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Post by Cassava on Jan 19, 2019 23:18:26 GMT -5
your darkness will be shrouded by my own. The woman had been traveling for days. Planet to planet Cassava had been searching for those in need of her assistance. Alas, many of the quests she had sought out had been fulfilled by that of the Galactic Empire, the local governments, or something else. The woman was having a hard time finding something to occupy not only her time, but her activities as she traveled from planet to planet. Today, she was on a planet called, 'New Namek'. It was slightly oceanic, it's viridian waters stretching near and far. Upon its land masses were blue furs to be called grass. Cassava at least could stop here as a tourist if her search for meaning fell short. Still, there was something calling the Saiyaness to the world. Whether it be helping the locals water their plants, or some sort of intergalactic threat, Cassava was ready to leap into action. The raven-haired woman stood awkwardly within the spaceport of Port Briefs. It was a rather busy place, filled with Xenos of multitudes of colors and creeds. "Hnnn." The woman mumbled aloud as she gazed at a hand map of the world. It was quite the tourist spot, a place where many of the people who came to visit lingered and found their spots to buy the local commodities. "Welp, I am fucking lost," Cassava mumbled as she tucked away the tablet in her hands. At least she could find her away by the signs that decorated the street.
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Post by T on Jan 20, 2019 4:26:07 GMT -5
New Namek. Serene and peaceful New Namek. As the sun rose high overhead, the boy remained seated in a crosslegged position among two of the natives. The people of this planet seemed content with life, yet in spite of that, they trained both mind and body in preparation of any threats that might possibly appear. Trombone certainly had no qualms with trying to take over the planet by force. Gods only know what other catastrophic event might suddenly occur to the populous.
Still, Russ found boredom chipping away at his sanity. His little visit was due to concern for the Namekians themselves. After all, he knew not when danger would strike- only that he would be ready when it does.
But he was still bored. “You guys want to go do something?” The question seemed almost rude. Nevertheless, he went on to ask it either way.
“We are meditating.” One of the two Namekians spoke up.
“Alright.” He brought himself to a stand, patting the back of his pants to rid its surface of any dirt. “I mean, I get that, but-” Truth be told, meditating did not do a lot to him. “Don’t you guys do anything else?” Of course they did other things. For instance, martial training and farming appeared to be popular activities among their culture. It was just that he never actually saw them having fun.
“Frankly speaking, there is not much else to do on New Namek,” the other one admitted.
“Hrm.” Russ reached up to grasp the halo hovering above his head. “I’ve got an idea.”
Divinity appears to be questionable at best when it comes to the universe they lived in. Gods; for all their innate power and strange ability; were far above moral beings, but not to the extent where they could not be bested by mortals. Perhaps it was only in the area of universal knowledge that the lot always won in. Regardless, no amount of omniscience could allow one to predict what happened next.
“Go high!” Shouted one of the green men. He swung forward, flicking his wrist as if finally having mastered the act of throwing a discus.
“Hup-” Leaping up, the young Saiyan reached with arms outstretched to gracefully catch the object thrown in his direction. “I’ve got it!” He held it overhead, beaming with pride.
With his thumb pointed to the ground, the spectating Namekian jokingly booed the visitor. “Mediocre catch.”
“Oh yeah?” He was only using a fraction of a fraction of a fraction of his untrue power. Time came to increase his seriousness by a part of that fraction. “Well, get ready because I’m about to use my SPECIAL MOVE.” His back hunched downwards while reeling the item behind him. Then, the boy threw it up as soft as he possibly could. “Destructo Dis-”
“CAW.” A winged creature swooped down to grab it out of mid air. Then, it resumed its flight.
Blinking twice, he stared at the avian creature flying off into the distance. “What.” Whether the word was a statement or a question, the universe might never know. “What was that?” A question which lingered for a moment among awkward silence.
“I believe that was a bird.” The spectator did not hesitate in delivering the apt answer.
“I know what a bird is,” he stated with a tinge of nervousness. Russ looked to the two of them in utter bafflement. “Since when were there birds on Namek?” Another query that would probably yield similar results. “You know what? Never mind. I’ve got to get my thing back now.”
But when he looked back in the direction of his avian foe, it was gone. “Oh.” A second passed as he grasped the direness of his situation. “Oh no.”
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Post by Cassava on Jan 20, 2019 9:27:32 GMT -5
your darkness will be shrouded by my own. Well, if nothing exciting was going to happen, the woman could at least try some of the food on this planet. Alas, judging by what they farmed it would end up being a lot of fruit salads. Her eyes glazed over at the thought. While she was of Saiyan blood and could eat and eat until nothing was left, melons and water dense produce was not one of her favorites. Her stomach growled, and her morale sunk as she waddled through the busy streets among the masses of xenos and tourists. CAW.
