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Post by Okra on Nov 20, 2019 17:50:25 GMT -6
Okra sighed as he ordered another drink from the bartender. He had come to enjoy the alcoholic drink of whiskey, a human alcoholic beverage. It was very relaxing and refreshing. Then again, most alcohol helped with relaxation, but whiskey was different. To him, he felt the effect was even stronger. He had never been a big fan of the wine back on Vegeta, and when it came to the penal colony, well, most of the alcohol there was very shitty.
He found himself in what humans called a saloon. It was a type of bar with a distinct style to it. Okra thought he had heard the term, ‘western’ being used to describe the building. The saloon was in a small town with a very rural feeling to it. The town itself was located in a rather barren desert landscape, and was almost deserted aside from his bar. It seemed most of the remaining locals tended to come here at the end of their day.
There still weren’t many people here, and for that Okra was grateful. He wasn’t a big fan of being around large amounts of people. They often did stupid shit that bugged the crap out of him. Yelling, screaming, loud conversation, getting upset over stupid sport games, it all very quickly irritated the warrior. Even the fighting bugged him. Humans were often too weak to get any enjoyment out of fighting.
The saiyan downed a shot of whiskey and signaled to the bartender for another shot. The man gladly obliged, this time filling a small glass with the drink.
He placed the beverage in front of Okra, “Enjoy.”
The saiyan nodded his head, “Thanks,” he took smaller sips from this drink as he thought to himself.
He hadn’t been on Earth long, and already the saiyan wanted to go home to Vegeta. He wanted to see his father again, Soko. He wanted to know if he had been one of those to die during the invasion. Obviously he’d be alive now, but the saiyan really wanted to know what he thought of all the regime changes that had happened recently. From Vocado to Kayen. He sure had missed a lot in his time out. His father had probably tried to get in contact with him and was either worried about him, or suspected that Okra was dead.
The saiyan was very much alive honestly, but it pained him to know that his father might be worried. He’d help Vocado with his quest, and after he was done, he’d return home and find his dad.
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Post by Amara on Nov 22, 2019 14:23:35 GMT -6
Thread PL: 100,000
Amara used to stick around big cities. Both out of a natural disinterest to 'explore the world' and for practical purposes - including disguises, contracts, and easy escape routes. Recent events that had sent her life into a freefall saw that change, however, and Amara was no longer the person she once was. In the place of apathy and neutrality grew a strongly opinionated and reckless Saiyan. Becoming more and more like her accursed kin every damn day... though at this point? Amara wasn't sure if she really cared about all that anymore. Hell, two months ago when this all had first started happening, she'd have laughed (and then punched) the face of the person who told her what would happen over the coming weeks.
Yet here she was, in the middle of scenic dusty nowhere on Earth, walking into a bar wearing her new Stargoon getup (minus the haircut and mask, as both weren't readily available... something about 'goon magic' changing her hair?). The bright yellow and demure black clashed strikingly, some of the bystanders recognizing the bright yellow star protruding from the chest piece of the suit. The reputation of the group on Earth was volatile, and changed from person to person. Though she had never been seen with them before, it was safe to assume she was either a new addition or an imposter - and the latter would have her killed quicker than you could say mercy.
Bars still were one of her favorite places, and the Saiyaness made a mental note to go out with Ashi sometime over a drink properly - the accidental run in on Namek didn't count given her own level of sobriety upon arrival. Speaking of... Amara wasn't sure if it was Saiyan biology, her Power Level, or personal body (perhaps all three) but it took quite a hefty amount of alcohol to even get the smallest signs of drunkenness out of her. It was a blessing and curse in equal measure - giving her the ability to try nearly everything on the menu while also drinking challengers under the table, but not making it easy to slip into the warm embrace the drinks provided.
A few customers gave the Saiyaness a sidelong glance as she entered, but all quickly went back to whatever they had been doing before. With a small scowl affixed to her face, Amara stepped up to the counter directly, flicking a few high-value notes of Zeni onto the aging wood and gesturing vaguely at the alcohol cabinet. "Something strong. Or rather, a few somethings strong." She said lowly, slowly sinking into a stool and sighing under her breath. There was a guy about two seats down from her sitting alone, but she paid the man no mind, Perhaps with a functioning scouter, she'd have been at least a bit more interested in them.
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Post by Okra on Nov 22, 2019 18:28:05 GMT -6
“Nother’ one please,” Okra signaled to the bartender. As the bartender fulfilled his request someone entered the bar. The saiyan turned to look at the newcomer, and was somewhat taken aback. She was dressed rather eccentrically. She wore gold and black armor, a golden star on the center. She looked battle-worn, a few scars dotted her face. While attractive, she gave off a rough vibe. Most notably, however; was the tail that identified her as a saiyan. Okra was instantly curious as to who this person was. She ended up sitting two seats away from him.
