Maki the Grappler
Rising Soul
PL: 27,000
Intense Struggle (x2T)
Tag: @jamesincarnate
Posts: 68
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Post by Maki the Grappler on Sept 29, 2019 19:42:13 GMT -6
Maki had gone far since his initial battle against a true opponent. His power level had increased many times over, and his skill in combat outclassed many more foes. Even with this change in strength, he lacked some of the fundamental techniques used by martial artists. The ability to sense ki seemed ungraspable for the time being, and suppressing his own power was also a struggle. There was also the matter of raw power. Even after his training, he was no where near the Saiyan he met before. The woman dwarfed him, and everything he had faced so far. That was power he intended to attain, if not for himself then for his vendetta.
Without anyone else to learn from or train with, he was out of options. A mercenary like the woman he met probably wouldn’t be interested in training him, unless compensation was involved. However, he possessed little money of his own. If he wanted to see her again, he’d need a plan to draw her out. It wouldn’t take the earthling too long to find a classic wanted poster. It featured a human criminal with a handle bar mustache, his name was Calhoun Maguffin! A notorious outlaw with a ten thousand Zeni bounty on his head. This might be a worthy target, worthy enough to get a mercenary’s attention anyhow.
Picking up his cell phone, Maki would dial the number the woman had left him previously. It was for a scouter, but hopefully his phone would be enough. If the line was answered, he would quickly begin with: “Hey uhh... well I never got your name, but I was calling about something you might be interested in on earth. Some bandit has racked up a ten thousand zeni bounty, and I though you would be perfect for the job. I’ll, of course, help out if you are in fact interested...” the earthling would cross his fingers in anticipation for the woman’s response.
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Post by Amara on Sept 29, 2019 20:58:12 GMT -6
Thread PL: 55,000 | Items: Scouter, Spacepod, Blutz
"Two hundred and fifty thousand Zeni." The proclamation slid from the Alien's bug-like mandible, compound eyes twitching as it stared at the Saiyan before it. It slid a thin stack of bills unto the table, a smug expression hidden before the odd facial structure it boasted. "Six thousand if you land it on the top." Amara considered the offer, eyebrows narrowed and hands folded as she assessed the situation. "Five and ten raised." She countered. The Alien hissed slightly, jaws snapping shut and wrenching themselves open in quick succession, almost like a laugh. "Yesss, fine. You have a deal, Saiyan." Now was her time to strike.
Quick as lightning, Amara's fingertips brushed the tip of her chosen tool, and with a flick of her wrist sent it flying into the air. Circling several times, it started to plummet - both pairs of eyes watching closely. Then... it landed. "Hah! Top! Pay-" And then, the water bottle promptly fell onto its' side. "-Up." Amara glared at the hydrogen-oxygen vessel as if it had personally offended her. "I call cheats! ...But I'll pay." The bug hissed pleasantly, slapping a clawed hand on the table. "Sksksk. So close, Ms. Saiyan. Better luck next time."
Reluctantly, Amara shelled out the cash - slapping the stack of paper currency upon the table. Admittedly, it wasn't much money. She'd made upwards of a million Zeni a pop on certain jobs, but she had a nest egg that the Saiyan had sworn off from breaking into when she wanted some basic shit. Earning normal cash and actually budgeting would be her gameplan. It was then that her Scouter beeped in alarm, signaling an incoming call. Not many people actually had her number, so she figured it was probably important. Slinging the device over her head, she tapped a button to accept the incoming communication.
"Yo." She answered, leaning against the wall of the spaceport she was situated in. Blinking, Amara didn't recognize the voice on the other end at first. Lips forming words, it suddenly hit her. "Oh hey, you're that kid from the other day. Yeah, the name's Amara. Guess we never really exchanged names after the whole 'spar' thing." Pausing to wave at an acquaintance passing-by, she missed a bit of Maki's sentence. "Whazzat? Ten thousand Zeni bounty on a guy?" Normally it wouldn't be worth her time, but luckily for her human caller... "Sure, I guess. Have nothing better to do. Lemme know where you are and we can meet up."