Cassava paused, her head shifting from side to side as she tried to place where exactly the sound was coming from. CAW CAW.
Whatever it was sounded exactly like a bird of Earth. She scanned the skies, and there it…wait. It was decorated with something shiny, it had a glow almost. Sure, crows and other weird birds enjoyed taking objects that glittered and gleamed, but what if this thing was a treasure to someone? She squinted her eyes, blinded by one of the three suns of New Namek. A forearm raised to shield her eyes from the brilliant light, but the bird was gone. "What the…" Cassava spoke in a perplexed tone. It could have been a wedding ring---if Namekians even married on another. . . Perhaps it was a chuck of gold? MAYBE EVEN A LUCKY COIN? The Saiyaness shot through the skies, scanning around for the bird. While it couldn't have gotten too far ahead, the woman was having a hard time tracking it down. She blasted off in the direction it was flapping, trying to catch sight of the brilliant sheen of whatever it treasured. A flash of black manifested ahead, and with it, the golden ring. It wasn't until she closed in that she got a better sight of just how big the object was. It gleamed with a brightness that was ethereal. It was something Cassava had never seen; an object that struck curiosity down at the core. "Hey! Excuse me mister bird!" Cassava yelled ahead at the avian. It merely looked back and CAWED at her. A sigh pressed from the woman's lips as she caught up and flew side to side with the creature. "Hey um, I don't know where you got that, but it sure looks expensive. Perhaps it d---Why am I talking to a bird?" Reality struck the raven-haired woman. She was trying to talk reason with an animal. A blank stare melted over her face as she tried to make herself feel less dumb, luckily, no one was around to witness her antics. A quick hand reached over, tugging on the halo and stopping the bird dead in the air. It flapped around wildly, black feathers coming loose and flying through the air like gothic confetti. "G-GIVE IT HERE YOU LITT-.." "CAW."
The bird was strong, and Cassava didn't feel like hurting it, so she persisted. A game of tug o war with a crow. What was her day becoming? Finally she managed to break the halo from the bird's talons, and off it flew, defeated and tired after the struggle. "Hmm, what is this?" Cassava murmured as she held the ring in her hands. She lifted it above her head, an eye squinting as she examined it in detail. Perhaps it was a tool used for some Namekian sport?! OF COURSE. THIS WAS A FRISBEE!
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Post by T on Jan 20, 2019 12:42:18 GMT -5
He was in for it now. If Russ had to explain to the Kaioshin how he managed to lose a supernatural manifestation of one’s symbol of being dead, he would probably die again for embarrassment. Even then, that was on the condition that they did not kill him first. Though ‘kill’ might have been a slight exaggeration in that instance. What they could have done was send him to hell as a janitor for the foreseeable future. Considering he would not age and could not die of death in this state, that did not sound like a good retirement plan.
Up above the clouds, he floated in place. The boy could not rely on his eyes now. Among the potentially hundreds of thousands; or perhaps even millions; of birds, one had his halo. Hence, he shut both of eyelids and focused. Events. Images. Energy signatures galore flowed freely into his mind. Not only could he see a multitude of happenings on the planet, the young man sensed them.
Warrior clan Namekians trained ferociously- practicing restraint in every motion of their spar, yet not holding back their true power. Cities bustled with lifeforms of all sorts. Viewing port Briefs in this manner could almost be compared to peeking into a transparent, third-dimensional ant-farm. Even the numerous blades of grass on Namek carried their own momentum as they rustled in the wind. What he found most strange out of all these things was a person playing tug-of-war with a bird. Meanwhile, his halo acted as rope.
Russ immediately dematerialised from where he was and rematerialised a few metres away from the match at hand. One can even say that he instantaneously transmitted himself over there.
While the two formidable foes engaged in what he could only assume to be mortal combat®™©, the boy watched silently by the sidelines. Only when the victor was declared did he decide to speak up.
“Oh, erm- hello.” A hand was brought to wave overhead as he glided on closer to Cassava. “You’ve got my thing there.” ‘Thing’ being a somewhat appropriate substitute for ‘supernatural object or phenomenon’. “Can I please have it back?”