Okra’s interest was interrupted by the bartender returning his drink. The warrior promptly thanked the server, and glanced over at the saiyaness, “Fellow saiyan? What brings you here to Earth? Looking for the magical orbs?” he gave a slight chuckle, taking a sip from his drink. It suddenly occurred to him that he hadn’t introduced himself. He rubbed the back of his head sheepishly, “Oh shit, name’s Okra by the, House BoneMoon of Vegeta,” he nodded his head, “You?”
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Post by Amara on Nov 23, 2019 10:41:59 GMT -6
A voice roused Amara from her thoughts, the words in particular grabbing her attention moreso than the speaker at first. Turning in her seat, the mercenary regarded the man across from her with a guarded gaze. "'Fellow Saiyan?'" She repeated, looking him up and down. "Ah. I shouldn't be too surprised given by just how many of us keep our tails out of sight." Truly, the only way to tell if someone was a Saiyan at that point was their hair color and general demeanor that differentiated them from humans. The guy asked her what brought her here. Oh, how little he knew. "I'm not after the Dragon Balls, no." Amara responded smoothly, her first drink served as a mug of a golden liquid slid across the counter.
Pausing to take a sip, she nodded as 'Okra' introduced himself. Not to be confused with Ochra, her dear friend and Super Saiyan. "Okra with a 'k' or Ochra with a 'ch'?" The Saiyan asked. "Cause' I happen to know one with a 'ch' already." Snapping her fingers, Amara realized she ought to introduce herself as well. "Names Amara." A bit anticlimactic compared to Okra's title, but she had no desire to associate herself with her old family name after all this time. "Bonemoon..." She said, scratching her chin in thought. "Sounds rather familiar, thought it's been a hot minute since I got caught up on Vegeta's happenings."
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Post by Okra on Nov 23, 2019 23:55:49 GMT -6
“Well, it’s a pleasure to meet you, Amara. And it’s Okra with a k by the way,” he nodded. The saiyan took a long draw from his drink, setting the beverage down, he continued, “No dragon balls, huh? Seems like a lot of people are here for the legendary objects. They can grant just about any wish, apparently,” he shrugged his shoulders, “Wonder what the person who finds them all will wish for.”
The saiyan let out a little chuckle, “Ya know, I think I met that other Ochra the other day. Does he wear a human biker getup? Pretty strong too,” he nodded his head. That had been an interesting tourney fight, “Doesn’t surprise me that Bonemoon sounds somewhat familiar, my cousin declared himself king of all saiyan’s after all,” he shook his head, “Crazy what I’ve missed,” he took another swig of his drink, “So what brings you here to Earth, Amara? Been here for awhile? If it’s not the dragon balls, I’m not sure what it has to offer,” he scratched his chin, “I guess they do have really good food… better than anything I’ve ever had on Vegeta at least.”
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Post by Amara on Nov 26, 2019 13:03:26 GMT -6
"O.K." Amara responded, pun fully intended as she leaned a bit back - striking a careful balance of looking cool and not falling flat on her back off the stool she had chosen to sit upon. "Yeah I know." The Saiyan said a bit dourly. "It's hard to get a break when all these nutjobs are running around trying to kill each other over magic wishing balls. Sometimes I think it'd be better if they just didn't exist in the first place, but hey, that's just my opinion." A more common one shared among the normal people who knew what the balls were in the first place. Made sense, as most of the time they were just abused to bring people back from the dead or gain power.
"Yeah, that's him." Amara said, confirming Okra's description of her close friend. He... really liked that look, she supposed - though Amara wasn't once to criticize since she had worn mostly the same thing for a while herself before upgrading to Stargoon Armor. "King?" She said thoughtfully, thinking back a bit. "Huh. If I recall correctly we've mostly had a Queen for a while, but I remember hearing about a... Avocad? Vocad? Some guy with a name like that who took kingship for all of a month before Kayen beat him in fair combat." And if he was a Bonemoon this meant the dude was related to a King... albeit for a short time.
The conversation ambled on, the Saiyaness taking heart gulps from the mug to seemingly no adverse affect on her. "I've been here for a while, yeah. Took a short break to go to Namek - and that was a damn disaster - but other than that I've been mostly just chilling here. Before Earth it was Knutts, and before Knutts it was... some backwater a few parsecs the north in the Quadra Sector." And Okra then brought up food, a topic of choice that most Saiyans would stumble across given their species' voracious appetites sometimes.
