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Post by Vennel on Feb 19, 2017 4:20:09 GMT
Vennel was pleased that the pointy eared man with the sword kept to his word and remained silent. But it seemed that Alaistair was doubting her ability to travel. She scowled at him and promptly rose into the air of her own accord. She may not be in the best of health, and even her pride was hurt, but it was not gone. Hovering in the air she looked over to the city in the distance. She was going to ignore his cautionary statements, even if she wasn’t in the best condition she had some semblance of her pride left. “ I wouldn’t worry about me if I were you. I’ve survived worse. Don’t make me wait up for you.And with that last line, she tore through the sky, wincing as she expended the ki to fly at her top speed. It was too hard to suppress her ki at this point, so her weighted down power was visible to those with scouters or at the very least, the ability to sense ki. She hoped, or rather, expected, the two would follow her. If nothing else than Alaistair would in hopes to con her into whatever he was planning. Not to mention, she’d be lost without them. As she soared, she didn’t bother to look back, or check her scouter. However, that was less due to her confidence in them, and more because she forgot to, while trying to fight back her body’s urge to pass out. She was definitely pushing herself harder than she ought to in her current state, but even as demoralized as she was “whatever doesn’t kill you, makes you stronger,” was the mantra the saiyan warrior believed, even still. [ Alaistair ] [feel free to fly past her, seeing as you're both in better health than her. ideally my next post will be touching down right behind you guys]
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Post by Alaistair on Feb 19, 2017 5:16:38 GMT
The girl was intent on being alright, having confidences in her ability. Alaistair floated up after her, replying, "Alright! Follow me then."Alaistair would follow up right after Vennel, his arms behind him as he took the lead in a few seconds flat, but then kept his speed at Vennel's own. The Devil called out, turning his head a bit to her to look back to her, "I don't suppose you'd be open to telling us a little more about yourself, Vennel? Despite the ranque appearance and scent, you hold a personal a stout respect for yourself! Is that what you learned back in the SSE territories?"Alaistair could tell she'd been fighting the urge to pass out, but that saiyan pride of hers was what was keeping her going. He was debating to offer her a ride upon his back there, so that she didn't expend so much of her energy. Then again, he wanted to know what extents she'd go to survive! "They've clearly made your form one that's intent on battling stronger threats than what your average soldier can fight. What was your work in the SSE, if you don't mind me asking?"Ocariin City was approaching, the buildings already fairly large. However, they would have another couple of minutes to reach there. ( Plato, your go budd! Small talk for the best talks later! )
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Post by Plato on Feb 20, 2017 0:39:31 GMT
He followed the group his mouth shut an annoyed look on his face. For now he'd still be slient though to be honest sitting their and listing to Alaistair trying to convince her to join his side. He flew ahead of the two not really interested in Listing to Alistair trying to talk his way into another ally. He didn't care that much as for now he needed them though if alistair decided to attempt more control plato would need to figure out a way to defeat him. He didn't need his help to place a tyrant on the throne that was not why he returned, he returned to put a healthy good Konstian back on the throne rather then the mechanical beasts that Breech had created to hide his deception. He landed turning his head waiting for the others to arrive, "They better hurry up,i don't want to let Alistair be the only one watching her, knowing him he'll probley wait to get a stronger solider then i can be of little use if she becomes too strong i'll need to get rid of her." He said in his head, He didn't want forced to bend to Alistair will and the woman arrival if she joined Alistair, Plato would need to get stronger and fast. He was apart of this group, the devil knights but he'd would not be a slave to the whims of the devil. For now, it had to be so but if Alistair proved to be a threat he would need his plan. (Short i know) ( Vennel)
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Post by Vennel on Feb 21, 2017 18:21:08 GMT
Flying through the sky, something she’d not done in a while, seeing as it drew unwanted attention to her. But she had plenty of that now, so there was little point in walking where she needed to go. Still, there was almost something zen about just watching the dunes below whip by, and the air blast her face with refreshing gales. It didn’t take long for the other two to pass or overtake her. Plato seemed to fly furthest ahead, it seemed he had a bit of pride himself- how else would it have been hurt and he act almost like a child when told to be silent. However, Alaistair was the first to break the new silence as he took off after Vennel, and then flew up beside her to try and talk. He asked her more about her past, something she wished she didn’t have to, but seeing as she’d come this far, she could divulge at least a little more information. “ You could say that, yes.” She was short about her message, because what he said wasn’t wrong, but at the same time she hardly felt like the prideful warrior she once was, and affirming her own pride was not something she was in the business of doing. But when he brought up the SSE making her into the warrior she was, she shot him an angry glance. “ The