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Post by Gita on Jun 19, 2019 13:53:00 GMT -6
Gita had casually folded his arms across his chest and met his back with a nearby pillar of the establishment as he chuckled at the saiyan girl enjoying her little moment and her comment towards the enemies.
"A funny girl you are. You appear harmless but the spirit you have can even bring the wises of men down."
His jaw had slightly dropped, watching her down so many of those drinks. He lifted up his index finger to protest, however, his index finger then bent inward as saying anything would be an immediate fail seeing as how she was downing those drinks and no matter what he said wouldn't change her mind.
Then the conversation between him and Steno was already proceeding.
"I understand what I did wasn't right. But I don't have the means to sense someones power level and I don't have a scouter on me. Perhaps one day I will learn or buy me a scouter...I'm sorry for the way I acted..."
The he looked to the girl still doing her chugging and smirked her way and then looked at Stenos.
"She's quite the charmer huh Steno?" He casually smirked his way and fisted his shoulder playfully and giving a happy smile towards him.
Then when she was done with her fun, she entered the conversation and tossed him a refreshment and after catching it and looking at it. He gulped in nervousness.
"Actually, um, I have never drank alcohol before... we..."
He looked to Steno's and even though he didn't know him and how he did things, Gita and like other namekians that he has known don't really drink the poison that she offers. He awkwardly placed his hand at the back of his head and began scratching nervously.
"I guess its a first time for everything."
He smiled her way at a means to not disrespect her wishes. He then heard her toast and saw what she did with the can. he tried to repeat the process however his hole was too big and he ended up spilling most if not all of it onto himself. Drenched in poison liquid, he quickly did a change of clothes and changed his look into a fresh pair instantly.
"There we go."
he then shook her hand in a respect and then placed his hands onto his hips.
"I guess um, some water would be nice and um, perhaps we can clean this place up and open up for business."
He looked with a stern attitude and then back at Stenos.
"I do believe that we will need each others help in the long run. Steno, I will hold down this fort and making sure that all of the criminals here will be gone from here. Not by killing them of course, but by kicking them out."
He smiled and started to clean up the establishment.
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Post by Casca on Jun 19, 2019 23:06:23 GMT -6
"The ... Volcanic Lands" One Man's Trash With Steno saying he was good and Gita starting to clean, Casca was at a loss for words, pondering as she downed another can. Eyeing the Namekians as she tipped the rest of the beverage back, the Saiyan tossed the empty off the wall somewhere near the trash. We just won right, she thought to herself. Not understanding why the two in question didn’t understand the little victories, especially with ones that hit close to home, should be the most celebrated. Jumping atop the still standing bar, the young woman raised a compressed bottle of water towards Namek’s three suns, easily visible through the patches of missing ceiling tiles. Understanding the devil’s spit this place called alcohol was akin to rat piss, the woman championed a new beverage. Kicking the water tap, the Saiyan hoped to display a greater degree of mastery of the environment, as she calculated she has spent roughly nineteen percent of her life in dumps like these. And it was empty, surely caused by the firefight a moment ago. Not fazed in the least, the Saiyan shook the bottle as if it were champaign. Karate chopping the end of the glass container, Casca’s excitement grew as she would soon shower the Namekians with what they loved the most. Yup, once again nothing happened, thought the young woman to herself as she handed Gita the unexciting water. “ This place could use a new coat of paint,” the young woman said in reference to the wall she was looking at through the square of her fingers. Moving her arm’s back and forth as if focusing a camera, she added, “ and maybe some tunes.” Believing live music was the best music, Casca cracked a new can and poured somewhere the music machine once stood. Touched that it volunteered to catch her when this whole party started, she vowed to stay and see that this place would be graced by some of the best musicians in the galaxy. Jimmy Hirudegarn. Blue Beach Bros. The Bare Naked Androids. Or anybody, actually as she was rather cheap at the moment as she asked Gita if they just inherited a bar. “ Think coming back here,” pausing to grab a broom as she started to sweep up the battlefield. “ Like in a month, seeing this place standing with the lights on. Who do you see inside,” she quested both Namekians. “ Is this place worth saving? I wouldn’t open the doors for less than ten Zeni an hour. And I get to keep all tips. Structures are a cash cow, but with two part owners, I think I can afford it!” Looking up from the cloud of smoke she created as her excitement traveled down her arms into her work, the Saiyan thought maybe, she found her calling. To fix a dump in a town that needs saving. |
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Post by Steno on Jun 20, 2019 16:44:52 GMT -6
A blind man could have spotted from across the room how different Gita and Steno were from the way they acted and reacted in a fairly short amount of time. Gita was able to shake them off fairly easily but Steno was not brought up in such a way that he could do so quite as easily, and the flippant way Gita acted only served to bother him further. He wanted to further scold Gita and tell him that a simple apology wasn't enough and his excuses were no way to talk his way around murdering three people, but he had a feeling it would have fallen on deaf ears and at worst annoyed these two. He simply stood watching as the two seemed in full celebration mode after such a minor act, but again he saw no reason to speak up about it and simply watched as the Saiyan female did as Saiyans stereotypically did, and Gita did whatever a Gita did, even if it was somewhat out of character from what he was directly accustomed to in Namekians he spent time with.
