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Post by Athel on Feb 4, 2020 7:21:59 GMT -6
PL: 50,001
Interest in Earth’s landmarks and a certain group of young girls had brought the Demon to Satan City, a place named after some supposed hero that even the Occult Club looked up to in some way. Athel, while somewhat intrigued by the tale, didn’t think much of it. The truth for tales like that Satan individual was often as stretched, especially when said event occurred many years ago. Perhaps someday the Demon would explore the topic more, but for now, there was a different mission that the they were being tasked with. Though in Athel’s opinion cash wasn’t all too necessary and they could operate just fine without any, the group that followed the being felt differently. If they truly thought cash was important, then it was cash that the club would obtain.
In the center of the city, somewhat out of the way of the school for whatever reason, a little tent was set up. Two of the club members stood outside, dressed in their casual clothing and a hat reminiscent of something a witch would wear, while another stood inside. Along with the follower was Athel who sat at a little brown table, hood up and covering the majority of their face as per usual. Atop the table rested a crystal ball of some sort. If it wasn’t clear enough as to what the whole set up was for, the two outside began shouting at anyone who happened to pass by.
“Come one, come all! Miss Calarook’s Fortune Telling Booth is now open for business! Will you end up becoming a gazillionaire, meet the love of your life tomorrow, or will your funeral get planned the moment you exit the tent!? I’m not sure, but Miss Calarook can easily find out and she’s even willing to tell you for the low, low price of 5,000 Zeni!” They’d shout, hoping to real in as many customers as possible before the day came to a close. While the price might’ve seemed a tad bit absurd, the club figured it was well worth the price. Athel, on the other hand, had no part in deciding on the price. Whatever was going to be relayed to anyone dumb enough to stumble on inside was more than likely going to be a bunch of lies the Demon would create on the spot.
Mavis, the Occult Clubs blonde leader who wore similar attire to the girls outside, was chilling behind the Demon youngling with a small notebook in hand. “Do you really think this will work, Great One? Even if you are capable of some interesting sorcery, I don’t think that even you’ll be able to trick anyone into believing something things that are made up on the spot like this.” She said, fully aware that the whole thing was a scam.
The Demon chuckled lightly in response, leaning back in the chair a tad. “No need to worry, my dear. Earthlings are gullible compared to Demons and the other races I’ve come across in my years. As long as I remain somewhat vague and keep things as realistic as possible, the customer should be happy no matter what I tell them. All we need to do is sit back, relax, and wait for the first person to roll on in for us.” And that’s exactly what Athel planned to do. If this failed to draw anyone in, then they’d pack up and head back to the drawing board. |
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Post by Heat on Feb 4, 2020 15:47:49 GMT -6
Heat's PL: 43,350 Heat had just gotten his first ever zeni! Several thousand of it, in fact; Satan City was a little... different from all of the other great capitals scattered throughout the planet. Maybe the people living there lived weary lifestyles, or maybe they were used to accustomed bad guys simply strolling around the streets and bossing the people around, because as soon as he set his foot into the city, people were giving him fearful looks instead of the usual curious, intimidated gazes he often got thrown his way. It was a different experience, especially once he accidentally bumped into a young man. Heat would have probably yelled at the guy to pay attention a few months ago, but he's learned a little bit of humility since then. Before the android could even apologize to the man, however, he was already way ahead of Heat, yelling his deepest apologies at the top of his lungs while doing a perfect ninety degree bow. Heat was confused even further once the man haphazardly chucked his wallet towards the android, apparently assuming Heat was trying to mug him even before Heat opened his mouth to say anything, the man quickly turning the other way and running, like he was fleeing for his dear life. Heat wasn't about to chase the guy, everyone around him was already looking like they were seconds away from calling law enforcement on him, and so the android gave a weak shrug to the whole situation, pocketing the wallet. He threw it at him, so hey, maybe he wanted Heat to stay with it after all. Heat only strolled a few streets away from where that whole strange situation took place, finally far enough away from it for him to safely take out the newly pockted wallet and open it, checking