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Post by Amara on Sept 21, 2019 15:11:52 GMT -6
"What do you mean the repair costs will be over one million zeni!?" Amara's closed fist slammed into the clerical desk before her, sending an icy glare to the cowering worker behind the window. Central City's spaceport wasn't all that busy this time of day, and so the Saiyan woman could afford to take her sweet, sweet time in terrorizing the poor human. "It's a fuc- fricking SPACEPOD, not an intergalactic warship!" Her journey to Earth for... personal reasons had been going relatively smoothly... up until this whole debacle. Amara had come into contact with some debris, and according to the ludicrous bill she had been handed, the ship was heavily damaged and her Blutz Generator was out of order.
Taking a deep breath, she ran a free hand through her hair, taking a step back to try and appease the clerk. "Ok. Fine. I can't just afford that outta my own back pocket, so keep it in extended storage for now. I have a membership card under my name, I think, if it hasn't expired in the last three years." The human sagged in visible relief, nodding and clacking something unto the computer that had equipped behind the booth. Amara turned to leave, before snapping her fingers and wheeling right back around. "One more thing. If I find out you scammed me I'm blasting this entire stupid repair shop to smithereens, consequences be dam- darned."
Of course, she probably wouldn't actually do that. Earth, especially Central City, had gone through some rough crap in the past few months and hosted more than a few super-powerful dudes and dudettes to keep it safe. It was mostly to provoke a reaction of terror from the guy at the counter (which it totally did) and hopefully make sure they knocked off any further shenanigans in regards to their interesting price calculation for a simple ship. She did have the funds for it, but most of her assets were kept in secured accounts scattered across the galaxy, and it'd take time to access them.
Oh well. It's not like she was leaving anytime in the foreseeable future, anyway. The biggest loss was honestly the use of her Blutz Generator and availability to enter Great Ape form. A few (but increasing number of) Saiyans had reached a form known as 'Super Saiyan', but that was way out of her league at her current Power Level and willingness to even care about it. Most people one would need Super Saiyan for wouldn't bother paying attention to just another Saiyan with a power far under the threshold necessary for the legendary form. Or, that's what she hoped.
Amara sighed, wandering about the Spaceport as she considered her next move. Oozaru was her best form of self-defense, and while the general populace of Earth didn't really impress her with their Power Levels, it was better safe than sorry. Her hand rested on the blaster holstered at her right thigh, patting it absentmindedly. The weapon was more useful against people around or below her own strength, but it was comforting to have it. The overmodified laser-gun had been a gift from her old boss, Cellerus, after all.
A stomach rumble snapped the Saiyan from her day dreams, Amara realizing she hadn't ate since she set course for the blue watery ball. Stopping at an open cafeteria with plenty of open spots, she plopped down at the end of a rectangular table with the circular, built-in seats. A few oddball Aliens and some humans were here, eating all kinds of different food, but it was mostly quiet. Rummaging around in some of her belt pouches, Amara popped open a few capsules to reveal her lunch - some kind of alien meat on a green bun, and a can of Hetap Extreme®
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Post by Ronin Sashouka on Sept 23, 2019 7:42:13 GMT -6
All the racket nearby had done more than just show off how awful the spaceport's services truly were; it had caught some attention from one individual in particular. A rather ragged-looking woman dressed from head-to-toe in a sleeping robe. Compared to everyone else, she seemed lethargic and slow, with a tail tucked tightly to her form.
She chewed slow and kept her shade-hidden eyes focused on the new girl... before lowering the lamb mutton from her mouth and glowering.
"Having a tough break?" She set the meat-and-bone down with a grumble. "Being stuck here won't be too bad, I assure you; I've been here so long that I nearly forget what it's like not being on Earth."
The saiyan lass reached into her robe - revealing a rather relaxed set of attire beneath it - and pulled free a small phone.
"I've been here for a few hours just waiting to see if someone actually shows up. My name is Pumsen... expert freeloader."
It didn't phase her nor reflect outwardly that Pumsen saw strength in Amara; rather she grabbed the second mutton from her plate and wrangled it clear of a few other bones, offering it with a small smile. "Consider this a gesture of friendship. I could use someone to talk to me for a bit. Or maybe I could help you out somehow?"
