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Post by Ramen on Jan 7, 2019 18:21:27 GMT -6
THE WORLD TRADE FLEET SUCKS| Ramen's PL: 127,000 |
"Can you comment on your affiliation with the Saiyan Kingdom?"
Ramen had never been interviewed before. Up until she left Earth to fight alongside Vocado and the Saiyan Kingdom, she had never really had anything notable to say. At least in the eyes of your average journalist. But now, word had spread that an Earthling, born and raised in South City, had been one of the key warriors to defeat the World Trade Fleet on the newly recaptured Vegeta. Details of the battle were still relatively scarce on Earth. Some outlets reported a swarm of oozaru crushing all opposition. Others reported a fierce battle and a week long siege. Others still dismissed the reports as premature. But the idea that someone homegrown could have taken part in that great battle in the distant stars captured enough attention that soon enough, she was standing on the sidewalk outside of her favourite coffee shop with a microphone and a camera being shoved in her face.
"I suppose I'm one of their top warriors, all things considered," she answered the reporter, her eyes falling on the lens of the camera. She supposed it must have looked odd to some on-lookers at home, given she was wearing her old leather jacket and some denim shorts. Not exactly the first image of a Saiyan warrior that would spring to mind. "I joined as part of a verbal defense pact. Kind'a like an alliance, but without the politicians, 'cause... well, things were a mess."
Most of the questions up until now had been fairly routine. The reporter was probably just giving her soft-ball questions to get her started. The next one he asked probably shouldn't have been all that noteworthy either. Until Ramen spotted a little glint of opportunity.
"The World Trade Fleet has remained active on Earth, even after the reported recapture of the Saiyan home-world. Do you have any word on whether the Saiyans will be sending help to our own soldiers?"
Her eyes practically lit up at the chance to comment on the Trade Fleet. They had been a thorn in her side from the first day she drove off on that little adventure out of South City. They attacked the Lookout and Satan City, they had contested the Dragon Ball hunt on Namek, and they didn't even have the stomach to put up a proper fight on Vegeta to settle things.
"I wouldn't worry about the Trade Fleet," she began, her lips curling into a satisfied smirk. "They basically left us nothing but recruits to fight on Vegeta. They're happy to act all tough and menacing from their spaceships, but the second a real fight comes along, they run for the hills. They're like a fighter that goes undefeated for a year but retires the minute he gets matched up against someone with a good right hook. I'm sure they'll continue to be a pain for people here at least for a little while, but really?"
"They're just a bunch of cowards that belief their own empty hype. Just some overblown collection of the spineless and the stupid."
Ramen nodded to signal that she was finished, that smirk never leaving her face. The rest of the interview would continue on at a more modest pace, and before long, she was free to finally leave the reporter behind and enter the coffee shop she had been out here to visit in the first place. Meanwhile, the world would get to see her mocking take-down of the Trade Fleet 'live'... on a five minute delay. She couldn't care less if any trouble came of it. She figured the worst thing that could happen would be Mumbo sending her a rude text message.
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Post by Yangcong on Jan 7, 2019 18:47:30 GMT -6
The news about the recapture of planet Vegeta didn't shock Yangcong at all. In fact, before Ramen's arrival to the favorite coffee shop, the plain clothes individual sporting a taxi cap hat and a brown vest along with black sleeves underneath it, a belt, and a pair of black slacks, seeing the news reporters out and about and conducting several individuals with others. After seeing his saiyan tail, the reporters wanted to question the old saiyan but he casually ignored them and went into the coffee shop.
Upon entering the establishment, he walked up to the counter and looked to the employee with a happy go lucky attitude.
"Hi, yes, will take a cream cheese bagel with a black coffee."
After paying the employee and after receiving his food, he walked to the nearby booth and casual ate his meal rather quickly and took casual sips from his coffee. After that was all said and done, he noticed a woman entering the establishment and overhearing the loud noise outside and faintly hearing her responses before she came in, he was shocked that she was one of the helpers that helped planet vegeta.
"Excuse me ms! I hear that you helped out my planet from the WTF. I would like to thank you!"
He walked over to her from his booth and his gray tail being wrapped around his waist.
