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Post by Nashi on Feb 24, 2018 10:07:02 GMT -6
North City was known for a few things, like how it was very hard to get there by the road or how it was habitually quite cold. As far as things to be known for go, this was pretty harsh. But those negatives had their positives: as an isolated city, they got a lot more done and in general was there more science to be had. But what benefit could possibly come out of the harshness of the city's location? Well, for a start, no mosquitoes. But, most importantly... "Ice cream!" People in line gave him odd looks for his spontaneous comment. Of course, Nashi didn't expressly travel to North City just for the ice cream, no, that would be ludicrous. No, he came for the sights and the flavours! It just so happened that both the sights and flavours he came to experience were of ice cream. It couldn't be helped! It was Nashi's job as senbyo to survey the land, and what better way to do that than to experience its cuisine? The parlour Nashi found himself in the line for was owned by the Dairy Dollop corporation; it had that sprawled across the front of the building in an oddly cursive font. "Ice cream!" Nashi's eyed quavered at the exhaustive flavours menu that he was only now close enough to see properly. Instinctively, his eyes shifted to the ice creams he'd imagine were blue— he didn't even like blueberry, but that was a sacrifice he was willing to make. Oooh, yes, I'm up! Nashi was confident in his ability to order ice cream. He had been, after all, practising it with himself while waiting. One hand was in his pocket holding the precise amount of money he was expecting to pay while the other scrutinised and sorted through clearly unblue flavours. "Hmm...""Er, Sir? What's your selection?" And nothing could ever ruin this.Horns Entering with 7042PL. This is open to at most two additional members. |
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Post by Deleted on Feb 25, 2018 1:22:00 GMT -6
TESTING OUT NORTH CITY'S FAMOUS ICE CREAM CIDER'S PL: 3,500 BASE || 14,000 ATK / 7,000 DEF ACTIVE (x4/x2)
Honestly, Cider was never a fan of cold foods. Brain freeze came easily to the Hakaijin, making him usually repelled away by frosty treats others would wolf down. Instead of the North's favorite cold snacks, the Hakaijin was much more content with some coffee and a freshly baked strawberry doughnut to wake himself up this morning. His notoriety as a budding criminal hadn't spread to this part of the Earth yet, so the cat could wander around as he pleased.
For now, Cider sat on the outside bench near a cafe next to the local ice cream parlor, his ears folded back with a snow hat, coupled with a warm jacket and pants adorned on his form, bright white in hue. Leaning back with a yawn and stretch, the alien's eyes trailed to the long line in front of the parlor. Really, why so many people ate cold food in the cold was a mystery to him. He could stand some frozen treats in the summer heat, but here in wintertime? Weird. it was even starting to snow a little now as well.
The feline briefly eyed another catlike individual in the line before shrugging him off. After downing the last of his coffee, he got up and wiped some snow off his form. He had to go see Guzheng's place soon, and--
Well, he would have been on his way if a snowplow didn't swing through the road, sending a mass of slush right into Cider's body. With an audible shout and hiss, the Hakaijin staggered back, shaking and shivering. He opened his mouth to shout at the driver, but the plow was already gone. Sighing and trying to shake himself dry, the alien sighed and sat down, grabbing and wringing out one of his ears while plenty began to eye his soaking form, only to be met with a glare on most occasions.