Sashouka PL: 21,000
Pumsen PL: 5,000
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Post by Majin Bloom on Sept 25, 2019 21:50:00 GMT -6
Bloom’s PL: 90,000 | 270,000
Ki Suppression: Active
(Reads as 5)
It had been a long time since Bloom had just taken a day to lounge around some rooftops for a nap and casually steal some food from the passerby while they weren’t looking. Today, she was hanging around a quaint little cafeteria in Central City. After the whole thing with Sensoa, people gave her some odd looks. Well, not that she could blame them with the whole world domination thing that they’d tried. Fortunately, Bloom had brought her ultimate and masterful disguise. A paper bag with two holes punched out for the eyes. Well, that and a jacket. It felt nice to nap bundled in something. Hm. What was that? Something smelled weird. Bloom’s exotic snack sense was tingling. Plus, there was something sweet too. Hetap? Curious, Bloom hopped down from the roof and onto the back of one of the seats at the blue table two Saiyans were sitting at. Bloom gave them a brief wave and then casually stole a piece each from both of their meals. Bloom tilted up the bag so that she could pop them both into her mouth. “Yo… this is good… Did you make it…? Oh, hey, you gonna drink that Hetap…? Wait, what flavor it it…? It’s not one of those weird ones like pickle cherry or whatever is it…?”Bloom had a certain blatant disregard for other people’s food. But that was how it had always been in her house. All the kids fought over food and only the fastest or strongest got fed. Well, got fed first. Her mom always had more food prepared. So, Bloom was no slouch when it came to food wars. Before Amara could even answer, Bloom was reaching for the can to wash down her stolen meal. “I’m not interrupting something, am I…?”
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Post by Amara on Sept 26, 2019 9:01:46 GMT -6
Amara had been just about to start enjoying her short meal reprieve when a voice cut in, the Saiyan's head turning to see another person already eating. She was dressed a bit... oddly for being in a spaceport cafeteria and not something like a hotel cafeteria. And then... introducing yourself as an 'expert freeloader' was also a bit out of the ordinary. Not that it was particularly shocking to Amara, the Saiyan internally sighing as she resigned herself to the fate of 'weird stuff happening' magnet. Putting down the sandwich and drink, she turned her full attention to Pumsen. "Someone to talk to." She repeated. "Sure, why not." It's not like Amara had anything better to be doing.
...Until a white blob with a bag covering its' head descended from above, landing in the midst of this more important conference to swipe their food. Amara's expression twisted into an incredulous one, watching silently as this unfolded. "Go ah-" Annnd they were planning on taking the Hetap too, anyway. "...Right. Excuse me, but who are you?" She asked, thoroughly confused at what was going on. Glancing to Pumsen, the Saiyan gestured at the unknown Majin. "Is this a friend of yours?" The two had somewhat similar mannerisms as far as she could tell, anyway.
Pinching the bridge of her nose, Amara reached into one her pouches to retrieve extra food capsules, which she of course always had prepared. It was usually in case she needed to flee or the food was rotten, though, not because a strange feel from the roof and starting eating the lunch she had already unpacked. Uncapping a similar meal to her first, Amara was sure to keep a close guard on her food this time. "I usually don't mind sharing if people ask." She grumbled.
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Post by Ronin Sashouka on Sept 26, 2019 11:46:13 GMT -6
Despite Pumsen's poor attire, she had bought herself plenty of food; when the stranger sniped one of the last pieces of her mutton, it didn't really phase the saiyan gal much. In fact, it was more that she half-offered the piece of meat to the greedy eater.
"No, she isn't," she sighed, grumbling. "The only friend I have has been missing ever since he ran off a while back. I'd come here following some gossip I saw online about that stupid cloud of his."
She shifted back and finally looked up properly at their intruder, nestling her face in-between her palms and propping herself upright. It was the first time she had seen a majin but not the first time she heard of them. Compared to all the bizarre things she had seen before, it was merely as if looking at a squishier, different-colored earthling. Her tail slipped free and lazily brushed through the waist-length hair, circling it off into thicker strands. It wasn't as if she could hide her power level nor sense that of the others.
"But no, you're not interrupting anything, weirdo. But stealing food isn't a very smart move, you know; you should be ready to pay for it. Like... say... a million zeni?"
Pumsen grinned... but lacked the energy to make it look intimidating. Instead, the saiyan woman lost the spark and turned more depressed than happy. "Or if you're good at finding people who are great at hiding, maybe you can track down this cloud-riding buffoon I lived with." |
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Post by Majin Bloom on Oct 2, 2019 8:16:47 GMT -6
“Name’s Bloom… Majin Bloom…” Bloom gave a little wave and a half assed introduction. Abruptly, Bloom felt a wave of weakness ripple through her body. The arm that was reaching for the Hetap got all drippy before just falling off with a splat onto the table. Not this again. Bloom sighed in aggravation and slid into a seat between the two other ladies while she tried in vain to will her goopy arm to reform itself and reattach. “Yeah, sorry, sorry, lady… Well, not sorry at all really… but…”
Bloom wiggled what was left of her arm at the puddle of herself on the table. This sucked. It had been happening ever since that whole Central City thing. She hadn’t gone back to normal after a nap, so she had forced herself to revert. She was starting to think that had been a really bad idea. Ever since, she’d get hit with waves of weakness like this where parts of her body would just give up and stop working. Really frustrating. Kinda worrying too since she couldn’t generate her full power either. She hadn’t been able to transform again since, and she hadn’t been able to really train all that much. She thought a lot of rest would cure it, but that hadn’t looked like the case. Bloom glanced at the other lady.