"Please come sit with me at my booth. I have some questions I would like to ask of ya."
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Post by Hale on Jan 7, 2019 19:31:28 GMT -6
Hale was flying towards South City and watching the interview given on what he was told was a scouter. Come to find out he had been thoroughly scammed and what he was sold was a scouter shaped device that was nothing more than a phone with the scouter piece a screen. He had only heard about this Ramen from Nashua most recently, but aside from knowing they were strong, he didn't actually know much of them. It was awkward hearing of a human working directly with the SK, but people seemed to think the same of him being an Arcosian not working with the WTF so who was he really do judge. What she had to say at first didn't come to any sort of surprise, as Nashua made it clear Ramen was strong, but he had kept his head in the sand enough not to be aware of the pact she had made to work with them, but even then he wasn't sure how to feel about it. He might have been an Arcosian, but after ten years living on Earth he considered himself as much an Earthling as anyone else.
Even from his height in the sky over South City, there was no doubt some of the people below could have heard the volume of his laughter at the interviewers second question. They were clearly out of the loop on the goings on with their own planet to think help was needed, let alone from the Saiyans. Hale alone could handle a large majority of the WTF by himself, and there were plenty others that could step in fairly easily if need be. The idea of needing to ask the SK of all people to come help drew another belly laugh from him, trailing off with a sigh. At least the start of Ramen's comment was on point, because in their present form there was no actual reason to worry about the WTF, and aside from the large Majin, there were only one or two real threats to deal with. His focus had turned to the interview intensely as Ramen called them cowards, but like how he had done similar to Sensoa not that long ago, and he would have remained lost in thought if it weren't for the building he nearly fly right into not paying attention.
The only luck he had with the building was the fact it was the location of the interview, and as Hale lowered himself to the ground he looked around for a moment, spotting the entrance to the building and surprised to see Ramen herself walking out. Before he thought to fly down and confront her curiously she was already heading off, stopping at a coffee shop of all places. Maybe two minutes after she had made her way in, Hale landed and followed behind, eyes going wide from the aroma of coffee seeming to hit his senses hard, as he had never had coffee before, let alone been in a coffee shop. His presence was obvious given his side even in his suppressed form, but he stood near the door just staring, until a few people asked him politely to move so they could leave. His eyes hot over to Ramen as she stepped out of the way, then slowly walking over towards her, awkwardly introducing himself out of no where. "Hey uh, sorry if I'm bothering you, but you're Ramen right? We haven't met before, but I heard a good bit about you from someone you might know by the name of Nashua."
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Post by Ramen on Jan 8, 2019 11:35:24 GMT -6
THE WORLD TRADE FLEET SUCKS| Ramen's PL: 127,000 |
As soon as Ramen got through the door to the coffee shop, she made a beeline for the counter. It wasn't all that busy at this time of day and there was no line-up to speak of. But before she could make it up to order, she found herself being called by someone. A Saiyan, of all things. She glanced over with a raised eyebrow, momentarily being taken aback by the man's look: he was so old even his tail was gray. She recalled that one gray-haired Saiyan from the Lookout, but he looked like an energetic young man compared to this guy. "Uh, sure," she replied, sheepishly. "I don't know if I have anything brilliant or groundbreaking to say, but I can try to answer."
That wasn't it for the introductions however, as soon another voice caught her attention. This one belonged to an Arcosian, an even more unlikely sight in a place like this than the old Saiyan was. She tensed up almost immediately. Maybe her better instincts would have been to give the man a chance before going stiff on him, but after months on Namek and Vegeta combined, any thought of Earth's more agreeable Arcosians had long since fell from her mind. But she at least had the presence of mind not to actually do anything -- luckily, given what he had to say.
At the mention of Nashua, her shoulders immediately relaxed and she offered the Arcosian a small nod. "Yeah, I'm Ramen. I hope whatever Nashua had to say was, uh... good. I was just about to answer more questions from that old man," she jerked her head towards the gray-haired Saiyan. "But you're welcome to take a seat too. If you're a friend of Nashua's, at least, you've got'ta be kind of nice."