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Post by Nashi on Feb 25, 2018 3:49:14 GMT -6
Nashi's eyes scanned the menu in the same way a paranoid, overcaffeinated meerkat would scan the horizon. Looking, double-looking, thinking yet never staying on one flavour, his mind was in true flux. Eventually, his finger came down dramatically on one of the flavours. No, not that one. Ooh, that one! He moved his finger over to another side of the menu and stared at his apparent selection is deep thought. "Hmm, yes..." But he didn't seem very confident in his answer. "Hullo! Yes, may I please have the..." Gah, why does everything here have to be written in such an annoying cursive font? Nashi looked into the employee's eyes with a level of dramatic determination that creeped him out. "... Blueberry Carrot Cake Cookies 'n Cream Ice Cream!" The employee looked at the Cat Hermit with mild shock, but Nashi really couldn't figure out why. But then it dawned on him, how silly could he have been? "Oh! In a cone." No, that couldn't have been it: the employee was still gawking at him as if he had done committed some form of faux pas, but Nashi couldn't tell what it was like he usually could. "Er... pretty please?" "Sir, 'Blueberry', 'Carrot Cake' and 'Cookies 'n Cream' are all distinct flavours. Would you like a scoop of each?" What the—? Nashi looked down in disbelief at the display in front of him. He wasn't sure what this employee was yapping on about, it had all of those flavours right next to each other! Although, there were those strange gaps in between them, and... Oh. Oooh. The menu was listed in three columns. [Activate Nashi Vision!]"Well, that's—!" Oh, what was he going to do? Get angry with the ice cream parlour guy? No, that'd just be embarrassing. And having a scoop of each did sound positively scrumptious... "—That's what I meant!"The employee wordlessly scooped up some blue, beige and white spotted with black ice cream with a practised mastery, deposited them in the ordinary looking cone. The dessert was swapped for zeni, thanks were swapped and the impatient queue behind them made a collective sigh of relief. And perhaps that would have been it if a little something— a moderately-sized some one— hadn't caught his eye. It's a cat zoanthrope! I mean, he's purple and therefore very uncool, but he's a cat zoanthrope! Him saying it twice didn't make it any less untrue but, to Nashi, if you looked like a zoanthrope, you were a zoanthrope. Arcosians were just lizard zoans who haven't been in the sun long enough and Saiyans, well... Saiyans were just humans with tails and perpetual bad hair days. Nashi walked over to the grumpy, chromatically misaligned feline before seating himself right down. "Howdy, friend! I see that you look like a cat; you might not have noticed, but I look like a cat too! How cool is that?" He began on the top scoop of ice cream, the Cookies n' Cream one. It wasn't blue, but neither was purple. Can you tell I had fun with this one? |
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Post by Deleted on Feb 25, 2018 15:45:57 GMT -6
Lo and behold, Cider's luck just seemed to get worse when another individual approached him. The feline cursed internally, narrowing his eyes at the boy who approached. Well, they were both somewhat feline in appearance. "What about it?" Cider commented, shaking his head to get some more slush and water off his body. "Hakaijin like myself are not common on this planet, so I've heard, but you at least must have enough of those zoans so that we're not that rare of a sight, right?" He spoke, his voice a judgmental and grumpy monotone.
His ears folded back while he briefly glanced down to his Z-Phone. He had no response from his brother in their text thread about what he wanted from the local Mcbaos yet. "Bro, what are you doing..?" The feline muttered to himself, sighing and tapping the little device off. His slitted eyes trailed to the kid beside him. Well, the only feline features he sported were short ears and a tail. The rest of him seemed to be human, at least. Odd, but Cider left it alone for now. "Look, kid. I've got to meet my brother around here soon, and I'm sure you've got places to be, so..." The soaked cat spoke, trailing off and glancing off to the side. Still no sign of Barley...
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Post by Nashi on Feb 26, 2018 3:30:15 GMT -6
"Eh? 'Hakaijin'?" Whatever was this strange new word? Perhaps... perhaps it just means 'tourist'? That would explain a thing or two but not, you know, the rest of his sentence. "What's a 'hakaijin'?" Nashi got so curious about the strange new word that he completely forgot that it had words on either side of it, words which formed something usually referred to as a sentence. He forced himself to remember with a shake of the head and got: "Oh, yeah! I meet many catty zoans, lovely folk. Don't ask the stripey ones about their eyes. But, well..." It was time for one of Nashi's signature Dramatic Pauses™. It wasn't even that dramatic. "... I talk to each of them, too. Not to say that you aren't special, of course!" Nashi cautiously pointed at Cider floppier ear. "After all, that's hella cool."
Nashi continued looking at the ear. By now, it was downright staring. The ear was so hypnotic that Nashi had forgotten about his ice cream entirely. He was in a sort of trance until suddenly, seemingly out of nowhere, he heard 'bro'. He had no idea where it came from and had to look around him just to make sure Pyrus wasn't there but, as soon as it was apparent that he wasn't, he got straight back into his ice cream (and pivoted the rest of the cookies 'n cream into his mouth with his tongue). "Hwuh?" It was pretty hard to speak with half a scoop of cold ice cream in your mouth, as Nashi could attest. "Oh no, no places to go." That was just straight-up untrue. "Wait, you have a bro? I have a bro too! Ooh, what if our brothers were the same person?" Nashi knew what 'bro' meant in the heart, but not quite the dictionary; nor did he know that having a brother was a common occurrence. With a gulp, the cookies 'n cream were no more. "And don't call me 'kid'! I'm almost two years old." His birthday was only six months away! He had a lot planned for it... maybe I'll invite Purple Bro?