Let's spice things up
Casca continued her victory lap of drinking and celebrating as Gita seemed to feel the need to clean up, but his eyes narrowed as he began to speak again. "Fight me", he suddenly blurted out towards both Casca and Gita, no anger or emotion at all in his voice. He let it hang there for a moment as he eyed them both up then repeated himself louder. "Fight me.", uncrossing his arms and looking between them more intently now trying to gauge a response. "Both of you. At the same time. Right now." It was clear it was less of a request and more of a command, but again he lacked any emotion in his words. "You think you can help me now or in the future; show me. You've got ten seconds before I attack. 10-9-", as he started to count down slowly, staring forward.
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Post by Gita on Jun 20, 2019 17:15:49 GMT -6
Gita grabbed the bottle of water and continued to sweep with his back turned from Steno. He had mentioned the phrase fight me and the way it sounded as if he was serious. Gita didn't brush off his comment, he just held the water bottle in a way where Steno wouldn't notice the sudden transformation of it turning into ten blades.
"I suggest you quit playing around Steno. Can't you see we all are exhausted."
Then he had said it again, unfolding his arms and Gita taking note of this as he went from looking over his shoulder at him to dismissing him entirely.
"I understand that your role as a guardian is important and that-"
He immediately turned and hurled the ten blades straight at Steno's body. Each of those special summoned knives had explosive tags on them and whether he chose to grab them or even dodge them, they would detonate upon getting within his range. As the smoke formed and such, Gita dashes straight at him with the broom in his hand, forming it into a sword and attempting to slice at Stenos body. He had hope the distraction was enough for him to cause some serious damage to the strong bodyguard of Guru.
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Post by Casca on Jun 22, 2019 8:51:25 GMT -6
"Volcanic Lands" Lets Keep Business Outta This “ A nice dojo outback, maybe a library too. I dunno, what do you guys think about the name ‘Outlaws with a Cas’? I like that, with drink specials like ‘Gita’s Gangrene’ and ‘Steno’s Qwerty’,” the young Saiyan said as she was apparently the last to the party. FIGHT ME
“ Endless apps, happy hour, and we will advertise the shit outta the water,” Casca continued as she dreamed of a future of franchising and moving to other worlds to bring the people what the wanted. “ We’d have a grand opening of course,” she said as she continued her daydream back to the fridge, cracking another can and taking a ‘lil swig. “ If any Namekian is having a bad day and decides to split himself in half, free drinks for the new guy, am I right? Guys?" FIGHT ME
Lifting her head from the fridge, Casca asked, “ What?” Not sure if she heard correctly, the Saiyan shut the door and sipped her can some more. In response to Steno initiating a countdown to get this overtime started, the young woman looked to her comrade, Gita for a little help. And he did, mentioning they just had an excursion and maybe some rest and relaxation was what they all needed at the moment. So Casca remained relaxed. Gita launched an arsenal of explosives towards Steno. Casca crushed the can as she was taken by surprise, flabbergasted that these Namekian’s weren’t Saiyans, as they demonstrated a lust for blood sports that was greater than hers. But she did eventually give herself a pass, the young woman thought to herself. Being part Saiyan and Earthling, she thought she was allowed a break from her genetics’ savagery every now and again. The explosive knives that were released by Gita were calibrated to explode on impact. Impacting something, possibly Steno, Casca watched as her work was muddied five minutes after she cleaned it, sigh. “ Fuck it, wait for me,” the Saiyan expressed as she kicked back the rest of her can. Sprinting from her cubbyhole, Casca tossed the can again towards the trash but missed. Closing in on the back of Gita as he amounted a counter-attack with a broo — sword, she