Scallio had been on Earth for a while now and felt fairly confident in his familiarity with the planet. Hell, he'd spent more time on Earth than he had on Vegeta. So why was it then that the Earthling homeworld still found ways to surprise him?
He didn't know.
What he did know, was that he'd almost been turned into a smear on the side of the Lookout. He'd only avoided such a fate because he'd noticed the Lookout as quickly as he'd had. The massive floating structure had unexpectedly ended up in the middle of his flight path. After recovering from his initial surprise and anger from almost colliding into it. Scallio's curiosity over what the hell this place even was got the better of him.
He landed at the Lookout's center without so much as a sound. Scallio's tail curled tightly around his waist and he examined the immediate area. The place seemed empty but without exploring every inch of it there was no way for Scallio to know for sure.
He groaned, "Anybody home?!" Scallio shouted at the top his lungs and listened to his voice echo as he waited for a reply. When one didn't come right away the mercenary started towards the nearest building.
"Maybe no one lives here? If that's the case, this would make an ideal base of operations." he muttered to himself.
As soon as Scallio's shout of "Anybody home?!" echoed out across the Lookout, a figure appeared in the doorway of the only building, almost like a ghost. It was like clockwork to Chime now, a well-rehearsed routine. Some stranger appeared at the Lookout, usually yelling and making a nuisance of themselves, and he would have to go out and deal with them. He had climbed upstairs as soon as he felt an unfamiliar presence approaching, and made it upstairs about when Scallio landed. "Someone's home." He called back."
Chime was very obviously displeased. With everything going on right now, he didn't have time for random visits like this, but of course the universe wouldn't give him a break. He walked out to meet the visitor, hands folded behind the small of his back. His eyes flit up and down the man's form, taking him in. Tail around the waist, obnoxious spiky hair, strong power signature...it was obvious what he was. Chime stopped several paces away, his expression stern.
"Saiyan. Forgive me if I'm short, but things have been...busy, right now. I don't have time for tourists. If that's what you wanted, you can schedule a tour for...later." Chime waved a hand flippantly in the air before folding it behind his back again. He had no idea when things would be calmed down enough for him to entertain random guests, but he wasn't in the habit of giving tours anyway, "If you had actual business at the Lookout or with the Kami, then let's hear it."
The mercenary was slightly surprised to see that a Namekian appeared to be the one living atop the Lookout. "So someone does live here, that's disappointing. he frowned but even with it he didn't look too disappointed. Scallio sized Chime up as he approached from the building's entrance. The Namekian seemed tired, or at least fed up with having unexpected guests. Given the expression on his face Scallio assumed this sort of thing happened to him often. That aside, Chime wasn't giving off that threatening of an aura.
"This is a really nice place you have." Scallio said, ignoring Chime's attempt to get him to leave entirely. He stepped past Chime and towards the entryway to what Scallio now assumed was Chime's house. He stopped short of actually stepping inside. He instead placed a hand on one of the pillars that supported the archway. "So what's the deal with this place exactly?" he inquired as he turned to face Chime once again.
"I did hear you right yea? You just called yourself god?" Scallio chuckled, "Because I hate to break it to you Kami but I've fought a god before and they didn't look like a Namekian."
"Disappointing?" Chime watched Scallio with some curiosity, "Were you hoping for it to be empty? If you're looking to squat, you'll have to find somewhere else, I'm afraid. There's plenty of abandoned warehouses in West City, if you're interested." He tensed a bit as Scallio approached the main building, uninvited, but his red-haired visitor didn't actually enter. Still, he was brazen, wasn't he? Chime sighed internally and followed after Scallio. He didn't trust the Saiyan to wander too far.
"I didn't call myself anything, actually." He continued, "I asked if you had business with the Kami. And as you've observed, I'm not a god. I'm merely their attendant, and one of my jobs is to make sure those that come to see them, aren't wasting their time. This place," He turned and made a sweeping gesture across the circular platform of the Lookout, "Is the Lookout. It's where the Kami keeps watch on Earth from, among other things that are very magical and boring to most people. It's pretty aptly named, I think. Now,"
Chime waved one hand in the air and, with a flash of white sparkles, a small notebook materialized in it. He opened the book up purposefully (though really he was just turning to a random page) and then repeated the process to conjure himself a pen. He clicked it once and looked Scallio in the eye again, "What I actually call myself is Jingle, if you were wondering." Chime lied smoothly. Obscuring his identity was becoming easier as time went on, "If I could have your name, that would be appreciated. It's handy for us to keep a record of who wanders up here, it happens much more often than you'd think."