With that, she turned towards the booth where the Saiyan had been seated to begin with. For the moment, the shot of espresso and chocolate-chip bagel she had come here to begin would just have to wait. She stood near the booths, waiting for the other two to take their seats first. "You two have names too, right?"
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Post by Yangcong on Jan 8, 2019 14:05:25 GMT -6
Everything was fine and dandy, until he noticed the arcosian approaching the both of them. His stomach began to feel queazy and his anxiety levels were through the roof. He felt anger, sad, a mixture of emotions as his memories started to come back to him as he remembered that he lost his wife and son to the WTF army. He had swallowed saliva nervously and sweat fell from the side of his face. In order to keep his composure and having insurance with the fact that Ramen somewhat trusted the man, this brought his anxiety levels down and he looked to Ramen and the arcosian as he took a seat on where he had his coffee and began to drink it slowly.
"Ah yes, my name is Yangcong and i'm from the Saiyan kingdom. I did undercover work for them for years when I was on planet vegeta, I still do it every now and then in order to help the cause in defeating the WTF army. My partner Stone.. he's currently doing other business elsewhere but he's been my partner for decades now."
While he stated his faction and name and what he has done, he looked at Hale more than he did Ramen, to see what kind of reaction that he would get out of him. He then made focus towards Ramen.
"But enough about me, your strength must be incredible!"
He would telepathically speak to Ramen through the mind as he sipped his coffee and looked at her in the eyes.
"I noticed that you had tense up the moment the arcosian had approached, I did too.... If this arocsian really can be trusted, we must see what he knows about the armies of both factions. If he is willing to give us information on that, perhaps he can be trusted."
He didn't give no indication of disliking the arcosian or not trusting him, so after doing his sip, he looked to the arcosian with a cheeky facial expression.
"You must be strong as well, and if you don't mind me asking, would you happen to have any information on the members of the WTF?"
Based on his looks and how he carried himself, he didn't appear to be evil like the lot of them, but at the same time Yangcong didn't want to drop his guard at a potential enemy.
Using my telepathic to speak to Ramen only.
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Post by Hale on Jan 8, 2019 17:47:04 GMT -6
His eyes ever so slowly drifted to the Saiyan now next to her. Where had he come from? Was Hale so oblivious he had missed someone literally sitting feet from him? He had just about flew right into a building literal minutes prior so it was fully possible. It was hard not to see the way they both reacted to him walking up, and it took all he could to fight back any signs in return. He was used to it sure, but every time it happened pulled his patience for it away just a small percentage. His eyes get drifting between the two that he now knew to be working with the Saiyan Kingdom, though one far more obviously given how he was dressed.
"Well, I guess a good bit was an exaggeration. She said enough to make me think you were trustworthy, and given how Kind Nashua seemed I felt I might as well introduce myself with such a prime opportunity here." He was trying his best to sound a bit more eloquent compared to his normal way of speaking so he wouldn't come off like a total moron on a first introduction, but it fell through fairly quickly at the first mention of the WTF. Plopping sound heavier than he meant to, the seat gave a slight creak and thankfully didn't give way, as he smiled with a big cheesy thumbs up as he slid into the booth. "Well, I uh, wouldn't say I'm friends with Nashua yet, but we had a very pleasant conversation when she drove her spaceship to my house in the desert". giving a wide smile, and oblivious to how ridiculous that last comment might have sounded to most people. His eyes slowly drifted back to the Saiyan as he noticed him not quite starting, but looking towards him an awful lot while talking, causing Hale's right brow to slowly raise up higher as if there was something to the story he was missing.
Hale's eyes went back to drifting between the two, seeming a bit excited about having people to talk to given the amount of time he had been spending by himself out in the desert building, with no company but the occasional bandit. The Saiyan had been clearly speaking to Ramen when he made his first comment about strength, but Hale had somehow not noticed, and gave a bit of a flex and a grin "Well I'm glad you noticed.", showing his teeth as he smiled. "Name's Hale by the way", giving a wave to both of the SK members. His face contorted and he nearly face palmed realizing the first comment was clearly aimed towards Ramen, but he nearly choked at the blunt question, and his smile faded slowly as he just stared at the older Saiyan. "First, I probably wouldn't ask that so bluntly without whispering. Secondly, why would I know anything about the WTF? Third...ly, if I did, no offense friend, but why would I so randomly tell someone I've known for all of a minute and a half?" His demeanor had gotten a bit more serious, not because he was angry by any means, but because such a sudden question had thrown him off. Sure, he knew plenty about the WTF, but this was neither the time nor place, and potentially not the people to be talking about it with.