lightened her footwork. Hoping it’d be all right, as Gita and her were nowhere near Steno’s power level, if it was a two-v-one scenario. Climbing up the Namekian’s back, placing a final step on Gita’s shoulder, the Saiyan launched herself from the Namekian and into the air. Providing an attack on two fronts, Casca confidently announce, “ If you break it, you buy it,” as she superheated her hands and looked to land a strike from above at the Namekian bodyguard, taking note her and Gita made a good team, a better one if they could get Steno to join the Namekian militia. That’s a good name for a bar, Casca thought to herself as she traveled through that air towards the bodyguard. |
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Post by Steno on Jun 22, 2019 16:53:46 GMT -6
Gita seemed to brush him off at first, but he continued to count down with the full intent to attack one of them if they didn't start the fight. "8-7-", slowing his count, but getting a bit louder to show he was completely serious. Casca seemed no more intent on attacking than Gita did, but still Steno was counting. "3-", and as his tongue touched his teeth Gita moved suddenly, turning to toss what looked like knives or blades towards him, causing Steno to sigh as he counted down. "One." Sliding to the side to grab the nearest table, his flipped it up into the air and kicked it towards the incoming weaponry, backing up as the contact causing the wood to explode and splinter off in every direction. It wasn't the worst attempted attack, nor the worst idea to try and catch him off guard, but doing so alone left Steno with an easy reaction. His eyes glanced to the side as he heard Casca and took took three steps back with narrowed eyes shooting back to Gita rushing him with a broom that he seemed to change into another bladed weapon. This guy really seems to like blades.
His body stood unflinching up until Gita slashed, sliding his left foot back and moving to his his right and Gita's left, using his upper set of arms to push Gita's arms and shove him off in the opposite direction. Steno had shoved Gita towards his right side so he was stepping now in the opposite direction from his push as he watched Casca scaling up Gita like makeshift steps, but instead of of attacking her directly he slid his steps further until he was spun behind Gita. As his upper arms were coming back into place from his shove he took his bottom two and placed them into Gita's lower back, now shoving him a second time but forward, right into the path of where Casca was trying to land before jumping back again, now standing behind where the two had charged. Now to see just how coordinated a team they could be in this situation.
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Post by Gita on Jun 23, 2019 10:12:32 GMT -6
Gita's eyes widen in shock and in anger as Steno had grabbed a nearby table and had hurled it straight at the incoming knives. The explosion happened and he still continued to dash through the heavy smoke, along with getting scrapped by the wooden table splinters that came fast. The cuts were minor but nothing to write home about. Before he could change his weapon into a sword, he felt someone climbing up on his back. He grunted his teeth wondering who the hell would be climbing his back like he was a ladder. His shoulder was pressed on but thankfully it was on the shoulder that didn't have his weapon in. As he swung, Steno was quick to kick his right foot over to Gita's left foot. Gita had now locked down his feet in place, catching his balance and seemingly dropping his sword due to the impact and canceling his slash attack. He grunted his teeth further and before he could, he was now shoved back by the man's hands and he immediately caught his stumble.
Steno was still fast, now being behind Gita and he only had a split second decision. He turned his body and performed a turn around and stepping back as he did it, summoning up a metal kite shield to cause the shove to be minor as both his hands were now planted against the shield instead. The smoke had faded, causing the shield to vanish and Gita now stood in front of Casca as she landed behind him successfully without interruption.