its contents. Obviously the expected identification documents were the first thing Heat saw, and he made a mental note to make sure to somehow give those back later to the poor guy. What interested him more, though, were the five thousand zeni tucked away inside. Obviously it was a large number, but Heat didn't really have a way to gauge if it was a large amount of currency or if the value for the zeni was very low. He wracked his mind with it for a while as he continued walking across the streets of Satan City, until his quiet thoughts were disrupted by the loud yelling he heard, two very loud store criers advertising their business. Fortune-telling, huh? Heat didn't really understand the concept, but his majin acquaintances had already told him that magic was indeed a reality, so maybe this 'Miss Calarook' the girls outside the tent were yelling about had the power to see into people's futures and determine their 'fortune'. Five thousand zeni was the advertised price, and it was just as much as Heat had managed to inadvertedly mug somebody out of. He thought that maybe the price was a little steep, but the strangely-dressed girls assured that the price was actually low, and that was just enough to convince the android of the quality of the deal. Heat slowly approached the tent, the tall, menacing android with his empty eyes and glowing forehead plate standing awkwardly over the two 'witches', and though it seemed like he was intensely glaring at them, he was really just awkward and shy about this whole situation, as this was his first ever exchange of money for services, and he had absolutely no idea how to handle this. His eyes darted between the two girls standing outside, before his artificial brain finally had a spark of intelligent thought, the android fumbling around with the new wallet in his pocket, almost letting it drop to the floor in the process of taking out all the money stored inside, Heat considering whether he should stick the money out and wait for one of the girls to take it, or if he could just shove the money into the pocket of their clothes. His nervousness ended up getting the best of him, and he ended up going with the much more awkward alternative, sheepishly putting the zeni bills into their pocket before he clasped his hands together, smiling anxiously. " Yes, uh, I'm... I want to get my fortune told, I suppose. Is this how I'm supposed to do this?" |
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Post by Polarus on Feb 5, 2020 15:59:12 GMT -6
While Polarus didn't necessarily wish to associate himself with what seemed like such an empty and dusty bit of wasteland, his objective was to gain information about the Saiyans and their current affairs no matter what the cost may be (that WAS the entire purpose behind his leaving of home after all), so the normally impervious youngling emperor suddenly found himself in an environment in which he felt as though it was his own personal little hell. The lack of energy, the boring countryside (was not nearly as entertaining or interesting as the North's, he had soon came to find) and the overall sleepy feeling the lands of the East gave him was quite unsettling for the normally busy bodied Arcosian. He wasn't used to being stagnant, and this whole region seemingly worshipped such complacency. Even the name managed to turn the Arcosians nose up in mild disgust. The sleepy East, how droll. But, again, as mentioned earlier, the Arcosian wasn't willing to let the chance of finding information about the so-called warrior race slip between his fingers, and so he made his way to one of their more busier hubs of sociality, Satan City, was it?
He considered it to be a strangely named place, wasn't Satan one of the hell bound demons sent to spend the rest of eternity burning within what laid below the realm of Otherworld? Polarus had done some research on Earth before his arrival, and so he knew a little bit about their culture just enough to spark conversation- information of which of course included their most common religion. Why name an entire city after such a being? Humans, even after said research, were a decidedly confusing bunch, and that was all Polarus could derive from it. He quickly flew in above the city, touching down below onto one of the less busy sidewalks with a slight 'pomf'. Looking around, trying to find a place to start, he already began to feel eyes on him, most likely due to the fact that he was outrageously tall even for Arcosian standards and his height made him quite literally stand out in the middle of a regular human crowd. It didn't help that he had chose to enter the city limits within his Monster form, which made him not only have quite the intimidating appearance but also added to his already foreboding aura. He hated the unneeded yet warranted attention, and so he quickly began to stride at a quickened pace, trying to find somewhere to lay low and possibly power down back to his first form in order to evade the curiosity of the city public.
