Post by Amara on Jan 23, 2021 23:32:25 GMT -6
Thread PL: 230,000 | Items: Scouter, Battle Armor
The Crimson Coast, famous for its iron-rich sand, beautiful environments, temperate climate, and cape of ocean water perfect for swimming in. On paper the perfect tourist spot, but in practice, this strip of land far off the mainland of the Southern Continent was little more than a den for illicit activity. Amara sighed, relaxing for the first time in a long time as she gazed out over the swathes of beach and jungle, over the crystal blue water into a rising sunset. A fine wine of some kind brewed on Earth and some decades-old was her drink of choice, poured into a rather sizeable glass one wouldn't down if they cared for their kidney. Yet Amara was a Saiyan, and even this stock of Earthling alcohol barely phased her. It was a bit chilly today, but given that she was gazing out the gaping hole in the side of a crime boss' personal three-story mansion, she'd let it slide. Finely sculpted marble, tile, satin, and gold-trimmed decorations swayed openly as she sat splayed in a single red seat. After all, hard workers deserve a vacation sometimes and this looked like the proper place to give it a go. A single blast to the building had the regular humans scrambling to appease her, former 'boss' included. A large self-portrait of the once-important human hung crookedly from the wall behind her, riddled with tears and a crude red 'x' painting over his face.
"Your meal... ma'am." To the man's credit the criminal managed to swallow his pride easily enough at her demand for him to act as the front server. Quite obviously he prioritized his life and property over what pride could be possibly salvaged from backtalk. To that end, she gave him respect. Grinning slightly, Amara waved for the man to set the veritable smorgasbord tray of food on the table beside her. "You're done for now. I'll probably finish this and be gone." He nodded and slunk away, no doubt already planning repairs and heightened security for the mansion once she had departed. She was in good enough grace to spare all the workers and thugs, bloodlust satiated after her bout in Satan City. It was an odd feeling to not want to blow something up, but Amara appreciated the change of pace - mouth opening wide as she took a generous bite out of some sort of meat. Normal people would have to worry about poison in the food, but these crooks were probably smart enough to realize it wouldn't work. And if they weren't... well it wasn't like anything they had could harm her. At worst it'd taste a bit funky. Mm. Perhaps today could go by without any annoying mosquitos bugging her. After all, this damage was minimal and remote, affecting only criminals.
One could only hope...
The Crimson Coast, famous for its iron-rich sand, beautiful environments, temperate climate, and cape of ocean water perfect for swimming in. On paper the perfect tourist spot, but in practice, this strip of land far off the mainland of the Southern Continent was little more than a den for illicit activity. Amara sighed, relaxing for the first time in a long time as she gazed out over the swathes of beach and jungle, over the crystal blue water into a rising sunset. A fine wine of some kind brewed on Earth and some decades-old was her drink of choice, poured into a rather sizeable glass one wouldn't down if they cared for their kidney. Yet Amara was a Saiyan, and even this stock of Earthling alcohol barely phased her. It was a bit chilly today, but given that she was gazing out the gaping hole in the side of a crime boss' personal three-story mansion, she'd let it slide. Finely sculpted marble, tile, satin, and gold-trimmed decorations swayed openly as she sat splayed in a single red seat. After all, hard workers deserve a vacation sometimes and this looked like the proper place to give it a go. A single blast to the building had the regular humans scrambling to appease her, former 'boss' included. A large self-portrait of the once-important human hung crookedly from the wall behind her, riddled with tears and a crude red 'x' painting over his face.
"Your meal... ma'am." To the man's credit the criminal managed to swallow his pride easily enough at her demand for him to act as the front server. Quite obviously he prioritized his life and property over what pride could be possibly salvaged from backtalk. To that end, she gave him respect. Grinning slightly, Amara waved for the man to set the veritable smorgasbord tray of food on the table beside her. "You're done for now. I'll probably finish this and be gone." He nodded and slunk away, no doubt already planning repairs and heightened security for the mansion once she had departed. She was in good enough grace to spare all the workers and thugs, bloodlust satiated after her bout in Satan City. It was an odd feeling to not want to blow something up, but Amara appreciated the change of pace - mouth opening wide as she took a generous bite out of some sort of meat. Normal people would have to worry about poison in the food, but these crooks were probably smart enough to realize it wouldn't work. And if they weren't... well it wasn't like anything they had could harm her. At worst it'd taste a bit funky. Mm. Perhaps today could go by without any annoying mosquitos bugging her. After all, this damage was minimal and remote, affecting only criminals.
One could only hope...
