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Post by Queen Kuueru on Feb 14, 2019 20:33:57 GMT -5
FEELIN' LUCKY? Cheers erupted into the semi-cramped stadium causing a head-splitting cacophony of sounds. Most of its patrons had seen the bloodshed, admired the gore, and had their fill of entertainment for the evening. Unruly lines filed out of the stadium's narrow and litter-stuffed walkways, some drunken patrons even stumbled, fell, and began fighting amongst one another. Typical Friday night, right?One might think that the attitude and the disposition of the crowd proved more amusing than the brutes ripping, punching, and blasting one another in the ring. Yet, none of that mattered. They would all go home, forget the participants names, and start their mundane days anew the next day.Clover would have to live with his wounds, both temporary and chronic.Glistening beads of sweat lined the warrior's well-defined torso and forehead. He walked with a slight swagger, no limping today, thankfully. He escaped his ordeals in combat without much to show physically.In fact, the participants at this crudely organized Space Vegas tournament were much too weak to make a difference to the man. All of them gave their best efforts, but eventually they all fell.His alabaster locks of hair finally caught the wind of the outside world, no long blocked by the stuffy coliseum corridors. Its stench was that of blood, sweat, and piss; The Earthling was more than elated to finally get a breath of fresh air. The entire day he had been using his body, pushing his mind, and exhausting all his spiritual energy. He needed respite.Luckily he wasn't too blood-crusted or smelly. Tonight, he could still celebrate his successes into today's bouts. Though there were some challenging warriors, some who had the capabilities to annihilate planets and entire armies, Clover, through pure willpower and resilience, cut his way through the opposition and proved the victor today.His tall frame snuck past others in the crowded streets of Space Vegas. Neon signs lulled naive passersby into their establishments. Many of which promised unfathomable jackpots on gambling, lavish buffets of food, and exotic 'adult' entertainment lounges.
Of course, all of them caught the man's eye, yet he pushed on, his purple dyed pants continue to shift with his movements. Eventually there had to be something right? Perhaps even a place that offered booze, gambling, food, and women? His lips curved into a tired grin, the mere thought of satisfaction tickling his soul."Here we go. . ." Clover murmured while looking at what appeared to be a mega skyscraper. It was wide and enamoring, which emphasized its good underlying business practices. It stretched high, providing accommodations for the evening for those who wished for a full night experience of Space Vegas. That or they were too drunk to fly home.Clover waltzed through the entrance, his one good eye scanning the room as he tried to figure out his footing. The lobby was well organized, but busy with customers. There were signs and labels for the various floors which the elevators could take you.Seems that there were eight restaurants all with bars, stand-alone bars, as well as a few floors dedicated to gambling. Of course, towards the top were more, precarious indulgences, but for now Clover was ravished. The tall and heavily muscled man drudged towards the elevator and selected a floor with a bar, then after a moment wait the doors opened with a chime."All right, let's find some meat." Clover spoke as he pushed a random floor button and the doors shut once more. He went up about a dozen stories before the metal box that housed him came to a halt. The ornate elevator doors opened to reveal a large room that was extravagantly decorated.It wasn't often that the Earthling veered from his home world, so when he did for work---it made for a bit of vacation as well. He ate well, he drank well, and he fought well. So long as all those things happened, Clover was a happy and healthy man.He strode towards the futuristic katchin coated bar top before taking a seat amongst the atmospheric party of middle-aged men and women. They had all saved for months to afford this getaway, and here Clover was blowing the money intended for his sister's chronic care for his own pleasure. He earned it right? Was it so greedy? He would be sure to save enough to pick up a few of Lily's medications from the apothecary before he wandered back to Earth and his dojo."I'll take sake, a big bottle please," Clover noted, winking at the bartender with his one exposed eye.The Earthling's choice of attire was a bit peculiar, hell, even a few whispers around the room echoed of his ordeal in the tournament earlier in the day. Anyone would be able to spot him in a crowd due to the weapon strapped to his back, which was unique. Or they could simply note the one-eyed purple dude as well. Both got the point across.Still, being a fighter wasn't the same as being an A-list celebrity. Their gossip soon quieted, and the white-haired man sat there with a small serving cup in his hand, while the other poured the warm sake into the cup."Yessss, no spills." Clover whispered under his breath prior to drawing the glass to his lips and indulging in the unique rice wine. His eyes darted across the room, taking in the company to such an establishment. Sure, there were folks his age, but most of this crowd seemed to be out of date and geriatric. Perhaps another floor would prove fruitful; well, after this bottle of course.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 14, 2019 23:54:15 GMT -5
For one stupid reason or another, Majin Ala was on Space Vegas. Why? Sly had told her about the place as he recovered from the thrashing she'd given him when the two had sparred. Well, not the two of them, Kho had been there too. But, the majority of the Majin woman's wrath had been directed at the mischievous gunslinging panda. Sly had attacked first, with a cheap shot to Ala while Kho was still explaining the rules of his game. She'd taken great offense to this, immediately whipped into a violent frenzy. But, that had all been in the past. Majin Ala could not fight at full strength for protracted lengths of time, and tired herself out before she could decisively close out victory in her two on one spar. Still, her new friends had looked significantly worse for wear following their beatings than she did. Regardless, she had sat around Sly's star ship as he regaled her with tales of his travels while nursing his head with a bottle of 200 proof Saiyan alcohol. The diminutive creature was soon slurring his words, talking about the time he struck it rich on Space Vegas and how he'd blown all his winning on a fast ship, fine women, and finer weapons. This piqued Majin Ala's curiosity. She'd never heard of a 'Space Vegas' before, only a much less interesting one in some desert on Earth. After further inquiry, Sly pointed out the locale on his star charts. From there Ala was a skip and a hop from her destination. And by that, she meant she was one good scream from arriving. With much focus and concentration, the mighty Majin tore open a rift in the Universe itself with her Vice Shout. It was the perfect technique for long distance travel, but she had to be careful with it. Ala had once received an intense lecture by the Supreme Kai that overdoing it could cause the fabric of the entire universe to collapse or something. Ala naturally half listened, but considering she lived in the universe, remained careful when using the technique all the same. Space Vegas itself proved to be exactly the sort of place the curious Majin could get used to. She was immediately blown away by the myriad of bright lights, blaring music, and wild colors of the Space Vegasian 'strip'. The Strip, as it was known, as the equatorial band of establishments that ringed the equator of the planet. One long walkway stretched down the center, and only the finest establishments lined the perimeter. Hotels the size of mega-skyscrapers, casinos that filled city blocks, sporting venues that could accommodate millions of spectators. Ala was noticeably culture shocked, being mostly used to the relatively quite ho-hum of Earth or less densely populated planets in the galaxy. She briefly considered how many billions inhabited this world, and how tasty of a feast they'd make. But she relented immediately, the last time she depopulated a world half a galaxy's worth of heroes at forcibly sealed her in a magic ball not dissimilar to the one Majin Buu was sealed away in. Ala was not keen to share her father's fate a second time for her gluttony, so she decided the people of Space Vegas would live... for now. Besides, there were important sights to take in. Her attention was immediately turned to the largest, and most impressive building in eyesight. A massive megascraper that quite literally reached to the edge of space. She craned her head back as she gazed upwards, to the point her neck would have snapped had she any bones. Ala let out a long whistle, and upon reading the sign emblazoned so large on the building it may well need a small power plant to sustain its operation, decided this was the place. 