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Post by Articho Reville on Jan 25, 2017 17:47:40 GMT
Articho casually strolled down the streets of South Capitol, sipping lightly on a large cup of Nurse Salt he had gotten from Beefy Queen. The three burgers he had gotten there had long since been devoured by the young hybrid and their wrappers discarded in a trash can. Burgers were hard to come by in Heaven, save the time Kaula brought those two giant burgers King Yemma was supposed to have for lunch and he hadn't realized how much he missed his favorite food. He took another sip of the sweet soda and swirled the liquid around in his mouth as he continued his stroll down the street. His eyes wandered absentmindedly around before the header on a video board caught his eye. Articho stopped and turned towards the bulletin, scanning the title once more. Galactic Patrol Wanted List, it read in big, bolded letters. Down beneath it was smaller text and series of stars, clearly a rating system for how wanted the people were. He snickered slightly at seeing Zucceta and Vi-Poi's name on it, knowing full well no one would be able to catch them. Another name caught his eye that made him pause for a moment: "Kaile." It sounded familiar to him, somehow. The hybrid racked his brain, sifting through his recent memories. His conversation with the Arcosian, Polara, came to mind.
"Personally, I got all my bones crushed and my neck snapped and was digested alive by an Oozaru named Kaile."
It clicked in his head in the next moment. Articho reached up and pressed a button on the frames of his sunglasses, activating the scouter functions it possessed. "Send a message to the Galactic Patrol," he instructed as he took another sip from his drink. The scouter activated its recording system and waited for the hybrid to begin speaking.
"My name is Articho Reville," he said when the little red recording dot popped up on the screen. "I saw your wanted list and thought I might be able to help you out a bit with one of your five stars, the Saiyan Kaile." he paused for a moment, glancing back at the list. He spotted Plato's name beneath Vi Poi's. The passing thought of a reward crossed his mind as he continued. "And one of your four stars, Plato. Meet me outside the South Capitol. I'll be the big power level with the yellow hair. Can't miss it."
Articho pushed another button on his sunglasses, ending the recording. The scouter function sent the message to the Galactic Patrol before shutting off, leaving him with a normal lens. The hybrid turned and walked back in the direction he came from for a moment before taking off into the air. He sipped on his drink as he flew out of South Capitol and landed in an open field not far from its border. As he touched down, a flash of yellow went off around him as he ascended to his Super Saiyan state. Now, all he had to do was wait. If the GP really wanted them caught, they'd come looking for him eventually.
@grace
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Post by Deleted on Feb 1, 2017 3:37:54 GMT
Victoria had been glad she looked up just in time to catch the show. She was, by no means, a sadistic person, but there was something strangely beautiful and inspiring about watching a professional at work, no matter the profession.
And this one, was certainly a professional.
Her movements were all much faster than Victoria could register — which was a first. With the brush strokes gone, all that was left was a finished masterpiece of blood-sprayed, and a woman ready to put the final details on a painting that could aptly be titled ‘Simple Solution To a Complex Problem’.
Willing the gathering shadows away, Victoria finally understood that her weapon wouldn’t be needed here. Which was a good thing. There was still a role to play, and that was of a late night worker who was frightened and somewhat irritated.
Oh, pain too. Although that last one wasn’t much of a stretch to fake, considering all of the bruises that had been currently forming.
Normally Victoria wasn’t a big fan of going out to meet strange men — those days were long since over. But, as her job, it seemed she had to make an exception. A few messages had been traded between herself and whoever this Articho feller’ had been, before Victoria urged him to pick an exact location.
Punctual as a clock, her car could be seen hovering the area at about a minute before the agreed rendezvous time. She had done a light bit of ‘scouting’ but she doubted this was a trap; this guy had gone through the GP channels, before his communication information had been passed to her.
She could literally have sent any other agent, but decided to come here herself. If he tried anything, they would know who and what had been done. Besides, no one would expect the leader to come down herself — if this was some kind of trap against her personally it would’ve been sprung in some other way.
Soon enough, the hovecraft stationed a few yards away from the Super Saiyan. Her eyes peeked over to where she just landed. The shapely witch found herself rolling down the window, and peeking out from it. Her elegant glasses slid just a fraction down her nose, as she examined the floor. A lithe, gloved ring finger rose to push the frame back where it should be.