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Post by Cassava on Jan 20, 2019 16:40:53 GMT -5
your darkness will be shrouded by my own. Cassava perhaps was a bit ingrained in her struggle with the bird. So much so, that she hadn't even noticed the Saiyan pop into existence right beside of her midair. It wasn't until she heard his voice that she snapped to attention. The golden eyed woman focused on the other. He had dark tresses of hair, much like her own. His build was obvious despite any clothing that may have tried to hide it. Hell, he could fly. He had some sort of ki control judging by that. He introduced himself friendly enough, Cassava nodded and looked towards the man, and the ring, then the man again, and then the ring.He claimed it to be his 'thing', whatever that meant. Alas, if someone claimed something to be their own, who was she to argue. She wasn't even sure this discus had any worth anyhow. It's not as if she could pawn it off at the market for a quick Zeni. "Oh! Is it?" Cassava spoke enthusiastically, the smile on her lips ever-present. She flew closer to the male, her katchin covered gauntlet offering the glowing ring to the man. She didn't intent to keep it from him or anything, it wasn't the righteous thing to do."Sorry about that. I couldn't help but try and grab it! It looked valuable and that bird was making off with it." Cassava motioned off in the direction that the bird had flown. It was long gone, but a spec of black in the distance of the viridian skies."Nice to meet ya though! I'm Cassava, I'm visiting New Namek to try and do some good; 'spose I just did my first deed of the day." That's right girl. Feels good. GOOD KARMA IS COMING!Her mind was awhirl with positive thoughts now. Hopefully those feelings would carry her through the rest of her day without hiccup."W-What is it anyway? I guessed a frisbee, but it looks too hi-tech. I wonder if it has a Bluetooth speaker?" Cassava's eyes zoomed back into the ring. She didn't realize how invasive her stare may have been, but her curiosity was apparent.
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Post by T on Jan 21, 2019 2:51:33 GMT -5
A bullet had been dodged that day.
“Yuhuh.” He nodded to confirm her suspicions. That item was; in fact; his. His own gloved hand reached towards her to accept the item. A sigh of relief made its way out of his lungs. Russ made a mental note to take care of it better. Or at the very least, he would try not to take it off him as much as possible. Seeing as it was intangible unless removed by him, that should be easy.
Wiping its surface, the young man blew softly upon its surface in an attempt to rid the magical thing of any dirt on it. “No worries there!” Smiling warmly at her, he then brought the halo above its head where it then remained. Perhaps that needed a change of location. He grasped it once more, shifting the item over his left wrist before sliding it up his arm. When it finally reached his bicep, the boy applied pressure on the rim- somehow causing it to shrink until it resembled some form of band around a part of his arm.
That was new. Regardless, he quickly shifted his attention back to her. “I’m just glad someone nice got to it first.” The worst case scenario would have been if someone selfish found it. He could force them to give it back, but that would have been strictly against his own beliefs in practice.
“This?” Well, obviously she was referring to the halo. He pointed towards the object now around his left bicep. The boy still had some level of hesitation when telling people that he was dead. Still, he could not flat out lie to someone that helped him. “It’s a-” Halo. Aureole. Gloriole. Astrophysical embodiment of one’s status beyond death. “Thing. I guess.” ‘Thing’ works as well.
Now that the matter was settled, Russ clapped his hands together. “Ah right, my name is Russ.” Pointing at himself with his right thumb, the young Saiyan continued on. “Is there anything I can do to repay you for helping me find my thing?” More of a cordial offer than anything else, but it was made with genuine intent.
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Post by Cassava on Jan 21, 2019 10:55:22 GMT -5
your darkness will be shrouded by my own. Whoever this newcomer was, he seemed relieved to have gotten his thingy back. Cassava felt herself swelling with happiness just from feeding off his energy. Her hands folded over her chest, covering the tattered pieces of cloth that she chose as an outfit. Russ cleaned off the surface of the golden ring, his eyes inspecting it meticulously for any dirt or grime that may have graced it since he lost the thing. Whoever this man was, he seemed friendly enough. Quickly he placed the halo above his head, but soon shifted it to his arm. Apparently, the object was able to be resized, however, in her hands it felt as solid as katchin. What a peculiar piece of jewelry to wear. "Yeah, I like to think I'm nice at least. You seem to be pretty kind yourself mister, you could have assumed I was stealing it and tried to whip my ass."
Cassava was pretty blunt, still, she was a kind person. She listened to the man intently as he explained what the object was. A halo? She had heard of them yes, but surely this man wouldn't be in this realm with such an object. How did he return to the realm of the living? How was he not some sort of decomposing zombie? The Saiyan woman's head whirled with questions, still, it was rude for her to assault this man with so many. "I see, wow. Wonder what it was like to die? I've come close a lot in my life, hopefully it didn't sting too much! At least you seem happy!" Cassava's voice was filled with positivity. She wasn't trying to insult the man or his cause of death, rather, have him reflect on the positives of such a situation. While, she had no idea what negatives went alongside with his reincarnation into the realm of the living, she assumed it was better than the afterlife, right? "Russ." As he pointed to himself, she pointed towards him with a grin. "Anything you can do? Jeez, it wasn't much. . . but. . ." Cassava thought and thought, one question that filled her head was, why this angel of a person was on New Namek? Vacation? "First mister Russ, answer me this, is this your home? If so, direct me to a place to eat that does not specialize in melons!"