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Post by Ramen on Jan 9, 2019 11:17:21 GMT -6
THE WORLD TRADE FLEET SUCKS| Ramen's PL: 127,000 |
Ramen glanced sideways at Yangcong, his reaction to the Arcosian even more extreme than her own. She figured it made a little sense given he must have been on Vegeta when it fell to the Arcosians. Probably not just the most recent time either. By looking at him, Ramen felt pretty secure in assuming he was there hundreds of years ago or whatever for the last major battles between the Trade Fleet and the Saiyans. Maybe he was only like forty or fifty back then.
"Uh, undercover work?" That sort of went over her head for a moment. She had only really dealt with Saiyans who were warriors, or who at least built the machinery of war. Not undercover cops. "So... you were like a buddy-cop movie come to life on Vegeta or something? Unless partner means something else in this context, but--" she waved her hand, about to turn her attention back to the Arcosian... before his voice rang out in her mind.
Her expression almost immediately darkened at that. She didn't like telepathy even when it was coming from someone like Tarch that she actually sort of liked. But from a complete stranger? That was a no-no. She held up her hand to the old man at that. "--Don't even. If I wan'na hear you ringing me with telepathy, then I'll give you the go-ahead first." As much as his goal might have been noble, she didn't really see the point in it to begin with. This Arcosian probably wasn't Trade Fleet, and if he was, he probably wouldn't know anything they hadn't already uncovered on Vegeta.
At that, she rested back in the booth, unable to conceal a roll of the eyes when he actually asked the Arcosian for information outright. His response to that was predictable, but completely warranted in her mind. "This guy looks like a fighter," she finally spoke. "But that doesn't mean he's a soldier. It's easy to be put on guard when you spot an Arcosian -- sorry, by the way -- but there are Arcosians on our side too. And ones without any side. Plus, nobody would swap information so freely in a coffee shop anyways."
"...Oh," she added as an afterthought. "Sorry about your house. Nashua is a little prone to accidental destruction sometimes."
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Post by Yangcong on Jan 9, 2019 16:22:31 GMT -6
Yangcong continued to sip his coffee and getting a response from Hale about why he would willingly give out information to a complete stranger. Yangcong was quiet for a brief second, until he responded back after placing his cup of coffee down on the table.
"I see.. it must be my old age getting to me then.."
This was indeed rather strange, Yangcong was so use to getting information from strangers without it being a problem. He had quickly brushed it off and after telling Ramen on what he thought, she seemed to be bothered that he was using telepathy on her and after putting him the spot, he had sighed briefly to himself as he twirled the little metal spoon that he was given with his coffee. He looked to the both of them with a sadden tone of voice.
"Sorry to be misjudging towards you Hale. Back on my home Planet and during my youth, none of us trusted arcosians at all. I am truly sorry for judging you.. It must be time changing over time, because I never have seen allied arcosians before.. I hope you can forgive me... and sorry for prying your mind Ramen.."
He then made his focus from Hale, back to Ramen.
'I am also curious about you Ramen, what information do you have on the WTF... Is the saiyan kingdom ready to put an end to them? After hearing about what they did to Satan City.. It made me fearful that they would take over this planet just as they did Vegeta before.. There forces are indeed strong and we must be ready for it when the time comes."
Fang entering the coffee shop and heading over to Yangcong, as he sat right next to him and speaking to the three of them just before seating down.
"Hello there, its nice to meet the two of you, I am Yangcong's best friend."
After giving them both nods and looking over at the arcosian, Yangcong telepathically speaking to Fang.
"It's alright, he's a friend."
Fang giving no motion that he had gotten this information and looking to Ramen and Hale with a smile on his face.
