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Post by Ghost Banzo on Feb 15, 2018 9:35:23 GMT -6
Mal Asada PL: 10,167 In a relatively large, old-style pub in Satan City, a rumpus was going on.
A band was playing on the stage, and people on the pub floor were lifting glasses and singing along. Up on the stage, a large Saiyan man was roaring out vocals into a microphone, having requested the very song playing. "CAUSE WE ARE HERE, TO DRINK YOUR BEER!" The people down below yelled along as he sang, some better than others. Majins, Saiyans, Aliens, Demons, Zoans, and any race you cared to name could be seen somewhere, laughing and singing, or simply chatting in booths. Banzo had finally gotten to a money changer, and decided to make use of the new cash in the best way possible. He was one of the first into the pub, the "Blitzing Brenchian", and had begun sampling Earth's boozes with gusto. From there, he had begun chatting with various other regulars, and when the band came in, the cheerful Saiyan had decided to liven things up. He had only had 5 or 6 drinks over the past 3 hours, wanting to savor the initial ones. The heavy drinking of beer could wait until he had a few glasses of the old spiced rum the Brenchian bartender had recommended. He had gone up to the leader, and requested a song. After a quick review, they had agreed. It had proven popular, and the second time around, he had started singing along. Things kind of snowballed from there, and now he was up on stage, pumping his fist and yelling "DRINK! DRINK! DRINK!" as the crowd raised pints, flagons, bottles and more in response. As the song wound up, Banzo hopped off the stage and walked back towards the table he was at, grabbing the half-full glass and tipping it back. With mighty gulps, he emptied it, before exhaling and laughing uproariously. "BWAHAHAHAHAHA. THA'S SOME GOOD STUFF." Slamming the metal-bottomed flagon back on the table, he looked around. "Looks like I picked the right place! I'm enjoying the hell out of this." One of the other people at his table, a human named Donatz, grinned and lifted his stein. "Sounds like it, then. First time on Earth? You're a merc, from the looks of it?" Banzo nodded, casting his eyes at the menu and trying to decide what to have next. "Aye, it is. Although to be honest, I'm a little disappointed. I was looking to find someone who could outdrink me, and you lot don't seem likely to be doing that any time soon" He got a number of jeers and thrown beer mats from the people around him as he said that. Chuckling, Banzo headed up to the bar again.
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Post by Mal Asada on Feb 17, 2018 22:56:24 GMT -6
Mal found the din of this bar particularly comforting tonight. She had a fight, a well matched fight, and while she liked how it went down well enough she came here to lick her wounds. Half the time she found herself in places like this one she got kicked out for brawling, the other half she just sat quietly planning her next job or waiting for some intel to come through. She hadn’t decided which sort of visit this might be. Looking over at the rambunctious Saiyan singing a tune over the Karaoke system, Mal smiled and took another sip of her own beer. Well, she would have, only the tankard was empty. The smile turned upside down and she upended it, the last few drops falling into her waiting mouth before Mal signaled the bartender for a refill. “Keep ‘em coming,” she said, and he dutifully filled her cup to the brim. As small as she was, a lot of people underestimated her. As a young woman, short, petite, Male often had to keep up against the guys who all had at least a foot on her and a hundred pounds, give or take a little. And so she trained hard every day of her life to become the best in her field. Bounty Hunting was one of them, and it definitely took its toll on her, along with some other stuff. The guy from before let out a hearty laugh that got Mal’s attention, talking about how he wanted a real drinking competition. With a flourish, Mal slipped a note that said ‘I’ll take that wager,’ under his drink while it was on the bar. Ghost Banzo Thread PL: 11,000
Sorry for the delay.