Solar Empire is not responsible for who I am. If anything, it was I who made them who they are. It was my own determination or fate, that did what it has to me.” She clenched her jaw, as she spoke, anger filling her words as she spoke of her alliances and her own ability. The Empire had stagnated under the control of the ministry. She took them down and set about the motions for the war machine to begin anew, and then Zucceta arrived, more powerful than herself and defeated her. It was as if fate itself had conspired against her. Perhaps that was why she felt so listless and compelled to drink. To forget her calling, and to just fade away into the background behind those who had passed her by. “ And what of you? You’re quite strong yourself, even if your power is dwarfed by those chosen by fate’s hand. You still attempt to grow stronger. What drives you? Or would you have me believe you’re just a man looking to give help to anyone that crash lands on your planet?” Her question came as they had just about touched down. The warrior’s feet hit the paved streets of the capital city, and she nearly tumbled over. However, quickly righting herself, Vennel stood up again, fighting against the weary exhaustion that plagued her. She assumed that their destination wasn’t far, as this was where Alaistair had been leading them. Vennel was curious what was here, and why it was he was so dead set on bringing her here. Her eyes were so focused on what was ahead of her, she took little else in, and waited for direction from her companions. [ Alaistair , sorry about the delay. Been busy]
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Post by Alaistair on Feb 21, 2017 21:27:08 GMT
(That's quite alright!) Vennel aimed to keep her description short, but the description she gave told a vastly larger story about herself. Her armor was unique in appearance, the way she held herself up was certainly prideful, and she felt the SSE was made by her! Alaistair could definitely determine she was a former elite at this point, seeing her even grit her teeth title in frustration. Alaistair looked back forward, seeing Plato had gone very far up ahead now. The former King was certainly not hiding his frustrations about Alaistair speaking to Vennel! It was a trait the Devil needed to knock out of them at some point. His thoughts were put to hold, though, as Vennel questioned why Alaistair had so much power backing him! "The reason for that is quite simple," sagaciously, Alaistair replied, "Have you ever seen what people do with their power? They begin to think they can do whatever they want! Power is a double edged weapon that, if used wrongly, will hurt the wielder. I am a man of business and if that business gets threatened by some guy trying to blow up the planet or genocide a planet, I need to have the ability to go get it taken care of! So, I've become this strong so far... Although, there was a point I was vastly stronger, but that's a story for a different time!"Alaistair and Vennel reached the city and arrived outside a black building, with a sign outside that had a painting of green plains and hills, and red cherries scouring all over! In neon red and blue letters above, it read, 'The Cherry Valley Loft.' The black building stood several stories tall and stood out with its Earthen style amongst the futuristic, but drab looking buildings around here. It was a structure far outta place from the city! "We're finally here... Now, let's get you cleaned up and your appetite sated!"Alaistair guided Vennel downward to the 2 large wooden doors where Plato was waiting for them. He offered out, "Sorry about the waiting you had to do. Had to be on the safe side, to be sure she got here. You look as though you can use a drink after this night, Plato! Give me a bit to help Vennel get settled in and I'll get ya one. For now, why don't you wait in the Lounge?"Upon Alaistair opening the doors, lights turned on from a chandelier above, in the foyer. Upon Alaistair stepping in, Alaistair pointed to the right, where a gargantuan pit of a chimney was, along with several lavish and cushioned seats were. In the far corner, at the opposite wall, there was an empty stage where a band could be set up. There was also a much larger chair, with velvet red color, that stood in front of the wall to the left of people entering the Lounge area! There was plenty of space for people to stand and chat in front of the chimney, which had seemed as if it'd not had a fire ablaze in it for quite some time. Alaistair pointed to an elevator to the left of a rather metallic hallway, its design looking very much like saiyan architecture! He told Vennel, "There are several rooms upstairs equipped with 2 sinks each, a bathtub with a shower hose that you can put onto a notch. I'll be sure, before you use it, that there's a towel for you to use, as well as some basic clothes... Which I have to be honest are basic pajamas at the moment," Alaistair admitted, scratching his head a bit in embarrassment, "Right now, the Loft isn't 100%. There's quite a few things the customers should be able to do here that aren't able to be done. Mainly it's gambling and having more available exercise chambers! The bar and restaurant over there is 24/7, so if you're ever in want of food and drink, the Loft can provide!"( Plato)
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Post by Plato on Feb 23, 2017 0:31:10 GMT