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Post by Hale on Jan 9, 2019 19:25:59 GMT -6
His eyes slowly moved from Ramen back to the elder Saiyan with an obvious glare. What exactly had he felt the need to say to Ramen that he couldn't say out loud, and how did he think someone he didn't know would be okay with such a mental intrusion. Thankfully the table didn't sit quiet for long, but the look on his face didn't go away at once. It was bad enough it had happened at all, and he was far from oblivious to the looks and reactions given by both of them when he showed up, but this was something a step above that took him physically biting his tongue to keep quiet about. With a heavy sigh, Hale finally responded after the apology, "Look, I get it, more than you realize. I get these same looks from everyone, hell at this point even the WTF glares at me. When both sides are waiting for the other shoe to drop when you walk up casually it does get a bit old though." Crossing his arms and resting back finally, rolling his neck. "Maybe try to be less judgmental though. I get that you have lots of negative experiences, but I've had my fair share of Saiyans try to out right kill me on introductions. Every race can be full of assholes." With his lecture out of the way, and a bit of something off his chest he wanted to say to a lot of Saiyans he had met for a while, he flagged down the nearest staff and ordered some coffee.
Hale had popped in to meet Ramen, and found himself at the sharp end of a curious old timer, but the other had near erased the bitter taste of the entire situation, causing Hale to give a bit of a chuckle at her response to it. He quickly turned to give a bit of a wave. "Oh no no my house is fine. It's still under construction." Then looked back at the elder Saiyan again and gave a dismissive wave. "Don't worry about it. I said what I had to say on the matter. Not worried about it anymore." He couldn't hold back a laugh though, at the comments shortly after towards Ramen, thankfully saved in the moment by the coffee he ordered arriving, taking a long sip before speaking up in response. "Sorry to burst any bubbles, but the WTF won't be taking over Earth any time soon. From what I gather they only managed Vegeta because of timing and unfortunate circumstances more than strength and intelligence.", full on chuckling to himself at the thought. "Besides what are they gonna do now, beat up Ramen? I can't read power levels and even I know that I would back down from a fight with her", pointing a sideways thumb towards her and giving a shrug. His attention was immediately pulled away with a raised brow at the sudden large figure walking over and sitting down so casually, his eyes darting back and forth between the two as he slowly picked up his coffee and gave a slow loud sip.
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Post by Ramen on Jan 10, 2019 17:08:04 GMT -6
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Ramen just shook her head as the old man tried to explain his way out of the bind he had gotten himself into. As sincere as he seemed, he moved right on to asking her for information on the Trade Fleet instead, a turn of the conversation that struck her as a little odd. "Look, I know I just gave an interview about the subject, but I'm not going to trade any like -- real, inside information on the Fleet in a coffee shop like this to a total stranger. I wouldn't have gotten where I have in the Kingdom if I was that reckless." She glanced to Hale for a moment, wrinkling her nose a little at his own statement. "I don't think you're quite spot on about the Trade Fleet's old strength. I wasn't there, but -- suffice to say there were strong Arcosians working for the Fleet."
"I mean, things are different now, but..." she waved her hand in a vague, dismissive manner. Having just gotten finished with telling the old man she wasn't going to be trading information, getting into the details of what went on during the campaign on Namek would have been hypocrisy. She cleared her throat at that, opting for a topic change. "--As far as the glares go, that's something that's just going to happen. I tensed up, and maybe I didn't go brain-whispering or whatever because of it, but. Y'know. When you're from a race with a reputation for being absurdly strong by force of habit, people're gon'na get nervous."
At first, she barely even registered the arrival of the Saiyan's apparent best friend. She just offered a cursory wave while directing her attention towards the window, sorely regretting her decision to not order her drink before she sat down to talk. But when she finally looked up, she couldn't help but be a little taken aback by the sight. "Y'know, I don't think I would've guessed an ancient Saiyan's best friend would be a fifty-foot-tall cat." Her eyes flicked between the new arrival and Hale. "Is this place holding a protein powder convention and I just missed the memo?"
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Post by Yangcong on Jan 11, 2019 9:45:40 GMT -6
Both Yangcong and Fang started to chuckle at her last comment. They began to laugh like they were little kids again and tears coming out of their eyes, as they were shocked themselves that they had become friends in the first place. So Fang was the first to unconfused the situation that had just occurred.