"So I guess in a roundabout way this is basically my home for the time being." She said casually, sliding an empty mug across the counter to signal for a new drink. "What about you, then? Is this your home or only a temporary get away?"
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Post by Okra on Nov 26, 2019 14:02:16 GMT -6
Okra finished off his drink. He signaled the bartender for another round, laying some zeni on the bar counter. It only took a moment till his drink was refilled. He nodded his head at the bartender in thanks. Taking a sip from his drink, he questioned, “Don’t like the dragon balls, huh? Bad history there or something? I guess it makes sense people would fight over them. Seem to grant some pretty powerful wishes,” he didn’t mention that he would be helping Vocado search for the dragon balls.
Okra lifted an eyebrow in surprise, “King for only a month? Really, didn’t know that. I had heard that Kayen had taken over. Haven’t met her personally. I wonder what she’s like. Heard she’s plenty powerful too.” he took a long draw from his drink, “Small world isn’t? Crazy how I run into you not too soon after meeting Ochra. He seems like a good guy. We fought against each other in a small tournament, actually. He was… much stronger than me,” it had still been a fun fight, even if it was rather one sided.
Okra scratched his chin, “Namek huh? Haven’t been there myself, heard from a few others that it’s pretty boring. What went wrong there?” he furrowed his eyebrows, curious what had transpired on the planet. He took another quick sip, continuing, “And knutts huh? From what I recall, it used to be a high security saiyan prison complex. I hear it’s a pirate haven now. On par with the rati-zacro asteroid,” he paused for a moment, thinking, “Hmm, if you ask me, the kingdom should try and reclaim it. It’d help put a dent in the piracy problem.”
Okra’s eyes widened in slight surprise. He took another drink from his beverage, savoring the bitter taste. He set the drink down, replying, “Earth’s your home now? I guess it’s nice enough. Personally, I feel I would get bored here. So for me, I’m just here temporarily to help Vocado. After he’s finished with his business, I’ll probably make my way back to Vegeta and check in on my father. See what he’s been up to in the past few years,” he ran his hand through his hair, thinking about how long it had been since he’d been home. He frowned, “I think it’s been… seven years? Since I’ve been home? I’m not positive, it’s been around that long I’d say,” he quickly finished off his drink, continuing “Why’d you decide to settle down here?”
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Post by Amara on Dec 19, 2019 18:21:17 GMT -6
"Not personal experience no." She grumbled, tapping the counter idly. "I've heard and seen enough history - well that and some damn common sense - and then made a decision. Like I guess if there was absolutely no other solution to a problem I had or a very close friend, not that I have many of those, needed or wanted them for something I guess I'd chip in." Another gulp of her fizzy drink down and Amara had started to feel something - the tips of her lips numbing ever so slightly as she sighed. "Powerful wishes for sure. I hear they can even cheat death, actually, but I don't think I've met someone who actually had that happen to em' so I have my doubts."
She actually had with the chance meeting of Typha in a small town, but the Konatsian was tight-lipped and didn't reveal much about himself or anything he had gone through recently. "Yeah, Kayen was her name!" Amara said abruptly, snapping her fingers. "It keeps slipping my mind seeing the number of monarchs Vegeta has been through in like the past year. Well, that and I don't really have a reason to care. Space politics aren't my forte, nor do I want them to be." Eyebrows raising a fraction, the Stargoon gave the other Saiyan a curious look. "Fought him? In a tourney or something? Either that or you're some villain, heh." Ochra was rather concerned with justice... ironic considering her kept her as a friend.
"On Namek? A bunch of shit. Some cocky Demon was all like 'dur, weak people are weak and therefore I am better because I have power, hur dur' and decided to antagonize Namek's leader by trying to blow up a town or something full of people. I normally wouldn't care but Ochra was hurt from the thing and we're pretty close friends, so I stepped in to kick her ass." Shrugging, Amara tapped the table to signal the bartender for a refill. "Eh, unless it went down the drain over the past few decades, Knutts is mostly a healthy mix of some scummy criminals and some legitimate though less than savory enterprises." Crossing her legs over one another, the Saiyaness tapped her chin.
"Take me for example. My old Mercenary Corps used to use that old hunk of junk as our base of operations, and we were perfectly legal contractors by the Saiyan Kingdom standards." Okra steered the conversation towards her in the end, not that Amara minded all that much. "I mostly stay on Earth because it has good food, loose laws, and there isn't some asshole trying to beat you up every other hour for some asinine reasons."
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