In his haste to find someplace more private, Polarus found himself, ironically enough, in the middle of the city. While he found it quite idiotic that he had somehow managed to set himself into a position in which he had the entire city's eyes on him, the fledgling royal soon enough saw an area of the main square of which seemed open enough for him to move toward and take a short breather. After approaching it, he saw a bit of an unusual sight indeed. A small tent had been set up in what seemed to be near the very middle of the city, and out of pure curiosity Polarus continued to move toward it. He saw that there was already someone seemingly in line for entry into said structure, and so the Arcosian remained several feet behind them as his eyes began to cast a pupiless, and slightly critical gaze of the site.
There were two strangely uniformed human females standing outside of the main entrance to the tent, most likely to guard whoever or whatever was inside. He had heard snippets of what sounded like some sort of advertisement as he had made his way toward the tent, something about fortunetelling and the price being around a whopping five thousand zeni. While money wasn't exactly a problem, he was an noble afterall and his own planets currency did convert relatively easily to Zeni, Polarus did ponder exactly what this fortuneteller could tell him about his fate. Plus, it would be another way of getting to know Earths strange customs, so why not?
Finally making the rest of the way over, the intimidating Arcosian male stood directly behind Heat, towering over him and staring dead at one of the so-called witches (who seemed unable to hide their slight quivers of fear) as he said, "Five thousand Zeni, you said? Who exactly are you harboring in there? Are you humans always this gullible to buy into such hogwash?"
If Polarus and the demon hiding within the tent had one thing in common, at least, it was that they both believed the human race to be quite less than what they perceived themselves to be.
PL: 81,200 (Currently in Monster form)
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Post by Athel on Feb 5, 2020 18:20:03 GMT -6
PL: 50,001
Both the Demon and the other club members kept up their attempt to attract at least one customer before the day ended. Though they contemplated lowering the price a bit at one point, the club’s president opted against it for whatever reason. Whatever the group decided on doing, Athel kept her current stance that this whole thing was rather pointless. It was to keep the club happy though, so they’d just have to push through and go along with the whole thing for at least a little while longer. This was a far more relaxed option than what the club had previously wanted to do, anyhow. And hey, at least Athel didn’t have to do much other than sit around and make up a few lies should somebody actually come along.
Time rolled on by, the group around and inside the tent doing their hardest to draw somebody in. Even though it was hardly even close to the end of the day, it was clear enough to Athel that the others were starting to get worn out from the whole endeavor. A soft sigh left the grey skinned outlander. “Alright, girls. If nobody shows up in about..” A pause was taken, eyes shifting down to their watchless wrist. “.. ten minutes, we’ll call it a day and try somewhere else tomorrow. I don’t want to hold you all back from finishing your homework. Whatever that is.”
Giving one final push, the two outside grew even louder- Until two people started approaching the tent! Their yelling grew quiet as the first menacing looking individual neared them. They were indeed shocked by their odd appearance- But also pretty shocked that somebody actually showed up to the place! But they hadn’t fully reeled him in until he was seated, so there was no celebrating yet. The bills were taken happily, even if it was done in a rather strange way that caused the two to raise a brow at the action- They did their best to hide that they were somewhat creeped out and instead gave the android a nod. In unison, they both spoke. “Ah, um.. right! Just step right in and take a seat across from Miss Calarook. Follow whatever she tells you and make sure your firmly in your seat and prepared to hear what’s in store for your future, Sir!- Oh, and no refunds!”
The next individual to come along was an even taller, scarier looking Arcosian. The club members were just regular high school students so it wasn’t like they had any way to fight off any would be attackers, which led to them getting rather frightened themselves. They did their best to control their shivering in fear, stepping back just a tad from the tent before speaking. “Y-y-y-yes! F-f-five thousand! The price might be a little high, but for what you get out of it, it’s worth it, I s-swear! Miss Calarook really can see the future.”