"Alright so here is how me and this old geezer met. So I was doing this bank heist operation that would of gotten me so much money at the time. My former associate at the time turned on me by joining the police force. I wasn't aware of the new safe cracker Yangcong over here. So I trusted him and when the big heist job was about to be started, undercover officers showed themselves and Yangcong over here arrested me and told me that he was apart of the Saiyan Kingdom. The truth is, I was always poor growing up and even in adulthood that remained the same. I later met with a WTF man that promised me a spot in the army if I did this bank heist that would help fund the WTF. I later was thrown in jail and it was because of Yangcong that I didn't serve prison time at all."
Yangcong started to chuckle as he calmed himself and started to finish the conversation from then on.
"Ya you see, I saw his strengths during that bank robbery heist, I even had his file with me. Trying to track him down for months with no success. A big fellow like that walking around and being hard to find is just a big shocker. Well I told him that he wouldn't need to serve no prison time at all if he chose to help me out during undercover missions that I did for the Saiyan Kingdom. He agreed to the deal and eventually, we just became best friends through the job and each other."
Both Yangcong and Fang knew that they would get raised eyebrows and confused looks from the both of them, since when they tell their stories on how they met each other, people always have the same reactions from it.
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Post by Hale on Jan 11, 2019 23:02:08 GMT -6
While the two across from him laughed hysterically Hale just blinked as if he didn't get the joke. It was a pretty obvious reference, but he didn't know what protein had to do with a convention, or a giant walking cat person. This entire situation had gone in such an odd direction that he couldn't decide what facial expression to use between walking in to meet someone and finding an old Saiyan with mind powers lecturing him, and now there was a giant talking cat nearly as big as his brute form. "I don't even know where to start unpacking that entire story. You the apparently undercover cop Saiyan", pointing to the old man. "And you, some bank robbing feline", pointing to the lion king "Became friends because you tried to rob a bank and...I guess I don't feel so bad about my past now. I feel satisfyingly boring.", giving a sigh and a heavy nod.
Finally he turned to address Ramen as he shook off the thought of the bank robbing cat man. "I get your point about the WTF, and you aren't wrong. I guess from where I was I had a different perspective than what you did, and as I wasn't the one doing the fighting with or against them I missed a lot. I am aware of some of the stronger members, and their deaths, but they have had just as many moments of being opportunists than simply brute force fighters. Though you are still right either way." He fell silent for just a moment, scratching his forehead. "Yeah, I'm used to the glares, and comments. It doesn't annoy me any less. It just gets old being labeled because of some idiots. I'm sure Saiyans get that a lot too, huh old man?", nodding towards Yangcong. "Called brutes, dumb, so on. Probably gets pretty annoying." The old man seemed to go back to the story of cat bank rober, and just like before he was confused, shaking his head some. "I suppose I've heard of stranger reasons for people to become friends. Hell I've heard of stranger reasons for people to become enemies. Who am I to judge?" His entire reason for coming into the shop had been near forgotten in the moment, especially given the current situation and stories being thrown around. Taking a slow sip of his coffee his eyes moved between the three at the table and it almost felt surreal sitting next to the strongest human, a walking cat, and his friend who was an elderly mind speaking Saiyan. "WHAT THE HELL?!", he screamed internally, still quietly sipping his coffee.
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Post by Ramen on Jan 13, 2019 10:54:27 GMT -6
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Whatever curiosity Ramen had about the odd pairing was soon quashed by the man's lengthy story. There was something really peculiar to her about a man so willing to show his hand to strangers: he was here for information, he was some sort of undercover Saiyan operative, and he snatched his best friend through indentured servitude. She found herself nodding along by the time he got near the end of his exposition, more just trying to seem polite than out of any continued interest.
"I'm... not even going to try to figure out all of that. But I guess it's good to know -- there's nothing really wrong with it or anything. But I sort'a didn't expect the Kingdom to really need to employ that kind of civil servant in the same way we do here." She settled back in her chair, giving the older man one last surveying glance. She didn't really have any reason to doubt his honesty at this point, but given how easily he choked up information and how quickly he tried to get others to do the same, she had to guess his best days were behind him. Or maybe Saiyans just made easier marks for this sort of information gathering than the present company.
