Bamboo
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Post by Bamboo on Jan 30, 2021 20:47:44 GMT -6
|Bone Hurting Juice| - Bamboo's PL: 185,000
Bamboo was going to get a drink.
No matter what.
Indeed, the rabid child was extremely keen on getting a drink. One kind of drink, specifically- she recalled an experience in a bar with Ashi, back in the Demon Realm. The woman had ordered... well, something- but it made her burp fireballs, and Bamboo had a lot of fun burping fireballs.
So, she was off to try and hunt it down. She wasn't particularly keen on taking a trip to the Demon Realm- it was pretty far, and while Bamboo wanted to burp fireballs, she wasn't particularly willing to travel inter-dimensionally to do so. She didn't want to stray too far from the Goon base, either- Vocado could call upon her to execute his plan at any moment, after all, and what kind of employee would Bamboo have been if she showed up late for work?
A terrible one, that's what, and while Bamboo was a wholehearted villain, there were just some lines you couldn't cross. Thus, she looked locally- she picked a random bar, knocked on the door once, twice, then promptly kicked it down without waiting for a response.
"Yo! Anyone here know about that drink from the Demon Realm that makes you burp fire!? Do they make thar around here, Barkeep?"
Sniff, sniff.
Huh?
Sniff, sniff.
"Wait a second. I know that smell! You're, uh... that guy!"
Bamboo recognized this smell- back on Arcose, she'd had a brief scuffle with the man. She didn't know him particularly well, but she was vaguely aware that this man had some kind of relationship with Amara. He, like Carro, was a wholehearted goodie, from Bamboo's perspective. He was all about the heroic speeches and stuff. A real piece of heroic-work. The Kais probably fainted just by catching a whiff of his heroism.
Bamboo, however, wasn't quite so susceptible to the scent- instead, she was a bit more... well, she didn't know, actually.
Awkward.
Bamboo... just kinda stood there in the trampled doorway, finger extended towards the bar, eyebrows furrowed. Was she supposed to attack him? Probably not, she was off the clock- was he about to attack her? No idea- wait, why was he here, anyway? Did he make those demon drinks that made you burp fireballs? Couldn't be- those were so cool, and heroes were lame! No way they'd make it, right?
While this internal conversation raged within Bamboo, she remained completely motionless- confusion plain on her face. What was she... supposed to do, exactly?
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Post by Dion on Feb 2, 2021 2:43:32 GMT -6
Dion, on the other side of the same coin, was really hoping to keep the day relatively uneventful. Normally he'd welcome any crazy, unexpected adventure that fate decided to throw at him, but, considering his most recent clash the bartender had with one of his closest friends, Zhalla, he wasn't exactly emotionally or physically recovered enough to handle anything too high above his paygrade for at least a little while. Physically he wasn't too banged up, only cuts and bruises really amounting to the semi-permanent damage that he had sustained from the battle, but emotionally he was quite exhausted. Having to beat his well meaning message into his battered and even further bruised friend after his attempts at verbal persuasion had fallen on deaf ears wrung the figurative emotional towel of his out by quite the large margin.
Thankfully, though, bartending was something that he went to as a refuge, a safe haven of sorts. And thus, he was banking on that safe space for the day ahead. Having a day to himself doing nothing but serving some drinks sounded therapeutic for the weary young man. So, when he came into work in the early morning hours, he wasn't expecting anything too out of the ordinary to take place for the time being. However, it seemed as though Mistress Fate had a strange and at the same time, potentially cruel sense of humor.
The earlier part of his day wasn't all that bad, one or two nasty customers, sure, but that came with the job, Dion was decently prepared for all of that- even his presently frazzled self could handle a few unreasonable patrons here and there. What the toil worn tavern owner wasn't prepared for though was the person that would come into his bar within the later interval of the bar's operating hours.
His somewhat dulled energy sensing abilities took a bit longer to pick up on the familiar feeling power level, but as soon as his tired mind was able to comprehend exactly who had just entered his establishment his body immediately perked up a bit- Dion's gaze glued to the entrance of the pub, and lo and behold the only person who he could tie with such a unique power level tumbled right in. It was that green haired girl, Bamboo, was it? One of the Stargoons, Dion could faintly recall as she began to seemingly short circuit after she had a realization of her own at the entrance of the bar.