The inside of the tent was rather simple. Aside from the table, chairs, crystal ball and the two individuals within, there was nothing! There wasn’t even a lamp so the only source of light was the sunlight from outside. From within, the clearing of throats could be heard- even though one of the two wasn’t going to say a single word the entire time. As soon as the girl’s outside had given the instructions, Athel started to speak before Heat even started walking inside. “Welcome, to Athel’s Fortune-Telling Booth. There’re many things that I’m sure you’d like to know and I am more than happy to share with you what I see. Is there anything in particular you’d like to know, Resident of Earth? No need to be shy about what you wish to know, either. As long as your directly involved with whatever it is, I should be able to figure out what’ll happen.” Her following set of words were directed at whoever seemed to be trying to mess with the students. “And as for the non-paying customer.. If you don’t wish to pay, then run along. You’re scaring away our other potential customers. But.. if you’d like to witness the fortune-telling in action, that’s fine with me- so long as our paying friend here doesn’t mind you listening in.” |
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Post by Heat on Feb 7, 2020 11:11:17 GMT -6
Heat's PL: 43,350 No refunds? Heat didn't even know what that meant, but surely these two trustworthy ladies and whoever was inside weren't scamming him and making fools out of the culture-shocked android, right? As the witch girls instructed him to go right inside, Heat hard an intimidating voice right behind him that made his skin crawl. He didn't dare to turn around and look at the source for the voice, so he hurriedly shuffled over into the tent, the supposed fortune teller inside quickly instructing him on the services she provided without even being prompted to by Heat. He slowly mulled over her words as he had a little difficulty settling into the darkness of the tent, reaching his hands around for his chair, grabbing onto it as he felt it brush against his hand and quickly seating himself down. Perhaps out of his deep emotions, or because of his body trying to get a better look at the tent's insides from the darkness, the purple light on his forehead began to shine a dim, but powerful purple, making the sparingly-furnished tent bright enough so that Heat could finally get a proper look at the woman seated opposite from him. She didn't seem like an earthling, that much was obvious. Though, one could gleam the same preconception by taking a look at Heat and his curious body and technically be incorrect, as he was indeed an earthling. Heat turned his head slightly to look back at the entrance of the tent as Athel addressed the intimidating presence outside. Heat couldn't see whatever it was, but from the witch girls' voices, it was probably something scary that you don't usually see everyday. Maybe an arcosian? Most of the ones Heat had bumped into on his journeys and his strolls gave him a sense of unease. Still, he shrugged and looked back towards the lady in front of him. Maybe she was from a species that were attuned with magic, so Heat believed she could really see into someone's future, somehow. He didn't really understand how it was that the mechanisms of magic worked, even though he had a good grasp on ki, so it seemed completely believable to the android. " Well... there's this girl..." Heat began, a little unsure of what it was he actually even wanted to say. " And... whenever we're together, we make eachother feel strange things. Like... things I don't feel with anyone else, I suppose. I've recorded every emotion I've felt and neatly categorized their named into my database, but this is the only one I can't find a proper name for. I guess I wanna know what happens between me and her. I wanna make sure it's not just a failure on the part of my receptors. My body's a little fault sometimes..." Heat lightly chuckled at the last part, trying to lighten the awkward mood that he felt like his confused rambling had put on the situation. " If you couldn't tell by now, I'm an android, so I thought asking an organic about this would help. It makes me feel so strange thinking about it..." |
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Post by Polarus on Feb 7, 2020 15:54:13 GMT -6
Polarus' eye twitched slightly, the white filled orbs that were formally known as his eyes glinting in an unamused manner as the two high school aged beings began to state their case, albeit upon shaky legs. Was he really that intimidating? Honestly? While he wasn't exactly here to make friends or socialize, per se (he WAS attempting to avenge his people of a very recent tragedy that had befallen them), it still made him slightly irritated that people were that put off by his appearance. Weren't Earthlings supposedly more accepting due to the nature of their planet seemingly managing to attract every size, shape, or kind of fighter for some odd and unknown reason? Perhaps it was the fact that they were so young, and they had their whole lives ahead of them- wanting not for it to end incredibly painfully by someone such as he. Such a possibility allowed for his frame to soften slightly. As mentioned before, his people had recently gone through a horrific event in which AWOL Saiyan Kingdom soldiers tore through one of his planets main cities with reckless abandon for no reason other than racial bias- lives both young and old were taken that day, and so Polarus could partially sympathize with these, well, compared to his age they were still children, and so decided that it would be best to take it slightly easier on them. As to both build a low-yet positive-profile and to avoid anymore trouble.
