, "...Y'know, stuff. Those goggles are nice! Did you make those, too?"
He reached for his cup to take another sip and was disappointed to find it empty. There was only ice left. That just wouldn't do. He hopped off his seat and went back to the soda fountain to get a refill, and was still in earshot of Polbo's table, so he kept talking as he went, "My duties! Right! Well, I know I don't look like much, but I'm Earth's protector! One of them. But I'm the best one." He paused, staring at the stream of Powa-Fresh filling his cup. That hadn't been entirely what he meant to say. His mouth was moving a bit faster than his brain, "...Uh. I mean, I'm in charge? Sort of? I don't order people around, I'm not Captain Chime or anything. But I'm mystically important! Y'know, magic stuff."
When the cup was full, he returned to her table, careful not to spill. He gave her a somewhat sheepish look, "...I made it sound like a fake thing, but I swear I'm the real deal."
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Post by Polbo on Nov 24, 2018 5:32:18 GMT -6
"Uhh, like, thirteen to sixteen is where most people tend to do most of their 'adulthood transitioning'?" Polbo estimated. That was around the time puberty really kicked in hardest for her, though of course that was just her. It varied from person to person, sometimes greatly. She didn't feel like explaining the entire process of puberty to the little Namekian named Chime, though. Wait... That name was familiar. And, so was his little green face, now that she got a good look at him. She set the thoughts aside for the moment, though, as he asked her a bit more about her job. "Um, I've made one robot, he's pretty cute, though I mostly work on tools and medical stuff. For the most part, anyway." She held back a snicker when he mentioned crashing his ship but 'still ending up in the right place'.
"And, yes, I did make these!" she chipperly added as she tapped the goggles that rested atop her head. Polbo had been wearing them for so long, she'd sort of forgotten that they were even there. Her eyes followed him across the room as he went to refill his drink, and he just kept on chatting away like there was no tomorrow. Something told Polbo that Chime didn't enter in casual conversations terribly often. She just kind of nodded along with him and casually sipped her drink, which was only about half empty, given she was sipping from it at a far slower pace than the Namekian had been inhaling his. He was 'Earth's protector'? That sounded... Vague. But also kind of interesting. "So, you protect the entire planet?" she replied with slight amusement. Her lenses focused in on the Namekian, and noted that he did have an impressively high level of power for his size. Maybe there was something to him after all.
"What kinds of duties does that entail? Do you, like, fight off evil aliens? Stop pollution from killing animals?" she asked, figuring those were two things any 'Earth's protector' would be doing. It was right at that moment that it clicked with her where she knew him from. "Heeey! You were in that tournament! I remember, now!" she exclaimed with an excited smile. "You fought that Usod guy, the big blue Heran! Remember? I was the judge for that match, I hosted the event!" It was actually pretty neat to run into Chime outside of the stadium - she'd been pretty impressed with how well he was able to hold his own, for his size. "Okay, now I kinda buy the protector of Earth thing. Though, you still have a ways to go, huh?" She paused for a second, tilting her head and darting her eyes off to the side for a moment, before she asked, "Aaand, what kinds of things does the protector of Earth need that I might be of service to?"
TAGS: Chime
OOC NOTES: Sorry for the wait!
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Post by Chime on Nov 25, 2018 17:21:04 GMT -6
"Thirteen?!" Chime sounded incredulous, "That's so young, we're practically still babies when-- oh, wait," he stopped his rant before it began, as he finally remembered, "You guys have really long years, don't you? So that's...about the same as us, more or less." he concluded after doing the math on his fingers for a second. He also realized that meant he'd been wrong about his own age, if they were talking Earth-years, but he decided not to double back to that. Maybe Polbo would forget about it, or just think he was really old and mature.
Before he sat down, Chime took a second to stand on his does and stare up at Polbo's goggles. His eyes were wide like plates, and he was clearly impressed by even such a simple invention. He could conjure objects out of thin air, yes, but only fairly simple things, like the cup he was drinking out of, or his clothes. In order to make, say, a clock, he couldn't just think 'clock' and one would appear, he would have to know all the different springs and gears, and how they all fit together. That was way too much for him to remember! So for someone to not only hold all that information in their head, but also create the machines, and even invent their own? That was impressive to the young Kami.