“Mm, yeah, no…? I’m a bad guy… so I don’t pay anything except for my property taxes… or something… Mumbo said something about playing for your place legally… Finding your missing buddy sounds like work… can’t you just sense him yourself…? It’s not hard...”
Perking up as feeling started to return to her detached arm, Bloom slowly reformed her arm and flexed her fingers a couple times.
“Sorry about that though… guess I’m sick…? Or something…”
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Post by Amara on Oct 4, 2019 12:55:08 GMT -6
Amara sure how she was supposed to react somebody's arm falling on the table she was seated at, but giving it a light poke was probably not the most courteous thing the Saiyan could've done. Had it been any other species, she may have been a bit more worried. The detachment came right after 'Bloom's' introduction as a Majin, the magical candy people with magical bodies that could probably survive a blast from a neutron star. "At least there isn't any food for it to get into." Amara said dryly, staring at the limb for a moment more before turning her attention back to bloom.
"Does that happen a lot, or...?" The question was left hanging in the air as the Majin sat down officially, joining the duo at the table to make it a trio. "I mean, I guess this takes my mind off things." Like the stupid Spaceport prices. Grrr. It made her angry just thinking about it, and Amara's face reflexively fell into a slight scowl. "Yeah. That's why I was here, to begin with. In the food court, I mean... taking my mind off stuff." And it had been working too! Up until she thought about it again. Which wasn't the fault of either of the people here.
"Are you a real bad guy?" Amara asked dubiously. Not any 'bad guys' would actually say such things aloud in public. "Have you ever caught a good guy, like a real super hero? Or maybe tried a disguise?" That's definitely what villains were about, for sure. Though such questions were temporarily ignored as the Majin said something about being sick. "Oh. Sickness huh?" Dubiously looking at the melty arm, Amara didn't want to give the effort to dispute the claim so she simply shrugged. "Limbs falling off is one hell of a sickness, I gotta say."
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Post by Ronin Sashouka on Oct 5, 2019 13:28:20 GMT -6
Pumsen kept a grumpy air, even amidst the two other women having their own discussion. Admittedly, she had thought of trying to sense or search for Sashouka herself; unlike most, she was a Saiyan who hadn't grown or needed to sense the ki of opponents. Her lifestyle had been entirely different from the common warrior that most of the Kingdom had imprinted into the earthling residents. A shutterbug and more fond of staying indoors, the only reason she had even come to Earth was that whole mess with the World Trade Fleet. But the saiyan's appetite ended watching that cursed wiggling arm and show of detachment.
I feel like I've heard of a species or race like this girl... but this is my first time meeting one. Is she... one of those Namekians or whatever?
Her gaze shifted as the other two seemed to take more of a conversational position for the pair rather than including her. Pumsen sat her elbow on the table and leaned around the Majin to scowl for both to see.
"No, I can't just sense him. I can't do that naturally and I don't own a scouter; besides, Earth is huge so he could be literally anywhere. But living on Earth isn't cheap, either, especially for someone like me who just prefers relaxing and being left alone. If you're sick, wouldn't you understand that? Don't you need to like... buy medicine? Sniping other people's food instead of resting is also probably a poor idea; haven't you been sick before?" |
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Post by Majin Bloom on Oct 9, 2019 9:02:40 GMT -6
“Eh…” Bloom wiggled her hand so-so in response to Amara’s question of whether or not it happened a lot. Seemed like the Saiyan lady had some pretty annoying stuff on her mind. Bloom remembered when she was like that. Bad times. Luckily, she’d had an angry Heran to snap her out of more than one funk. And Mumbo. The original trio. It seemed like they were growing more and more these days. Not that it was bad. She liked Ashi. And Bamboo seemed cool. Bloom snapped back to reality when Amara suggested that she might not be a bad guy.
“Yeah, I’m a bad guy… What, do you not watch the news…?”
Bloom was pretty sure her and her friends’ faces had been plastered everywhere lately. Then again, it had been a while and she had been laying low. Bloom glanced over to the other more ratty looking Saiyan. Man, she couldn’t sense energy? Bloom couldn’t imagine what that was like. She had taught herself how to do it a long time ago. She just shrugged in response to Pumsen’s line of questioning.
“Not really…? Majin don’t get sick, I think… Why not be a drifter…? I did that for a year or two… stole what I needed to get by… wasn’t bad…”
Bloom poked her stomach with a finger.