He turned his head as Alistair and Vennel arrived he bowing his head, "Yes i'm glad you made sure she got here." He said with a light smile, "But i don't drink much guess i could use one." He said as he turned entering the Loft with Vennel and Alistair. It was a large place with Sinks Bathtubs and other things from what he could here from Alistair, it even had a gambling area. He didn't understand why people who take their time with such deeds. It was however, ironic that a devil had gambling machines in his own base of sorts, prehaps he had gambled many times before this just being another one of these times, taking in a stranger to be another one of his fighters. He needed to stop and defeat Walker so he could make sure if he found a new ruler to rule over konats. Of course Alistair was trying to butter him up, he could do what he wanted but he would not become the Kashvarr he fought against, someone who used their might and magic to control anyone they wished, he did what he knew at the time was right, prehaps he could of handled it better but he overthrew the kasvharr and he ruled to keep their influence for turning his people into figurative and literal beasts. Alistair, need some form of prize and he thought Konats would be that prize. He would not allow anyone to rule over his people expect a Konstain, which meant Breech would have to take a back seat, once walker was gone and a real ruler was found, everything would be founded. He lightly smiled turning his head waiting for the other 2 to fully enter, "Well Regardless i welcome you to Konats Ms. Vennel it is a great planet i'm sure you'll enjoy your stay." (Sorry for the little wait short post is short) Vennel
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Post by Vennel on Feb 23, 2017 1:11:03 GMT
The lounge seemed rather unassuming from the outside. Sure the building was what some might consider extravagant, what with two doors and all, but the size was unimpressive. At least, compared to what she was expecting. It didn’t seem to be as accommodating as he’d implied when she first started this little foray on Konats. But when the doors swung open, they revealed something quite different altogether. The lavish furnishings were apparent, sure, but the size was as if it got bigger on the inside. She hardly had time to take it all in, before Alaistair insisted she get cleaned up and some food in her gullet. She could hardly refuse the gesture at this point. He told her the directions she needed to take to get to the shower, which she kind of wanted, but she’d never admit to it. It wasn’t long before the one fashioning himself a knight broke his silence and seemed to be much more pleasant this time around. He greeted her, rather than half offending or threatening her. If she had any degree of manners, she’d have half a mind to thank him for the gesture. However, she held most others with a large amount of contempt, more so even for non-saiyans- as they were unproven in her eyes. Still, she nodded toward them both, in a show of gratitude. “ I guess I should take that shower…” She spoke softly, under her breathe, more so an aside to herself than anything else. The girl continued toward the hallway with unmistakably Vegetan architecture, it was odd to see something that reminded her of home so far away from it. Her eye caught the elevator in question, that would take her upstairs, which was thankfully not far from the doors. As she pushed the button to call the carriage, a soft ding rang out as the door opened almost immediately. Convenient.She thought to herself, as she boarded the elevator finally. And lucky for her, there were only five floors to the building, making finding which floor to go to that much simpler. As she selected the second floor, and the doors closed in front of her, she found herself alone again. She didn’t have much time to sit and think though, as the elevator quickly found it’s destination. And it turned out this floor would work for what she needed. That meant only one thing- shower time. * * * [ Alaistair ; I’m going to say she’s doing shower stuff, and when my turn comes back around, she should be presentable once more. So you boys talk about… space sports, I guess?]
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Post by Alaistair on Feb 23, 2017 2:27:15 GMT
"Alright Vennel! Feel free to head to floor 2 through 4 for that, but floor 5 is off limits! That's private space... Now, lets get you that drink, Plato."Alaistair walked to the left, into the long bar and dining area and set himself behind the bar. The Devil looked around at the liquor the store had on hand. Whisky and Vodka, light beers and lager, and wine on top of more wine and hundreds of different bottles with names on each! "Alright, Plato's a stupidly stiff guy," Alaistair thought to himself, grabbing a bottle of scotch and looking at it for a moment before shaking his head and putting it back, "Not exactly scotch... Well, maybe a bit of it? Hmm... AH! Ok! A flying scotsman!"He started to grab several bottles, with hooked nozzles on them to make sure it wasn't poured in excess. He then grabbed a glass with a 4 inch diameter and a 4 1/2 inch height, which had a couple dozen bulbs on the bottom. Ice was then collected, a small amount, into the glass before Alaistair begun pouring, in order, the scotch, a reddish bottle that poured out almost clearly, a quick squeeze of water from a hose before pouring in some sort of syrup, and lastly 3 dashes of something that appeared amber in color that had notable aroma. "Just have to stir it up," Alaistair muttered, picking a small black plastic straw that he'd stick into the drink and stir briefly before dragging it lightly across the counter to Plato, speaking more clearly, "And there, you have a Flying Scotsman! It's a drink you take sips of, Plato. Don't chug it down."Alaistair moved his hands away from the currently amber glass, hands both on the counter. Whether or not Plato took a sip, the Devil inquired, "Alright, so what's going on with your attitude lately? When I arrived, I could understand how you felt, as I myself was angry at what happened, but right now, you're acting like you've not had rest that past month and have had a splinter in your ass to top it all off!"( Plato, your go!)