He took his seat at the table again, and had opened his mouth to explain what exactly the Guardian of Earth did, when Polbo mentioned the tournament. The recognition hit him at once, and his expression instantly mirrored her own, with a big smile on his face, "Oh! Right! You were the announcer lady! You made me sound really lame!" he exclaimed, but didn't sound upset about that last part. It was more like he found it funny, than anything. As Chime reminisced on his fight with Usod, he sat back in his chair and rubbed at his neck unconsciously, "Yeah, that whole thing got intense. I didn't make it easy for him though!" The Namekian went right back to grinning, and flexed his skinny green arms. He laughed a little, and took an experimental sip of his new soda. Hmm. The last one was better.
"Yeah, I'm still learning, but I think I'm doing pretty good so far." He told her, but when she asked him what he needed, it gave him pause, "Uh. I'm not sure? I mean, you already got me drinks, that was nice. Erm," He scratched his head for a moment, "I don't really know. I'm sure there's something. ...I mean, I have been looking for something that I, um. Lost. Yeah. But I don't know that you can help with that."
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Post by Polbo on Nov 25, 2018 22:55:38 GMT -6
Wait... If he was from a different planet, it stood to reason that the 'years' he was referring to weren't actually entire years in terms of the Earth equivalent. "Oh, yeah, so, you're probably not actually, uh, thirty eight," Polbo said with a frown. "So, you're probably actually, like..." The Earthling gazed Chime up and down, sizing him up in her head and thinking about what age most humans would be acting like he had been. "...Twelve? Ten, maybe? I'm sure there's some, uh, Namekian year to Earth year conversion thing online." The human pulled out her phone and made a couple of searches, although no such program was actually available, as fa as she could find. She clicked her tongue in slight annoyance at that, but assumed her estimate wasn't too far off.
There was a brief moment of silence as Polbo ate more of her burger, and she glanced up at the Namekian to find him staring in amazement up at her goggles. She waited for him to comment on them in some fashion, though he just silently took his seat again, which prompted a snort from her. She'd have explained how they worked, if he'd asked. At least he seemed to recognize her face, as well. "Oh, uh, sorry!" she replied when he mentioned she'd made him sound lame. "I was trying to sound impartial to both fighters in all the matches, though I might not have done as good a job of that as I should have." At least he didn't seem too upset about it. If anything, he almost seemed to think that it was funny. Personally, she should've thought Chime should take pride in how well he'd performed against an opponent so much stronger than him, which he promptly did, along with a slightly unimpressive muscle flex.
Then, he finally got to the meat and potatoes. "Oh?" Polbo asked, her attention piqued once again. It didn't sound like a bad idea to have the Guardian of Earth on her side, so doing a favor for him, whatever it might have been, was something Polbo was very interested in. "Well, you've seen this," Polbo said, pointing up towards the goggles Chime had been fascinated at previously. "So, you know, I'm pretty smart and good with my hands. I bet I can help out, somehow. What did you lose, exactly?"
TAGS: Chime
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Post by Chime on Nov 26, 2018 23:40:51 GMT -6
"Hey!" Chime squacked at Polbo when she brought up the age thing, and his face flushed purple. He'd really been hoping she wouldn't catch onto that, "I'm not twelve, c'mon! Do I look twelve?" He huffed. He certainly looked like he could be twelve, sitting there at a McBao's with his legs not touching the floor, a giant cup of soda in front of him and a pout on his face, "Earth years are about twice as long as Namek's, so I'm nineteen, okay? Not a kid!"
He felt like continuing to sulk, but Chime did his best to actually sit up straight and not look like a little alien boy. He went to take another sip from his soda, heard how it was slurping noisily, and paused. The little Namekian made very deliberate eye contact with Polbo across the table, and held it as he went to drink from the side of his cup so it wouldn't make noise. He even held his pinky finger out! That was something people on Earth did to be fancy, right? She'd have to take him seriously now.