'The Cathedral of Avarice,' an incredibly regal and ostentatious name, both words that were beyond Majin Ala's lexicon. However, her attention had been grabbed, like so many upper middle class space tourists reading an online brochure. The voluptuous Majin made her way inside, admiring the ornate lobby and how it reminded her of castles and palaces where she'd assassinated and absorbed kings and queens in days long past. Ala walked up to the lobby's reception desk, the young xeno man there staring wide eyed at her very immodest attire. He had no idea what a Majin was, likely not even knowing the legends of Majin Buu. Assuming Ala to be some alien of a distant world, the man's more immediate concerns where elsewhere. The silence got awkward fast, and Ala proceeded to cough into her hand to get his attention once more. Immediately the man's eyes drifted upwards to meet her own black gaze, and Ala smiled back cheerfully as the receptionist blushed bright red. "Hi." She stated simply, waving her hand and wagging her long tail in excitement. "Um, Hello Ma'am." The man replied, straightening his tie. "Is there something I can help you with?" "Yes." Ala replied bluntly. "Does this place have any food? Is it good food?" Her stomach growled loudly with her words. The man paused for a second, that was not the question he expected. "Why yes, yes of course. The Cathedral has a dozen five star dining establishments, designed to suit all races and palettes." Most of that went in one ear and out the other for Ala, but she did hear several 'yes's', which was more than enough for her. "Ok, which one's closest!?" She inquired eagerly, mouth practically watering at the thought of whatever delicious food they served on this crazy planet. "Um... fifteenth floor. Elevators are that way." The receptionist replied meekly, pointing over the strange woman's shoulder. "Perfect, thanks." Ala replied sweetly, blowing the plan a kiss before turning so fast he couldn't perceive it. She appeared in front of the elevator, looking questioningly at the double doors. She knew how these worked, she just had to remember. A portly woman in a vampa beast fur coat waddled up besides the Majin, turning to give her a side eyed huff at her immodesty before pressing a button for her own elevator. Ala mimicked the woman, finding the number fifteen and pressing it eagerly. The woman's elevator arrived almost immediately, whereas Ala was left tapping her feet impatiently. She let out a low groan, watching the woman who had arrived after her depart first. Impatient as ever, Ala decided she'd waited long enough. She liquefied her body, sliding between the cracks in the door like ooze to the horror of the receptionist who'd been admiring her sizable derriere from his desk. In an instant she was gone, reforming herself inside the elevator shaft. Ala looked up, flying vertically and counting floors as she did. She arrived at fifteen moments later, once more liquefying and sliding under the doorway like a pink puddle of ooze. Patrons on the far side were shocked, gasping and heaving, visibly confused as the strange pink goop reformed itself into a voluptuous woman with clothing, jewelry, and hair no less. Ala simply dusted herself off and carried on like nothing had occurred. The Majin woman quickly made her way towards the bar tops, finding an empty seat and quickly occupying it. She paid little attention to the company she now shared, though the Majin lifted her head slightly and sniffed at the air. She smelled blood, and sweat, and battle. It came from the man next to her, weapon sheathed across his back. Pirate? Mercenary? Gladiator? No matter, she was too hungry to care about the stranger beyond initial curiosity. When the barkeep arrived he gazed wide eyed at the woman. Ala was... quite the sight compared to most of the patrons of this establishment. Bright pink skin did not help her case, especially among the more muted humanoids like Saiyans, Kabochans, and Earthlings with their biege skin. "What'll you be having Miss?" The man said with a lecherous look in his eyes. "Food!" Ala blurted out in response, mouth now actually salivating. The bartender looked puzzled, and annoyed. Did this bimbo not know this was a bar? "I only serve drinks. Buffets that way toots." He said gruffly, attention quickly shifting to actual patrons with actual orders. Ala turned her head, puzzled but sated, looking to the far side of the restaurant where the buffet awaited. She turned to Clover, barely meeting his eyes. "This is my seat, I'll be right back..." She informed him, before hopping up and again shifting to the buffet in a blinding dash of speed that scared a waitress half to death. There was fast, then there was Majin Ala. She wanted to just dig in, and devour everything in sight. It all smelled so delicious, but upon seeing patrons taking plates and simply heaping them with food she relented. Things tended to go more smoothly and have less yelling when Ala copied others. So she waved out a hand and lifted up several dozen plates to orbit around her like moons with her telekinesis. The Majin eagerly piled each one absurdly high with food, to the point she needed carefully focus on balancing them with her mind. The Majin woman then returned to her seat at the bar, walking at a leisurely gate so as to not spill her meal. She took her seat next to the smelly Earthling warrior, carefully arranging her dozens of plates as best she could with the limited bar top real estate. Many of them now sitting in what was her neighbor's 'personal space', as if that mattered to her. Ala was about to dig into her veritable feast, only to finally notice she was the only one at the bar with actual plates of food. She turned to meet the stranger's probing gaze, before finally addressing him. "How come you only have that to drink?" She asked innocently, pointing a finger at his sake bottle. "They have food over that way." She added, gesturing back towards the buffet.
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Post by Queen Kuueru on Feb 16, 2019 10:06:03 GMT -5
FEELIN' LUCKY? Clover was enjoying the atmosphere. Surely in the higher levels of the building the rich flaunted their riches and socialites made tea. These people differed, they were all working just as hard as him in life, with whatever array of hobbies and careers they held. They were all here to have a decent evening and for something out of the norm of their mundane lives. Perhaps Clover was too. His gloved fingertips ran through his wild gray locks, he had been so preoccupied with relaxing, he had ignored the elephant in the room. Yes, his sake! It had been a minute too long since his last shot. With a dorky grin upon his face, Clover drank. Shoulders slumped, and posture failed. He was now slouching at the bar, his folded arms beneath him the only thing managing to keep him upright. Slumber sounded nice; perhaps he had exerted too much energy during the fights. Maybe even more than he thought. He yawned, his tired face looking towards the bartend with an absent look. Should he get more here, or travel to one of the other bars in the building? Alas, what energy did he need to have a good drink? He poured himself another small glass before scattered voices amongst the patrons all littered through the air. Everyone was looking towards the elevator, and making it known that something was off. The pink blob of putty had formed and grew. It took the shape of a woman, her frame clothed in rather roomy white pants and some excuse for a shirt up top. Not that Clover could talk, his entire upper torso was flailing about the bar. While their eyes and attention all focused on the pinnacle topic of this pink lady, Clover managed to keep his back turned. Perhaps if he ignored it, and whatever aura was radiating from it, he could at least finish his drink, and move on to the next fun spot of the night, hopefully away from whatever was tickling his bad mojo radar. Surely, this new arrival was just some odd-ball Xeno race with strange abilities, it was plausible right? What was so odd about that? Still, there was something enormous about her. Clover put on his best poker face as the creature drew closer and closer to his roost for the night. Whoever she was, she acted with the impatience of a child, yet in a very adult package. The man's one blue marble of an eye found itself rolling over her figure as she made her exuberant arrival. Whoever she was, she had no modesty in letting it be known of her arrival. "Food!" She blurted out, Clover's ears paying the consequence. He cleared his throat and downed yet another glass, yet his jug was feeling a little lighter these days. Clover sighed, his forehead coming to rest in the palm of his free hand as he nursed a bit of a headache. Sure, dehydrating yourself would only worsen a headache, but for the Earthling it would postpone it until the next day. Then he would worry about it then, again, and again. It was a vicious cycle, but it worked for the traveling tournament trident dude. Luckily for now the pink woman seemed too caught up in finding nourishment and neglected to mince words with the warrior. Clover adjusted himself in his seat. His long extremities were limber and loose, the alcohol was finally taking an effect and drowning out the pain of his endeavors today. A sigh of relief wet his throat in this moment of quiet after the Majin wandered off to explore the buffet. Clover would be lying if he said he hadn't thought about grabbing himself a plate or two, alas, the crowds around the table like sharks threw him off. He would wait for it to clear out, that or go to one of the dozens of other eateries in this very building. Perhaps even one with a more organized dining experience. One where he didn't have to pay to