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Post by Plato on Feb 23, 2017 4:07:32 GMT
He walked into the bar his eyes peering at all the drinks, "You got a collection to be sure, a lot of drinks." He said looking back at Alistair as he turned, "I guess I’ll have a drink, kind of forcing me." he joked as he slowly stirred the thing, "I never liked drinking it only hide the truths of the matter, instead of addressing the issues." He said looking back at Alistair, "When I was on Beppa I drank sometimes because it let me forget, but I don't need to forget anymore, it needs to be ingratiated in my mind to keep me on the path I set myself apon." He said taking a light sip before cocking his head to Alastair, "I don't sleep I don't think you understood, when your sealed by a Konstian beast like I was myself, you don't have good sleep your dreams are waked with nightmares and pain even too this day, despite all my mastery its eats away at my body every second." He turned his head looking at Alistair with a sudden seriousness, "I'm becoming more like a beast every second, as my body evolved to await my ultimate ascension, my power has been steadily rising, and you want to ask me why I act as if I got some stick in my ass, well here your answer." He looked back with a grey undertone flames rushing around his arm, "We may be allies but I got my reasons to do what I do on konats, my plans have changed I will not sit myself on that throne of a people who don't want me to sit without good reason if breech is a good man then I’ll ruin the peace that I fought for, I may be seen as a failure, a monster and even as an Evil man but their one thing I won't sink to and that being like the Kashvarr, using their beast and their allies to create their own government because they have the power, I will not let myself become that, that desire is the only thing holding back all my rage, all my Blister if I had let that go Konats would be a pile of burring rubble with me on a throne of bones and sheets of melted metal, I’ll fight when the times comes but I see no reason to yet, if you as so much touch the peace on konats I’ll kill you like I’d kill breech if he proved to be a foe to konats." He clicked his teeth a deft seriousness in his voice. There was no way getting around what he said, he drew the line in the sand.
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Post by Vennel on Feb 23, 2017 4:50:03 GMT
* * * Vennel was finishing toweling off her hair as she left the bathroom, draped in a robe, provided by Alaistair’s staff. She wondered now where she should go, but there was a note stuck on a door across the hall from her. Picking the note up, it seemed to be penned by a member of the Lounge’s staff, as it said the door was unlocked, and clean clothes would be found on the bed, and they would try to repair her armor for her in the mean time. Taking the note off the door, she pushed the door open to find, just as Alaistair said, these looked like “pyjamas.” Though, she’d never worn anything like this, or even seen it before. Though, something about it reminded her of that gaudy armor that the royal attendants tried to get her to wear. The clothes were pastel blue, with a satin texture to them. They did seem to fit her, at least. So disrobing, she pulled the soft and thin clothes over her form, much to her chagrin. She hated them, they offered her no protection, were too loose, and they weren’t even her color. But clothes are clothes, so at least she had something temporary. Hanging the towel on the door to the room, she decided to take the elevator back downstairs. She felt surprisingly refreshed after the shower, though her hunger was immense. Hopefully there was enough food for the ravenous saiyan. As the elevator arrived, Vennel emerged, hearing the last bit of a conversation going on. She didn’t really understand, given she had no context, and the only names she heard were ones she was unfamiliar with. What she did notice, was that Plato mentioned killing someone named Breech, but she’d never heard that name. So she paid it no mind as she strode over to the bar and tapped on the wooden counter. “ So, what’ve you got for me?” She wondered, given his position behind the bar, if he was any good at mixing drinks. The bar seemed as though it was poorly stocked for variety’s sake. Though, the colors of the alcohol bottles told her a general story of what to expect from them. Perhaps if they’d had some assorted spirits, but it would do. [ Alaistair ; I hope any assumptions made on behalf of your establishment are at the very least, fixable. If they need any adjusting, let me know. ]
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Post by Alaistair on Feb 23, 2017 5:24:31 GMT