"Pretty fast Steno..."
Gita was quick to hurl his body straight at Steno's and as he charged, he summoned up a large blanket and hurled it straight within arm reach of Steno and hopefully the blanket would be enough of a distraction and blinding him briefly. Gita would then purposely hurl himself backwards and against the ground with his upper back impacting the floor first and summoning up his dual revolvers and unloading a series of bullets over at Steno's and these being infused with ki into them and hoping to strike anywhere on his body.
"Light em up!"
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Post by Casca on Jun 24, 2019 6:05:09 GMT -6
"Volcanic Lands" A rock and a hard place Casca bounded off Gita’s shield, sliding with her momentum across the debris-ridden floor. Clawing to a stop, she drew the charge from her hands and influenced the rest of her body. “ Some quick attack,” the young woman said as she raised a hand behind her from her sprinter’s stance. Like a bullet from a barrel, the Saiyan unloaded her pent up frustration as her legs began the locomotive. Rushing like a mad woman, Casca drew close to the four-armed Namekian as she called to her partner to slow his roll. “ I got his legs, Gita,” she called as they moved in unison towards their business partner. Changing her center of gravity, the Saiyan collapsed to her backside as she slides into the proximity of Steno. “ A little hidden tiger, crouching, Draagggooonn,” she roared with excitement, looking to Gita for support. “ Gittaa?” Gita bailed! “ Fuck,” she exclaimed as she got caught up in his cloak and dagger fake out blanket-out. Careening to the left of the great green wall known to protect the Guru part-time apparently, Casca couldn’t help but think the guy wasn’t taking his job all that seriously, as she smacked into the nearby wall. Pulling the blanket from her face, Casca had a moment before Gita unloaded on the Guru’s bodyguard. Kinda in a lunar eclipse type situation, Gita the sun and Steno … Namek? Casca throws the blanket back over herself as she summoned a domed shield of Ki around her. For one, to hide from fact her bar would be no more. And two, to protect herself from the blitzkrieg Gita rained all around them. If some of those bullets happened to ricochet and hit Steno in the back, which would not be part of her plan, but, could work! For the Saiyan was currently more concerned with saving her own skin during the barrage of gunfire heading their way. |
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Post by Steno on Jun 24, 2019 22:54:02 GMT -6
His plan didn't exactly work as he had hoped, finding both standing and now Gita was holding yet another created tool. His eyes gave a bit of a glare at where the shield had been once it seemed to vanish as quickly as it appeared. "Neat trick." Time for one of my own. Planting his foot he watched the two carefully, and from what he could gather, they weren't the energy sensing types, giving him an idea that drew a grin across his face. This Gita character seemed to have an affinity for distractions and blades, so perhaps it was time to show him how your strengths could become weaknesses if relied upon too heavily. As for Casca, it was hard to tell, but she was certainly aggressive but didn't have any distinct style to her that he could tell yet. The moment Gita started to create another one of his weapons, Steno closed his eyes and transformed just long enough to allow him to move considerably faster, and given the difference in power between where he was and where the other two were, they were unlikely to be able to fully track his movement unless they could sense where he stopped. He wasn't by any means a blur, but given Gita's own blanket tossing distraction, Steno used this to his advantage.
384,000
His plan was to grab a set of nearby chairs and toss them under the blanket to make it look as if he were caught under it motionless, but all that ended up happening was two chairs now sitting back to back where he was standing. The blanket seemed to get caught around Casca as she rushed in, and Steno stood there off to the side watching a bit confused as to what had just happened, his head following her as she smacked into the wall. "Uh?", was the only noise he made as if he were both confused and questioning what just happened all at once. His head turned as Gita rained down a hailstorm of...bullets? Were those just bullets? A hailstorm of bullets into the two poor chairs, tearing them to shreds as Casca ducked back under the blanket. He powered back down as it was unlikely Gita had a chance to react fast enough to see him not there before firing, and at this point Casca wouldn't have seen him simply walking towards her until he was standing right next to her. Reaching down he grabbed the blanket from her and pulled it away, tossing it backwards to land on the abused chairs Gita most certainly took out of the fight. "You okay?", staring down at her with a clearly confused look.