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Post by T on Jan 21, 2019 11:35:26 GMT -5
Assumptions are the mother of all messes. All things considered, he had no stake in whipping anyone anytime soon. “What?” Russ’ eyebrows cocked as he stared at her. “Oh right, we’re in space.” More specifically, they were not on Earth. Not to say that Earth lacked the nonsense of the galaxy- he merely met fewer weirdos on his home planet compared to any other. “Yeah, no- I’m not a crazy person.” That or he was insane and it was everyone else that was sane.
“Uhhh, well, dying isn’t really fun time,” he fiddled around with his index fingers while admitting that much. Remembering the planet-destroying explosion that enveloped him was not a fun time either. Lucky for him, no questions concerning the death was asked. “Just don’t go around telling people I’m dead, alright?”
His normally casual demeanour he possessed was beginning to waver lightly under the multitude of comments and questions. The young man seemed unfazed on the outside, but wondered to himself how long the barrage could last. Relief returned when her request was made. It was easy enough to fulfil. One strange thing about it was the given honorific, yet that hardly mattered when the request was given.
“I’m eighteen and no, I’m from Earth.” Keeping his answers brief and simple, Russ lifted a finger to tap on his forehead. “There should be restaurants in any of the major cities really.” Finding a place that served meat-based dishes should have been easy unless one tries to do so in a Namekian village. The boy decided that it would be better if he raised a query of his own in response to this predicament. “I can show you to a place in Port Briefs if you’d like me to. It should be cheap enough to stay in any travelling person’s price range.”
That and he had a particular craving for fried rice at the moment. Even dead people could eat- go figure.
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Post by Cassava on Jan 21, 2019 16:49:34 GMT -5
your darkness will be shrouded by my own. So, he claimed not to be a crazy person. At least she could be at ease following his advice of a meal. If not, who knows where the man would take her. Perhaps she would end up kidnapped and, in some box, to be sold off as free slave labor. Her mind wanted to the most negative thoughts, but Russ's talk about death soon drew her attention again."Yeah, sorry. I didn't mean to strike a cord with that, I'm sure it was a bad time," Cass held a solemn look on her face now. Still, Russ moved the conversation along. He did not want the Saiyan woman to go around telling people that he was dead, not that she would even know who to tell, or why it would be pertinent to any conversation. She silently nodded and shot him a thumbs up as a promise."Eighteen. You're but a youngin' huh? From Earth too? Based on the scars that grace you, and your shape, I'd assume you'd been training for a decade. I mean, I guess that's possible too. I started investing into my body at a young age too." Cassava mumbled allowed. Luckily the subject swiftly changed to food. She nodded, nearly salivating at the thought of visiting one of the major cities again. "Oh goody! Of course, and money's not really a problem, I have a decent pension!" Cassava smiled and waved a finger. "Actually, some of my favorite places to eat have been on the cheaper side or hole in the walls, so I'm eager to see what it's all about.""S-So which way is it again? I swear I was there when I landed, but. . . chasing that bird seemed to throw off my sense of direction. Speaking of, I didn't even feel you creep up on me. W-What are you? Magic?" Cassava spoke in a worried tone, her golden eyes looking at him warily. It was true though. The man seemingly popped up out of thin air. Perhaps she was just distracted by her battle with the avian. That could have always been the case.
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Post by T on Jan 22, 2019 9:58:30 GMT -5
Nodding along slowly, the boy attempted to follow this conversation to the best of his abilities. In truth, he had these scars from a young age, yet he knew not why they were present. Little to no visible injuries were accumulated during his time training, and he only did start when he was twelve. Russ figured that it would be best if he did not think about these things too much.
His face scrunched up as eyes squinted at Cassava. This was the first time he had ever been asked if he were magic, and even then he had no idea how to answer that question properly. “Noooo?” Both shoulders lifted to shrug briefly. “I mean we are both flying without wings of technology, so if I’m magic, you’re probably magic too.” Such was easy to reason when the topic of floating karate people were concerned.
“Anyway, lemme check.” A holo-tab was retrieved from his right pocket. With a few bloops and bleeps, a 3D map of the area was projected into the air. Rolling, blue hills and flat plains could be seen for miles upon end, albeit a town laid approximately ten kilometres North of their location. He placed the gadget back into the pocket thereafter. “We’re not too far from another port actually!” All things considered, ten kilometres should be considered a brisk walk in the park for those that could fly.
He gestured to follow behind shortly before shooting off to the North.