Alaistair remained in silence whilst Plato, without even touching the glass Alaistair gave him, told him everything on his mind in a vastly incoherent manner! The ding of the elevator caught Alaistair's ears too, as Plato went on about planning to kill Breech, even though he was a good man... At least, that's what the Devil thought he was telling him. Vennel came over in her new PJs and asking what Alaistair had for her. The Devil moved the drink he made for Plato down to her, telling her, "Earth drink. Called a Flying Scotsman. I was gonna give it to Plato, but he clearly is a giant bundle of stress because of..."He paused, gesturing at Plato's entire person before going all the way down to the other side and telling them, as he perused for a particular bottle "And what he's gonna do is gonna learn to loosen the hell up! I thought I was a bundle of stress, but he... WOW! I may still be angry at Xylo trying to stab me in the back, but compared to you, I'm the happiest bastard in the universe!"Alaistair pulled out a straightly clear bottle that looked as though it had water inside of it. However, upon bringing it over and putting it on the counter, as he grabbed a glass under the shelf, Vennel and Plato could see that there was writing on it, the glass made bulbous to spell out, 'Elerse va Durn's moonshine.' Alaistair unscrewed the top and poured out the drink that immediately begun filling the bar area in a foul stench! There was no other writing on it. "You," Alaistair stated, pushing the glass to Plato with a demanding voice, "No more talking for a bit. Don't breathe through your nose and just chug it down! Gonna burn like hell on top of it smelling like it, but this should definitely loosen you the hell up. I don't wanna hear another word until you drink that, and you better not spew it back up or you're gonna be paying me for the damages its gonna cause..!"( Plato)
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Post by Plato on Feb 23, 2017 6:17:03 GMT
He turned when Vennel arrived nodding his head before he turned his back looking at Alastair, "Yes I’m stressed, I’m always stressed about everything, it’s my nature, if I was not stressed I’d relax and I’d be back in hell." He said annoyed as he looked at Alistair, "You want me to not be stressed kind of hard when your basically two people in one." He grunted looking back at Vennel shaking his hand, "I won't go in depth but some of my people like me have 2 personalities you can say like two sides." He keep it brief at that despite it not being very well true, it was more like a man and a beast but he didn't need to add more fuel to any fire as most likely telling the stranger all his people or some were sealed with towering fire demon would not be a good welcoming gift. He paused looking at Alistair as he pushed the glass to Plato he looking at it annoyed. "Fine I guess." He said under his breath as he began to chug the drink down, his throat burning though compared to the flames that had just rushed up his arm before Vennel arrived they were child plays. He chugged it down slamming it on the table as he coughed, "What the hell are you trying to do kill me." He Yelled at Alistair annoyed though it was in joking manner as well. He did feel a little more relaxed but that just made him more anxious too then again there was no one on konats that could defeat him or Alistair so he didn't have much to worry about. "Perhaps I do need to relax a little bit." He said looking back at Alistair through a more relaxed gaze rather than the gaze of a man who was about to kill someone. A much better look if he did say himself. Vennel
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Post by Vennel on Feb 23, 2017 7:14:01 GMT
Her question was met with a quick reply, as Alaistair slid the glass originally meant for Plato down to her. She stared at the amber liquid as if it were a foreign concept. A drink from… what did he call it? Her memory was hazy, as she had still not fully recovered from her fuge state she was in not too long ago. It sounded like he called it “Dirt,” so she’d go with that. Lifting the drink up now, she guided the rim to her lips and tasted it. It definitely reeked of hard liquor, but a hint of sweetness too- was this some sort of mixed drink? What was this nonsense? She’d only ever had her alcohol straight, so this was something new. After realizing she’d probably been making an odd face or two as she inspected the beverage, she went ahead and drank some of it. It was hardly a sip, but she didn’t drink it all at once either. It was kind of good, actually. She didn’t want to finish it all just yet. Still, she’d definitely want more of it. “ There’s more of this, right?” As she finished drinking hers, she caught a whiff of a new alcohol being opened. It was a wretched scent. But that’s what attracted her to it all the more. She saw Plato offer his hand to shake with her, and she merely glanced at it, and then back at him; her eyebrow arched as if asking what the hand was for. He also seemed to be unloading a lot about something… sealed inside of him? But he then explained it again, under the premise of simplifying it for her. “ Yeah- no, I got that. You’re not the first Konatsian I’ve ever met. Thanks for the primer.” There was a tinge of sarcasm in her words, though she attempted to restrain her tone, and keep it as monotonous as possible. But it was after this exchange that their host had offered a glass, of the clear liquid she’d caught a whiff of moments earlier, to Plato. The alien drank it all in one go, and tried to keep his calm while doing so, but his exclamation said otherwise. “ What the- make up your mind, was it nothing or was it something?”Then, she turned her eyes towards Alaistair and would attempt to lock eyes with him. “ I need to try that.” Her bluntness, ever present, probably wouldn’t curry her any favor with her host. That is, unless he didn’t care for her brash attitude. [ Alaistair ]