serve himself. After the woman realized where the buffet was, she was off in that direction, promptly informing Clover to protect her seat. Not that anyone really wanted to sit next to the Earthling. He probably should have showered before coming out. It wasn't that he was stinky, more so he felt disgusting. The gasps continued with the woman's rampage. While Clover couldn't tell that that strange new arrival was trying to blend in and prevent abrasion, her telekinetically filling a dozen plates made it odd anyhow. Clover found himself chuckling at the sound of chaos, a cacophony of scattered voices, appall, and disgust. Most murmured about how a woman of that size would even eat a dozen plates worth a food, others just wanted to linger and watch. Surely, that was a fetish, watching women gorge themselves and swell to new dimensions. That didn't stop the pink lady from returning, taking her seat next to him, and carefully arranging the plethora of heaping plates, which came into his personal bubble and elbow room. He shifted his weight, his body arching away from the meal to allow the woman room to eat. The plum colored jacket that hung snug over his broad shoulders swayed as he listened to the woman spoke. He turned to face her this time though, his cold gaze meeting her black eyes. She was an oddity, something brewing with latent power; yet he wasn't unnerved, no, her was much too excited. "Oh, I see that now. I should probably wait a bit though," Clover spoke, downing the last bit of his alcohol before nudging the jug and small serving glass back across the bar top towards the tender. He smiled towards them and nodded his head in appreciation for the drink. Sooner or later the contents of that sake would run rampant in his bloodstream, but for now he would suffice with the slight buzz and slur to his words. His face turned towards the variety of food that loomed in front of her. There were all sorts of culturally diverse meals, all prepared decently, well, as decent as it could be for a buffet line. Typically, food sitting under a heat lamp for even an hour was subpar. Still, the bargain of an all you can eat buffet would always be beneficial to a Saiyan, or any other race that could consume copious amounts of solid food. "I'm sure it will taste decently, I hear the dessert bar here is the best," Clover spoke gingerly, his head turning to notate yet another buffet in another corner that housed a chocolate fountain, ice cream machines, cookies, cakes and the like. Mostly kids and middle-aged women lingered around that table, their greedy and more than likely filthy fingers drudging through the basin of chocolate candies. "Though, I suspect there are even better restaurants in this place," Clover spoke, his attention jerking back towards the bartender as he ordered another drink. This time his words bargained for something stronger, a pure liquor, it's amber color pooling in the glass put before the warrior. He picked it up slowly and took another long drag, though in his tipsy state a dribble ran down his chin, chest, and bare stomach. "Damn it."
The man hastily took a few of the napkins provided and dabbed himself like a mother would their child. Alas, this was a man. A full-grown man that missed his mouth. "I don't think I have, seen someone like you before. I've fought in a lot of tournaments, where did you come from?"
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Post by Deleted on Feb 16, 2019 15:06:47 GMT -5
Majin Ala was a ravenous glutton, devouring her meal with a kind of zeal and fury only a half demon at a hot dog stand could rival. It was an expression she'd heard somewhere once before, it never made much sense to her then or now. Mercifully, the woman actually used silverware, though only because she was in a social setting. Ala had learned mimicry was the best form of flattery, and as a result silverware and the vaguest understanding of table etiquette was employed among the public. Were she alone or among private company, the Majin glutton would quite literally be trying to shovel food into her mouth as fast as possible. This was especially easy with elastic biology, her speed impeded only by her desire to actually taste her meal. She looked over to the stranger on her left, chewing a mouthful of food as she puzzled over his words. "Why? It's food. It's right over there. Food's supposed to be eaten. Go eat some." The notion of 'waiting' when food was readily available was almost as alien to the Majin as she was to most of the patrols of this establishment. Men that had moments ago looked upon her with lustful gazes were quickly reconsidering upon watching how voraciously she ate. It was a rather... excited display of hunger. Ala returned to her meal, closing her eyes and happily munching away in contentment as she devoured her feast. The bar tender seemed particularly annoyed, he'd likely had to clean this mess up when she was finished. However, Ala's eyes opened wide and her head snapped to the side with sickening speed at the mention of the word dessert. "They have dessert?" The strange pink woman questioned, sniffing at the air eagerly. Of course, the stench of the sweaty neighbor had blinded her from the truth. So many tasty scents, and that was not one of them. Food, drink, and most of all dessert. Ala looked back at her new friend, brow furrowed in mild annoyance. "You should have told me earlier. I love dessert. Also, you smell bad. Were you training? You smell... sweaty, and like blood. I'm glad I don't do those." Ala stuck out her blue tongue and mock gagged at the notion. Bleeding? Sweating? No, she just shot out steam, and only when sufficiently worked up. Otherwise it was all rubber, all the time. Without saying a word, Ala began to get up from her seat. Except, she didn't. She remained seated, still enjoying her meal. Her brow however, was furrowed in concentration. Using her Majin Fission, a blob like humanoid pulled its way from her back. It quickly sprouted legs, before its limbs grew more defining features like fingers and toes. Within moments the blob had separated completely, shaping clothes, jewelry, and hair from its taffy like form. A woman fainted upon watching the display, but Ala paid her no mind, distracted by her food. Her duplicate finally finished shapeshifting, forming a perfect doppelganger of the Majin woman. "Ok I need you to..." Ala said as she chewed a mouthful of food. "...Go get us dessert!" Ka replied, mind on the same wavelength. They were after all, two halves of one strange being. Majin Ka didn't hesitate, shifting to the dessert bar in a flash of Rapid Movement. She immediately reached for the chocolate fountain, deciding it much too large and bulky for her seat at the bar. The gluttonous Majin simply grabbed it wholesale, tilting it upright and pouring its contest down her waiting maw. Her tail swished eagerly, and dismayed onlookers watched as she guzzled down gallons of chocolate meant to be shared by the entire restaurant. Her stomach distended, sloshing to the point she looked heavily pregnant as she finished. Ka let out a content sigh, setting the now empty fountain down and looking at her distended midsection. She furrowed her brow, sucking in her gut until you couldn't even notice the difference. A waiter informed her she couldn't do that, which Ka simply brushed off and reach for plates. She telekinetically tool them all, loading them with the entire contents of the dessert bar all with a wide smile plastered on her face. Despite the protests of staff, Ka could not dissuaded. It was after all, an All You Can Eat buffet. Unfortunately, all she can eat exceeded what one feeble restaurant could provide. Majin Ka made her way back to the bar, the center of attention as a convoy of plates drifted behind her. Ka sat down at Clover's left, whereas Ala remained at his right. Seeing how Ka had more food than she did, and it was dessert no less, Ala got silently jealous of her other half. She then in turn rose from her seat, to clean out what remained of the normal buffet and bring that back as her second helping. "There's better restaurants here too?" Ka questioned, mind already racing with new thoughts. Sly was right, Space Vegas was great. She had however, immediately forgotten the receptionist had already told her exactly what dining services the place offered. She'd zoned the man out after hearing what she needed to. "I wanna see them, I hope their food is just as good." She happily added, before digging into her sugary feast. Ala returned and reseated herself at Clover's right. One Majin beauty at his left, the other at his right, and approximately zero real estate left on the bar top for his drinks. Plates covered every conceivable inch of space, though space began clearing up as the duo began stacking up the empty ones. The two both paused, swallowing their current mouthfuls in unison as they listened to the man talk. "I'm a Majin." They both responded at once, giving the stranger a tempting smile. "I'm Majin Ala." Stated the one at his right. "And I'm Majin Ka." Added in the one at his left. "Majin Ka is Majin Ala, but Majin Ala is not Majin Ka." The right Majin, the original of the two chimed in. As she spoke her duplicate nodded along in agreement, returning to her confectionery feast. "I came from Ala." Ka finally added, responding to the latter half of the question. "He's not asking about you!" Ala said as she glared at her counterpart. "Well it's still true!" Ka said with a huff, returning