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Post by Mammon on Mar 10, 2017 5:18:28 GMT
We Want You!Conditions Apply
From south to west the city was plastered in fliers slapped on poles and busses and slow moving runners, it read 'Want to travel the stars? Want to meet new and interesting people? Go place you've never been? Want to be a part of something bigger than yourself? Join the Mazoku Dominion, interviews will be held between 12AM and 4PM, questions answered truths revealed at Glorianos Coffee House.'
The shop opened up from the park a small canvas overhang stretching out from the roof and providing shade to a few chairs around a table or two, the shop itself was an expense of dark wooden furniture and red wood floors the chime of two bells their sharp 'clinking' pronouncing anyone's entrance, delicate and expensive glass bowls and kiln-fired plates, hand crafted figurines lined the shelves and a simple dark counter sat towards the end with heavy coffee themed machinery upon its hardwood top.
He sat at one of these tables his hand mindlessly pushing a small spoon around in a half empty cup of coffee the other holding a book, he had long pale hair as if all but the most marginal of colour had been drained from it, a pointed face with cruel lines and wore a dark suit with a red undershirt, oh and did I mention he had horns? Yeah, he was clearly a demon from his red ruby eyes to the goatee that hung from his chin and two twining horns he looked every inch the demon, he only now needed the red devil suit to complete the package.
This was the equivalent to spitting in the eye of god, he was calling down the thunder saying 'give me your best shot', he had left Namek on his own incentive just to take a breather from the planet of one hundred things you couldn't do. You couldn't get a good cup of coffee, couldn't tuck into a good meal, could catch a show, all in all he preferred earth and here in Glorianos Coffee House, he was going to sate all his needs and take a measure of earth, sizing up its opinions on the new boogie man. He opened up the book and read aloud "Not marching in the fields of Thrasymene, where Mars did mate the warlike Carthagens; nor sporting in the dalliance of love, In courts of kings where state is overturn’d..." his voice was a basso rumble an auditor addressing a crowd, but there was no crowd just himself and the coffee house.
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Post by Rebecca E. Dewitt on Mar 10, 2017 7:38:28 GMT
[Thread PL: 56,662] [Renegade Reactor x6P Active] [Current PL:339,972] [Pico "Panzer Ink" Lennon's PL: 13] (This is a future minion, but for now has negligible PL) NOTE - MY CHARACTER GOES BY THE NAME OF VIVIAN "... And so, after Admiral Amerinuts bashed the evil Dr. Donuttz with his Square Shield, he lifted him up by the edge of his jacket, and threw the Red Ribbon Imperialist through about twenty walls!" "Aaaaand when did I ever say that I cared about this movie you just watched?"Two people spoke as they walked down the sidewalks of Satan City, the both of them having a nice day out doing a whole lot of nothing. Vivian having such a confident strut while wearing a blue long dress, something that jumped straight out of a Saturday Morning Cartoon. Cold black eye beaming forward as she shot out a sharp grin, her very thin robotic arms swinging to and fro as she was enjoying the day off. Trailing behind her was a pink haired half-shark-zoan, wearing a very bright yellow jumpsuit, while he sported the shiniest, sharpest grin. The two of them were heading towards a cafe owned by the family of one of the few friends Panzer had, and he swears that they make some of the best pastry foods. And, because Panzer splurged a little on his money, Vivian finally had the ability to actually taste things! Though she knew not as to why Panzer thought this was a good idea, cause now she tasted a constant taste of metal against her very synthetic tongue. It was so gosh dang annoying that she was tempted to turn off the sensory functions. But something else dwelled on her mind as she noticed a couple of fliers flung throughout the city which was obviously propaganda. The interesting bit was that it was Makozu Empire propaganda, which rang a couple bells as the talkin' with Vi-Poi informed her of a Namekian conquering land out in space. And Makozu sounded like a familiar term, but she was unsure of what it was. And luck had it that the interviews were taking place at Panzer's friend's place. After enduring a good ten more minutes of Panzer babbling about more stupid movies that sounded centuries old, but were apparently classics. Thanking the Kami's above that they arrived, Vivian said to Panzer, "I'ma go get us a seat. You go and get the food while I find us the perfect seat!""Fine, but I'm surprising you with the food. Boy I can't wait to share with you my friend's amazing cookery.""Whaaaatever" She said with a joking grin, pushing her way inside and finding the place to be normal except for one obvious, pale, white speck. This blight which ruined the normalcy within the cafe was actually a demon, according to the scanners within the black lens of her eye, one that had a criminal record? Apparently this was the Energy Signature of a demon known as Mammon, who somehow escaped BBA custody after attempting to rob a bank with a toy car remote and a couple guns. Thwarted by a couple of civvies, he disappeared off the face of the planet. Maybe she can kill two birds with one stone if she was tactful. Smiling coyly to herself, the hat-wearing android pushed her way past a couple of men who were exchanging digits in the middle of the walking lanes, heading towards the demon at the table. Finding herself a seat at the table, she propped her feet up onto the table. Having heard what he was muttering out loud and reading the name of the book he was reading, she easily pulled up the bluenotes of this book and started to quote it in a matter of fact state continuing a little after what he was muttering, "The form of Faustus' fortunes, good or bad: And now to patient judgments we appeal, And speak for Faustus in his infancy."Stopping there, she spoke out loud, "Doctor Faustus. Didn't read past the first page because the rest looked boring, but I remember crap like that as if it were nothing. The names Vivian, and I heard you's were recruitin' for a Micazu Empire? Wanna tell me what its about and whose in charge of this whole shindig, as I'm curious my friend!"
