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Post by Golgari #067-B on Feb 4, 2021 2:24:38 GMT -6
Golgari had no sands damned clue what he was even doing here. Both in the literal and more... over arching version, he guessed. Here, in this seedy little bar built into the underside of a somehow even seedier looking building, or here, on Earth. It had been months since the moth man had arrived from his native planet of Konats, and frankly he wasn't sure why he was still here. Months of bar brawls, travelling, meeting new people, and the more travelling. But nothing had really lit the spark he knew he needed to find before leaving this place and travelling again. He had heard so much about Earth from Ikra and all the others. So much activity, life, and interesting characters. And yet here he was, sitting there having met none of them bar one. And he hadn't even seen pepper since the man crash landed on the planet. 'Hm. Guess that's a bright spot, at least.' He murmurs telepathically to no one, taking a swig of his drink, green eyes moving to eye the hoverbike parked outside. It had taken a pretty long time to get the thing up and running again, but damn if he wasn't a good mechanic. Now she moved with the best of them. Crop Co. had some nice parts, it seemed. Far better than his home planet.
Finishing his drink, the moth man waves a hand for another, sliding over the zeni as he does so. Behind him his wings contract minutely, before returning to their usual space and repeating the motion. 'Ugh.' He groans, looking around. There had to be something to do, surely? Maybe interesting conversation? Or a bunch of assholes to beat up. 'Tell me this isn't gonna be another damn night.' He groans, not much caring for the looks he got at using telepathy, his antennae vibrating and broadcasting the message in the couple of feet around him. With a grunt, Golgari shifted in his stool and took a look around. Surely there was someone to talk to. He'd take anything over the usual sort, the ones that kept to themselves and didn't other making eye contact. A challenge, a rival, a friend, he'd take literally anything. Come on Earth, you had such a reputation. Don't let him down now. He'd hate to have to go home to his siblings to give them nothing more than dull reports, over and over again.
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Post by Derrick Ottoy on Feb 4, 2021 16:44:20 GMT -6
Thread PL: 108,000 | Items: Scouter (Festive)
In the middle of the night, a lone figure is seen dragging a large bag behind him, a trail of blood oozing from a hole. Derry was contacted by a patron in a bar named Ery to 'take care' of a guy named Pel, some guy who he owe's money to. In exchange, he would receive some information regarding a certain doctor who Derry has taken very personal interest in, Doctor Wraith. With Mr. Pel now out of the way, all Derry has to do now is dispose of the body and provide a photo to Ery, who he presumes is still drunk given the state he was in yesterday. Before he could dump the body into a dumpster by a nearby store, Derry pulls out his wallet and places it on top of the edge of the dumpster. The Pink Stargoon lifts the bag up and drops the body into the dumpster, after which he leaves behind a few thousand zeni on top of the corpse for the garbage men should they look inside.
As Derry makes his way towards the bar, he could've sworn that someone or something was following him. If this was another one of those androids, at least he'll be prepared this time to fight back. Then again, the Doctor would probably rather lay low than do something so risky, so perhaps someone else was tailing him. Regardless, Derry arrives outside the door into the bar, and with a deep breath, he steps inside and is greeted by the heavy musk of alcohol and smoke. Derry lowers his sunglasses and presses a button along the top, and his lens light up and begin to display the power levels of nearby inhabitants. Ignoring the ones with ridiculously low power levels, there were a total of five power levels that stood out: Three lied at 15,000, a fourth lies at 30,000, and the fifth possessed a whopping 50,000. All of them were small fry compared to the Pink Stargoon, but it would still probably be best to tread carefully. As Derry makes his way down the aisle and moves towards the corner of the bar where he met Ery in the first place, he comes into contact with... something.
This strange looking man who shares an uncanny appearance with that of a moth was drinking away at a bar seat. Upon closer inspection and using his scouter sunglasses, Derry confirms that this guy is the one who possesses a power level of 30,000, but he also notices that he's hearing something inside of his head. His eyes twitch a bit as he listens to the voice and notices that it's getting louder the closer he gets to the moth man. Suspecting that he's the source, Derry taps on the shoulder of the bug man and asks, "Ey, what's goin' one over here?" Derry quickly glances at the corner and spots Ery, who is currently lying face down at the table. "Well, he's gonna be out for a bit," Derry thinks to himself as he turns his attention back at the moth.