Heaving a great sigh, the noble finally caved in, taking from within his cloak a leather wallet on the smaller side- taking from it five separate thousand dollar Zeni bills from it, and gently placing it into one of the hands of the teenagers. Nodding to both of them, even going so far as to say, "Take care, human," Before walking inside of the tent. He had to bent a significant amount over forward in order to be even able to enter the small enclosure, making him seem quite silly even within his most foreboding form. His eyes, after readjusting to the darkness of the tent, saw that there were currently three beings within the tent.
One of which was the same man that he had seen just outside, or at least, he assumed he was a man. There was a strange source of light emitting a purple glow from within his forehead, and Polarus knew for a fact that a majority of humans did NOT have such a feature built within their biology. Choosing to refocus on him once he had his thoughts all together, as currently it seemed as though he was busying himself with trying to put it all into words. The emperors cool and calculating gaze slowly drifted over to the demon and her servant- though he himself was unaware that the demon sitting in front of him was even a demon. He knew well enough that the person cowering behind the other girls' seat was human, but the person within the chair he was unsure. Several of her features seemed human-like, but the aura she gave off as well as the fact that she was apparently magically adept said otherwise. His eyes narrowed. The possibility of her being a demon was there, and while he's only heard about them periodically, he was still cognizant of their existence through his family's extensive knowledge on all races throughout the millennia. Such a thing will have to be explored later.
Managing to find a place in the darkness off to the left of Heat and subsequently to the right of Athel, Polarus listened intently as Heat began to describe his emotional woes. Feeling it a bit cliche, he rolled his eyes slightly, albeit he was interested in the fact that an android of all things could feel such emotions. To his knowledge, such beings were unable to feel such things, but then again, Earth was throwing curveball after curveball at him, so this wasn't at all unexpected. Turning his eyes toward Athel, he spoke in an cold and critical tone, "If you are as psychic as you say, then you must be able to deduce why I am here, yes? If you require a hint, I am all too happy to hand you one- it has to do with my people. Off you go, then, yes? You are free to address the android first if you wish."
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Post by Athel on Feb 8, 2020 6:44:46 GMT -6
It seemed as though the two would be customers didn’t have much trouble following the instructions put forth by the Demon. Even if they had both spooked the girls outside, it seemed as though things were going to be alright now. For now at least, the witches outside ceased their yelling at customers, opting to let the current ones get their chance at the whole fortune-telling mumbo jumbo. The high schooler in the tent continued to stand in the very back, ready to take some notes as the whole process began. Having three normal sized people in the tent already made it a little cramped- but now that the unnecessarily large Arcosian was within the confines of the hut, the whole place felt even more cramped. Luckily, this shouldn’t have taken too long. With the money acquired, all the Demon had to do was come up with some lies to tell the two.
Athel cleared their throat, attention being focused on the Android that had some purple light flickering off of them and at the outlander, which was mildly annoying. Of course, not wanting to upset the Android and risk him trying to take the money back, they refrained from mentioning it outside of a slight groan. Nothing was said in the middle of the two speaking, simply letting them get what they wanted to say out of the way, first. Why? It’d help give the Demon a little more time to come up with something to give to the two, of course- And for the two outside to begin slowly trying to make their escape, so long as nobody managed to catch them. Even if they should have had the money secured at this point, the supposed fortune-teller was still going to give the two customers something for their troubles.
“Make each other feel strange when you’re together, huh? Maybe you two have some sort of allergic reaction when near each other- Or is what you’re feeling love, perhaps?” Athel questions, a slight hum leaving them as they tilted their head up towards the ceiling. Whether it was the first thing, or the second, it really wasn’t a topic that the Demon had much knowledge of, yet they’d come up with some sort of response, either way. It was probably love he was referring to so they’d go with that. “I was not aware that you, er.. robots could feel emotions like that. Perhaps I need to find one of you to study later on...” Their voice trails off for a moment, seemingly in thought. After a blink, they were right back to speaking. “But, yes! I can find something, I think. Let’s see here..”