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Maki the Grappler
Rising Soul
PL: 27,000
Intense Struggle (x2T)
Tag: @jamesincarnate
Posts: 68
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Post by Maki the Grappler on Sept 29, 2019 22:39:38 GMT -6
The earthling would put on a huge smile as his call was actually answered, and would soon learn the woman's name to be Amara. "Okay Amara, I'm Maki by the way. I can meet you in South City if you'd like. It's kinda my home town..." The grappler would be getting excited at the prospect of hunting a bounty with the woman. Being the strongest person he knew, getting her assistance with training would be essential for furthering his own strength. Moving up in the martial arts would was nearly impossible without a teacher or training partner after all.
The city was mostly quiet with a few people coming and going. It was what one could call an average day in South City. On this particular day however, the earthling would be attempting to hunt down a bandit. It was an easy enough task, especially if he had assistance. Deciding to survey the area, and create a meeting point , Maki would jump to the top of the highest skyscraper in town. He wouldn't see his saiyan ally anywhere just yet, but he had only called her a few minutes ago. Given the cloudy skies of the particular day, the man they were after could be anywhere. Though he had no experience tracking crooks, or the ability to sense energy, he could still read a basic description of the suspect.
From the sketch, it appeared they were looking for a tall muscular fellow with a handlebar mustache and evil grin. The ad mentions the suspect is wanted for twenty-three different accounts of theft, and three accounts of murder. Whoever this guy way, he clearly had a record. There was also something listed about him possibly leading a gang of thugs. As much as the earthling wanted to stop this sick bastard, he also needed to remember the actual reason why he called Amara in the first place. He wanted to set up a situation where she would be willing to train him. Maybe if he could prove to be a valuable ally, that would be enough. If he was lucky, maybe he would pick up a few tricks after their hunt!
"Man, I hope she shows up soon. I don't even know how to start! Where does a guy like this hang out?" The teen would begin pacing around the top of the building. Every now and then, he would tilt the paper to the side, trying to see if he recognized the man in the sketch. This would always be to no avail, but he doubted the man would be publicly showing his face anyhow...
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Post by Amara on Sept 30, 2019 9:08:49 GMT -6
"Maki, eh?" Amara said distractedly, stretched out across the seat of her Spacepod as it putted along towards South City. Steams of data flowed through translucent green screens, the Saiyan's eyes flicking between them mindlessly as she passed the time. Normally, she'd be taking jobs a bit more... seriously, but as things were. the mercenary wasn't all that perturbed. The bounty was pennies in comparison to the stuff she usually did, and payout amounted to the difficulty in successful subduing the target. She'd be surprised if the guy was even as tough as Hobar had been last time she had swung by the Southern Tropics.
She wasn't blind to Maki's ploy either. After all, she's the one who had given him her number in the first place. If it anything like last time, he'd want to either spar again or tag along to see her in action. Which was alright. He was far less annoying than most other Earthlings and had at least a semi-reasonable head on his shoulders. Though, if he wanted something like that she'd expected him to be a bit more direct instead of telling about a bounty instead. Mayhaps he hoped to enticed her beforehand before springing the request on her? Most likely. Amara belched, crushing a now empty can of Hetap against her forehead before tossing into a trashbag situated in the cargo compartment.
Approaching the city limits, Amara moved to attach her scouter and adjust her armor, brushing off a few stray crumbs and rolling her neck. Setting it to scan for Power Levels between 1,000 and 10,000, there were very, very few people found - and most of them easily dismissed as not the guy she was looking for. Unfortunately, she had to fly a bit closer to the ground due to the cloudy conditions, and so nearly missed the possible target atop a skyscraper. The pod sped past it, before reversing and slowly backing up.
