Freezing Your Horns Off [OPEN] Nov 12, 2019 22:13:45 GMT -6
Post by Karon on Nov 12, 2019 22:13:45 GMT -6
Karon's PL: 30,000Zhida's PL: 5,000
"Yemma's balls, it's cold."
"What? It is."
The pair of ogres, red and blue, small and tall, were exiting the spaceport at Freza Capital. The cities of Arcose were warmer than the planet's tundra by far, but that was still far too chilly for the Hell native. Karon always believed in packing light, and most of the room in their little Saiyan spaceship not taken up by the two of them was occupied by Zhida's luggage. He'd been teasing her about it the whole trip thus far, and she'd been starting to really feel bad...until today, when they stepped out onto Arcose and Zhida had a warm winter coat and hat, and Karon had the same t-shirt and worn suit jacket he always does.
"Don't talk about King Yemma like-- that! It's rude!" Zhida scolded him.
Karon rolled his eyes, "If you live long enough to become King of the Dead, someone's gonna start wearing by you, too. That's just how it is." He stuffed his hands up into his armpits and kept walking.
"At least swear by his horns or something..." Zhida muttered as she followed along.
Soon, the duo found themself at a bustling part of the city. Until recently, it had been the hub of World Trade Fleet activity, and had been the site of a fierce battle just a few weeks prior. It was where their quarry had first set foot in the mortal world. There wasn't much evidence of the battle now, save for a scorch mark here or there that got missed in the cleanup. Surely there'd be some good evidence here! They could follow the trail from here, or get information on the ghost's fighting style from eye witnesses. Zhida pulled out her notepad and pen, ready to investigate!
And then Karon made a 90 degree turn to duck into a nearby cafe.
"Wh-where are you going? The battle was over there!" Zhida pointed down the street, aghast.
"I know. But I'm getting coffee first. Or whatever passes for coffee on this planet." Karon replied, sniffed his now much bluer nose, and entered the building. With a huff, Zhida followed. The place was certainly not like any cafe she'd ever seen, dour and gothic even by the standards of Hell, but she didn't know what else to call it. While Karon stood hunched in line, rubbing at is cold arms, she resolved to still do her job. Determination in her eyes, she set about the little cafe to find anyone she could
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