One would assume, considering their past, that she was here to finish the job- or at least start some trouble on behalf of the Stargoons. He supposed it wouldn't be outside of their paygrade. Instead, he was surprised to see that she wasn't here to start any trouble at all, at least initially that is. In contrast, Bamboo seemed much more interested in, some, zany drink that let you breathe great balls of fire, or something. It was like every time she opened her mouth some new yet all the more intriguing confusing nonsense was spewed. It was, oddly endearing.
Seeing as he was much too tired to try and bring her to justice with a fight at the moment, and that she was also not looking to start a conflict anytime soon, Dion shrugged it all off- and decided to just wave her on in. He gestured for her to join him at the main counter, signaling for the rest of his staff and the rest of the diners to continue about their business as he did.
If, and when, she made her way over, Dion would lean forward toward her, elbows propped up onto the counter and chin rested on the tops of his hands as he spoke with a less energetic tone than usual, "Before we discuss anything else, let's get a few things set straight. Yes, I am that guy, but coincidentally, that same guy has been through some, friend troubles, lately, so he's much too tired to deal with anything too, cuckoo, I suppose you could say. So, as long as you, little missy, don't cause any trouble while here, I won't try anything 'Hero of justice-y' for the foreseeable future. I don't even know if I have the authority to do that anyways, I don't know nearly enough still as it is. Heck, maybe you could even help me out with that bit. But, that's besides the point..."
Moving on to the main topic at hand, Dion squinted his eyes in an inquisitive manner toward Bamboo as he asked, referring back to what she had asked just as she knocked down the door to the Diono's, "What was this about Demon Realms and fire burp drinks? We have a lot of stuff here, but I don't think I've ever heard of that variety of drink. How old are you anyways? You act like you're, very young, if you don't mind me saying."
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Bamboo
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Post by Bamboo on Feb 2, 2021 20:28:20 GMT -6
|Bone Hurting Juice| - Bamboo's PL: 185,000
Bamboo probably could've stood like that for hours. Fortunately, the man behind the counter was far less socially inept.
Shuffling over to the stool, Bamboo hopped up with her usual enthusiasm, swinging her legs under the table like a child on a sugar high. Despite her vibrant mannerisms, though, Bamboo seemed mildly perturbed at the bartender's words- offended, almost. "Hey, I'm not always off being evil! I'm off the clock right now. Us villains have hobbies and stuff just like you do!"
He was a bartender, after all. If he could do non-hero stuff during his off-hours (or hero stuff during his off-hours, she wasn't really sure) then she could do the same! Evil was just as well structured as good, she reckoned. The goodies didn't make cool, co-ordinated outfits or strike neat poses, after all. Losers.
Unfortunately, that wasn't the only thing in the boy's words that perturbed her- there these goodies went on again, doubting their own goodie-ness! What!? How!? He said some real candy-store sweet, classical, A-Grade, capitol-G Goodie stuff back when they were on Namek- and yet, he thought being a goodie was too complicated? How could it be any less complicated?
"You know, Carro said the same kinda thing. Amara says that kinda thing too. I just don't get it!" Bamboo rested her forehead against the countertop; it seemed just the thought of morality had physically exhausted her. "It's always, 'It's complicated!' this and 'I don't have the right...' that! Why not just say that you're a goodie? Is it that hard? I say I'm a villain, loud and proud! A real one! A V-I-L-" Oh right, she didn't know how to spell. "V-I-L-A-I-L-A-U-V-I-L-L-A-I-V-U-N. A villain."
She shook her head (which was still resting on the countertop, by the way.) It seemed that she felt genuinely sorry for his confusion, in her own special Bamboo kind of way. Did life really need to be so hard for these people? Weren't they happy just being alive and palling around with their friends, playing their roles in the fight of good-vs-evil? It was that simple, right? It had to be- how could it be anything else?