The trip took less than a minute in total. Towering buildings and blast-hardened platforms were numerous in sight. Roads, while ascended above the grounds themselves, seemed to litter the air around them. If one were to describe the overall feeling that this particular city gave off in a single word, ‘compact’ might seem most appropriate. It appeared much like an ordinary city on Earth with the exception of being far more advanced.
Ca-clack. Shoes reached the ground to firmly stand. Russ looked towards his new acquaintance with a smile. “Any sort of food you feel like eating specifically?” He asked casually.
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Post by Cassava on Jan 22, 2019 10:45:26 GMT -5
your darkness will be shrouded by my own. Perhaps Cassava talked too much. For too long did the woman play the stoic soldier type amongst her peers in the Dominion's military. She had made it a firm goal to try and be more polite, social and. . . communicative. Alas, not everyone liked to talk as much as she did now and days. The woman scratched awkwardly at her cheek. With her asking if the man was magic, he pointed out that he and she flying could be considered quite the same. Ahh, so his ability must have been ki related in nature then, that explains it. The Saiyan woman eyed the tablet device that Russ retrieved from his pocket. Upon it, a map was formed which clearly showed their destination and the distance between the two. Cassava nodded with a beaming smile at how close of a flight it was, her stomach was now audibly rumbling at the thought of having something to eat in a few short minutes. She was a Saiyan all right, she was already hungry despite her eating only a few hours prior. "Right, let's go!" Cassava nodded and flew off after the man who led the way. They hit the city in the North. It was technologically flourishing, but the people who lived there surely were packed in like livestock. As they met the ground Cassava's eyes glanced around at all the shops and restaurants that littered the streets. Not only were there local attractions and foods, but there were some other places that specialized in Earthling food, Saiyan food, and some of other more popular Xeno planet's recipes as well. There was about anything that the woman could wish for in a meal, yet, when Russ asked her what she felt like eating, she was drawing a blank. "You said you were an Earthling, right? I can't say I've had too many dishes of the planet, that sounds like a good place to start!" Sure, Cassava had been to Earth, but her food there was either killed in the wild and eaten, or the fast food restaurants that coated the surface of the world. Perhaps that was why most Earthling's waistlines were so large? The woman rubbed her chin as she tried to spot a restaurant that matched with Earthling cuisine. There were a few, one that specialized in the cheaper foods like sandwiches, sides and desserts. Then there was another that focused on more refine cuisines of roasted meats, grains, and stir-fried vegetables. Cassava tapped her chin and looked to Russ to decide which was more enticing.
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Post by T on Jan 23, 2019 5:12:22 GMT -5
“Earth food?” When he said it out loud to himself, it sounded weird. If one were to take that literally, they might be graced with thoughts about soil burgers or grass noodles. Nevertheless, Russ understood the context of what was being said. He nodded his head prior to walking down the street with eyes peeled for nearby eateries.
Admittedly, setting up a restaurant for Earthling cuisine was an expensive venture out on a different planet. It was expensive to do so even on the aforementioned planet itself. All of the pricing depended heavily on location and reputation. The most that he spotted were imitation brands from Xeno entrepreneurs capitalising on the make and creativity of dishes from humans. Taco Cell, McDingles, StarSchmucks- he started to feel intimidated by the sheer availability by that point. Then, the boy spotted something marvellous.
A cafe stood adjacent to a hover bike shop. Pure, nondescript name cafe. “There!” He pointed in excitement of managing to find such a place. “I think that should be a nice place to have lunch,” announced Russ as he turned to face his acquaintance. “They probably have steaks and stuff in there.” Fried rice could wait for another day. Though if he was lucky, they might have served an ordinary burger or two in there.
Thinking about his question, he realised that it sounded as if he asked to visit together. Better to correct that misconception before anything else, or so he concluded. “I’ll go now if that’s all you nee-” His stomach grumbled lightly. “Alright, maybe I’ll check out their selection first before going anywhere.” With that, he entered the building and sat himself down next to the window. The adolescent took no time at all in scrolling through the pages of the menu with an unnecessary level of speed.
It was as fine an establishment as any. Lacking the clean, metallic look of newer restaurants, this cafe opted for wooden floorboards and furniture instead. Tiny chandeliers hanging overhead brought dim illumination to the room they sat in. A blue ogre dressed in a vest and tie appeared to busy himself by cleaning glass tankards as he waited behind the bar. During this time of day, the place appeared moderately packed with customers. People ranging from saiyans to Namekians alike sat among somewhat less humanoid species. Robotic waiters zipped past each other in mid air while taking orders and delivering dishes to those present.