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Post by Mammon on Mar 10, 2017 8:40:33 GMT
We Want You! Literary Backhand
Tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, went the bells the door rattling on its hinges, and what should appear before the tolling of the bells? A thing he wasn't sure how to describe it, it was obviously human in form but those spindly arms they were that of an insect broken up by tiny minute joints, but at least it had good taste he was about to open his mouth to finish the quote when 'Didn't read past the first page' he put down his book. "I guess I'll have to have taste for the both of us, please have a seat." he wasn't sure about this person in the least, for one he couldn't even sense any life energy she drew up a blank on his senses, even the lowest forms of life at least registered on a one or two but this one was without any. He'd have to play it safe.
"Maz-oku Dominion." he chided correcting Vivian, he flashed her what he thought was a soft smile meant to be charming and reassuring, it was in fact a leer and more of a raising of the lip's and a display of sharpened canines, in that look he had all the good qualities of a seasick crocodile. Which were not many. "And who leads this 'shindig' would be Lord Xylo, liberator of Namek, protector of the realm and stalwart savour of damsels in distress and slayer of dragons." he said all this with a wave of his hand his voice packing an almost lethal dose of sarcasm. "Adventure and rewards can all be yours for the simple price of obedience."
"Can I buy you a coffee?" he looked her up from her hat to the soles of her shoes, like he was trying to figure out a puzzle one he didn't know where the pieces were and it was locked in a pitch black room, he was drawing blanks. He could try seduction 'what is your heart's desire?' but he felt she'd laugh at him for being so cliche, he could try bullying but the whole question mark really didn't sit well with him, so he'd have to wait for an opening. "Tell me about yourself, what's your name and who is your friend?" at least he was normal registering as a meh on the mindscape but bothering to show up in the first place, he wasn't just losing his wits.
"Another coffee." he raised a hand gesturing for the person behind the counter. "Black as sin." he indulged himself in stereotype and wordplay, but he got the feeling he'd be the only one thinking he was awfully clever today. "What do you like to do for fun?"
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Post by Cipher 24 on Mar 11, 2017 23:24:24 GMT
"You have got to be joking me." Cipher stared at the flyer in his hand.He had simply been out and about with his fiance Porsalynne, looking into caterers for their upcoming wedding, and the pair were finding these flyers all over the place. The Mazoku Dominion. He didn't know what that was, but after what had happened on Namek, with all these suddenly popping up. It couldn't be just a coincidence. But the fact that they were plastered everywhere was almost ridiculous. Cipher honestly couldn't take it seriously. Still, he should check out just what this was about. And so herre they were, in the coffee house mentioned.
It didn't take long to find the one responsible. A demon, just sitting in the middle of the place, reading Faust. A quick look through the BBA's database proved that this individual, Mammon was his name, had been arrested for a bank robbery and had escaped BBA custody. And now he was here running a recruitment drive and drawing attention to himself. Cipher was doing everything he could to avoid facepalming from it all.
Before he could approach though, he noticed someone approaching the demon. An android with strange arms and a tophat. He recognized her from an information briefing. Vivian was her name, just recently joined up with the BBA and a new member of KAOS. Had she come here to investigate as well? The pale android sat back and listened to their conversation while Porsalynne ordered a coffee. She was surprisingly calm about all this. Then again, she always felt safe when Cipher was around, and from what he could sense from the demon, Cipher didn't have anything to fear from him.