“Dear, I will not be stepping into soft dirt with my heels on — not while it can be helped." Her left arm came to lean out against the window, as her index slowly traced from pointing to him, to the seat besides her.
“Get in, won’t you? And turn that dreadfully bright transformation while you’re at it; I can feel the heat from here. In what I’m dressed, you’re going to bake me alive.” She motioned, looking down at her skin-tight, black suit full of decorations.
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Post by Articho Reville on Feb 1, 2017 14:04:06 GMT
Articho sensed the approaching Galactic Patrol leader before he saw her hovercraft. He wasn't sure what he was expecting when he called her, but he hadn't expected to sense such a small power level from the universe's police force. He looked in the direction it was approaching from, crossing his arms over his chest as he waited. The hovercraft quickly appeared over the horizon and descended down to the ground. The hybrid watched, aiming to keep a stoic look on his face as the window rolled down to reveal...a really pretty woman. That could only mean that the new leader herself came to speak with Articho. Quite the honor, though it made the low power all the more strange.
He glanced down at the dirt as she referred to it and looked back up at her. He was glad that he was wearing sunglasses lest she would have seen him rolling his eyes. He did think it was rather silly, but he was trying to work with her, so he let it go as he went back to his base form and floated around to the other side of the hovercraft. Articho popped open the door and sat down in the seat. "Thanks for coming out. It's probably better talking to you about it rather any of your officers, given the circumstances."
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Post by Deleted on Feb 1, 2017 16:15:56 GMT
“It’s not trouble, darling.” The woman called, rolling up the windows. Her head turned over to the Saiyan as the car began to pull up into the sky, “Is it too hot or too cold for you in here?”
She wondered. If the newcomer were to glance at the dashboard he’d see a comfortable 77 degree degree glowing at the dashboard. Should he be a perceptive fellow, he might’ve noticed that the woman had been nursing a long-sticked lollipop that hadn’t been there before he sat down.
“My sincerest apologies if I came off as a little abrasive,” there as a long pause as the woman choose her words, “But I prefer to be honest with a man from the start — no nasty surprises later.”
With autopilot set, the car flew into the city at a leisurely pace, as the woman reached into the space between seats and pulled free a beige book meticulously crafted with concentric circles and other geometric beauties in the cover. Those well-versed in the arcane would immediately recognize the symbol — metatron's cube, with a pentagram clearly bolded within its lines.
The woman flipped to a page near the beginning, and drew a pen from amidst her red ribbon-bound hair.
“Now, I can’t mistake that golden aura and dazzling teal eyes anywhere. You’ve achieved ‘Super Saiyan’; you’re an accomplished warrior. So, why are you looking to meet with someone in the Galactic Patrol about these fugitives?” The woman wondered, looking up from her book, and giving him a scrutinizing stare. “Is it political asylum from your actions?”
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Post by Articho Reville on Feb 1, 2017 17:50:52 GMT
"Feels alright to me," Articho said as he pulled his sunglasses off and tucked them away into a pocket on the inside of his jacket. As he looked back up, a brief flash of confusion flashed across his face as he spotted the sudden lollipop appearing in her mouth. He decided he wouldn't question the matter. He didn't want to get off topic or have the conversation go in an awkward direction.
The young hybrid waved his hand dismissively. "I've dealt with worse," he stated simply, though cracked a smile at the nasty surprises bit. "I will warn you, though. I've been told by a lot of people who have wanted to cave my face in that I'm chock full of surprises."
Articho watched her pull and open up a strange book with weird symbols on the cover, glancing up at her for a moment and partially hoping for an explanation of what the book was. He got none, though he did get an assumption that he was a full blooded Saiyan from Vegeta, prompting a silent sigh of annoyance. Maybe it was better idea to keep his sunglasses off more often, so people would see his blue irises. "I'm only half Saiyan and I'm from Earth," he explained. "As I said in my message, I saw your wanted list and wanted to help you out in catching some of these guys. I learned about Kaile from an Arcosian named Polara Thermia and I met Plato on Konats about six months ago, so I at least have a bit of information on them."
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Post by Deleted on Feb 1, 2017 17:56:03 GMT
"You'll have to forgive my cynicism," She noted, "But I'm a woman that tries to stay grounded in reality as much as possible. Seldom are people going out of their way for the goodness of their hearts. I'm willing to accept that because of how you've become familiar with these fugitives that you may have some sort of vendetta against them... But why are you reaching out to the Galactic Patrol? You're clearly not in need for help with the muscle department. Mr. Super Saiyan."