The front slid open, Amara clambering out and leaping the rest of the distance to the building effortlessly. A quick press of a button and her craft began to circle the skyscraper, primed to fire off a dose of Blutz if need be. "Kid." She said, half-jokingly. "Lovely weather we're having. Might I ask why you're situated atop this hunk of concrete?" The Saiyan noticed he held a flyer in his hands and made a quick move to try and pluck it from his grasp. If successful, she'd turn and view the paper for herself.
"His name is Maguffin?" The Saiyan snicked, having done a double-take to confirm such a claim. Yep, printed on the front right in bold. "Yikes, he looks like a tool." She commented, moving to hand the flyer back to Maki. "Well if there's one thing I learned about comically evil looking guys, its that they always can be found in some sort of rundown or seedy establishment surrounded but dimwitted by surprisingly loyal henchmen," Amara said thoughtfully. "So, probably be best to start somewhere like that."
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Maki the Grappler
Rising Soul
PL: 27,000
Intense Struggle (x2T)
Tag: @jamesincarnate
Posts: 68
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Post by Maki the Grappler on Sept 30, 2019 11:17:59 GMT -6
Though he was incapable of feeling Amara's presence, he would know of her arrival from the sound of the wind in the distance. Martial artists coming and going tended to be quite a rarity, especially in towns the size of South City. That meant it could only be her darting through the sky, It seemed as though she had some trouble picking him out again. Even though he had gotten a lot stronger than before, he was still pretty weak by comparison. It wouldn't be long before she would finally approach him, and ask what he was doing on top of the skyscraper. "Oh, heh. Sorry about that. I just though I might have a better view from up here is all..." He realized how stupid that sounded, but it was the unfortunate truth.
As she made her way closer, the earthling would hand off the wanted poster, "You should probably take a look at this... Yeah, I think it's like a nickname or something... Wait, no, that is his actual name..." The teen would listen closely to the woman's assessment of the situation. Her ability to quickly determine the target's demeanor and likely hideouts from just a picture were uncanny. Truly the skill of someone who had been in the business for a long time. "Woah, really? Impressive you got all that from just his picture. You really are a pro!"
He had successfully setup phase one, getting Amara to show up, but tactfully asking her for training would be somewhat difficult. Stroking his chin in thought, the earthling would suggest a possible hideout, "Well, I suppose there are a few shady bars on the west side of town. Don't know if he has a specific place or not, but we might be able to interrogate some of the locals..." Giving the woman some time to put her own input in, Maki would finish up with an offer "And after we take him into custody maybe you could teach me a thing or two about fighting, in exchange for my half of the bounty." He sincerely hoped she would take that deal...
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Post by Amara on Sept 30, 2019 14:10:43 GMT -6
"Huh?" Amara blinked, scratching the back of her head. "Oh. Well, I guess so. I've been in the game long enough to not have an excuse for incompetence. And I may not be entirely right, subversion of expectations is always a thing..." She tapped her scouter lens idly, deep in though. "Though, with his record and demeanor, I'm not expecting to be thoroughly shocked by an amazing revelation today. Best to say that he's just another 'tough guy' thug who finally caught the attention of the wrong person." Well. He'd probably go under the radar most days, but due to Amara's own reckless financial instability, this criminal could be brought to justice. Or something.
"Yeah, bars are pretty good places for crooked crooks to meet up. With the whole grime, low-light, and copious amounts of alcohol and everything." Amara stopped to tap her scouter - the device scanning the horizon and general clumps of low Power Levels. "Mmm. Could work, could not. If Mr. McMuffin or his McGriddles are threatening slash extorting the powerless populace, they won't tell us anything. Well, they most likely won't. There could be some bleeding heart diehard old widow whose husband died tragically in the gang war and with her last act of life decides to help bring them to justice."