As he listened, a certain name sprung up in his words. Xylo. Xylo was the leader of the Mazoku Dominion? And this guy was recruiting for him? A wanted criminal, recruiting for an evil empire, on a planet that could be considered their enemy? Cipher wanted to bang his head on the table at the sheer stupidity of it all, but refrained. Instead, the android slowly rose to his feet.
"Take care dear," Porsalynne said, giving him a warm smile. Cipher gave her a small smile back. "I'll be fine. Enjoy your coffee." He turned and approached the demon, who was busy talking to Vivian. "You know," Cipher said, leaning in, "Most wanted criminals try to keep a low profile."
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Post by Rebecca E. Dewitt on Mar 13, 2017 3:27:04 GMT
Vivian continued sitting casually at the table, training her gaze in on Mammon while her internal processors were opening up some tabs, trying to access the BBA Bluenet, trying to find out where the nearest ally was. I mean, it would be a complete blunder on her part if she somehow lets this bozo get away. Oh boy this is going to be so delightful, watching this guy freak the hell out once his little stint was up. He even mentioned something about Xylo, a tyrant who made his want of conquest known, and a person that Vivian wouldn't really care about if Vi-Poi himself didn't make a big deal out of him Hearing the words flow from his mouth, she spoke out loud in response, "The Mokuba Dwarvish, Gotchya. And nah, I don't need a coffee, my buddy's getting a surprise for me. But yeah, I'm compleeeetely interested in your Lord Zilcho And the name's Vivian, and my buddy is the person who made me. Good kid he his, honest heart."
As she continued speaking, a little odd number started peaking on her internal displays, the chimes of the door opening as two figures walked in. A female form heading towards the counter in order to order, while the massive strength that was all too familiar in numbers. Her lips curled up as she answered the next question, "What I like to do for fun is to ruin other people's days. And the best way to ruin a good day is to reveal that I, despite my appearances, am part of the BBA. And a tall, white, handsome friend's appearance kind of sealed your fate today ya criminal candle head. So, Mr. Mammon, what do you like for fun? Spilling your guts while you tell us everything you know?"
A rather sadistic smile formed, showing off her sharp metal chompers. She was enjoying bullying little guys like these, who didn't know the right and proper channels to do things like this. Mammon here knew full well he was walking into such a minefield, doing things that could gather the worst kind of attention to him. He was either one grand old' moron, or he was planning something. Scooting over in her seat, she patted right beside her in the booth while looking up at Cipher, saying to him, "Ey, I was about to call you... Well, you, Chai, or this Ayna woman? Whatever. Siffer? Is that how you pronounce your name? Why not take a seat, and let's hear what this loser has to say. I mean, it's not like he can outrun us nor pose a real threat. And if he does... Well, we can beat the livin' tar out of him."
Meanwhile, Panzer had finally gotten the Sea-Salt Ice Caramel Macchiato Brulee Supremo Grande Deluxe, with extra whip cream, two cherries, and a shot of mocha stirred in... And then got his second one, knowing that Rebecca would like this, as he had fine tuned her taste buds himself. He wasn't going to endure eating foods he hated, so he made sure that her tastes were in line with his, to a high degree that is. Though, as she turned around, he faced a rather attractive woman, although a little mature. Adopting the nicest grin he has, he would say, "Hey, I've never seen you around here before. My, what a beautiful woman you are, your radiance leaves me scrambling to find words to describe it just. My name is Panzer, and what is yo-"
"OI, PANZIE, WHY THE HELL YOU MACKIN' ON HER?! SHE OBVIOUSLY CAME IN WITH THIS IMPOSING BASTARD SITTING NEXT TO ME, AND HE CAN KICK YOUR ASS TEN TIMES HARDER THAN I CAN!"
Vivian shouted at him, her head shooting over the border as she knew exactly what the hell he was doing. Keeping her eyes trained on him, the pink haired doofus chuckling rather awkwardly as the weight of Vivian's words settled in, he walked back over to the booth the group was located in, Panzer scooting in and pushing Mammon into the corner of the booth while taking a seat, sliding the Iced Macciato Brulee Supremo Grande Deluxe, both goofballs taking drinks of their caffeinated drinks while anticipating the results of what just unfolded.