Hands slowly move out to rest upon the crystal ball that sat on the table, Athel rubbing at it lightly. Strange humming resonated from the Demon as their eyes shut and they started to focus on searching Heat’s future!- Of course, they couldn’t really look into the future or anything like that. “I see.. two people..- no, three!” They grumbled lowly. “A child in their teens, a woman that looks like they’re in their mid to late twenties.. and a slightly worn down android.” Could robots even have children? Did Androids even age? Too late. Grumbling continues. “You’re somewhere unfamiliar to even me, Athel Calarook Fortune-Teller Extraordinaire.. a different planet, perhaps? There’s an average sized house in the background, the aroma of food filling the air as the three of you run around outside. And- And- And!-“ The Demon’s hands shoot back, heavy panting leaving them. A sleeved arm slowly glides up to wipe a line of sweat from their brow. “From what I can tell.. you two will become a couple of some sort for quite a while, it’d seem. Whether through adoption or the usual method, you two will raise a child on another planet. I couldn’t quite see past that, but.. for another five thousand zeni, I might be able to try again.” Telling the customer exactly what they wanted to hear should’ve worked in the Demon’s favor- And they might have been willing to spend more in order to go another round.
As soon as Heat's information had been passed on, Athel's attention shifted to the Arcosian. Truthfully, the Demon had next to no idea what they had wanted to know- but that didn't mean there wasn't a guess to be made! Something was compiled from knowledge gathered some time ago. “As for you, I’ll get to you as soon as our friend, uh.. the robot is done. I need a moment to.. recharge! Yes, that's it. Looking into the future tends to be quite exhausting- And no, I’m a fortune teller, not a mind reader. If I had to venture to guess though, you’re here to find out if your people will rise up against the, er.. what’re they called again?” A brief pause. “Whatever. The invaders. If your people will rise up against the invaders and retake your home planet. That’s my guess, yes.”
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Post by Heat on Feb 10, 2020 2:06:05 GMT -6
Heat's PL: 43,350 Heat sat on the edge of his seat as he told the supposed fortune-teller before him of his feelings, pouring out his curiosity towards what they actually meant to Athel. He wasn't sure what to expect her to say to him, however, as he was on edge and completely immersed in the atmosphere of the strange tent he was inside of, he jumped a little as he noticed that the intimidating voice that he had heard outside now had form: a monstrously spiky and tall arcosian, built with such a powerful physique it looked like he could snap Heat's relatively lithe body in two. The curious purple light briefly turned to an orange one as Polarus shot a quick gaze towards Heat, almost like the android was preparing to have to defend his own life. Sure, that might have been a little presumptuous of him, but that's what he should expect if he chooses to conduct himself using such a terrifyingly intimidating form. Heat kept his eye close on the arcosian as he walked off to one of the corners of the tent, his size making it a little awkward to watch him try and find a suitable spot for him to wait his turn. Heat's unease was quelled once he began addressing the fortune-teller that they had both come to see and consult her services, telling her she was free to tell Heat's fortune before his. The android briefly opened his mouth to tell the arcosian that he was probably supposed to wait outside until Heat was finished with his consultation, but he decided not to say anything that might cause any conflict between the two of them, and instead only pulled his chair closer towards the table in which Miss Calarook had placed her crystal ball upon. Heat could only theorize as to what its function actually was, but she was the fortune-teller, and she knew what she was doing, so asking the type of question she probably receives every single time she performs her extraordinary deeds would likely not be a good idea if Heat wished to be on her good side. Heat perked up as she began speaking to him, guessing that they either have some sort of strange allergic reaction to eachother, or that they were in 'love'. Heat had heard that word thrown around occasionally, althought he didn't exactly understand what it really meant, just like the strange emotion that he had been feeling recently whenever he was with that special someone. Perhaps love really was the word he had been looking for all along, but now the newest obstacle he had just bumped into was figuring out what the meaning of the word actually is. His creators surely didn't give him any 'love', and so they