Her writing stopped, and her legs crossed one over the other.
"Don't get me wrong, love; I'd hate to come off as an ingrate. However, try to understand things from my perspective for a moment — to me this seems almost too good to be true. A dashing gentleman offering help catching some of our most wanted, with no strings attached? What are you looking for from us? Information on their whereabouts? Diplomatic immunity?"
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Post by Articho Reville on Feb 1, 2017 20:38:35 GMT
Articho looked down at his lap and scratched at his head, where a prickly feeling had formed. The way she had phrased everything made him feel slightly ashamed about the whole matter. "To be honest, I didn't know that you guys were after them before seeing the poster and I had no real interest in going after them," he admitted, his cheeks flushing a soft red. "I was kinda hoping there'd be a reward in it and since I knew the names and, in Plato's case, the face and possible location, I thought I'd go after them for you guys. Sort of like a bounty hunter or something. My parents have been hounding me to get a job and I haven't been able to challenge the current Turtle Hermit for his title yet and no one hires someone who hasn't been in school since they were 8."
Articho looked back up at her after a moment. "As for the whole strength thing, I do prefer to do fights alone, but I won't deny that their others out there far stronger than I am. That being said, if you're willing to accept my help, I would like all the info you've got on these guys and maybe one of your officers as some back up. Give them a chance to stretch their legs in the field, you know?"
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Post by Deleted on Feb 1, 2017 22:00:55 GMT
Diligent notes were taken; Victoria essentially was transcribing the entire conversations. Plenty was said, but the mind will hear what it wants. Silence bred between the two of them for a moment, until finally the well-dressed woman looked over to her side, a coy, coquettish smile parting her lips.
"So, you're a momma's boy, huh?" She wondered, leaning over ever so slightly, "I can be your momm--" Victoria was cut off as a soft tolling of bells chimed in from within her car.
She could only sigh; just as she began addressing the cute one, someone interrupts with a call. Joy.
"Hold that thought, darling." Victoria noted, leaning away from Articho and slipping a slim flip phone from beside her seat and bringing it to her ear. "This is Galactic Patrol Leader, Victoria Grace D'Arvoire, wha--"
A short conversation was exchanged, but it was clear the subject of their conversation was Articho himself — Victoria going as far as to at one point say "I'm with him right now," followed by, "It's fine. He just wants to chat." It soon ended with: "I'll submit a full report when I return."
With that the phone was closed, Victoria, allowing her tongue to dance against the sweetend of the stick, blinked, "Where was I again...? Oh, yes. You're very welcome to supply your services, and I'd love to have some of my men tag along to watch how someone of your caliber works. I do ask you be gentle with them though; medical insurance isn't cheap — and medical paper work isn't light. That said, I am looking for an assistant. I could likely use you as a part timer, if the prospect of a job appeals to you, until you get your... Erm... Turtle."
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Post by Articho Reville on Feb 1, 2017 23:48:47 GMT
Articho raised an eyebrow in confusion when Victoria smiled in a really weird way. He leaned back reflexively as she leaned closer to him, still very confused. Then she started speaking and he felt his face flush red with heat. He almost audibly sighed in relief when her phone rang and distracted her. They hybrid returned to a normal sitting position, with his hands in his lap and his eyes fixated on the dashboard in front of him. As the conversation went on, he flicked his eyes up to look up at her every once in a while before staring back at the dashboard. He could tell the conversation was about him.
"I'm certain that they'll be fine. Just have them bring some senzu beans along and it'll be alright," Articho replied, perking up slightly now that the embarrassing event was over. "The Turtle Hermit is the person in charge of the Turtle Style Martial Arts School, so whenever he shows up again, that's when I'll challenge him. I don't really know when that'll be, though. What exactly would I do as an assistant for you?"
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Post by Deleted on Feb 2, 2017 0:41:00 GMT
Victoria shouldn't have been surprised that this one was after a martial arts position; he was part Saiyan, after all.
What impressed her, however, was just how young he was — he looked hardly a day over twenty, and had already achieved both Super Saiyan and a place where he was comfortable taking on the role of a teacher.