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Post by Cassava on Jan 23, 2019 10:39:18 GMT -5
your darkness will be shrouded by my own. Russ looked at her a bit odd when she told him she wanted food from Earth, alas, he seemed to get what she was trying to say. He thought for a moment, looking around at all of the restaurants in the area until he spotted one that appeared to be the flavor he was looking for. Cassava grinned, following Russ's fingertip as he pointed the way to their destination with such grandiose that only made her more ravished. "S-Steaks and stuff you say? Yum!" Cassava nearly jumped for joy at the prospect of enjoying some succulent grilled meats. Just as Russ was about to leave, he stopped. His loud audible stomach growled, and the boy suddenly changes his tone. Russ opted to at least scout out the place before returning to wherever on New Namek he came from. "Let's check it out then!" Cassava replied optimistically as the other led the way into the quaint café. It was busy, and lunchtime for everyone around apparently. They found a seat that was free, and the woman found her eyes traveling around the restaurant watching the variety of people that served as patrons. There were also robots serving as waiters, truly it was a unique sight, or perhaps Cassava just simply didn't eat out enough. "Wow, this place is packed. I like it though," The woman spoke as Russ flipped through a menu eagerly. She looked down to her own, it was filled with various pub style foods, steaks, burgers, sandwiches the like. Though, her mind was settled from earlier when Russ mentioned the delicate beef. She was started when the robotic waiter suddenly appeared before their table, his glowing eyes looking towards them. A friend voice emitted from his body and his animated body moves just like a living being. "Greetings, what can I get for you two? Drinks? Food?" The waiter asked eagerly awaiting input from the two. "O-Oh, um. . ." Cassava frantically looked back at the menu before nodding affirmatively. "Yes, I'll have a glass of water please, and, the steak cooked medium a baked potato loaded, a burger on the side, all the way, and erm---some French fries!" Cassava ordered enough for two or three to eat, but she was simply put that eager. The robot noted her order and turned to Russ idly. "And you sir?"
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Post by T on Jan 24, 2019 8:04:53 GMT -5
A large drop of sweat descended comically down the boy’s right temple. He had heard of big eaters before, but such a large amount of food did not fit the image of the person ahead of him. Was this a prank? Could she really eat that much? Maybe the girl was secretly muscular or something. Gods know how many Xeno races could bulk up just by concentrating hard enough.
“And you sir?”
Russ snapped back to reality. He looked to the robo-waiter and then back to the menu in his hands. “Uhhhhhhh- chicken burger.” A finger was raised to tap twice upon the image printed upon said menu as the boy nodded his head. “One chicken burger.” He was unsure of what to do with the menu in his hands at that point, so he placed it on top of the hovering machine. Following this, his gaze shifted to the Saiyan in front of him again. A smile accompanied his awkward thousand-yard stare.
Slowly, the waiter floated away. This departure left the adolescent to attempt to figure out a conversation topic while their food arrived. One would think that he would figure out how to properly do this after having lunch with people from almost all corners of the galaxy. Just calm down. Sit up straight, maintain eye contact, and act like a normal person. Then, hit them with an interesting question.
Charisma. Pure and utter charisma. He corrected his posture. Lips curved upwards into a slight, yet charming grin. This was clearly the final form of social interaction. All he had to was ask the question.
“So, have you ever thought about grapes?” He queried out of nowhere.
Charisma. He had no idea what he was doing. No choice but to double down now. Clapping his hands together, the young man inhaled deeply. “You know, like the fruit.” Russ what are you doing? “You ever just think about how they’re purple and stuff.” His stare began to look blank in nature. It was as if he looked past her instead. “Because grapes ar- yeah, I have no idea what to talk about.” There was no way that chain of thought could have ended well.
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Post by Cassava on Jan 24, 2019 11:13:24 GMT -5
your darkness will be shrouded by my own. Cassava couldn't help but notice the odd look that Russ gave upon her order. It wasn't until she saw his reaction that her cheeks began to fluster. She supposed that she had always heard that Saiyans carried a deeper appetite than most, but she hadn't looked at the eating habits of many other races to see if that was a fact. At least he ordered. Alas, it was only one thing. Cassava suddenly felt like a glutton, alas, Russ seemed to be smiling none the less. She smiled back, her menu idly sliding to the waiter-bot before he shot off to other tables. "G-Grapes?" Cassava paused. She had had the small berry like fruit, alas, she was confused about how it related to anything at hand. They weren't even on the menu. The golden eyes of the woman tried to pretend the question wasn't out in left field, but the fidgeting of her body in her seat said otherwise. "Grapes huh, I suppose they are, refreshing yes." The Saiyan replied, "And purple yes. Oh!""OH! You just feel awkward!" Cassava began to heartily chuckle, her hands resting upon the table in front of them. Of course, boys of his age were always odd balls. She had a few back home when she was around eighteen who barely knew how to talk let alone conversation. The woman scratched the back of her head as she tried to think of a subject that both would find easy. "Tell me about your work as a martial artist! I'm sure that is a good talking point." Cassava inquired, interjecting before he could worry about his response. "See me, I am a Saiyan. I'm Twenty-Eight years old. I served for a good while in the Dominion's ranks, but now I am retired and receive somewhat of a pension. I studied fighting under my father, he taught me everything I know. See, that's an example of an introduction to give. No need to over think it."Cassava offered some advice, but secretly she wondered if the man grew up in the wild or something. His stare was blank, but his handsome face still smiled eerily. To be frank it was beginning to worry the woman, perhaps she would call an ambulance soon.
