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Post by Xanathrozza Guar on Jun 10, 2019 21:45:40 GMT -6
The Drunkard’s Walk Xana 32,000 PL
Stretched out under a tree with a nearly empty bottle of scotch in hand, laid a Saiyan Engineer, enjoying the beauty of Namek’s nature. With hours of time to kill and real direction of where to go, Xana decided to spent a peaceful afternoon doing what she did best: absolutely nothing. Before she had come to Namek, Xana made sure to pack a few alcohol capsules in addition to all of the normal things. One must never forget the essentials, after all.
Xana was fighting sleep by going through her new strategy as to how to find Nashua and Vocado, as well as retracing the steps to find the old base. First on the list was to send a message out to Nashua to check on her location, an obvious step from the get go. Then, afterwards, she would ask Nashua to take her to Vocado, where Xana will offer him a drink and a chat. After than, Xana will focus on some hardcore training, where she’ll toughen up her muscles, and more importantly, her ki. After that, she’ll have plenty enough power to channel the into Chapron. It was an unlikely strategy, but it was one that needed to be tested.
Taking another swig from her bottle, the Engineer sighed. “Dammit, I should’ve gone to Earth…” The Saiyaness grumbled, inching up her body to a far more proper position. Her spare hand went to her eye and rubbed it, while her other flicked around from place to place, looking for something to do. While Namek was beautiful and calm most of the time, there was nothing to do. Ever. It was the biggest downside to the farm lifestyle these people committed to. No technology to work on except things she brought herself. What a mad idea she had, thinking she could come here to find an idea for a device that would bring back funding to recover her business. The way things were going, though, that’d take a very long time.
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Post by Aisise on Jun 10, 2019 22:57:50 GMT -6
Maybe it was her optimism which had caused her to assume that this hunt was going to magically fall in place and turn out great. So far the situation seemed great considering the various other ways it could go, from what Casca said most of the people who were searching for banded together, and she hadn't heard or seen any sign of the General and him. Immediately, her mood fell at the thought of him. Her face twisted into a frown, and she arrived at an abrupt halt. The pain of the loss was still fresh, especially when aside from those on this planet, Aisise was the only one from Konats that knew the truth of what had happened to him. Her mind began to fill with a number of if scenarios. What if she had arrived back home earlier? What if she had decided to accompany him? What if...
I have to stop. Aisise told herself, catching herself before this could continue. She couldn't let it hold her back, especially when the opportunity to bring him back was right in front of her. However, maybe it was wise to take a break. She had been searching restlessly since obtaining news of his death. She swooped down to the plains below her, where a cluster of trees littered the earth. Immediately, she noticed a power level on her scouter, one that was small compared to some of those that she had encountered but higher than her own. Perhaps she should investigate. Upon going down even further, she noticed a woman with a bottle of alcohol at hand. Was she some sort of Earthling or perhaps a tailless saiyan, she couldn't tell. "Well, I did hear Earth is pretty but I've never been there before." Aisise spoke, approaching the woman. "Still, Namek isn't terrible either. Much greener than my home planet."
Regardless of her response, Aisise would sit cross legged in front of her, leaning onto a nearby tree. "I see you like to drink," she commented eyeing the bottle of scotch she held. "You like to do it for fun or is it to hide something?" She asked, "and I was wondering if you could spare me one. I don't have much cash, but good gods above I need a drink." Aisise said, rubbing her temples together. After all the things that happened these past days, a drink would be much well appreciated.
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Post by Xanathrozza Guar on Jul 10, 2019 14:17:24 GMT -6
The Drunkard’s Walk Xana 32,000 PL
That familiar beep from the scouter went off. Someone was nearby. Xana knew that she should be concerned for anything that shows up, especially that could wipe her from the face of the planet, but to the Engineer, she didn’t really care anymore. Her eyes floated around the plains for a while, eventually settling on a Konatsian lady who was approaching rather calmly. Apparently her hearing was stellar, for when she approached, she made a comment on Xana’s whisper.
The Engineer rubbed her eyes and leaned on the tree behind her. “Uh huh…” She muttered to the lady’s comment on the planets, too lost in her own thoughts to fully comprehend what she had said. The Saiyaness placed her hands behind her, reaching for a bottle of whiskey. When the glass touched her hand, she grabbed it by the neck and threw the small bottle at the lady, not forcefully as if to attack, but as if predicting her desire to drink and offering it rather abruptly. “So what are you? Konatsian?” Xana groaned, flattening her back to the tree. “You’re cute, but the scouter says you have power, so I take it you’re actually a fighter. Not the run of the mill ten-power-or-below type, but some were actually in the thousands?”
Xana gripped the grass below her and tried to tone out the drowsiness in her. She had been under this tree for nearly five hours now, taking on and off nap, drinking in between to help her course herself off from thinking. Her insides felt dry and she would need to get up soon anyways to get water in her system, but until her body regained its ability to feel again, she was stuck unable to move. “If you’re with the fleet, you might as well just go ahead and end me here. Nothing I can do about it anyway.”
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Xanathrozza Guar