Amara patted Maki on the shoulder, jerking her head towards the west. "But this isn't a movie. Best to go see for ourselves what's up over there." Ah, but then came the kicker. Maki starting adding on more, and Amara knew it was probably fight-related. ...And it was. "I could just not take you with me..." She said, tone serious for a moment before the Saiyan cracked a grin. "Nah. I knew you'd be fishing for something in return. I'm probably not the best teacher or role model for an impressionable young mind like yourself, but if its what you want I won't say no."
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Maki the Grappler
Rising Soul
PL: 27,000
Intense Struggle (x2T)
Tag: @jamesincarnate
Posts: 68
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Post by Maki the Grappler on Sept 30, 2019 14:44:18 GMT -6
From what he gathered, their best shot at finding this guy was to locate a small group of higher than average power levels in the west side of town. It seemed simple enough, especially when they had a scouter handy. The earthling was delighted to hear that Amara already found a slight trouble spot in the distance. That sure made their job a lot easier, and to boot she actually agreed to train him, to an extent at least. That meant his primary mission was complete. All he needed to do was seal the deal by hunting down McMuffin--uh McGuffin. "What really! You will? That's awesome, can I call you master?!" The teen would be jumping up and down with excitement.
Looking off into the direction where his new master was pointing, he would ascend into the air. "Okay, lets go check it out!" Without hesitation, he would make his way over to the west side of town. The place really did look like a slum. Most of the buildings were run down or foreclosed. Perhaps this was the result of extortion? Then again, the bounty would be higher if that was the case. The first seedy establishment the earthling would see was a pub called the 'Broken Window Alehouse' descending to the ground, the name presented by the neon sign seemed more logical. Apparently, every window of the building had been broken in one way or another. Despite the name, something told him that wasn't just an aesthetic choice...
If Amara would draw near, he'd shout over to her "Hey, what's the scouter say about this one?" It was an innocent question, but he said it loud enough to where the patrons inside would likely hear. The broken windows did no favors muffling sounds either. On the bright side, there were much stupider things he could have shouted...
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Post by Amara on Sept 30, 2019 19:26:03 GMT -6
Amara arched an eyebrow, silently surprised at Maki's enthusiasm. "Sure, kid. Knock yourself out." Man, he really needed to find some friends his age. She wasn't exactly old or anything, definitely not, but when you spend your time getting excited over a casual acceptance of some light training, well. Perhaps some of her training would involve going to the arcade or something. Whatever... younger than twenty-something kids did these days. Kami knew there was enough technology in the world to stimulate them long enough. And so the pair went, contrasting each other comically as they stood side by side - Amara fitting in rather well with her rough demeanor, while Maki looked like he had taken one too many a wrong turn.
His... eagerness did the boy no favors, Amara adopting an exasperated look as she marched over and attempted to pick him up by the collar. "First rule when in a place like this: keep your head down. You already look like you got off the honor society bus at the wrong stop, so don't give anyone even more of a reason to kick your ass." Shaking him for good measure, as one does with a puppy, she set him down. Tapping the scouter at her ear, it did a quick general scan of the building before them.
"Nothing worth noting within. Unless... well, the target could be suppressing his Power Level - what with everyone and their grandmother having either energy sensing or a scouter nowadays. I guess it wouldn't hurt to take a look inside." Amara turned to the Earthling next to her, gesturing to the dilapidated building before them. "You up for an adventure, kid?" She questioned, grinning. "No different from walking into a pillow shop for me, but if you want some real experience this is your golden opportunity to seize it." Amara didn't wait for Maki to reply, instead choosing to march straight up to the double door and flip it open a-la movie style.
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Maki the Grappler
Rising Soul
PL: 27,000
Intense Struggle (x2T)
Tag: @jamesincarnate
Posts: 68
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Post by Maki the Grappler on Sept 30, 2019 22:12:43 GMT -6
The earthling would quickly feel out of place, as he began to actually assess the area. It was certainly a seedy part of town, not somewhere a boy his age would travel , normally at least. Luckily, his new master would be there to set a few ground rules for their venture. He would promptly respond to each statement. "Head down, no goodie two-shoes act, and no getting my ass kicked. I can do that." He would try to contain his excitement for their second mission together. At least that was how he saw it. Maybe he should be taking notes?