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Post by Mammon on Mar 13, 2017 5:50:35 GMT
We Want You! Caught You!
As the trap was drawn around him the hunters appearing like sharks at the first scent of blood, he drew up his sleeve a fat silver timepiece ticked and tocked counting the seconds as they passed "You're late." he sighed raising the half empty and now cold cup of coffee to his lip's, he breathed life into getting it to bubble and pop. "You know reheating via dark magic always makes it lose flavor. Please sit." he gestured for Cipher, to sit down in the empty place at the booth.
"Most wanted criminals try to keep a low profile."
"Most are not me." he made a small gesture drawing a line from his cheek down to his chin. "Your eyeliner is running, and really green? With your complexion." he shook his head as if this was the most offensive thing here and not Vivians threats. "I mean between the three of you, you make a good case for state-mandated dress codes." as Panzer, slid up next to him he allowed the kid to move him across the booth but he wasn't nice enough to pass up the opportunity, he slid his arm over his shoulder resting it there as might two best friends sharing a moment they'd remember for a long time, and if his friends wanted to try anything he'd remember this moment for the rest of his life, which might be a bit short.
"Who does your hair?" he reached out taking a strand in his hand rubbing it between thumb and forefinger, he was uncomfortably closed to Panzar, now examining the boy with great red eye's that glowed with unseen fire sparkling hungrily in those glistening wet orbs. "So soft, so pretty." he wanted this moment in time taken like a photo, so they could examine it later and ask 'what went wrong?' "but what do they say about the pretty ones is that they die young? Or is that the good die young." he released him leaning back into the booth giving up his advantage and hostage. "I'm here to talk."
"Mind if I smoke?" he said in all the tones of one who doesn't care if they minded, he flicked out a thin roll of tobacco setting it between his lip's. "I'm here to tell our side of the story, after all we're not the bad guys. And a lot of us would hate to draw Earth into the confusion, I think you owe it to your people to at least hear us out. Now do we want to do it down at the station or here? I don't want to repeat myself too much."
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Post by Cipher 24 on Mar 14, 2017 12:37:48 GMT
Porsalynne couldn't help but be a little tickled by the young man flirting with her, nor could she help finding the exchange between him and his mechanical friend amusing. Cipher, likewise, wasn't at all bothered by the guy flirting with her. Hell, it was flattering, since he knew she only had eye for him, and vice versa. Besides, right now he had to focus on the task at the task at hand. The demon they were speaking to that seemed way to casual in a situation like this. The android completely ignored his jabs at him (he had honestly heard worse in his life) and tried not to roll his eyes as he was almost throwing himself at Vivian's partner Panzer. He leaned on the table, steepling the fingers on two of his hands, while the other two rested on his lap. The pale android eyed the demon as he spoke, saying the same stuff anyone caught would say. That they weren't the bad guys. Under normal circumstances, Cipher would have taken those words with a grain of salt. After all, he always tried to see both points of view. Just ask the saiyans whom he tried to broker peace with on multiple occasions. However, this was not one such group who had 'noble' goals. "Yes, because conquering an otherwise peaceful planet using an ancient evil, maiming children, and effectively declaring war on the galaxy just screams "We're the noble heroes."," Cipher said flatly, waving off the demon in front of them, "But go ahead. Say your peace. We'll do it here, since everyone seems to have gotten comfortable."