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Post by Alaistair on Feb 23, 2017 8:11:29 GMT
Vennel had a vex-ness to her look, when she tried the drink Alaistair made. She asked about having another one, but before Al could acknowledge, Plato went on about having 'two things' inside of him, alerting Vennel of the matter. She took it well, a bit monotonously, but Alaistair wasn't minding. However, Alaistair would soon be smiling, eyebrows raised, as Plato drank the double and looked like he was gonna puke it all back out, wondering if Alaistair was trying to kill him, but suddenly start to mellow out immediately... It got a chuckle out of Alaistair, rhetorically speaking, "Looking like a million bucks there, Plato! Maybe I should get you a bottle once a month so you can be like this..!"The pajama girl then requested with enticement the drink Alaistair had in hand! The Devil pulled out another glass, same size and design as the two before, and poured the drinking in. Alaistair slid it over carefully, speaking, "Here ya, Vennel. Care to learn a bit about this handle?"He put it aside, with the cap on, before he fetched the previous four bottles and got out yet another 2 glasses, one for himself and the other for Plato! As he made the drinks, he begun, "Now, I tend to have moments where I don't exactly do much, whether it's around the Loft or it's involving planet conquer. However, every once in a while, a Red Star known as the Makyo Star comes out! Now, I don't normally go out during that time, as the star tries to mess with something in my head. You're not the only one with an issue with multiple entities in ya, Plato..."Alaistair paused very briefly, shovelling a new glass all stirred up to Plato, before stirring his own up and letting it sit to grab Vennel's old glass for a 2nd Flying Scotsman to be made. He continued, "So on this night, I want say while I was on Vegeta before I met the former mercenary, now King of Namek Xylo.... No, it was after! Right! Now, I remembered a man we encountered, a blue looking individual in the low class end of town. Guy was a peddler of common goods that looked like they'd seen better days! This guy, however, wasn't there this time around. I asked around and, eventually, I ended up going out to the edge of the city, into a ruined district near the wastes. The guy was there, meeting with some acquaintances out there... It was a bit suspicious, don't get me wrong! However, I caught the smell of this stuff, and inquired about it! They were being stingy, so with some debating and twisting their words around, I was able to get myself one of four bottles scotfree... Actually, no," Alaistair admitted, pausing a couple of times to get his words straight. "One of them DID end up trying to kill me for that, but I ended up smacking him hard enough into a building that the SSE's officers were in route there! I ended up with the bottles after scaring the sons of bitches. One of them is the maker of this moonshine: Elerse va Durn, or in the common tongue, Eles of Durn. Eles and his company had been visiting the blue coot, wanting him to sell the moonshine and expand his business, but that's just extra details!"( Plato)
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Post by Plato on Feb 24, 2017 7:53:06 GMT
The Konstain turned his head looking at Alistair, "Thanks i guess?" He was Honestly confused by the demons Response but regardless he was chuckling guess it was good enough for now. "I see so your just crazy, i don't got the same problem, i'm assuming the other you is not trying to eat you alive or destroying everything whenever it gets a chance or maybe it is." He said as he grabbed the glass sipping some down. "Yes that how mine came out as well, expect it was this star that i call the White Blur, it was in the South Galaxy, near my home before all the the mumbo jumbo happened." He turned to Vennel, "Probley should know that but i can tell you all about Konats history later right now i think we all need a drink like Alistair said." He nodded before turning to take another sip as he listened to Alistair story about some sort of a blue man about how he came across Eles of Durn sort of Moonshine. He didn't care for it much but at the very least it was a good story. He enjoyed at least slightly better then hearing the demon talking about his problems to be sure. Vennel
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