Everything seemed to be going as planed when the woman suggested they go on adventure. Maki was overjoyed they would be checking this place out first, he just had a strange hunch about it was all. "Yeah, let's do this!" Following closely behind Amara as she opened the door, they would be greeted by a small crowd of quite rough looking individuals. The bartender across the room would give them a glare, and then a cold nod. This was there strange way of permitting them to enter.
The earthling had no clue where to start, but the room had several muscular figures in it. Any one of them could possibly be an associate of McGuffin, or have information on the man. Unfortunatly, the target himself didn't appear to be in the crowd. Maki would take a moment to think before giving a suggestion. "Ya know master, in the movies detectives sometimes payoff barkeeps for information... Maybe that's what we need to do here. Then again, that would cost zeni...hmmm"
The pair seemed to get glares from everyone in the room. The saiyan armor and underaged teen did seem quite suspicious in hindsight.
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Post by Amara on Oct 1, 2019 11:13:18 GMT -6
Amara scanned the crowd for a moment, standing in the doorway. The tension was palpable in the air, thick enough to cut with a plastic knife when all of a sudden... the Saiyan belched. Quite loudly too. Slapping Maki's back with enough force to possibly stumble the boy, she attempted to keep a tight grip on his clothes as she navigated towards an empty seat. "What, you never seen a Saiyan before? Got your knickers in a twist or something?" She grumbled, purposefully loud enough for the majority of the patrons to 'overhear' it. That was enough to cause most of them to either lose interest or pass the pair off as 'OK', and Amara made it to a two-seater booth with no issue.
A less than enthusiastic blue-skinned alien server came to their table shortly, pen clicking audibly as she stared at them in obvious distrust. "Whaddya want." She grumbled, giving an especially critical eye to Maki. "Are you sure he's old enough-"
"Shot of whiskey. A rootbeer. Serving of fries." Amara cut in, slapping down a chewed-up and tattered menu on the table. The Saiyan slid a bill over to the waitress, who pocketed it and said nothing more afterward. Shaking her head, she lowered her tone so that only Maki could hear her. "Confidence is usually key. Especially in Earth bars."
It was perhaps ironic that she was spending cash, as little of an amount as it were - but Amara was seeking specifically to earn what she lost on a bet. Expenses during jobs were expected along the way. "So, what do you think we should do?" Amara asked casually, leaning back in her seat. "After all, this could be the start of the training you asked for. And what better way to train than to throw you directly into the metaphorical fire."
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Maki the Grappler
Rising Soul
PL: 27,000
Intense Struggle (x2T)
Tag: @jamesincarnate
Posts: 68
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Post by Maki the Grappler on Oct 1, 2019 11:38:13 GMT -6
Maki would do his best to go along with everything. Thanks to his fast acting saiyan master, the two managed to acquire a table and avoid suspicion for the time being. He would do his best to deepen his voice when asked about his age "Well, of course..." Thankfully, this effort would be reinforced by Amara who was much smoother in social situations than him. Though he had never looked at it before, charisma could possibly be an aspect of the woman's strength. Though he didn't have a pad or pen, the earthling would take note of that. "Woah, this place is even more run down on the inside." he would mutter looking at the menu after the waitress left. Luckily, he wasn't too picky and would pretty much eat anything. Not that it mattered. Thanks to his medical condition, he could make anything he ate turn into muscle.
Surprisingly, Amara told him he should take point on this one. It was how he was going to learn. He didn't know the first thing about bounty hunting, aside from what he saw in a few old movies. The only thing he could think of doing was asking around. Maybe there was something he could do to earn some respect. If he didn't have the respect of the people, no one would likely talk to him. "Well, I know you said not to stand out... But..."