to her superior meal. Ala's gaze turned back to the man, and she batted her long eyelashes before she began to speak. The man had a certain, dashing look about him. Even if he smelled bad and had one eye. "I came from Majin Buu. He's my dad, but he's busy sleeping right now. All of us did, well, sort of." Ala stopped to consider the logistics of her explanation. "Buu made me, and my siblings. Some of us split and made other Majins. And those do the same, over and over. From one came many, even if there's not really that many of us..." She was slightly saddened by her own words. Earthlings got a whole planet, Saiyans got like ten, but you couldn't even fill a small city with every Majin out there. It just wasn't fair. Ala's tail silently slunk around the warrior, coiling up to his drink and wrapping around the glass. "What is this? I wanna try it?" With that her tail plucked the half finished glass from the bar top, lifting it to her lips. The Majin swallowed contents without thought in one gulp. She made quite the face as the aftertaste hit her. "BLEGH!" She said as her face contorted in disgust. "You drink that stuff... on purpose? Dumb." If alcohol even had an effect on Ala, it would take an extraordinary amount. She set back the glass and withdrew her tail, still looking at the warrior in disgust and confusion. "Now I wanna know about you. What's your name, where are you from? Why are you here? Have you been to Earth? Ever blown up a planet? Are you a warrior, you look like one. Why do you smell so bad? Do you like me? And can I be your friend?" Ala rattled off her questions like a machine-gun, breathing only once she finished. She reached for more food to stuff her face as she eagerly awaited the stranger's reply. There was little 'nuance' or 'subtlety' to the woman, Majin Ala treated conversation the way she treated everything. Excessively and with boundless energy.
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Post by Queen Kuueru on Feb 17, 2019 0:29:40 GMT -5
FEELIN' LUCKY? Clover's eye wandered back over to the woman who engulfed her meal with a passion. Many a meat, vegetable and starch make their way into her gaping maw. Clover merely sat there, his eye glazed over as he wondered where all the food managed to disappear. If it were up to him, he would pretend it to be some sort of extradimensional vortex of a stomach. Indeed, the amount of morsels she was putting away only left Clover to wonder how expensive of a husband she would want in life. His stupid grin managed to creep even higher as he sat at the bar beside the self-proclaimed Majin. "If I eat too soon after a work out I'll cramp up! Jeez, what are ya my mom?" Clover cried. The thirty-something man sat up in his seat, his free hand reaching for the coat draped over him to pull it tighter upon his broad shoulder. With a tired smile he looked towards the woman after his mention of desserts. Her attention managed to magnetize towards where he directed immediately. She was eager, and ready to receive some sugary treats. Despite this, she managed to berate the man with a few more questions. Firstly, she expressed her love of desserts, then his stench. He sighed, his eyes rolling before he could muster up the reply. "I suppose I was training, I guess, in a way I was. But no, there was a martial arts tournament earlier in the day. I participated in that. The matches just ended, so now I am free to explore the city a bit. Hm, perhaps I was too eager to go out, I apologize if my stench offends you." Clover offered, his head bowing slightly before he reached to scratch the back of his it apologetically. Clove quickly noted the blue and teasing tongue as it parted its way from her lips provokingly. A hearty chuckle filled the air and the Earthling averted his gaze at suck a teasing display. Somehow there was another surprise planned by Ala that the Earthling wasn't prepared for. His body tensed as the changes began. Firstly, there was a growth from her back, then it mutated exponentially. Clover tried his best to pretend that everything was the norm, alas, something odd was taking place in this bar. He took another quick drag off the liquor before inhaling sharply to control his whirling mind. Either this liquor had caught up with him, or someone spiked his drink, right? That was when the tumor that seemed to be sprouting from Ala was becoming something quite more. It managed to mimic limbs, before long the putty ball of a woman was forming a mirror image of Ala in every sense of the word. It was odd to see the two women side by side, but they still somehow acted differently, sometimes even arguing among themselves. Clover managed to keep everything organized within his head, but at this point he felt more detective than he needed to. As curious as he was about the women, he tried his best to contain his questions for now. Ala ordered the doppelganger off to take care of dessert right after her birth. Clove could only imagine what would suit as dessert for a race with such a substantial appetite. She must have caused quite the uprising, because even as far away as they sat, they could hear the odd gasps and shifts in tone. Whoever still was in this place after Ala's earlier escapades were merely here for the entertainment for the evening. Clover twisted towards Ala as he spoke. "That's what I heard at least. There's a steakhouse on the 19th floor," Clover replied at the inquiry of better restaurants. However, he wasn't sure just how far a Majin's appetite could branch. He adjusted himself beneath the maroon cloak before he ultimately wore it normally as a jacket. Maybe the cold air was getting to the Earthling tonight? Long maroon sleeves slid over his muscular arms and shielded his torso from view except for the teasing gap that gave a preview in the front. Zipping things up were for squares. Ala's doppelganger eventually returned, and with her even more plates than what Ala had originally brought. Instead however, they were all heaped with delectable desserts of all varieties. Clover sighed as his room at the bar managed to shrink even further. Awkwardly the tall man sat, his arms tightly knit to his body and his drink carefully in hand. He took a long sip, his lips and tongue savoring the alcohol as he managed to divide his attention between the two pink women both of which beckoned his interest with inquiries. He found himself cramped between the two curvaceous bodies, yet entirely focused on other things. This wasn't going to be the typical Saturday night victory celebration. No, he was much more on edge despite the liquor pouring through his veins. Now, there was a slight flush to his cheeks. Eventually the new arrival introduced herself as Majin Ka. It was an odd relationship between the two females, but they were certainly connected at the brain. Clover rubbed his stubble covered chin, his lips staying glued to his glass. Their story was interesting, but he was wary of anyone he didn't know. The two bickered like sisters, but they spoke together as if they were one cohesive person. It was odd, and something to get used to, but he adapted easily enough. Could these women not be so odd after all? Perhaps the most shocking revelation of the entire conversation was the mention of ancestry. Ala proclaimed to be a descendant of Majin Buu himself. He looked at the woman's soft features before his body shifted away from facing either woman. His attention stayed on the bartender from now on. She did kind of favor him in color, perhaps even appetite. He accepted her statement as fact for now. After a crash course on the history of Majins, their way of procreation, and how much of a population they took up in the universe, the briefing was over. Clover could confidently say that he had some sort of knowledge about Majins and their biology or procreation methods. Moments more passed before the man noticed a feeling of warmth around his backside. It was a tail of course, belonging to a certain Majin to his right. The man scowled as she took hold of his glass and pulled it o her face. He had to hold back a laugh as the woman reacted to the bitter taste of liquor. Apparently, he enjoyed the taste, but the side effects of the alcohol were also enticing. Perhaps it was a punishment for Ala for being so brazen and taking a drink out of his hand. For now, he silently enjoyed her complaints. "Blegh? I mean, it's something to ease pain! Not add to your blood sugar---if you even have blood that is." Clover argued tiredly, his cheerful expression managed to lock eyes with the woman to his right, Ala. Not wanted to keep all his attention on one, he tried his best to juggle his mannerisms, body language, and speech between the two 'sisters'. What followed in this odd meeting was surprising to the young warrior. A barrage of questions pelted his face with a burning curiosity coming from the pink women. His eyebrows furrowed as he thought over the questions and prepared what he could call a response. In a similar fashion to their asking, Clover rapid fired his answers back. "I am Clover. That's my name. I am from planet Earth, you're right on that. I live right outside of East City where my family owns a martial arts and weapon specializations dojo. I explained a bit, but I am here in a martial arts tournament ironically tonight. Like I said, I'm an Earthling so yes---I have been there. NO, I have never blown up a planet, though, I've never tried. I am a warrior, a practicer of martial arts, a lover of