Within all of this world, there were few points that hadn't caught the sight of Dorei. Yet here was a curious sight if he had ever seen one. The Shinjin slowly flying upwards toward the lookout, the tall tower was beyond anything he had seen yet in terms of height on this world. He had seen satellite anchors, and even tethers for things going to space but nothing such a tower that could stand upon this pillar. It wasn't until he reached the half way point that he saw the first structure, yet he by passed it quickly. He wanted to see the top.
So he continued to climb, doing so lazily until finally, he could sense two powers up on top of the tower. One was weak, barely notice able while the other was strong, decently by any margin to say the least. Dorei didn't know what to expect from this turn of events, yet he continued to climb up using his flight. He kept his hands in his pockets as he went higher and higher. It was when he reached the top that he truly understood the marvel of architecture that this was. A whole platform was present and on it was actual buildings. On the platform was two individuals who were having a discussion.
Dorei simply landed upon the side, looking the two over in curiousity. One was a namekian, a young one by the looks of it, with a look of hardness to him that spoke of turmoil. He wore a clever garb of different colors while looking to be a sage or mage of some sort. The namekian also appeared to be much weaker than his opponent and yet showed no fear. A sign that told Dorei he was probably surprising his power. But he wasn't good at judging people from the start, and he was probably wrong.
The saiyan looked like a punk, one who was hardened by the universe for some reason or another. He probably was a physical type of job, similar to Dorei. If he wasn't a mercenary, he was probably a killer for hire, or just a really punk dresser... one or the other. This left Dorei in a strange spot because not only was he a shinjin with magic, but a killer for hire who seemed like a third wheel. On the second thought of that, he really didn't like that idea...
"Well this is interesting... A namekian and a saiyan having a gather round on a platform in the sky. This is probably if not the weirdest... no... no I've seen weirder I guess."
Dorei had to admit this was pretty bizarre to stumble upon... yet he had stumbled upon that elderly group in a armored vehicle surrounded by stuffed animals once... that was pretty weird.
"Well sorry for cutting in but why the hell is this tower in the sky and why is a namekian along with a saiyan here?"
Dorei asked with a bit of a smirk and held out his hands in a funny way. He didn't know what was going on but it sure as hell was bizarre and he hoped the weirdness wasn't lost on this two.
"You think I'm a squatter?" Scallio frowned, "Is that why you seem to be so tense?" he asked with an eyebrow raised. "Well you can relax, I've already got a home to call my own. A nice little spaceship with plenty of room and great gas mileage." but that didn't mean he wasn't looking to expand his housing options.
Chime's explanation on the Lookout's purpose caused Scallio's interest to peak further. "You're not doing a very good at making this place sound boring." he stated bluntly. "I mean, you did hear me when I said I'd fought a god before right? Pretty sure that means I'm not most people." the pride in Scallio's voice was more than apparent as he spoke. Scallio's eyes followed Chime's hand as it motioned in the air, his instincts told him to attack and the ever so slight shift in his posture might have indicated he was about to.
When the notebook appeared, however, Scallio relaxed and folded his arms against his chest. He kept his eyes locked with Chime's, nodding when the Kami introduced himself. "Jingle." he said, almost as if he doubted the validity of the name. A thick tension filled the air and it lingered around the pair for a moment that seemed to stretch on for a lifetime. It ticked away slowly one second at a time before Scallio spoke again.
"I can't ever get over how strange Namekian names are." Scallio sighed and as the breath left him it blew the tension in the air away. "My name? It's Endiver." he lied, "It's spelled E-N-D-I-V-E-R." with everything going with Vocado it was probably for the best he didn't drop his real name. This wasn't the first time Scallio had used his father's name for something like this either. He'd given it to that crazy old Saiyan a year or so back.
"So you mentioned other magical things earlier, you wouldn't mind explaining now would you? I'm awfully curious."