Rebecca E. Dewitt Mammon
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Post by Rebecca E. Dewitt on Mar 17, 2017 1:05:35 GMT
Hearing the rather casual act, Vivian couldn't help but roll her synthetic black eyes, as this guy both acting as if he was above some sort of common criminal, and that he had a superior fashion sense. "Well Excuuuuuuse me for us not wanting to look like normal people, and you sit here with four horns and a face that look like it's made out of worn out leather. I MEAN, GET YOURSELF A GOD DAMNED MIRROR AND LOTION!!!" And for emphasis, she held her hand up towards his face, and at how rather obtuse it looked compared to the three of them. And as Panzer took a seat, he was pulled closer to the odd looking demon, arm wrapped around shoulder. Vivian's posture straightened up a bit as her buddy was getting manhandled by this demon, though she stifled a laugh as she heard the beginning of what Mammon said. "Bro, I'm not into dudes, especially ones as ugly as you... Alright Mr. Leather face?" Panzer began, trying to push his way off of the demon but to no avail. What he said next was quite literally low key threatening to take his life, especially after bungling up a rather common saying. Not wasting any time, the thin armed android slinked her hands across the table, picking up all the metal knives before chucking all four at the same time. Panzer barely moved out of the way as the four knives stabbed right into seat behind both the Half-Zoan and the Demon. "Cross that line, and I won't guarantee your safety... Nor your life." Vivian said with a dark grin, her very sharp teeth showing quite proudly as she leaned in a bit, looking into Mammon's red orbs with her soulless black eyes. Her hand moved between the two of them, palm open as she started to tap into her reactor's new capabilities. Digital-like ki formed in her hand, coming together in a solid fashion in slow, but steady pace. As if solidifying and coloring right before them, Vivian was creating an object like a 3D printer, but on a muuuch higher level. Soon enough, a military knife that was as long and half as wide as Mammon's face formed in Vivian's hand, the android grasping onto her over sized knife as she spun it in her fingers, blade always pointing at Mammon. Making her point, she pulled backward into her seat, but not before Panzer said with a toothy grin, while at the same time holding his nose shut, "Yo, Viv, mind handling the smoke?"Chuckling rather darkly as she knew what he meant, Vivian's arm swiped with such ferocity towards Mammon's face, centimeters from his flesh as it sliced the tobacco stick right in half. Pulling her blade back to her body while sinking back into the seat, she explained, "Two things. One, Panzie over thea' don't like the smoke. It's toxic to him, much more than it does to ya body. Zoans have pretty keen senses after all, and the pink haired doof ain't an exception. Second, can you even read boy!? I highly doubt that, as it even says right frickin' there!"With her free hand, she pointed directly at the window which overlooked the street, while maintaining complete eye contact with Mammon. Her finger pointed directly to a sign, which states the obvious symbol and words for 'No Smoking'. Rightfully apparent in its own bold black and red lettering over a white sign. Either the demon tried to break the rules on purpose, or he truly did not know that this cafe didn't support smoking in the slightest. "Now that you're here, ya gonna spill the beans for us, got it bucko?" Vivian asked with a proud grin, willing to make full on any of her threats at a moment's notice. Unlike Mammon, she could throw her weight around and not get arrested for it. Them's the perks of working for the force that currently ruled the world.
Hard Light Constructs [UT] - Used to magic Biiig Knife
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Post by Mammon on Mar 17, 2017 4:23:09 GMT
We Want You! The Sad Truth
They were crossing the physical and metaphorical line veiled threats were one thing but actually throwing knives and drawing lines in the sand, they were going to pass the point of no return if they kept this up. "I like that, playing hard to get." a thin serpentine tongue slid out from his mouth, slick with saliva and tasting the air, Evidently he didn't like the taste, too much like a mechanics shop in here. "Come now can't we just be-" the knives thunked into the seat next to him with a noise that went something like 'thunk' 'thunk' 'thunk' 'wheeze' it was like the sound of a dying man as air was forced out through the new tears in the cushioned seat. "civil? I guess not."
He could at least consign himself to a well-deserved smoke, 'snik' the blade went matching the distance between robot cigarette and demon, He guessed not. He dropped it to the ground unlit crushing it underfoot more out of habit than need, this was a crooked cop if he had ever seen one, he'd have to play it more safe less threats. "We're building a doomsday weapon on your moon, when it is complete we will harness the power of Earth rudeness and rule the world." he said trying to kill them with sarcasm. "Stop with the paltry threats, if you meant business you would've taken one of my fingers or shot me in the leg. As it is you're just being very rude." he'd seen worse in Xylos court of personality someone could lose an arm over the wrong question, well someone had but it had been a majin but the pain he assumed was real enough. Do Majins feel? Questions for later.
"...peaceful planet..." "Exactly, what has their peace gotten them? If you're familiar with Namek history you'd know it is one of blood and fire, in our own lifetime we've seen it destroyed." he held aloft his hand his finger's coming togeather like he was crushing an invisible orange or a very tiny planet, probably the former. Probably. "And not until recently it was occupied by a military force with no Namekian oversight, what makes it worse that the people in question have a history of destroying planets, lives, even shooting their own young at planets for them to grow fat on plunder and slaughter." he shook his head from side to side as if the mere thought alone disgusted him. "Or their fearless leader Accordio, who never left his hut. That is their peace. So you tell me should we have asked them nicely to leave? We lost less lives by cutting out the 'peace' talks and let them get ready." he sneered the word 'peace' as if the very utterance was an offense on creation.