self-improvement. Do I smell bad? Ugh. Kame. I…" Suddenly the man looked self-conscious. His shoulders slumped, and his plump bottom lip managed to form a pout. The warrior looked toward both the Majin women before he managed to finish the interview. Perhaps there wouldn't be anymore questions or comments on his odor, but he certainly was sniffing the air to ensure they weren't just poking fun. "Yes, you seem nice. Why wouldn't I like you. I suppose we can be friends too, why not?" Clover lamented about as enthusiastically as he could muster. His body leaned into the bar as he tried to catch his breath after the machine gun of questions. The man abruptly finished his drink, his body shooting upwards from the bar before backing away slowly and carefully as to not cause an avalanche of dirty plates. He had no idea what he was doing but his body was moving without thought. Quickly he grabbed a plate and added four giant cookies before moving towards the ice cream machine. He handmade four ice cream sandwiches of different varieties of cookie and cream filling before moving towards the savory bar. He pulled a prime cut of meat from the pickings and returned to his seat with a smile. Before Ala he placed the ice cream desserts. Before Ka he placed the meat, perhaps it could wet the woman's appetite a bit more. "Not sure you want to be friends with a weirdo like me though ladies," Clover spoke, his cyan eye looking to and from both of the pink women at his side. "I'm a pretty boring guy, not much of interest here."
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Post by Deleted on Feb 18, 2019 17:09:11 GMT -5
Ala laughed and simply shook her head no. "Nope, I'm not your mom. You're the wrong color, silly." As if color was the defining physiological difference between an Earthling and a magical bubblegum creature. The Majin woman listened along eagerly, enjoying her food as she did. "A tournament? Ahhh... lucky. I love fighting. I'm the best at it!" She boastfully declared, puffing out her chest proudly. That certainly attracted the eyes of many a patron further down the bar. "I don't mind if you're stinky, at least you aren't mean. If you smelled bad, and you were mean, I'd be mad. Real mad." Ala did not elaborate further on the consequences of her anger. Besides, delicious foods were blocking out the sweaty musk of the Earthling and his unpleasant tasting drink. The original Majin's face lit up at the word steakhouse. "Oh, I love steak! Meat is yummy... but I still like candy more." Though her face looked a big quizzical as she watched her new friend adjust his outfit. "Are you cold mister? I could breath some fire. That might warm you up." Ala was ultimately caring, albeit about as blunt as an anvil and as subtle as a freight train. "I don't really get cold. Unless its magic cold. Or space. Space is chilly, and it feels so empty." She mused for a bit on how terrible space was, before taking another bite of her meal. "Space is dumb. There should be more planets." More expert analysis by someone who had taken the liberty of removing several planets in her lifetime. As if the universe being a crowded gumball machine of worlds would be any better. "Hey!" Ka said bluntly, watching her new friend suppressing a laugh at Ala's expense. "Not funny." The two said in unison, nodding before Ala proceeded to wash away the taste with ever more food. "Ease pain?" The two asked again in unison, shaking their heads. "Naw, don't need it. Pain doesn't hurt. I mean... hmm..." Ala raised a hand to her chin, crossing her legs as she stumbled over how to word it. Majin Ka tossed her a cupcake, and she happily munched it up. "Thanks." She said to herself, speaking through a mouthful of full. "What I mean is. I heal too fast. Yup. Majins bounce back. Just regenerate everything. Sometimes I get hit so hard I turn into goo.""It's no fun." Majin Ka blurted out, adding her two sense to the conversation. "Yes, no fun. Unless I meant to do it. Reforming is easy, just takes ki. And I got lots, and lots, and lots of ki. Pink ki!" Another crucial detail, though there was truth to her statement. It was indeed, exceedingly pink ki. "Oh yeah, no blood either. Just Majin." Ka added in, tossing her cohort a donut to snack on. "Just spit. Oh, and steam." The dessert hungry doppelganger concluded, finishing their short list of bodily fluids. Ala nodded along in agreement, another crash course in their weird magical biology. The two Majin beauties actually stopped stuffing their faces to listen as Clover answered their bevvy of questions. They nodded along in eager fascination, always content to learn more about others. It came with the territory, Majin Ala absorbed more than just physical beings and devouring food. She hungered for knowledge, understanding, and insight. There was so much left unexplained in the universe, and no one had ever stopped to try and teach her. It was why she'd learned she must teach herself. Or, you know, steal the accumulated knowledge and memories of hundreds of warriors across the ages. Teaching! "Clover." Ala replied simply, seeing how the name felt rolling off her tongue. "Clo-ver." Ka said as well, putting extra space on the syllables. "Hmm. It's too long a name." They admitted in unison. "But... Clo sounds too much like Kho. I'll get confused." The pair nodding at each other in agreement. They looked back to the one eyed martial artist, before addressing him in unison. "Ok, I'll call you Clover then. Cause that's your name, even if it is long. Names should be short, like mine is." They explained, offering no further elaboration behind their thought process. "So you're from Earth." Ala said, mostly to herself as she returned to her food. "I'm from Earth too. But I haven't been there in a long time. Except to fight Sly and Kho. That was fun." Ala and Ka let out sighs in unison, eating their food more slowly, for once. "Everything on Earth is different from when I left. Everyone's dead, or old. Or missing. I don't know what I'm supposed to do." The two did manage to perk up slightly, quickly getting off their brief but telling spell of sullenness. "Aw, you should blow up a planet. I have, its fun. But you gotta eat everyone first, otherwise its a waste. And don't feel bad about your smell Clover. You just need a bath." Ala said, giving the Earthling a warm smile. As if hygiene and genocide belonged in the same sentence. "I am pretty nice." Majin Ka admitted with a grin, leaning in and wrapping her arms around the warrior's broad shoulders. "Yeah, I'm super nice. But some people don't like me cause I'm a 'threat to the galaxy at large'." Majin Ala chimed in, doing the same as she draped herself around the man's opposite side. The two were surprised when Clover shot to his feet, and instinctively peeled themselves off him. They watched with curious black eyes as he stormed over to the buffet and retrieved them assorted dishes. "Cookies AND ice cream?" Majin Ala squealed. "And steak!" Majin Ka said excitedly. The two tore into their respective entrees, having long since already devoured everything else and showing no apparent signs of slowing down. When they finished they let out a sigh, looking down at their distended bellies. The two Majin's brows furrowed, they looked shockingly pregnant. One quick suck of the gut and they were back to their usual hourglass forms. "Much better." They agreed, patting their seemingly bottomless tums. The two got a saddened look in their eyes when Clover addressed himself as boring, once more they practically wrapped around him trying to console the warrior. "You're not a weirdo. You're an Earthling. Earthlings are pretty normal. Yah, they don't even have tails or horns or wings or scales." The two talked over each other, finishing each other's sentences as Ala's distressed consciousness waxed between her fissions. "Ladies?" They added with a giggle. "No no no, I told you silly. Majin Ka is Majin Ala, but Majin Ala is not Majin Ka." They nodded along in unison as they finished their paradoxical explanation for the second time this evening. The two then cleared each of their throats, blushing a slight red at their cheeks. "You're not boring. You're a martial artist, from earth, and you're nice. And you fed me." The two rattled off their reasoning, going back and forth as they did. "But, more important. I... don't have a lot of friends. There's not a lot of Majins out there. That's why I made Ka, and Zams, you haven't met them yet. So I'd always have a friend..." Ala said, sniffling a bit. "Even if that friend is just me." Ka finished the sentence, now sniffling as well. "And that's why I wanna make more friends!" She admitted, reaching over to hug her own doppelganger, the two Majins sobbing softly to each other before they fused back into one. The reconstituted Majin Ala now sat sniffling in Clover's broad lap, tail wrapped tenderly around the man who'd been a stranger only minutes ago. Ala's concentration had slipped slightly, and the man's bar stool audible groaned in protest at the weight pressing down on it. With her emotional flare up, the passive Telekinesis the Majin woman used to mask her extreme density and weight ha wavered slightly. She felt like she weighed half a ton sitting against Clover's thigh. "Sorry!" She muttered embarrassed, blushing once more as she hopped back to her own seat. Mentally redoubling her focus to not let her dirty little secret out of the bag again. "So..." Majin Ala added sheepishly. "You will be my friend?"