“Well, except for that one time that lizard landed on me and poked a hole through me… eh, I got a good fight out of it though… if drifting isn’t your thing, what about like… just taking an island in the south…? That’s what I did… had to get a deed to the place after Mumbo nagged me to… but it’s a nice little house…”
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Post by Amara on Oct 12, 2019 10:46:16 GMT -6
"Not really. I just got here, after all. S' why I'm still dressed in this get-up and am deciding to try and eat at the spaceport food court rather than find something better." Well, she probably wouldn't change out of her armor and suit regardless, but... it made a bit easier to simply wave it off as 'she was an alien'. Which was true. As similar as Earthlings and Saiyans were, they had fundamental differences in biology and philosophy (for the most part). "What counts as being a 'bad guy' on this planet, anyway? Some places I go, punching random people is perfectly fine, while other places its illegal. Ridiculous." The Saiyan grumbled.
"Yeah, sensing Energy is like an Earthling thing anyway." Amara commented. "I don't expect many Saiyans to know how to use it. Hence, this ol' thing." She tapped the Scouter. "Not only does it determine energy, but it also makes calls and can order pizza. Truly a revolutionary piece of technology." Popping a capsule, the Saiyan cracked open another can of Hetap and took a long swig. "Well, if you're not sick, looks like your either dying or falling apart from lack of energy." It was probably a bit senseless to say such things aloud, but this version of Amara had yet to really learn to care.
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Post by Ronin Sashouka on Oct 20, 2019 15:42:49 GMT -6
Despite her best intentions, these two were simply far more energetic than the lethargic saiyan was used to being around. One of them was sporadic, talked about how bad she was, and literally falling apart. The other was far more sensible but was a very traditional member of their species. Neither helped her mood and only reminded Pumsen of just how inadequate she felt. Unlike so many others that had come around, she lacked anything more than the fancy fighting moves everyone had. Her growth felt stymied in comparison to even Ronin's, yet they flaunted a few names she recognized that would have been stronger than the martial artist earthling.
"Hm," she grunted, leaning over the table and laying her head down. "Drifting is work. Not to mention I barely can find my way around this planet. I only got here recently and that alone took far longer than I thought it would. At the rate things are going, it's possible that I never find him."
Pumsen looked at Amara's drink a bit jealously; of course, she had a scouter and that fancy capsule technology. Her gaze turned higher, studying the other saiyan for a time before sitting upright and trying her best to appear... semi-prideful with her back straightening and tail tucking politely behind her. It had been how she was told to sit if she was around nobles... except her mother had never figured out that she wasn't going to be the big and important warrior everyone in her family wanted her to be.
"... And as great as a scouter might be, it'd be pointless to have something like that when you're as weak as I am. Who would I even fight? Regular earthlings are too simple to even act like I feel that fighting pride junk..." |
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Post by Majin Bloom on Oct 30, 2019 7:19:42 GMT -6
“Mm… I guess you have a point…” Bloom conceded that an alien might not know about her relative evil doings. The excuse that she was just an Earthling with her head in the ground was also acceptable. Bloom wasn’t too critical. After all, she had missed the fact that her hometown had been blown up by the same people that she had recently joined. Man, life was funny some ways. She glanced over to Amara when she asked what stuff she had to do to be considered a bad guy. Mm. Punching random people probably wouldn’t score her points with the good guys around here. “Yeah… maybe don’t punch random people here… or do… I don’t care… Up to you…”
Turning her attention to the whiny lazy Pumsen, Bloom tried to decide whether or not she liked the Saiyan. On the one hand, they were a lot alike. On the other hand, they were a lot alike. Is this how she looked to other people? Huh. Fascinating. “I mean… it’s not that much work… but I guess you Saiyans and non bubblegum people don’t have as much resistance to the elements as a majin…” Bloom glanced over to Amara as she mentioned that Ki sensing was more of an Earthling thing. Huh. Interesting. She hadn’t known that. It was a handy skill though. Apparently, most people used scouters to get by. Go figure. She perked up at the mention of it ordering pizza. It might be worth getting just for that. But even then, you usually had to have money, right? She had a little left over from tournament winnings, but she didn’t want to blow it all on pizza.
“Mm.. that doesn’t sound good… Energy dying or falling apart…”
Oh, hey, she had feeling in her arm again. Bloom quickly zorped it back onto her body and flexed her fingers a few times. Nice. Back to normal for now. Bloom glanced over to Pumsen as she spoke up about a scouter. Man, she was just a downer, wasn’t she? Her energy was better than Bloom’s had been when she started fighting. Really, she just wasn’t trying if she couldn’t find anyone to fight. Bloom waggled a spoon at her.
“Ya know… I was about as strong as you when I started fighting for real… I’m way stronger now… You just have to work at it, you know...? Get your face pounded in a few dozen times…”
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