never bothered educating Heat on the subject, after all, why teach something the sensibilities of human emotion if you'll only use them as your weapon? Heat's thoughts went back to the situation at hand, however, once he heard Athel expressing her surprise to the fact that automatons like him could indeed feel emotions. It was a little more complicated than that, but he felt like giving her a lecture on his physiology and his theories on robotics right before she began telling his fortune might not be a very good idea. Instead, he gave her a simple acknowledging nod and allowed her to continue. Heat couldn't help but to lean forwards in curiosity once the fortune-teller placed her hands slowly upon the crystal ball that she had presumably set upon the table. Maybe it was some kind of focus for her magic? The strange, ritualistic humming that came from Calarook certainly gave Heat that impression, but with his limited knowledge of magic, he could only guess. Heat's eyes widened, however, once it seemed like she had begun to peer into the future. He silently and attentively listened to her supposed foretelling of events to come, the android leaning in further and further as his smile grew wider at all these revelations of his future. He could age? He could have chidlren?! He and the lucky lady raising their child in another planet did make sense to him, at least from a surface level. She was an extra-terrestrial, after all, so maybe she'd eventually take Heat to her homeworld and for one reason or another, they'd decide to stay instead of coming back to the Earth. Heat thought that didn't seem like something he would do, but maybe when he was older, his opinion on the idea would change. Heat was already on the edge of his seat, so once he was told he'd have to pay the fortune-telling fee once again if he wished to hear more, he popped off. He stood up, clutching his hair. " [Bkkshh]!! I don't have any money! Er... oh, wait here!" Heat quickly turned around and walked outside the tent, but not before sheepishly moving the chair on his side back to its original position. Paying no mind to the two witch-girls outside, he yelled to Miss Calarook. " I'll go accidentally mug somebody, so stay put! I'll come back! Hopefully!" And then, he was off, desperately running across the downtown of Satan City as his mind raced with ways he could get five thousand zeni - and fast! |
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Post by Polarus on Feb 11, 2020 15:18:27 GMT -6
Truly, Polarus would have never have thought that a man of machinery would be able to such accurately (or at least he assumed it was with accuracy, he himself has never felt these types of romantic feelings before, nor did he believe he ever would) the emotional confusion that came with the desire of intimacy with another being. It surprised him even more just how unprofessional it felt as Athel began to "fortune-tell" of his own future. His eyes narrowed gradually as the demonness began to describe what exactly he could be feeling, snorting indignantly at the idea of it being that of some sort of allergic reaction- as machine men don't have such organic disabilities, normally- and then having to restrain himself of a snarky remark as she finally teetered on these feelings of Heats being love. The only thing that the two apparently agreeing on at the moment being the fact that Heat was clearly feeling something along the lines of an amorous attraction toward whomever this special someone was. Then, things only got progressively worse as Athel began to tell of the future through, what looked to Polarus as, a simple display of heightened Ki control. He himself was unable to sense energy, but something told him that this was much more Earthly than it was to, say, Heat.
If he was to be honest with himself, he felt quite bad for the robot- he had wasted his hard earned cash on something as phony as a fake fortune-telling in other to get answers about what could either be a sign of heightened enlightenment, or a malfunction within his wares. Which only irritated Polarus more, as Athel seemed to have no problem in taking advantage of such ignorance for her own monetary gain. Just how many other people have been swindled by such a character? Hopefully not many. But how was he to know?
As Athel began to wind down on the dramaticism and finally finish off her prediction of Heats future, Polarus tuned in intently as he knew he was next up right afterward. Only to want to tune right back out in disgust once the demon said that she could try once more for another large sum of five thousand Zeni. Things came to a head once Athel actually began addressing Polarus' concerns, and as he listened to what she had to say, he sat there for a moment- looking strangely dumbfounded. Had she guessed correctly? Did she finally hoodwink the non-believer-?