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Post by Deleted on Mar 3, 2018 11:21:36 GMT -6
"We Hakaijin, are what you Earthlings would consider aliens to this planet." The destructive feline spoke, deciding to oblige with the kid's inquiries for now. "Our immense power is our greatest strength. I've heard stories of some of us being able to take down saiyan Oozaru with a single blow." Cider spoke, shaking his form once more to dispose of some more water, his lopped ear flicking back up into an upright position. "...Oh, that and our usual, unquenchable urge to destroy everything within a mile radius." ...Maybe he was exaggerating a little, so what?
The kid, whose name he still didn't have or cared to have, seemed to have a brother as well. But the same brother? "I doubt it." Cider commented. "Does your brother have an illness that slowly cripples him and drains him of life while you can only watch as he writhes in pain and dies a slow and agonizing death?" Cider vented with a dead serious glare. "...I hope not."
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Post by Nashi on Mar 3, 2018 19:10:02 GMT -6
"Eh? Aliens? Like, from outer space?" He pondered on this thought for a short few moments. Nashi was well aware that there were such things as aliens— his favourite television show, Zodiac Hermit, was proof of that much. But this purple fellow was clearly just a cat zoan. He was wearing a warm jacket (something Nashi wished he also had right about now), so, if he was acting in character because of some sort of cosplay, it was a pretty darn lazy cosplay.
The senbyo had no idea what an 'Oozaru' was— he didn't watch the news nearly as much as he told his brother he did. But, he did know what a 'saiyan' was: it was just a fancy word for a human with a tail. Quietly and to the side he commented, "Well, that's not particularly impressive. Cat beats monkey every time." Nashi, naturally, took the next part not as what it was: serious. "Eheh. Just don't go blowing up any ice creameries, OK?" He started licking away at the carrot cake portion of the ice cream. He had never eaten a carrot, nor carrot cake, but he knew that they must have been at least decent if they tasted anything like the ice cream.
The purple cat didn't seem to be trying to shoo Nashi away anymore, which was always appreciated. The brothers thing was brought up and even Nashi, with his social intelligence (or lack thereof), knew that he might have struck some kind of chord. He wasn't sure how, but he thought it best he lighten up the subject. "Er, no. But, he is an idiot!" Of course, Pyrus would have said the same thing about him.
He could see the mental image of his mother scolding him and briefly wondered why. Was it because he insulted his brother without giving Pyrus the opportunity to snap back his own? No, can't be it. Could it be— Oh! "Sorry, how rude of me! I forgot to introduce myself. The name's Nashi! I'm the senbyo." He really should stop introducing himself as the senbyo, but it hadn't had any negative repercussions yet. Emphasis on the 'yet'. "Pleased to meet you, Mister...?"
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Post by Nashi on Mar 28, 2018 22:27:22 GMT -6
While waiting for a response from the internally exasperated purple bro, Nashi made a particularly brave bite (except it wasn't actually a bite, only idiots bite ice cream) out of the rest of the carrot cake scoop. This action, predictably, was met with immediate regret. GAH!" If Cider hadn't tuned out everything and anything that Nashi was doing out of his head, he'd have noticed that the blue feline had straightened up in a perfect imitation of his one-dimensional counterpart, the pouch that is his mouth opened to maximum capacity and his tongue dancing like a ballet ninja on hot pokers to prevent the cold, cold ice cream from touching any one surface for too long. "Ahhhh! Coooooold!"
As a show of his massive willpower and, enacting a feat that placed him in the company of the gods themselves, he swallowed the ice cream down, all in one.
And, for the better half of a jiffy (or about 19 picoseconds, to be more precise), everything was utterly A-OK. And things continued being utterly A-OK up until that very precise moment in which, for whatever reason, everything went to heck and a half. "Brain freeze!" Because this couldn't have gone any other way. "Dad lied to me; brain freeze is contagious!" While he was once, only moments prior, as straight as beef jerky stuck in a straightener, Nashi now found himself in the precarious position of writhing around in a paralysed yet very active pain, almost as if he was actively trying to increase his surface area to volume ratio (perhaps as a way to give the pain more ways to escape). "Oh, sweet sweet deities of creamy confection, why must you punish me in this way?"
And then, mere moments later, as if ice cream simply wasn't a thing that existed, Nashi bounced up, fit as a particularly fit fiddle, and looked at the watch on his wrist (except it wasn't, because it didn't exist). "Oh, would you look at the time? You know how it is; there are always places to be! I, erm, hope you well in your journeys. And good luck with your brother, too! If we ever meet each other again, hopefully it'll be in less frigid conditions." And, like a person with a weird accent trying to say 'gun', he was gone.
'Cats can't process milk and milk-based products', they said. 'It'll give you a right old stomach ache', they said. But why didn't I listen?
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