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Post by Queen Kuueru on Feb 19, 2019 21:40:32 GMT -5
FEELIN' LUCKY? The conversation seemed to be flowing along despite the women still eating at a hefty pace. Clover continued to squirm around in his seat. He felt a bit cramped to be honest, but it wasn't so bad. The Earthling had barely noticed another drink in front of him, and a sly look playing upon the bartender's face who served it. "Ah, thank you," He spoke, though not immediately reaching for the glass just yet. He let Ala talk about how good she was at fighting. Clove didn't doubt the woman; her power was evident from the weight in the room. Clover wasn't some flea either. With both roaring energies ripping through the air, there was no wonder why most of the floor's patrons were hugging the far opposite side of the building. Clover would have been too if the woman hadn't chosen him to interact with. Another sigh teased his tongue, it was interesting listening to a Majin talk, or at least Ala, they seemed so childish. At the same time, his eyes would be lying if he saw anything other than a fully blossomed woman, well, two of them. Topics swapped to temperature after he had shielded himself in his jacket. The Majin had offered a breath of hot fire to warm him up. He waved his hands frantically, quickly declining her help in that category. While he was sure she honestly wanted to help him, he was terrified of how many flames this woman could spit. Ala lamented her relationship with space. Yes, it was indeed a cold place, void of much of anything interesting. Ala proposed the solution of adding more planets, though Clover could barely name a couple in this quadrant of the galaxy. He wasn't dumb; on land he could navigate and track like the best of them. He got off track and confused easily however. "I don't travel the stars too much. At least, not too far. Gotta stay close to home," Clover spoked Alas, the conversation had already taken a twist down the path of pain. Clover eyed the glass upon the countertop as Ala made mention of the topic. The Earthling nodded and listened intently as she explained her extensive regenerative abilities as a Majin. It was a lot to take in, a lot to learn. Who would want to face such a foe in battle? He shuttered at the thought and tried to tune back into the expansive conversation. "I see. Must be a useful skill. I just try my best to avoid the pain in the ass of getting hurt. Seems to work out decently," Clover spoke in contrast to the woman with an amazing resilience. She could take a pounding and have little to show for it from a physical standpoint. Clover wanted to see this Ala in battle to see how she used her skills to her advantage. If she was truly the warrior she said she was, the best so to speak, then she must have been a prodigy as well as fought a bounty of strong people. You must cement your claim after all. Just as his speed too a good amount of ki to back, so did the woman's healing abilities. Seems that not even the woman was a bottomless pit of energy, though she professed to have bountiful amounts. "Regenerate huh? And goo. Sounds like battles with you are messy!" Clover chuckled, his nose tinged with peaches as the alcohol heated his blood. He dodged out of the way as a cupcake flew passed his fast from one Majin to the next. More anatomy. The woman spoke on her bodily fluids. As short as the list was, Clover was somewhat glad he didn't have to go into much detail about that sort of thing. While he didn't mind pointing out the anatomy of a person by ripping them open with his spear, something about fluids other than blood made him squirm. Saliva even. Kame knows he didn't want to see what she meant by steam. Ironically, when it came time for Clover to speak, the women slowed their eating and paid him attention. The grey-haired man noted their shift in behavior before reaching for his glass again and drawing it to his lips. He held it there for a while, not setting it back down again. "Yes, Clover. It's erm. I'm named after a plant I guess. But hey, some superstitious folks regard clovers as lucky. Especially if they have four leaves. I've still got all four of my arms and legs, so I'm going to count that as somethi-hic. Symbolic. . ."The man managed to finish his sentence without another hiccup. Alas, at least the woman decided to go with his name, his actual name, and not some god-awful nickname like the others when he was a child. Flower boy, girl name, the list went on and on. Ala returned to her meal, but then suddenly dropped the truth bomb that she was from Earth. He paused, looked her, then Ka up and down before nodding quietly. Technically, anyone born on Earth could be considered and Earthling, apart from costly and timely planet immigration processes. She dropped names like Sly, and Kho as if he was supposed to know who they were. Despite him being a fellow Earthling, he didn't much keep up with others outside of his dojos or matches. That being said, it could just be lucky that Clover just happened to of never heard of the two. He just kept ushering the woman along with subtle nodes and smiles. "So you left? Now you don't know what to do? No guidance huh?" Clover spoke, his gaze setting off towards the multicolored liquor bottles glinting in the dim lights. He thought about that for a moment. Something so powerful, in the vessel of a childlike mind and temper. It was grounds for genocide. Then, she offered Clover something mind blowing; that the man destroys planets himself. Alas, there was a necessary primary step; eating the inhabitants of the planet beforehand. As much as he wanted to suggest that it was impossible for an Earthling to do such, he lied. "Oh wow, maybe I'll give it a try sometime? There are a few suns on New Namek I'd like to knock out." At first, he felt it on his left. The weight of Ka pressing into him and bearing down upon his one shoulder. His upper body tilted but was soon evened out by the other Majin to his right. That was his queue. He was off, and left the two behind like sad puppies, alas he returned quickly, and the women were delighted. He breathed a sigh of relief and managed to get their unnerving and probing hands off him for a bit longer. Even if they managed to eat the treats in a minute flat, that was a minute of tranquility with his drink. Perhaps if he managed to get a few more in, he would make it through the night with the flamboyant pink girl duo. Clover's lips curved into a grin, his one eye locking onto Ala creepily. "Normal huh? Earthlings are normal? They don't have any tails, horns, wings or scales, eh?" The man chuckled, his drunken acts now becoming painfully obvious as he carried on. "What if I told you, there is a secret behind this eyepatch of mine?" Clover teased, not knowing if the Majin would be intrigued by his mysterious revelation. The prospect of some hidden horn, appendage, or who knows? A maw of rows and rows of jagged teeth? Clover was so deep into his elaborate trick on the two that he hadn't noticed their bodies slink around him. His muscles grew ridged and the look upon his face said it all. 