PL back down to base of 96,000
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Post by Gita on Jun 26, 2019 19:29:27 GMT -6
The barrage of bullets that impacted the sheets and now the chairs were clearly overkill. Gita didn't realize that the man had left, nor did he realize the sudden appearance of the chairs. He rose to his feet and poof both of his revolvers away and looked at Casca and Steno who was now side by side. He placed his hand awkwardly behind his head and walked up to her with his eyes closing.
"Sorry about that, didn't realize that I was going over the top with that attack. How's about we call it a day and just relax."
In order to make up for what he had done, he summoned up a giant table filled with food for the saiyan to enjoy and perhaps Steno even though he knew namekians didn't eat.
"Steno, next time we meet. I will be much stronger than before."
posting an exit
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Post by Casca on Jul 4, 2019 11:08:15 GMT -6
"The Outlaw" Diplomacy Matters Casca saw him move, she did! Or at least that’s what she told herself when she used her legs to stand next to the Namekian that bested her and Gita. Dude was stronk! “ Am I okay,” the Saiyan answered a question with another question, pausing until her limbs would stop shaking? “ Sign me up for the reunion, I will be the first in line,” she said as she slapped Steno a hig — medium-five, or –four? She didn’t say it, but Casca thought Steno was a cool dude. If their paths ever crossed again, she’d hope they could leave the fighting behind and just enjoy the sight. Like the one Gita flash fried into existence before them! “ Is that Saba Chops? Tuffle truffles!” The Saiyan said no prayer and that should have been the warning. As if she had never enjoyed a decent meal before, the young woman made her way across the feast, needlessly touching every piece of food if she decided to eat it or not. While her finer motor skills were being used on a much more important matter, she was still aware of the Namekians in the background. Casca couldn’t hear their conversation, but the hungry woman would like to have thought the conversation went something like this … with her doing all the talking. “ Look at us three. People who probably shouldn’t be seen here, doing things like this. But we did and it was a lot of fun.” Taking half a dozen Mazoku-ed Eggs, with all of its Dijon mustard, all of its heavenliness, and shoveling them into her mouth one by one until she eventually continued. “ I know you think we are just three ships, passing one another, aimlessly in the night. Each on our own voyage. Each on our own quest to our own destination. Maybe this mattered, maybe none of this matters. But how we get there, now that’s what matters.” Deciding it would be better for everybody if she just chose and stuck with one dish, the Saiyan greedily choose the caviar from Gemini A. Popping the lid open as if she’d done it before, Casca shot back the aged and cured delicacy in one go. Boy, if she only knew the pain it would cause her later. “ I think we proved it, here, today, a fist can be pretty an effective tool to solve all the galaxy’s problems. But violence shouldn’t be our first bargaining chip when we sit down at the table.” For some reason, the Saiyan thought the shorter Namekian should hear this more than the Guru’s bodyguard, as Gita was the one who brought knives to a gunfight. “ No matter how bad things seem, no matter how dark you think your past is, you can change. And you can come back. If we never cross paths again, I hope you both are a friend to the galaxy. It’s going to need you.” Her soliloquy completed for the day, just as her lunch came back for seconds, Casca dashed through the fourth wall as she covered her mouth to prevent something much worse than words rocketing up from her stomach. Running out of town, the Saiyan pulled off somewhere in the distance as she hurled her brains out. Not all food she saw agreed with her, or so she found out as she whipped the vomit off her face with her sleeve. Needing a change of scenery, the Saiyan headed in the direction of a massive body of water containing a solitary island in the center. Pulling a beverage can out that she pocketed from the party, the Saiyan broke the tab as she went to open it. “ Ugh, why does life have to be some complicated,” she expelled as she chucked the unopened can. Battles were fought over less, Casca thought, kicking the habit as she decided in the mealtime to fish in some thermal vents near the water. She was trying not to be shellfish earlier, she left the Namekians some of the food as just a simple gesture of kindness. Yes, she could have eaten it all, but that was just the kind of person she was. Satisfied to have friends. Kinda. Threadexit. |
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