The earthling would notice a small table in the middle of the room that was surrounded by several individuals. The all appeared to be watching something that would soon become obvious. Two very muscular patrons were in an arm wrestling match! It appeared to be neck and neck, but the small crowd would start cheering one of the men on. "Shank! Shank! Shank!" before long the man named shank would plant the other guy's hand on the table, winning the match! Cheers could be heard all around the small bar.
Seeing this as an opportunity, Maki would walk over to the table. "Alright fellas, I'm up against the champ next." As expected, the group would hardily laugh at the idea of some kid challenging a machoman like Shank. "Hahahaha! Ya know what, sure kid! But don't say I didn't warn ya!" Maki would take a seat across from the champ and pace his elbow on the table. This would be done by the man as well before they clasped each others hands. A biker would hold their hands together and give a countdown. "Alright boys, 3...2...1!"
Shank would push with all his might against Maki's hand, comically unable to move the boy's iron grip. The surrounding thugs and patrons would try to clear their eyes, making sure Shank wasn't just joking around. When Maki was sure they were all convinced , he would slam Shank's hand into the table leaving a small imprint! "Heh heh heh, guess I don't know my own strength..."
Shank would look up to him angrily at first, but quickly change to a smile. "Ha, you're alright kid!" The rest of the crowd would give a cheer at Maki's victory. It wasn't hard fought, but it was a victory nonetheless.
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Post by Amara on Oct 1, 2019 12:32:20 GMT -6
Amara squinted, giving Maki a questioning look as the human tried to pull off the old 'fake deep voice' trick. Luckily, it seemed money spoke louder (and deeper) than teen voice trickery, and the lady didn't seem to either notice or care. However, the light that sparked in Maki's eyes as she handed him the reins of the operation were troubling. Amara's own eyes narrowed, watching the boy closely to see just what he'd get up to. Apparently, he'd literally get up and march over to the toughest looking beefcake in the whole place and challenge him to a strength contest. Resisting the urge to slam her head into the table, the Saiyan bit back a choice curse. If that's how he wanted to run it, so be it.
There was a chance this could work. There was a chance that it could not. That a rumor spread like a wildfire soon after that there was an unnaturally strong boy and a Saiyan lady running around in the west district, totally not suspicious at all. It'd be a miracle if McMuffin didn't go into hiding, suspecting the duo of being up to no good. Or, just 'good' in this case. The crowd ending up favoring him, which was a stroke of luck. Amara shook her head, leaning back as the waitress came back.
Setting down two very different size glasses and a basket of greasy fried potato strips, the lady also gave a sidelong glance to the 'festivities'. "Your friend over there trying to swing his 'ego' around?" She commented. "Best be careful before you pick up the attention of the less than savory types." Amara returned the look with a frown. "I know." The Saiyan stood, marching over to the table and tapping the boy on his shoulder. "The new 'champion' can do more if he wants after he eats the damn food we paid for first." One of the thugs snickered at the sight, Amara turning to him with a raised brow.
"Heh, what are you, his mom-" Before he could finish, Amara backhanded the man with enough force to knock him from his seat, falling to the ground and groaning in pain. The other dudes looked a bit more respectful after, eyeing Amara and Maki with newfound respect. "Assuming I was, you just got your ass handed to you by an old lady." She quipped dryly, walking back to the booth and sitting. Popping a fry in her mouth, she waited for Maki to rejoin her.
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Maki the Grappler
Rising Soul
PL: 27,000
Intense Struggle (x2T)
Tag: @jamesincarnate
Posts: 68
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Post by Maki the Grappler on Oct 1, 2019 12:52:13 GMT -6
Maki would return to the table in time to see Amara smack a guy upside the head. He didn't know what that was all about, but she apparently took care of business. "Oh good, the food's here. Let's eat." The earthling would slide back down into the booth eating a couple fries that his master had ordered. He had managed to win the place's respect, but now there would be talk about them around the town. That would be troubling, as it could scare off McGuffin. The last thing they needed was for their target to skip town. The earthling would ponder exactly how to proceed. He could try asking around, but if word got out he was looking for McGuffin, things could go badly...