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Post by T on Jan 24, 2019 11:41:16 GMT -5
His facial expression returned to normal as Cassava steered the conversation in a good direction. This much, he could cope with. “That makes sense,” the boy said with a chortle of his own. Now came time for his own response. Russ stayed silent for a minute, rubbing the base of his chin with an index finger. Admittedly, he faced some difficulty in attempting to settle on a topic he found noteworthy of discussing.
“I don’t really have much to talk about.” Shrugging lightly, the young man grimaced. “I’m eighteen. I learnt basic fighting skills under Hityourenemyveryhard Dojo back on Earth before training with the Kais and other fighters in the Otherworld for two years.” All he did was summarise the events of the past three years from his perspective. Then, fingers clicked against the table. She did mention the dominion earlier. He could use that. “If we’re talking about the Dominion, I fought for them on Abbayor.”
One of three elite warriors sent on a stealth mission to conquer the planet. Who knew all one had to do to be recruited was show up on Sadla and ask for a position in the army? Then again, they might have simply used him in the operation for his sheer power. It failed to matter either way. His objective as he planned was to carry out the mission without endangering the lives of any citizens and then vanish.
“It was weird. I had to fight this flying green guy that hated me for some reason.” Any awkward tension that was present seemed to melt away as the retelling of his tale took place. Russ appeared far from enthusiastic or expressive for that matter, but he certainly looked calm. “Trying to beat someone like that and not destroy everything was tough- dude kept throwing blasts out and I couldn’t fly back then so I had to slap them away really fast.”
That was it for his part of the exchange. Thereafter, he shrugged yet again. “You probably get stuff like that a lot, don’t you?” Such was easy to assume when talking to an elder. He was interested in hearing what kind of stories she had of her own.
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Post by Cassava on Jan 24, 2019 14:59:55 GMT -5
your darkness will be shrouded by my own. At least when the woman took ahold of the conversation she appeared to steer it in the right direction. At least, for a moment it seemed. Cassava chuckled, listening to the man as he said he didn't have much to talk about. No one was forcing him to. They could just as easily sit in silence amongst one another that force an already awkward conversation. Alas, the eighteen-year-old went on to explain his generic background. Generic until he threw around the words kais and otherworld. Two years. The man was dead for that long. The Saiyan woman nodded silently. She knew better than to doubt anything someone said, especially when they toted around a halo as proof. "Oh yeah? Yes, the events of Abbayor were after my leave from the Dominion. Luckily, I didn't have blood on my hands from that," Cassava sighed, her eyes searching the tabletop idly. Russ went on to talk about fighting green guys as if he was completely clueless on why he was attacking an entire planet. Of course, there were going to be people on that planet that resist. It would be silly to think otherwise. "Ahh, so you'd say you're a reckless fighter then?" Cassava spoke as he recollected the damage he did with his fight. It wasn't really her business. Luckily, the robotic waiter returned with some food for them already. "Whoa, that was…. Insanely fast." She spoke in amazement. "Yes, we are a fully robotic staff in the kitchen. Nothing but efficiency for the customer. Enjoy your meals."
With that, the robotic man was off again, and the food was placed before them to kill off the awkwardness. Cassava immediately began going at her steak with a fork and knife. She was ravished, and ready to tear into anything that would sate her grumbling tummy. "I am pretty careless in my own fighting. Just swingin' my arms around like some sorta helicopter seems to work well enough though," Cassava spoke between bites of French fries and meat."
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Post by T on Jan 24, 2019 20:54:36 GMT -5
“I am so not a reckless fighter.” If there was any time a joking pout was performed by him, it would be right after the statement was made. He knew how the talk regarding the green man might have been misinterpreted, and thus decided to explain himself. “I kept trying to get him up into the air, but he just shot a buttload of lasers everywhere!” Strange how the defender of the planet he invaded was destroying the planet more than him.