'What is happening?' "Not a lot of friends? Huh, well I guess I really don't have that many either. I'm doing just fine!" Clover proclaimed, his drink raising once more before another swig was down the hatch. He paused and listened to the woman speak of her creation of friends, and how they both plotted to gain more and more friends. It was a noble cause, Clover would be sure to try and make himself more friends in the future. He needed to get out more. Soon the women were hugging in his lap, sobbing over one another before they fused back. Clover downed the rest of his drink and sat the glass down with a satisfying clink. Ala was now one again, yet still in his lap. While he didn't mind a woman in his space, it was rather awkward trying to console a stranger, in your lap who suddenly felt thousands of times heavier. Wait, heavier? The world seemed to spin. It began with an immense pressure, his lower half going numb for a moment before he could react, he then shifted, his hand bracing the small of her back as he maintained the weight of the woman. Clover was doing his best to save the stool beneath them. He now stood in a squat, his rear managing to stop from breaking through the chair, perhaps even the floor below it. The woman apologized, her pink cheeks managing to find a new shade as she returned to her seat. Still, she recovered quickly, her questions still simple and pure. Clover simply nodded. His face was blue. The man quickly pounded upon his chest. With a face devoid of oxygen, the man completely forgot about the liquor in his mouth when her mass shifted. It went down the wrong pipe, but luckily Clover managed. He coughed a few times to clear his throat before smiling towards Ala. "Of course, I'll be your friend. So long as you'll be mine I suppose," Clover added the clause before prying himself from his chair. His boots moved with a slight stagger, but he played it off as swagger. The tall man made his way to the elevator, unaware if the Majin even noticed him. The Earthling quickly pressed the call button on the elevator before the doors reopened. He stood there for a moment, looking at the directory while trying to figure out what to do next. Knowing his luck, Ala followed him, joined him in the elevator, and then proceeded to hit every floor's button.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 21, 2019 13:11:20 GMT -5
"You're welcome!" Majin Ala replied cheerfully to Clover's comment, manners were an important part of communication after all. She did look slightly saddened to learn he was not a star crossing adventure seeker like herself. That was half the fun of the Universe. It was such a big place, it felt like there was always so much more to explore. In five hundred years Ala felt she'd barely scratched the surface, and she'd been to quite a few planets. Removed a few of them from the maps in the process, but she technically had been to them. "Oh, well. Home is good too. Yup." She replied sheepishly, unsure if she should press that issue further. In truth much of the reason she even wandered was because Earth had never really felt like home. Nowhere did, and that's what hurt the most about it. If she had a real home, she wouldn't be inclined to roam the universe searching for one. Ala listened eagerly to all of Clover's responses, though she did take offense to his thoughts of regeneration. "Hey!" She blurted out. "It's not messy. I don't bleed all over like you do." Within a few moments though all was forgiven, she wasn't good at grudges anyways. She looked wistfully past the man when he commented on her leaving Earth. "Yup. I left. I didn't know where to go... I just went." That explanation made sense to her, even if she couldn't eloquently explain it. Earth hadn't been a place for a Majin, maybe no place was. Why had Buu made them? For family? He just ended up leaving them. Why leave family alone with no place to go. Majin Ala hated him for that, but she missed him too dearly to dwell on that hate. She just wished she could sit down and ask him 'why?' Instead she roamed the universe searching for answers to questions she didn't think had them. And that was no fun, even for her. It angered Majin Ala greatly when Clover boasted about not having many friends and still doing fine. Steam erupted from her and her clone, as well as the sound not far from a train whistle. It was enough to make bar patrons jump in surprise. "Of course you're fine. There's lots of Earthlings. You get a whole planet of... you. I can't even count all the Majin I know on one hand." She said mournfully, jealously no less. It made her angry, but she stowed her temper with the fact she was enjoying good food and meeting new people. Dinner wasn't time to be angry. That came later, during the fighting. "You'd be sad like me if you didn't have a planet full of Earthlings I bet." She dared the plan, a century ago it'd have been a threat. A dare that she'd destroy his world just to prove herself right and see his sorrow at his great loss. But now, now she was just working herself up for no reason. The Majin let out another long sigh, seemingly equalizing her pressure as steam ceased erupting from her. The Majin woman just gave Clover a puzzled look as she squirmed his way up from his seat. "Where you going Clover?" She asked innocently, trailing alongside the man as he swaggered towards the elevator. The way Clover walked was silly, and Ala couldn't help but giggle as she followed after him. "You walk like a duck!" She blurted out, making the most apt comparison she could. As the two left the bar tender walked over to give them their bill, only to grow infuriated seeing they'd dined and dashed. He glanced to the side, looking for the two and catching sight of Ala's pink backside easily among the crowd. "Hey you bastards! You have to pay for that!" He cried out, slamming his fist on his bar top. The two were well out of earshot, so the man immediately grabbed for the phone and called hotel security. "Yes, Mmm... Yes twelfth floor. Yes, the pink woman and the man in the eye patch. Very good, I'm glad I could help." He hung up the phone and angrily looked at the mountain of dishes before him. "Bastards..." He simply muttered to himself, shaking his head. Hopefully security would straighten those two delinquents out. Now he just had to get someone to help him clean up all these damn plates... Majin Ala didn't make it to the elevator before it began closing around her. "Oof." She muttered, as the doors squeezed shut against her rubbery body. She popped through all the same, effortlessly reforming into her usual shape. Now she had Clover all alone, and they could talk more. Ala's long prehensile tail lazily leaned out to slide across the buttons on the elevator panel, lighting them all up as she dragged her tail across them. "There, that should buy us a while." The Majin said with a giggle, pressing herself uncomfortably close against the Earthling and pressing his back to the side of the elevator. "Of course I'll be your friend!" She said eagerly, tracing a black nail slowly over the warrior's bare chest. "Why wouldn't I be? You're big and strong and handsome and from Earth and you might smell bad but you can fix that." She spoke in rambling sentences, far too eager to think clearly about what she was saying at all. "If we're friends then we should train together. You're a warrior, I'm a war. It'll be fun. I haven't ever had anyone to train with, usually I just fight. But I see warriors training all the time. It looks fun, like working together to get stronger. Oh, and we should fight! Yes, for play not for real. I don't wanna eat you and I dunno if you can handle me in my normal size." Bombshells, she was one and Ala tended to drop them like candy. "But it'd be fun to see just how strong you are. Also you have to buy me dinner when I win."Meanwhile, elsewhere in the building hotel security were amassing in the main lobby. The two dash and diners were on Elevator 2B, and slowly, painfully slowly making their way to the lobby. The one was identified as a powerful Earthling warrior who'd recently won an exhibition tournament. Unfortunately for hotel staff, they weren't equipped to deal with fighters of that magnitude, but they hoped the man could be reasoned with. He didn't have a criminal record on profile, so perhaps it was just an absent minded mistake though. The consort he was with though, the pink xeno woman, she was a total enigma. Her profile didn't match any on Hypernet records, and they security officers had no idea as to how formidable she was. Hopefully not very, and this Clover individual would relent rather than risk letting his evening fling get injured. Either way, security cleared out the lobby and set up positions for when the elevator would eventually open. "Can't we override that damn thing, speed it up a bit?" The Sergeant asked one of his technicians. "This is taking forever."