"They're more like opportunists now," she conceded as she turned her gaze back to Hale. "They abandoned one campaign we fought the minute their leader died and left little more than recruits and low-powered career officers to defend Vegeta. I mean, they probably always played like that, that's just sort of how you have to fight in a war... but now, I think they're even more afraid to take a loss if it means losing a couple strong soldiers."
"Eh," she lifted her shoulder in a casual shrug. "It's probably just that their leadership right now isn't very good. But I'm not going to get into what I know on that front, other than to say that I have the utmost faith that the Kingdom will walk away far superior in that category. One way or another."
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Post by Yangcong on Jan 13, 2019 12:24:37 GMT -6
Yangcong looked to the arcosian with a chuckle as he responded to his comment of becoming friends with the strangest ways possible.
"Yes your right on that. I have heard the strangest friendships that were more stranger than our story."
He then looked to Ramen and with a smile about the Saiyang Kingdom always coming out on top, he nodded and agreed.
"Yes, that is the truth indeed, history tells us that the saiyan kingdom has always come out on top against the WTF. but, thats as far as my knowledge goes. History like that remains up in the air for any to guess on what really happened. If there's any questions that you guys have about the past and how much it has changed, I can try to answer it. Remember, the past is the past, but it can also change the present and future alike."
Fang's stomach began to growl as he whispered to Yangcong's ear. Yangcong sliding him fifty zenis and Fang headed straight to the counter while he excused himself with a smile to the both of them.
"Excuse me."
Fang began to buy so much food, tons of bagels, cream cheese, coffee, tea, pre made sandwiches and within five minutes of waiting, he brought the whole tray of food to the booth, giving the food to everyone to enjoy at the table. Fang was the first to eat, two sandwiches, some cream cheese and bagel with the coffee, he was beginning to become stuff.
"eat and enjoy friends, an empty stomach shouldn't be empty I always say!"
Yangcong grabbing a pre made sandwich and the difference in how they ate was incredibly different. Fang ate like Goku and Yangcong ate like a normal old person eating. It was very slow.
"Sorry for my friend here, he's a real animal when he gets hungry."
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Post by Hale on Jan 13, 2019 21:59:25 GMT -6
He gave a heavy shrug and went to pick up his coffee, grumbling as he noticed the cup empty. Apparently listening to a crazy old Saiyan and his feline companion drove him to drinking, and thankfully it was only coffee in front of him. Flagging down the nearest waitress he asked for more coffee and rolled his neck looking over the three in the meantime. His eyes fell to Ramen, and he couldn't help thinking she wasn't near as intimidating in person than he had expected her to be, but perhaps most of what he had heard were from less social settings. He gave a bit of a wave and nodded towards Yangcong. "No reason to worry about all that. Unlike our well-seasoned friend, I'm not here looking to talk about all of that. Truthfully I'm not sure I even know why I'm here aside from pure curiosity and a good cup of coffee. Saw you by literal sheer happenstance as I was flying in watching you on TV funny enough, and saw you heading over here. Been even more curious to meet you in person after the things I've heard as far as rumors, and then hearing a complete different side from Nashua even if mostly brief."
His eyes tracked the large fellow as he got up, falling mostly quiet as he was more people watching than anything in this situation, finding it somehow awkward to essentially be surrounded by three members of the SK. They weren't exactly enemies, but his opinion of the group on the hole was coming into question more and more lately and with someone as strong among them as Ramen here it did make him nervous still. The old man he wasn't so concerned about, though he wasn't a terrible huge fan of how much he liked to talk and try to get others to talk. "So what do you guys get up to around here? I keep running into more of you SK guys on Earth...I was gonna say you Saiyans but, well you aren't a Saiyan as far as I'm aware, right Ramen?" pausing for just long enough for a response. "Just curious what you guys do for entertainment, if anything, or are you guys so busy you just really don't have time? Between flying to other planets, fighting and so on, you must have to have some impressive ways to blow off steam."
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