"Dunno how you think I can help you out, anyways. I guess, like... If I, like, blew up this bar or something, you could beat me down or whatever. That way, I'm clearly the baddie, you're clearly the goodie, and there's nothing to think about, right?" Despite the ostensible threat she just chucked at the bartender, it was clearly a threat devoid of malice (somehow). She was considering his words, in her own special Bamboo way.
That wouldn't stop her from snickering, though. Not even her face being flat against the countertop could stop that.
"Of course you don't have the cool fireball drink. You should go to the bars in the Demon Realm and learn to make those. I guess if you're a goodie, you might be too lame to make them, though..." Another snicker. Yes, she was insulting him, in her own special Bamboo kind of way. The child finally raised her head upon Dion's last question, a big red splotch adorning her forehead from where she had rested her head.
"Oh, how old am I? I'm 2."
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Post by Dion on Feb 8, 2021 2:11:50 GMT -6
The bartender's stare remained unblinking, yet still very much narrowed in drowsiness as Bamboo stood there unmoving for what felt like a good few minutes- it was like her brain was the very personification Windows XP start up process, but thankfully, instead of crashing, the young girl did eventually stroll toward the counter and had taken a seat just in front of Dion himself. The two's differing atmospheres mixed in oddly well with each other as the garden-looking girl began to voice her dismay with the bartender's apparently incorrect description of her day to day activities. The young man was certainly at least slightly convinced that being a Stargoon and a labeled super villain was a 24/7 type of deal. It looked as though he was wrong, and so he wondered if this was the same outlook most of the Stargoons had. Then again, Bamboo at the moment was the only one who's had the politeness to even talk to him first, so he wouldn't know.
Stifling a yawn, he decided to scratch the growing itch of curiosity now dogging him, asking Bamboo as he took a clean glass out from under the counter for his own usage as he started to speak, "Your perception of morality is definitely an odd one, lass- from my experience, you don't turn on or off acting and being good, and vice versa, like a light switch. Being a good person, or being a bad one, is usually a constant thing. It's not as simple as, say, ah, today I feel like exploding a planet. There're consequences yunno."
Especially considering there were no Dragon Balls present to undo any of the damage done from now on, but, he assumed she already knew that, so he failed to mention it as he began to pour himself a glass of pale ale as she continued on her tangent on what she thought was the simplicity behind the labels of hero and villain. He scoffed a bit, which then grew quickly into a laugh as Bamboo attempted to showcase her spelling bee skill with her nigh flawless spelling of V-i-l-l-a-i-n.
"Gosh, you really do act like you're a kid," Dion uttered under his breath amusedly as he took a deep sip of the brew he had poured himself, his body now relaxing even further as the alcohol began to take its effect. Seeing how this conversation was heading, there would need to be a more, reserved, attitude to balance out Bamboo's hyperactivity, so this seemed like a perfect solution. Plus, it'd help with the whole "i'm talking freely to someone who's potentially murdered millions of people" part of the conversation. Keep his cool and all that.
His eyebrows raised as Bamboo offered what sounded like something akin to a friendly favor- and while of course he would deny it ten out of ten times, Dion couldn't help but tease her a bit, raising a single eyebrow now as he said with a sly voice, "That sounds quite the friendly thing for someone labeled as a bad guy to do. I mean, yeah, blowing up a bar and putting innocents at risk is a bad thing, but it's pretty nice of you to try and help out someone you barely know with their moral compass issues."
Continuing on, Dion was about to quip how he probably wouldn't want to be heading to the Demon Realm for one reason or another in the first place when Bamboo mentioned something that made him nearly spit out the bit of ale he had taken a drink of amidst her talking- somehow, he was expected to believe that the person sitting in front of him was two years old.
Looking at the girl of the greenery with an incredulous expression on his face, he asked in a questioning tone as he tried to wrap his head around this newfound fact (that explained quite a bit about her overall), "You're two years old? Goodness, gracious me you must be quite impressionable then- how are you two years old? What even are you? And how does a two year old find herself in the good graces and company of the universe's most feared Saturday morning cartoon super villains?"
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