Before he could ask Amara her thoughts on the subject, Shank would approach their table. "Well now, you're pretty tough too lady. Ya know, you two seem a little low on cash. I've got a buddy who's always looking for strong unsavory types to help him with uhh... Jobs. I think you two got what it takes to roll with him and his crew... If you're willing of course..." Maki would look Amara in the eyes, and then back to the muscular thug. "Well an offer like that, how could we refuse. Right, uhh- Papaia..." Maki would quickly come up with a fake name for Amara. That was probably the best decision for the time being.
Shank would nod, "Alright then, meet me on Boil Street after midnight. We'll talk shop, and you'll meet the boss..." The man would then return to his table. The game seemed to switch from arm wrestling to Texas Holdem.
The teen would look back to Amara with a smirk, "I think this might be the guy. Not sure, but it could be..."
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Post by Amara on Oct 1, 2019 16:29:14 GMT -6
"Right." Amara started, swallowing a fry and swigging down a swish of the alcohol before her. "So you tried something, and it worked out. Cool. Probably not the safest strategy or anything, but since it succeeded we'll call it a win for now." The Saiyan paused to sprinkle some salt on her 'side' of the basket before plucking another fry out. Amara had been about to continue when the musclehead that Maki had defeated decided to interrupt their fine meal, waddling over. She didn't actually recall his name... something along the lines of skan- er, or perhaps something a bit less obtrusive as a name. Shiv? Shank? Another form of improvised weapon?
Ah, but the curse of eating fried foods means that Maki took the initiative in talking, bumbling through his answer and coming up with a name on the spot... which was totally an un-Saiyan name. It might fool stupid humans like Shiv, but their names were structured much more hardily than something like 'Papaia'. ...She'd accept it for now, though. "Sure thing." The Saiyan said casually, eyeing Shank. "Hope it'll be more interesting than the stuff around here. Been some time since I had a challenge."
Amara turned to Maki, finishing her drink with gusto, seemingly unaffected by it. "Could be, yeah. Don't place bets just yet, but at the worst, it could be someone who at least knows a guy who knows a guy."
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Maki the Grappler
Rising Soul
PL: 27,000
Intense Struggle (x2T)
Tag: @jamesincarnate
Posts: 68
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Post by Maki the Grappler on Oct 1, 2019 17:00:10 GMT -6
Seeing that Amara was on board with his scheme, Maki would help finish the food they ordered and exit the bar in a normal fashion. The stars seemed to align as the pair made it out of the bar without much trouble. Seeing that 12 AM would some soon, Maki would suggest they wait around for a bit. "Well's it's almost 9 PM now... We should probably just wait this one out..." The teen would float to the top of a small building and take a seat at it's edge. He wouldn't fall asleep, but lay back and begin to ponder about the current situation...
Time would pass quickly as the two of them waited for the clock to strike twelve. The time would come eventually, signified by the loud ringing of a local bell tower, odd those even still existed. "Well, I think it's time to head over to that street..." The grappler jumped off the side of the building, landing on the street feet first. The street they were looking for was only a block away, and would be easy to reach. Nothing of particular note would be seen along the way except for various poorly kept buildings. As the pair reached the half-way point of the street, the familiar voice of Shank would be heard, "Psst, Kid over here."
The man would point to an iron door behind him that was attached to a brick building. The place seemed pretty sturdy compared to the rest of the west side. "Hey, Amara. I think this might be it." The earthling would whisper to his master. Looking back to the brute, he would clear his throat before responding: "Perfect, be right there..."
"Glad to see that you two could make it, come on. Take a step inside."
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