"But I'm sure you can understand, your own order is no bastion of hope its groundwork has been built on a bloody battlefield." he said raising the half empty coffee cup to his mouth and draining it so half became none. "So tell me how much is peace worth, is it worth a thousand little tyrants picked by the Siayans to rule over conquered worlds? Cause thousands still die every day in petty wars." he pulled one of the knives out of the chair next to him examining it before setting it on the table, he flicked it and it spun end over end pointing accusatorily at all those that sat. "The child? Oh, the boy. Yes an unfortunate cost but one we'd pay again. For that child had the power to level planets, and you think we could just let him run around after he attacked us? What we did was a mercy were death should've sat we left father peace reign." he steepled his finger's on the table giving them a look that said without speaking 'here is how it's gonna be'. "If earth joins the war, the war will change. You have some of the greatest fighters in the universe, I will not deny you what you've earned."
"We wouldn't so much as fight you as make it not worth fighting us, gorilla tactics. Bombs on streets, hit and run. Thousands would die, and before you say are you threatening us? Yes, cause that would happen." the knife stopped pointing at Cipher, the die was cast. "You may think us monsters, but we have no wish to fight you or your people. But we will if you force us."
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Post by Cipher 24 on Mar 17, 2017 17:37:08 GMT
Cipher waved a hand to Vivian, silently telling her to calm herself down when she began to throw her weight around. No sense in causing a scene yet. If the demon in front of them was going to cause any trouble, Cipher could easily deal with him. Right now, this was a battle of words, and getting angry would only give oneself a disadvantage. He sat quietly and listened to the demon prattle one, spinning a tale of peace and war, before giving an empty threat about how Earth will suffer if it gets involved in the fighting. His eyes narrowed slightly when he mentioned attacking the citizens directly. If they did come to blows, he was going to make sure he made this upstart eat his words. He waited until he was finished before Cipher responded. "First off, I'm more than aware of Namek's past. A shame such a peaceful race has to be victimized on such a regular basis. However, it doesn't change the fact that at the time, they did have peace under the SSE's protection. PROTECTION, not rule." He leaned back, cross his arms. "I was there when Xylo touched down. The Namekians weren't being subjigated by the Saiyans. There was no SSE appointed 'tyrant' ruling the planet. They had an elder of their own running things. One which Xylo has driven from his world in his bid for power." He leaned back on the table. "The point is, there was peace. And you shattered it.""As for how the SSE runs things, I can't say I approve. But I'm not in a position to dictate how they run their empire. However, it seems to me that you lot seem to be acting in a similar fashion. Taking over planets, ruling them with an iron fist. In fact, if I'm correct, just recently seized control of the Raiti-Zacro asteroid, a piece of Arcosian territory. Seems the Saiyans aren't the only ones you have a grudge against." A small smirk spread across his face. "As for 'the boy', I'll have you know the boy's been recovered, is back in action, and is very, very angry with the lot of you. As are many people here."He leaned back in his seat, looking the demon in the eyes. "Now, as for Earth getting involved, you wish for us to stay out, threaten us to stay out, and yet you're here trying to recruit people to fight for you. And before you say 'I was really trying to get your attention', nobody believes that for a second." He made a waving motion, dismissing the possibility before continuing, "But if you're aware of our strength, then you should be more than aware that even the SSE, in the height of its power, with an army of Ozaru and Super Saiyans, failed to defeat us. And failed badly I'd like to add." He reached for the knife, slowly turning it so its blade pointed at Mammon. "Now, that was just one empire versus one planet. You lot on the other hand have picked a fight with the entire galaxy. The SSE, the Arcosian Empire, and by extension on both fronts, us. We're already involved, so nothing's really changed. You'll lose. Badly."He gave a small tilt of his head, as if a thought occurred to him, "Oh, and one last thing. It's not wise to tell a high ranking member of an enemy army, just how you plan to fight them. That's just poor tactics."Rebecca E. DewittMammon
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Post by Rebecca E. Dewitt on Mar 18, 2017 22:51:57 GMT
After making her bold faced threats towards the demon, hearing the snide sarcastic comment of a planet busting moon weapon. Unable to help herself from making her own comments, she started brainstorming a couple comebacks to use while also listening on the conversation, Panzer picking himself up out of the booth and sitting at the lonely two seater table that lay directly across the power-trio. And the more she listened to him, the more she got curious as a lot of this sounds a lot more extravagant than it should be. Reality wasn't as good as this, which started to give her ideas as to his deceitful nature. Curiouser still, she opened up his criminal record and noticed that he made a huge lie about detonating bombs, when the trigger was nothing but a toy car remote.