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Post by Golgari #067-B on Feb 12, 2021 14:08:25 GMT -6
'Mm?' Golgari blinks, looking over in the direction of where his shoulder was tapped, only to see a... pink haired guy. Huh. Well, that was kinda cool... Maybe his frustration had been heard after all, and he'd been sent this guy? He definitely looked at least a little more interesting, especially given the gangster vibes he was giving off. 'Nothing too much. Just talking aloud.' He replies to the man, mouth not moving as his antennae vibrated the message across. 'You look vaguely interesting, buy ya a drink for a few stories?' The moth man gestures towards the bar stool next to him, glancing up and down the man before him. Definitely gangster vibes. Cool! It had been a bit since he'd talked with one of those, and they always had some pretty badass stories. Wel, that or they tried to rob him for his bike, which never went well for either party in all honesty. You would think that people would think twice about robbing from the dude with all the wigs and lines and circuit looking shit but... nope. Apparently stupidity really was contagious, and could even travel through space!
Not really waiting for a reply from the man, Golgari flagged down the bartender for another pint. If it turned out this guy didn't want one, then all that meant was he had one ready to go for himself! Truly, his genius knew no bounds. 'Name's Golgari.' He starts, returning to his drink. 'From a planet called Konats, and bonus points if you actually know what that dust ball is. Waaaay out in the sticks. Came here because I heard Earth was interesting, but can you believe that so far there's been nothing? All this talk of mountains exploding and dragons, yet the best I've got to go for is a bunch of brats tryna hijack my ride.' A shake of his head and a flash of a grin towards the guy. 'Tell me, mister pink hair, slight blood on his shoes, cool glasses guy. You've gotta have a story, right?' A tilt of the moth man's head as his grin grows, the telepathy switching to a more private setting so as to avoid any possible ramifications for his little tease.
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Post by Derrick Ottoy on Feb 12, 2021 15:47:22 GMT -6
The moth man turns around and says that nothing's really going on and that he's just talking. Derry presumes that he means that he's doing that whole vibration thing to talk considering the fact that the moth man's mouth didn't move at all. It was quite a strange sight since he's never really encountered someone who speaks through his antenna instead of his mouth. The stranger offers to buy Derry a drink if he would share a few stories, to which Derry quickly glances back over at Ery in the corner, still drunk out of his mind. As the bugman waves over to the bartender to grab another pint, Derry sighs to himself and takes a seat right next to the bug man, stating, "I don't drink. Well, I used to, but that was a while back. But hey, I've got time to kill, and I've got nothing better to do, so why not?" It wasn't like Derry was attempting to protect his identity at this point with the Dirty Snakes now gone. Maybe he'll have to keep some information away since he wouldn't know this guy's reaction to learning that he's a Stargoon.
The bartender returns with the pint and offers it to Derry, to which he replies, "He'll probably want it." The bartender looks over at the bug man with his eyebrow raised, but puts it down in front of him and takes off to tend to some of the other customers. The bug man introduces himself as Golgari, and apparently he is from a planet called Konats. The Pink Stargoon was somewhat familiar with the place, since he recalls meeting one of these Konatsians a while back, although it wasn't exactly the most pleasant meeting since that guy wanted to arrest Derry. Golgari also came over here to look for some excitement in his life, but all that's happened so far is that a bunch of thugs attempted to steal from him. "Trust me, I sometimes wish I could just go off the grid and have a normal life for a while. The name's Derrick Ottoy, by the way. Friends call me Derry." Golgari once again asks for a story after pointing out some blood on his shoes, to which Derry gazes down to take a look himself. Perhaps he's getting a bit sloppy with the whole cleanup process. "Alright kid, I'll tell ya some good ol' stories, but promise me ya won't go blabbing on 'bout this among your buddies, if ya have any. Anyway, I used to run this mechanic shop over in Central City, but that place was burned down after some... disagreements with our rivals. It was mostly a front, though, since we were actually in a gang at one point. We even made it into the news every now and then. Those days are long gone now."
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