Those factors only helped fuel what came next. Another develish smile, followed by an even closer learn, "Well, I don't like mixing business and pleasure — you could be my temporary secretary or planner, or could be my boy to--"
Another ring caused the witch to give an exasperated sigh; another thought cut off prematurely.
Returning to her phone, the woman took in the call without so much of a glance at the call ID.
"Victoria." She said curly. There was a brief pause, and the amazon lurched forward, jolting as though someone had rear ended the vehicle. "R-rosie! Isn't it too early for you to be calling dear?! Shouldn't you be at school?"
"The nurses' office? Sweetie, are--"
"I'll be right there." The woman finished, before closing her phone.
There was a quick look over to the boy, "Where was I?" She wondered, raking her head as she tried to remember where she had left off. "Oh, right. Part time job. You help me organize my schedule; help manage my shopping. You get paid about as much as any other part time job. The difference is this is off the books, and you get the keep whatever tax would've been taken out for it." The woman nodded, closing her Gloomy Grimoire, tucking it between her thighs, and taking manual control of the car. "Is there anything else? I more than accept your help; I'll give your scouter line enough permission to reach my directly next time."
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Post by Articho Reville on Feb 3, 2017 0:27:34 GMT
Articho was beginning to think that working for Victoria might not be such a good idea. Never mind that being a secretary sounded boring, he was almost certain she'd have him wearing something equal parts degrading and form fitting. Was it really to much for him to act as a temporary cop? Especially since he originally just wanted to get some reward money by hunting down some wanted criminals. He breathed another silent sigh of relief when her phone rang again. This one was not about him, thankfully. It seemed like her daughter must have gotten sick at school or something, which makes the flirting even weirder.
Articho listened to her offer and scratched his chin for a moment. It sounded boring, yes, but a tax free job was nothing to sneeze at. "I can do that, but I can still help you track down and bring in the people you have listed as wanted, to an extent. I sure as hell am not going after Zucceta or Vi Poi. I died once and I'm not too keen on heading back just yet."
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Post by Deleted on Feb 3, 2017 1:11:49 GMT
"Good." She said, "In which case, I'm sure you'll appreciate looking for them. I'll give you access to their dossiers. Please do keep in contact — and notify us before hunting them down."
She paused, "And, do remember, you aren't working for the Galactic Patrol — you're working with the Galactic Patrol."
The woman fashioned her seatbelt, and pushed her fingers against some dashboard buttons. Articho's door was flung open moments before Victoria jerked her wheel right, causing the mid-air car to be set on its side. If Articho didn't react, gravity would do the job of removing him.
He was a super saiyan; he wasn't going to get hurt by falling from this height.
Or so she figured.
"Family calls, love!" Victoria called, "Keep in touch, won't you?"
Should nothing else hinder her, the woman would speed away; she had a daughter to tend to.
zeni + human bonus
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Post by Articho Reville on Feb 4, 2017 4:52:22 GMT
She paused, "And, do remember, you aren't working for the Galactic Patrol — you're working with the Galactic Patrol." "Sounds good to me," Articho said, smiling and relaxing against the seat. Not than a few moments later, he found himself falling out of the car towards the ground below with Victoria calling out after him. He blinked in surprise as he plummeted to the ground, not really sure what had happened before suddenly crashing into the ground and creating a sizable crater where his body had impacted. After a few moments, he sat back up and stared in the direction her car had flown off in.
"And I thought King Kai was strange..." he mumbled to himself before standing up, dusting himself off, and flying towards the Southern Capitol again. He still needed to find that restaurant. The constant buzzing coming from his glasses indicated his parents had gotten back home and his father was trying to contact him to ask him where he was with the food. The young hybrid was sure if he listened to the voice messages, he'd hear his father's fearful voice while his mother stomped around the house loudly. The thought of the mantra his father and he had come up with jokingly and repeated no matter how far into her pregnancy his mother was.
"Only nine more months..." he said to himself quietly with a laugh.
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Queen Habana
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Queen of the Evil Space Monkey People Special Item: GPW Universal Championship Belt
PL: 415,489
Dark Power(x4); M.SSj(x14); U.SSj(x18/12), SSJ2 (x27)
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Post by Queen Habana on Feb 19, 2017 7:18:17 GMT
Articho | WC: 1,861 | Gains: 2,250 | New Zeni: 17,184
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