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Post by Queen Kuueru on Feb 22, 2019 23:33:33 GMT -5
FEELIN' LUCKY? The woman went from 'You're welcomes' to temper tantrums. Clover tried to keep up. He had a hard time predicting the woman's reactions. It was either something sweet and caring, or an unbridled rage. He would have to be more cautious with his words. Alas, while he expressed his need to be close to home he would be lying if he denied wanting to surf the stars. Of course, he'd want to travel further, longer, more in depth; But, he had to hurry back home, help his family, and ensure that Lily got her proper care. If she was alive and well, or dead and gone, he would have seen so much, done so much, and accomplished more in his fighting career. He wanted to do more than just small waged fights. He aimed for bright lights, glory and recognition, and no need to worry about Zeni. Clover drunkenly daydreamed of himself fighting in a major event. You know, the kind that have your face plastered all over the Holonet and during every commercial break. Even people who weren't into fighting or martial arts for entertainment value would be forced to learn their names and appearances. "Yeah, home is good sometimes. Sometimes other places are better though," Clover remarked, his gaze cold and empty. Ala was now yelling out about how her regeneration wasn't as messy as it sounded. Hell, before the man touched skin with the Majin he assumed she would feel tacky. Interacting with foreign species was such an adventure, mostly filled with your unintentional insults, but an adventure. Another tantrum incoming. His dull blue eye locked onto her as steam managed to fill the air. The noise that accompanied it though, tore through his eardrums. Clover sighed deeply, his head dropping to the bar as she said her speech. Earthlings, a whole planet of them. So many. However, Majin Ala was right, it was tough being different when surrounded by so much queer. This Majin was an oddity amongst normal Earthlings, perhaps people in her past had treated he badly based on her odd appearance. Racism was a longtime habit within the errors of humans, were they even possible of change? People feared what they couldn't fight, and Ala was something that no one would probably argue with. "Yes, a lot of Earthlings. Just because we are the same race doesn't make us friends. Not if I don't relate to ninety percent of the fuckers," Clover belted out, his frustration playing out on his handsome features. "If there were so many Earthlings who were ready to be my friend, you think I'd have one or two and not just my family." Clover chuckled quickly afterwards at how pitiful his story sounded. Well, companionship wasn't a necessity, so he would suffice for now. "Well, I guess I have you now, if you wanna still be my friend." Clover spoke, offering his hand in friendship to the Majin, she would accept that offer though. It was time to jet. The man had quickly made his getaway back towards the elevator that played a contemporary tune on its inside. Though the woman teased him as she followed, he didn't change his walk. Reluctantly, her voice seemed to follow, so he was stuck with the Majin for now. Hey, if this alcohol kept working on him, perhaps the night would never end? "I'm going to explore!" He yelled back at her insults. Alas, she still managed to fit herself into the elevator behind him in the nick of time. Perhaps it was due to those morphing of shape powers she seemed to carry. He had been so distracted with his friend, that he hadn't heard the voices yelling at him to pay his check. Honestly though, he was just so tipsy he forgot. He had plenty of winnings to handle the buffet, yet, there he was in the elevator, heading to every floor of the building thanks to Ala's swift movement of her tail. Clover stood there for a moment, his curious gaze lingering a bit too long on the woman as she reformed. He cleared his throat and annoying looked towards her black eyes. "Why. Did. You. Do. That?" Clover asked, he soon figured out from her response that it was an intentional act. He sighed as she giggled, her body meshing with his own in the tight compartment of the elevator. His pleading expression gazed towards the mischievous Majin's visage. She was so forceful, and so forceful that his body was now sandwiched between the cool wall of the elevator and her warmth. His gaze shot away, fixating on the particularly shiny left wall of the box. It ironically was mirrored and displayed the odd predicament of the man back for him to see no matter which way he looked. Suddenly the mood lifted, he shuttered at her tail rolling over his hardened chest. Then, a slur of complements. He felt his cheeks flush at the mention of his strength and appearance. Despite the string of nice words ending with words about his odor, he managed to take it as an overall positive. "Training huh? Yeah, I tend to do that a lot in my off time. I suppose we could make it a couple's lesson. It's been a while since I've worked in a team setting, at least, since the dojo failed." The man remarked absentmindedly, his eyes trailing the ceiling of the elevator as each floor came and passed with a solitary beep. "Wait, buy you dinner? Wait, buy…did I---pay?" The man shot forth, his face in shock as he patted his pants to find his wallet indeed there. Still, he hadn't touched it since he tucked away his card and winnings after the tournament. He had forgotten to pay his tab, suddenly it all came rushing back. "Oh god, I forgot to pay for our dinner. . . I mean, my dinner," Clover interjected, his mind seemingly forgetting that the Majin was a stranger only minutes before. "Fine fine, I will train with you one day. Sure that's fine, the winner buys the other dinner, that sounds fairer." Clover insisted, a sly wink managing to close his own good eye. "But, you feel the difference, right? What makes you think I'm such a good fight?" Clover chuckled while throwing his question. His arms hung heavy at his side, yet his outward appearance seemed to be calm and collected. Clover was tall, eclipsing even the Majin by a slight margin. He pushed back, his hard chest meshing deeper into her own. Still, his gaze locked with hers as he spoke. "Why did you get me alone in here? It wasn't just to ask me to train was it?"
Clover pushed past the Majin, his body still facing the door of the elevator as it pinged each level. He wasn't being rude, just gaining some air if only for a moment. "If you truly just seek a friend, I get it, I understand. I've felt alone in this world for a long time. There aren't many Earthlings at my level, even if there are; fuck if I've met em." Clover barked, the tinge of alcohol staining his breath. Quickly he whipped around to face Ala once more. "I want a jacuzzi tub, and champagne. Today I am a victor!" Clover proclaimed. The look upon his face was helpless. The man was drunken beyond words. The culmination of the evenings drinks finally managed to catch up to the grey-haired man. Still, he meant every word he said; about his loneliness and about and the jacuzzi tub. "Hey Majin Ala, do you like flowers?" Clover asked out of the blue. He moved in, his chest once more pressing to her own as he managed to switch the roles, if she allowed for it of course. Majins were flexible creatures, their thoughts, bodies and other things twisting and changing in an instant. Clover sighed, his tired eye looking over the woman one last time and the multitude of buttons she had pushed upon the panel upon entering the elevator. Now, they would be sent to every level in the building. Alas, Clover wasn't too much in the mood for whatever this Majin wanted to discuss. After his odd turn of body language, the Earthling pried himself away from Ala, his one eye staring as they reached one floor, then another. Still, he needed to escape from this situation and fast. With a simple touch to the head with his fingertips he reached out. It took a moment to get all the way back to Earth, but suddenly he managed to lock onto his father's distinct energy. Despite the older man not training anymore, his latent power was still abundant from decade's worth of improvement. In a flash, Clover was back at home, comfortably by his sister Lily's side, and enjoying the rest of his semi-sober night alone under the stars somewhere until he wanted to sleep. Of course, the thought of the overwhelming Majin sure did stick in his head. Lord knows that if he had rubbed her the wrong way, he would be out in space somewhere with a chunk of his body missing. The thought was amusing, but still, it was confirmed to him just how many big fish there were in this sea.
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