Sleight of Hand [UT1] As a thief, Mal's particularly stealthy and can pick a pocket/nick some food (or leave something to be found later) without someone knowing. She can also easily hide things in plain sight or her many pockets. This is mostly fluff and if a person really wants to catch her and thinks their character would notice, that's fine. |
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Post by Ghost Banzo on Feb 20, 2018 13:53:26 GMT -6
As Banzo picked up his next drink, he noted that it appeared to have a note under it, and the corner of his eyes JUST caught a slight movement. Turning, he examined the woman next to him, taking a speculative sip. "So, ya think you can match me in the game of drinking, then? Well, let's see how it goes, huh?" Draining his shot, he placed it back on the bar, and laughed heartily. "Heh. Well well. You're an unusually strong one, arentcha?"
In fact, she was about the same area as he was, although a little stronger. Interesting, interesting indeed. Although he still had Oozaru, but it seemed as though he had some catching up to do. He really had become complacent, hadn't he? Turning to the bar, he raised a hand. "Two glasses of that mead ya gave me before, mate!" Turning back to Mal, he extended a hand. "Name's Banzo. Privateer, currently on earth to deal with the World Trade Fuck's that are gonna be showing up soon enough. And yerself?"
His interest had been aroused, admittedly. She was strong, she was a drinker, and she clearly wasn't one to back down from a challenge. All traits he definitely approved of. Yes.... she'd be a great ally in staving off the invasion. Also, she was fairly attractive, and from the tattoo and other garb, he was giving even odds on her being in a similar line of work to his own. Still, any potential flirting could wait until more important business had been taken care of. Specifically, the drinking contest that was now officially about to go down. Grabbing his mug, he grinned at her and handed her the other. "Bottom's up, lass!" With that, he tilted it back, and took a long swig, then another, before exhaling and taking a third.
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Post by Mal Asada on Feb 20, 2018 20:23:03 GMT -6
Mal watched as he found the note and then her. Unusually strong? The same might be said of him, if she thought of herself as unusually strong, of course. Honestly, Mal just knew herself to be unusual in general, so it might very well be true. Her blue and pink hair, the tattoo on her shoulder and loudly colored clothes helped make her unusual in other people’s eyes. Sometimes it worked to her advantage, sometimes not. “And you’re unusually perceptive,” she smiled and raised her pitifully empty mug. It felt refreshing to get caught at her tricks now and then. “You passed the first test.”
She joked, of course, and hoped he didn’t find offense at her jest. It was all fun and games until someone took offense, and then it might just get all awkward and stupid and weird. Mal hated that part and never felt particularly good at all this social mumbo jumbo. Honestly, the girl would have settled for ‘not horrible,’ she didn’t have to be good at it or anything like that.
Sometimes that felt like her motto: Just don’t be horrible at something and maybe, just maybe, you’ll scrape by.
Mal bared teeth in a smile, the scar through her upper left lip making it a lopsided one, she shook his hand. Tight enough to prove she meant business, but not too tight to escalate anything and make this some sort of pissing contest.
Being a Bounty Hunter meant she had to be top of her game and, well, being a short, petite female made that harder when most of the bad guys had at least a foot on her and typically a minimum of a hundred pounds, give or take. “I’m Mal, Bounty Hunter, here for the booze. Well, I’m also here to give those Arcosians a good kick where the sun don’t shine, not that that frozen bunch knows much about that, of course.”
Taking the mug from him, she raised it in a bit of a salute. Like the firm handshake, it was meant to show respect for the competition. “Bottom’s up, indeed, Banzo,” she said, glad to find some form of a good time in this perilous pit of blood, flesh, and booze. She felt him well met, although she reserved the right to change that opinion once they got good and proper drunk.
The day, as they say, was definitely looking up. Raising the cup to her lips she drank deep.
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Post by Ghost Banzo on Feb 22, 2018 5:41:54 GMT -6
Heh. Well well, she certainly was measuring up so far. He'd almost think she was a Saiyan from that response. Well, to be fair, he didn't actually recall meeting many humans. Terryn had been similar to Nashua, a bit nervous but ultimately a fairly competent fighter in the making. Maybe they were pretty similar to Saiyans? At least the ones who actually trained as fighters. Most of the random people on the street didn't seem quite as full of fire. "Well, glad I passed. Last time I took a test was my CPA exam, was worried I'd gotten a bit rusty."