Then, as he was looking down in what looked like shock, a low rumble of a laugh came from within the Arcosians chest, his eyes coming back up to stare dead at Athel as he said, "It sounds as though you are the describing the events in which have befallen the planet of Arcose, the homeworld of most of my Arcosian brethren. However, I am sorry to say that I am not-"
He was cut off by the sound of someone leaving the tent in a hurry, and was able to turn back around just in time to hear Heat say something about mugging someone for a couple thousand Zeni in order to get fooled once again. While you wouldn't believe it from first impressions, Polarus is quite the lawful person- which of course most likely comes from the fact that he is of royal stature and is currently ruling his own personal planet at the moment. So, the fact that Heat was both willing to steal just to get duped once again, as well as Athel most likely being alright with it, was enough to make Polarus begin stomping out of the tent. Stopping at the entrance to turn back at Athel and Mavis for a moment, pointing a single finger at them as he said, "I will deal with you delinquents soon. For now, I have to ensure your thievery doesn't empty another innocents weighted pockets."
The Arcosian then dashed out of the tent- moving at incredibly high speeds as he soon enough caught up with the Android- stopping just a couple feet in front of his intended path as he said, "Stop right there, Android- while I do hope you realize this, fortune-telling business, is a complete and utter sham, I have enough Zeni to supply you with another go-around if need be. Taking it from another person would just make things more messy, for the both of us. Which I do hope you clearly see...?"
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Post by Athel on Feb 13, 2020 6:58:21 GMT -6
PL: 50,001
Even if learning more about the different folks that roamed the planet wasn’t on their agenda at this very moment, Athel was surprised to find that they were learning a lot- Particularly about these androids. Though it was more than likely a difficult task to learn all there was about them in particular (primarily the technical bits), slowly but surely things were starting to get pieced together about how they acted. Throughout the story that the fledgling Demon put together, it seemed as though Heat had actually believed it to be true, which was rather surprising. Even though there were details in the fortune that were more than likely completely untrue, such as Androids aging and the like, Heat was actually buying it. Just watching their reaction made Athel’s grin widen- especially when they had seemingly decided to pop up and run off for more cash. “I am quite pleased that you found my reading to be acceptable- however, perhaps mugging the common folk isn’t the greatest idea! If you can do it without leading any law enforcement back here, I suppose it would be alright, though.”
The gigantic Arcosian, on the other hand, didn’t seem to buying the “fortune-telling” that was going on. While there was no way they could fool everyone into believing, Athel was fine with the result, regardless. That’s why they collected the money before, not after. The creepy grin that spread from cheek to cheek remained on the Demon’s face, attention fully on Polarus as he declared that the outlander was, in fact, wrong about the guess- though they weren’t able to learn what the Arcosian had actually wanted to know thanks to Heat’s sudden outburst. It didn’t bother them too much, though. They figured that if Polarus really wanted to know what the future may or may not have had in store, then they’d just ask like a normal person instead of making Athel guess.
“Oh my!” They proclaimed, a rather shocked expression on their face as they now found themselves being pointed at. “Even though you don’t seem to believe in what I do very much, I can assure you we’re neither delinquents or thieves! My assistant here is simply just observing, while I am nothing more than a slightly above average fortune-teller.” Athel said in response, nodding once as their grin slowly faded away. “I do have to ask that you refrain from pointing at me, however. Pointing at others is rather rude.” The Demon said, even though it wasn’t entirely necessary. Polarus seemed to actually want to stop the Android from acquiring more zeni, which was quite odd. From what little the Demon had actually known about the Arcosian people, they figured most of the lizard folk wouldn’t care much. Their people conquered planets and sold them for profit- or they used to, at least. It seemed as though Athel really was learning a lot! Nevertheless, there was no real reason to stop them. They’d be back eventually.
“I will be waiting right here for you both to return! - And if you act fast, perhaps I will even cut the price in half! I am feeling rather, uh.. generous!” They yelled at the two after they had exited the tent. By this point, the two club members that were once guarding the precious tent had seemed to vanish completely- though if one were to look hard enough, they’d probably find the two behind some bushes. They probably could have come up with a much better hiding spot like the school or something, but bushes should've done the job just fine. Athel turned her head towards Mavis slightly. “Those two certainly are interesting, don’t you think?” In response, the blonde-haired witch just let out a sigh and nodded. The Demon leaned back in the chair some, staring right outside the tent for a few moments, humming a light tune as they awaited the two to return. |
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