Rubbing the back of his knuckles, the boy elaborated further. “He was like a green disco ball of death or somethin-“ The dishes arrived. Russ could hardly believe how quick the process took. Such may have been attributed to the fact that he could not sense the robotic waiters. He did not see them coming at all.
“...Yeah, that’s fast.” Even for a person who could instantly move to any point in space, he had to admit that.
His sight fell to the burger ahead. A generous slab of chicken meat laid sandwiched between two sesame-covered buns. Crisp lettuce, two slices of tomato, and a dash of onions with mayonnaise on top could also be found in this combination. His mouth began to water just by looking at it. While the scene of Cassava devouring mouthfuls of her entire order did manage to surprise him, he simply responded to her in an ordinary fashion.
“Nah, I get that.” He grasped a fork in his right and a knife in his left. While the woman ate, he appeared to be dissecting the burger. “Tons of people flail a bunch during fights and call it martial arts. Heck, I do that sometimes.” First, the top bun was removed. The boy then removed any vegetables from his chicken slice to place on the plate. “Just make sure to say ‘you were no match for my something something style’ if you win and they’ll believe you.” Thereafter, he returned the bun and lifted his vegetable-less burger with both hands to begin eating.
If given any strange looks or questioned about this weird habit, he would simply reply with “I don’t like to eat those, so I eat them last.” Probably not the best habit to adopt.
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Post by Cassava on Jan 25, 2019 8:12:12 GMT -5
your darkness will be shrouded by my own. Cassava managed to stifle a laugh at the man's joke as he spoke on his fight with the green man. Mentioning buttloads of lasers only made her think of some sort of nightclub and it's weird fog machines and lighting. She rested her hand upon the table as she listened to him talk for the first time with such enthusiasm. Perhaps he just needed certain topics to ease out his words? "Disco ball of death huh? Sounds like some kind of robot mecha death beam thing," Cassava had no idea what she was trying to say at this point. Still, the food was here, and with her and Russ both enamored at how quickly It came the conversation managed to stop for the time being. Cassava eyed the man's sandwich. It looked immaculate, delicious, decadent. Luckily, she had self-control enough not to lean forward and steal the thing right from his place. She chuckled at the thought still, how mad would someone get for being so brash as to eat another's meal. "Haha, who knows though. Maybe there is a martial art all about flailing? It could be a thing, right? Maybe those flailers are actually masters of the fighting style?" Cassava chuckled and moved on to her burger. The meat was a perfect cook as she cut it in two. Layered with lettuce, tomato, mayonnaise and a modest amount of ketchup it was dressed just as she liked it. She drew half of the giant sandwich to her mouth before digging in greedily. Bits of the condiments remained on her face as she went to town, eating about as gracefully as you'd imagine a Saiyan would. In between she began dressing the baked potato she had with her steak with copious amounts of butter, sour cream, and black pepper. She hoped that this meal would be enough to satiate her, but with how quickly it was disappearing she thought otherwise. "Oh? Veggies you mean?" Cassava noted the discarded bits from the man's chicken burger. Alas, who was she to judge. The woman herself didn't care much for pork. Perhaps he would give her a weird look if he knew such. Alas, she didn't have pork before her today and could avoid that for now. "Man, this is good! I haven't eaten since this morning at 11 galactic time!" Though if one looked at a clock, that would only read as two hours earlier. By eat she meant she enjoyed some packed rations in her space pod on the trip to New Namek.
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Post by T on Jan 26, 2019 7:30:57 GMT -5
11 galactic time. If there was any reason for the short, two-hour grace period, it had to be some sort of inhuman metabolic rate. Odd. Now that he thought about it, Russ never actually remembered being full. Finishing a meal was usually enough to settle his stomach until the next most appropriate time to eat, but he could not locate a memory where he ate until the idea of food became disgusting. Thoughts for later.
“Glad you liked it.” That was it for that then. It was time to leave. “Guess there’s not much more to do than ask for the bi-”
Blip.
As one of the automated servants flew by, a static-like current jolted through the air. He froze mid-sentence. The boy then looked to the machine past Cassava and then back to her. It seems most appropriate to say that it was the feeling of being watched. One might have felt as if a person walked past oneself down a lonely road at night. The stranger might pose no threat. However, there’s always the feeling in one’s gut to walk faster- just in case.
One. Two. Two times, he felt that happen. The young man rubbed the back of his head with a nervous smile. “Sorry about that!” He forced out a laugh. “Must’ve been the burger or something.” Yes. It was the burger. He hoped that what he ate was the full extent of this strange feeling. Yet out of the sake of curiosity, Russ settled on asking anyway.
“Weird question: can you sense energy?” It was as odd a question as any other, but quite a large majority of powerful fighters in the galaxy could accomplish this feat. He simply wanted to settle any weird suspicions before leaving.
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