Maybe it was working. She was still insisting she could help him, at least. He set his cup back down on the table and sighed, then started to stir the straw around as he thought. Polbo seemed like a nice person, and smart, if she could really build all the things she said. Chime continued to watch the ice swirl around his cup as he pondered, and the exhaustion of the day, coupled with basically inhaling a sugar-filled caffeinated soda, was getting to him. He began to mutter aloud to himself, though he didn't realize he was doing it.
"I could tell her...but I dunno if she could even do anything. And what if she can, and she turns out to be evil? Who knows what she would wish for on the Dragon..." He trailed off as he realize that he was saying this out loud. Under his breath, and not really audible to anyone else in the restaurant, but surely to Polbo, who was sitting right next to him. His eyes went wide and he slowly looked up at her face.
"...Balls."
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Post by Polbo on Nov 28, 2018 9:03:27 GMT -6
"Okay, seventeen," Polbo relented, though that still seemed too old to be quite right to her. He was trying pretty hard to compensate for it, though, with how, uh, 'elegantly' he drank his soda, complete with raising his pinky into the air and maintaining total eye contact with the human the entire time. It was almost kind of uncomfortable, though Polbo averted her eyes after a moment to sip her own drink, and the familiar sound of a near empty drink being sipped through a straw pierced her ears, as severed bits of liquid were sucked up into her mouth. There was a moment or two of silence as the Namekian seemed to ponder over her question, but Polbo could wait. She finished off the last bite of her burger and silently wished that there was still some soda left in her cup to wash it down.
She could just walk over and get a refill, but that would take, like, effort.
Her ears picked up Chime muttering to himself, the little boy apparently not even aware that anyone could hear him speaking his thoughts aloud and the the tail end of his sentence, wherein he widened his eyes and nervously finished. "The... 'Dragon Balls'?" Polbo echoed more audibly with a perplexed expression on her face. "Wait, wait... Those are those, like, orange things from two hundred years ago, right? The ones that make wishes?" She'd heard whispers of them, rumors and myths, but never actually seen one herself of course. Nor had she actually taken much interest in trying to find them, filled with doubt that the things actually existed. And she wouldn't just believe they were real because some random kid was mentioning them either, of course. But she had to say, she was genuinely curious.
"Also, I take offense to that! I'm not evil!" she complained, crossing her arms. "And even if I was evil, you can check for yourself that I don't exactly have the power level to go around killing people who get in my way," she added, and if Chime was capable of energy sensing, he'd have indeed seen her strength was quite significantly unimpressive. "If I did get to make a wish for absolutely anything, I'd wish for... Oh, I don't know, really. I imagine most would wish for enormous wealth, but I kind of already have all the money I need." She really didn't know what she would wish for, if she were somehow granted a free wish. Maybe something funny? "What about you, what do you want them for?" she asked, "And how do you even know they actually exist?"
TAGS: Chime
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Post by Chime on Nov 29, 2018 6:17:06 GMT -6
Chime waved his hands around desperately as Polbo just started going on about the Dragon Balls, "SHH! Shh shh! Not so loud! You weren't even supposed to know about that!" He set both elbows on the table and held his head in his hands. He really didn't mean to let that slip and with how he'd panicked afterwards there was no way he'd be able to play it off as untrue, or a joke, or something like that. His pointy teeth jutted out as he chewed at his lip for a moment, debating with himself, then confirmed, "...Yeah, the orange things that make wishes. But don't go blabbing about it! I'll...I'll know if you do!" Chime looked up to fix Polbo with a serious glare, and pointed to his antennae. It was a bluff, of course, there was no way he could sense people spreading rumors, but she'd believed he was thirty-eight years old. Maybe she'd believe this, too.
"And I don't think you're evil! You don't seem evil! But you could be," Chime leaned forward in his seat and pointed an accusing finger at her, "It doesn't matter if you're super weak, you said you're a scientist! You could make evil robots and stuff. Not that I'm saying you would, you seem nice to me. But the point is you could. As for me..." He stopped waving his figner in her face and leaned back into his chair, "...Let's just say something bad happened. And I need to undo it. I've already told you more than I was supposed to, so don't ask me for more, okay?"