She gave him a smile, quite a nice one too. She even had a scar on her lip. The hair meant she wasn't a Saiyan, but maybe a hybrid like him? Color him impressed either way, so far.
Exhaling, he lowered his half-full mug, and considered her for a second. "Mal, nice ta meetcha. Suppose we're in the same business for the moment then. Ah well, saves me givin' the whole recruiting pitch at the moment. More people that are gonna be fighting back when those frozen fuckwads show up, the better." He gave a nod and raised his mug in response to her salute, although admittedly a bit late, and tipped it back again. A few long gulps later, and the large stein was empty. Already, the bartender was picking up two more steins with foam dripping down the side, clearly fully aware of how this was going. Holding one handle-out for Mal, Banzo tilted the other into his mouth, his first glass upside down next to him.
A rivulet of booze ran down the corner of his mouth as he kept drinking. Rather than gulping fast, he was drinking slowly but steadily now, a constant long sip that ended with his head almost entirely bent backwards, and a foamy but empty mug. Letting out a long sigh of contentment, the Saiyan mercenary turned and grinned to Mal. "Damn, that's definitely a good opening. Gotta say, I like this bar's brew."
A small crowd had begun to gather around now, people turning in their seats to watch. Seemingly out of nowhere, a blackboard had appeared over the bar, and the bartender was calmly writing odds, bets, and other information on it as people began holding up Zeni. It was pretty even at the moment, although some clearly compulsive gamblers were offering higher odds on one or the other.
"Heh. Well, I say Bar, but it seems to have turned into a bit of an arena at the moment."
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Post by Mal Asada on Feb 22, 2018 20:05:16 GMT -6
She decided she liked this guy. No-nonsense, right to the point, reminded Mal of, well, herself. While Mal really had no idea if she could outdrink the Saiyan, she wouldn’t let that show, or stop her, for that matter. No, she intended to see this through for better or worse - probably worse in the long run - and damn be the consequences of her actions. Life was just too damn short to waste playing nice or coloring within the lines.
Mal wasn’t a Saiyan, but she lived on Vegeta, or at least she did until she couldn’t get back there anymore because of the stupid Arcosian blockade. World Trade Fools, they were going down. She finished her drink just about when Banzo did, flipping it down and wiping some drizzle from her chin with her other hand.
Taking the new brew from her new drinking buddy, she looked around at his words. She had a feeling the two of them would get along just fine, whether in or out of the bar. “It’s good to meet like-minded people,” she said, a bit belatedly. As folks waged on their little show, she let out a low, soft chuckle. Part of her wanted to just keep pace with the Saiyan, at least for a while, let the wages boil and build. Then, whoever won or lost, either won or lost big. Petty of her? Maybe. But then again, she felt particularly petty tonight. While the mead had a sticky, sweet taste to it, the smell of this new one raised her hopes that the drink here would be better. Actual ale beat mead any day of the week for her.
“Let’s give them a run for their money, make them earn it, fret over each and every bet…” she met his eyes. As a small, petite, human woman, she probably looked the underdog, but Mal was no stranger to the more nefarious and seedy underbellies of a city. It’s where she got sixty percent of her information, Authorities never played nice, so two percent was on them and the rest fell to Mal, herself, and either her gut instinct or relentless ability to get people to talk. Favors owed or paid, Mal always got her way. And with no further words, she didn’t so much as chug as drink just as steadily as before. It wasn’t a race...yet.
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Post by Mal Asada on Feb 26, 2018 13:03:07 GMT -6
Sorry for this, feels rude but see my PM.
With a sigh, Mal tossed Banzo another note with a way to reach her. "Unfortunately, I gotta go," she tapped her now blinking scouter. "Work calls." And with that, she headed out.
Exiting Thread
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