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Post by Majin Bloom on Feb 4, 2019 15:35:50 GMT -6
Bloom’s PL: 32,000 | 96,000
Ki Suppression: Active
(Reads as 5)
This was a very posh restaurant to stay the least. When Bloom tended to nick food, it was from roadside stands or from the people enjoying it at like amusement parks or beaches or wherever there was another event to distract people from their food. Stealing food from the patrons of restaurants equates to a high stakes heist for her. She had even gone so far as to draw up a plan. A poorly drawn plan but a plan nonetheless. It consisted of a drawing of her shoveling plates into her mouth at high speed and then disposing of the evidence in the sink. It was foolproof. Bloom stood outside of the restaurant on one of the benches for waiting customers. She didn’t exactly look the part of the clientele, so she was trying to appear inconspicuous by waiting outside. She still got some odd looks though. Once it had gotten busy enough for this to be worth her time and effort, she made her move. While people held the doors open for another, she darted inside at her top speed, invisibly snatching plates off tables and gobbling them down. Escaping from the slowly erupting confusion by the restrooms, Bloom paused only a moment until patrons started shouting their shock or displeasure. Staff poured from the kitchen. Bloom hurriedly slipped inside and stopped off by a sink, dropping the plates into it carefully. Oof. Why did fancy places serve so few portions? That was hardly a snack. Suddenly, a certain smell caught her attention. Hm. That smelled good. And...not like vegetables. Peeking out of the kitchen, Bloom spied a room of the restaurant that she missed on the first pass. There was a man sitting at the table. Ah, a saiyan. She could just make out his tail from here. His power was nothing to sniff at either. But...when had that ever stopped her before? Eyes gleaming with hunger and mischief, Bloom dashed out of the kitchen to make her final theft of the night. A white hand shot out to grab the delicious smelling food right off the plate and shove it into her mouth.
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Post by Kalaboo on Feb 5, 2019 19:08:53 GMT -6
Why exactly was Kalabas so partial to ‘The Crag’? For starters it was one of the few restaurants on Earth that had stayed true to its saiyan roots, the cuisine was aggressively Vegetan. The same happened with the clientele - by and large made up only of saiyans, most of them as pure-blooded as they come - as was the case with its most distinguished guest, the Duke of Strongbone himself. Kalabas was something of a regular sight, he always sat by the corner, sometimes accompanied by a translucent madame although he often dined alone, invariably savoring his dozen-course dinners early in the evening. He wasn’t an awfully picky eater, but you’d be hard-pressed to find a more discriminate drinker, but for the good fortune of all involved he really wasn’t the sort to spit wine and break bottles, unlike certain others savages... Said savages liked him. Not only was he strong enough to beat them all up in the time it took him to sip a spoonful of groundnut soup through his lips, his presence alone brought airs of haute culture thought impossible to a restaurant called ‘The Crag’.
Kalabas returned from the bathroom - for the sole purpose of washing his hands before eating and checking if there were drugs stashed somewhere in there - to find his beloved restaurant in disarray. Most of the tables were emptied of food, plates and cutlery were everywhere but in their right places, clients and waiters were on the ground, having tripped or been pushed by a zooming white blur... “Majin.” mumbled the fearsome Duke, rushing to the VIP room and sitting at his yet to be ravaged table. So, the majin thought she would get to eat the finest dish in all of Earth? Well, she was wrong. With a fine twist of the spoon Kalabas scooped the snail meat out of the conch and slurped it whole, then smacking the reaching white hand as he locked his eyes on the thief’s. “Mptentgush-!!!” he pushed the goop down his throat, gasping a little “Ach, pardon me, I need water…” Holding out one finger that signaled pause, Kalabas poured himself a glass and another for the majin, used as he was to being polite. Noticing what he had done he sighed and downed the second glass, dropping the finger of peace.
Immediately and loudly, the dispute was resumed. “Daft punk, have you got any idea how much a tuffle snail costs? You must be brought to justice!” He noticed his glass was empty. Again he grabbed the pitcher and served himself and then Bloom… “Damn it all!”
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Post by Majin Bloom on Feb 17, 2019 20:31:37 GMT -6
What Bloom hadn’t been expecting was for her hand to get smacked away from the food. It stunned her so much that she stopped dead in her tracks to stare at the indignant saiyan who had done the deed. He looked like most of the monkey people. Black hair. Tail. But this guy had an air of… of… I’m better than you attitude that sort of rubbed Bloom the wrong way. She watched with a dull stare as he filled her up a cup of water and then downed it himself. What was the point of that?
Just as she thought that she might be able to excuse herself, he started shouting in her face. Bloom grimaced. She did not know how much a tuffle snail cost in fact. And she didn’t particularly want to find that out either. She watched him dryly as he served himself another glass of water and her another glass. He seemed a little at war with himself. Bloom snatched the glass off the table before the guy could drink himself into a bladder problem.
“Can’t say I do… Thanks for the water though…”
Downing the water, Bloom set the glass back down and beat her chest once or twice. Speed eating always messed her up a little. She needed some time for her food to settle down. Probably best to cut her losses here before this guy decided to get even more uppity. He wasn’t a pushover. What would be the best way to distract this kind of person… Ah! Bloom pointed to his chest.
“You’ve got some… you know… on your chest...”
As soon as he bothered to look down, Bloom would make her escape. She’d do that even if he didn’t. She really didn’t want to spend the night in jail. The food there was pretty bad. She did get a lot of napping done after she had dealt with the cell mates though. Still, it was more trouble than she wanted to deal with at the moment. So it was best if she just dined and dashed with only this guy the wiser.
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Post by Kalaboo on Feb 18, 2019 9:15:05 GMT -6
Kalabas was had some sleight of hands, but Bloom was no slouch either. Before he could even think of taking the glass to his lips the majin had already pilfered the drink! She beat her chest, with the clear intent of mocking saiyankind and its great ape transformation, and tried to distract the Duke. “Oh, do I truly?” he replied coyly, fingertip hovering over the part of his cuirass so thoughtfully pointed at by Bloom “Well, you have something on your face.” From under the table a red robotic arm emerged, fist rocketing off to wipe her lower jaw clean off. The majin was fast, too fast, and the projectile toppled the statue behind her. The statue brought the chandelier with it, which shattered Kalabas’ table, sprinkling ranch dressing all over his clothes. This will be hell to clean! Growling in frustration the saiyan chased after the majin.
The two white blobs kept running and running, seemingly without direction or objective other than outspeed the other. As always the Duke had a plan, he was directing Bloom away from the streets packed with cars and people, in an attempt to minimize collateral damage should he need to fight for real. After all, he was chasing some starving vagrant, not a fleetman general whose downfall would the worth the razing of the entire city and beyond.
Soon there were no more roads and streets to terrorize with their speedy passing, the two warriors were at the end of a collapsed railway tunnel, surrounded by crates and drills and charging automatons, illuminated by flickering yellow lights which reflected on the puddles of gasoline and rain water. The stench of the place was dizzying to Kalabas, but he doubted if it could even bother the noseless troublemaker. “I tire of this nonsense, majin. What sort of fool are you, to attempt to steal a saiyan’s food?” The crusting sauce that coated the noble was oddly fluorescent in the dim lights, he appeared to be some sort of ghost, scowling and ill-avenged.
“I will pummel you until I get my satisfaction or you pass out… Whichever comes last. And then, to the borstal you go.”
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