Then she asked him how he knew they were real, and Chime had to stop to think again. His gut was telling him that Polbo was a good person, and that he didn't need to be so cautious, but his gut was also full of the soda she'd bought for him and therefore biased. He sat there biting his lip for a long moment (to make sure he didn't accidentally babble again) and finally settled on telling her a half-truth, "I know they're real because I saw them. All of them, all together. But then the sky went dark and they flew away, all different directions before I could grab them. So I know they're around somewhere, I just don't know exactly where," Chime sighed, "Anyway, I still don't know how you'd be able to help me. No offense, but it's kind of a mystical magical thing, I dunno how much robots and goggles would be able to do."
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Post by Polbo on Nov 29, 2018 18:47:37 GMT -6
"What? No one cares," Polbo replied as Chime flabbergastedly tried to keep her from saying anything about the Dragon Balls. She glanced around the McBao's, and found that just about everyone who was present was either caught up in conversation with someone they were eating with, or or too busy trying to figure out what to order to care about what other people were saying. If anything, Chime was going to draw more attention to them by how frantic he was being! "Just, calm down, okay? And... Is that really what the antennae are for?" She squinted suspiciously at the little Namekian, somehow doubting that the appendages jutting out of the top of his skull were specifically for rumor detecting or anything of the like. Though, how that she thought about it, she hadn't a clue what the heck those things did. Were they his ears? ...No, he had two big pointy ones, right there. ...Hmm.
The idea of building killer robots to terrorize the world was an amusing one, but not one that actually seemed like something Polbo would spend her time working on. "Well, that sounds... Definitely plausible. I could totally piece together an entire killer robot in my garage to destroy the world, yes." Her tone was obviously sarcastic, but just in case Chime didn't pick up on that - which there was a fair chance of, admittedly - she added, "I'm kidding, by the way. I've made one robot, and he's a tiny remote controlled drone that just flies around and stuff." The Earthling scratched her chin as Chime explained the predicament. So, the Namekian had been present when they were last all gathered, but then they'd flown away across the world to who knows where. That did sound like an annoying problem.
"Hey, just cause it's a magical thing doesn't mean I can't help out," Polbo replied with a shrug. "Lemme think..." She paused, and pursed her lips as her eyes wandered towards the ceiling, where they remained for at least a good twenty seconds or so until she finally came up with some semblance of a potential possible partial solution. "Okay, something like that has gotta give off some kinda energy waves, right? Or, uh, magicky waves, whatever you call it - some kind of signature, basically, same as the way all life gives off its own ki signature. I'd just have to build something that can lock onto and track that signature! Of course, it'll be kind of hard to pick up without having a Ball to get the right signal from in the first place..." The Earthling stood up from her chair and picked up her drink and bag to throw away. "Why don't I run some tests and then get back to you? Do you have a phone or something?"
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Post by Chime on Nov 30, 2018 23:00:19 GMT -6
The little Kami followed Polbo's gaze around the restaurant and saw that she was right, nobody was paying them any mind. He let out a heavy sigh and relented, "Alright, fine. But you can't blame me for being careful, this is potentially very dangerous stuff I'm talking about here! And..." she asked about his antenna, doubting his admittedly flimsy lie about them. He hadn't really expected her to believe that. Still, he couldn't help but mess with her a little when the opportunity was right in front of him. The antenna wiggled a little, and Chime's voice rang telepathically in Polbo's mind, 'It's only one of the things they're for.'
The talk of building a killer robot in her garage worried Chime for a minute, and he opened his mouth to say something, but then Polbo said she was kidding, and he snapped it shut again. Right. Of course she was kidding. No one could make something like that in a garage anyway. They'd need a whole lab or something. As she went on about how she could possibly track the Dragon Balls using a machine, he began to nod. He'd been skeptical at first, but her explanation was turning his opinion. It wasn't as if the mystical and the mechanical never intersected, after all. Chime could sense energy, but there were also scouters and similar items that could do the same thing. The idea someone could make the same thing to sense non-living energies, like from the Dragon Balls, didn't actually sound that far-fetched.
Then she asked how to contact him, and he just blinked at her for a second, "...A phone? Um. No. I don't have a phone. I don't really need one, 'cause, y'know," and he pointed up at his antenna again, "...But I can't exactly get 'incoming calls', except from another telepath. Which I'm gonna guess you're not?"
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