And such a thing was found out because of a very particular quirk of his, thanks to a southern sounding passerby, according to the reports that is.
She adopted a very devious grin as she was hand waved by the pale bot himself! It seems he wanted to get a handle on things by himself, and it seemed he too was well knowledged about some of the topics spoken about by this Mammon character. Fading herself out of the conversation, she decided to let Cipher handle the bulk of the speechy bits as she'd rather knock this fool out right now. Such a smarmy little demon thinking he had complete control of the situation absolutely disgusted her, as he really knew not as to his position. Even after her suave display of knife throwing and cigarette chopping, he kept braving the waters with his dumb confidence.
"Now, tell us the truth," she said the first time, "Mammary, you are most noted for being quite a fervent liar, keeping your cool despite some very harsh opposition of course. Though I knew not of how you eluded the BBA forces, it was most noted that you wear a poker face in the harshest of times. So, why not tell us the truth about what you are saying! It ain't going to kill you as much as lying to us of course, because I just can't stand it when bold faced morons don't admit when they are caught lying. Even Siffer over here is calling you out on your bull schnitzel, as you truly do not know what you are even doing by meeting up with us."
Tapping her finger against the table of the booth, Vivian added a third and final time, "Now, why don't you tell us the truth."
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Post by Mammon on Mar 19, 2017 1:28:02 GMT
We Want You! The Lash of My Tongue
He began rolling his eye's as Cipher talked, it was a wonder they didn't fall out of his head from the weight of 'is he still talking?' "You say conquerors I say liberators, we can mince words all day and exchange threats till the day turns to night." he looked nothing short of a student held back after class for flicking elastic bands at his neighbors, he let out a world-weary sigh that carried with it all first world problems. "But do not deny me this Eyeliner, the Sayiens were there without permission. Even if their intent was good they were still a foreign force without Namekian oversight, occupying Namek." these BBA were all bark no bite, he had tested their metal and found them wanting. After all at the bank tho they had won it was more luck than anything, at least that's what he told himself. But they didn't kill unless they had to, they didn't hurt people. They were good guys until they could justify themselves, he wouldn't let them justify raising a single hand.
"...That's just poor tactics." "Yes you've seen through us, you've caught me red handed . Now all you need to find out is where we attack, how we're gonna do it, and when. You've cracked the code Sherlock!" he said now dancing on their graves with his sarcasm when before he started to dig their bodies up and disgrace the dead Vivian, spoke. "Flattery will get you everywhere." he fluttered his eye's and put the back of his hand to his head swooning like a damsel if they wanted to play silly buggers he'd give them the best game they ever had. "But everything I said has been true, well at least the Dominion believes it to be. After all there are no villains just heroes with difficult choices." "But if you want to know why I Mammon, am here the answer is quite simple. I wanted a coffee, I wanted to get away from Namek. You have no idea how dull it's there, there is grass and water as far as the eye can see and little else." he was starting to play with a sugar packet he turned it over to read its contents, unsurprisingly it was sugar. He ripped it open and emptied it on the table. "Honestly you're disappointed that Xylo, is a monster I'm disappointed that he isn't more of one, I haven't got to oppress a single person since I joined." he began to draw in the sugar his finger making small strokes dividing the grains of white into four piles."But I don't lie when I don't have to, ask the right questions and I'll give you the right answers." alternative answers but someone would think they're right. "Anyway there isn't a whole lot to be gained, I'm not even here under orders. Really just under the pretext of scouting out this planet, and before you ask I don't know where he's gonna attack or his exact battle plans. The most you're staying for is my amazing company.""Now you've got three choices." he held up his hand waggling three fingers like he was trying to teach numbers to childdren, 'this is one, this is two...' "One you take me to your leader to talk out a peaceful agreement, two you arrest me, three you leave me to have another coffee."
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Post by Cipher 24 on Mar 20, 2017 14:58:10 GMT
Cipher listened quietly as the demon prattled on, still holding that air of superiority about him. The demon was just insufferable. He could only imagine watching that smarmy look wash off his face when Xylo and his pet monstrosity fell. That was probably why he was so casual about the whole ordeal. He thought his employer had his back. "Well then," Cipher murmured, "Guess we'll have to deal with you all before you come to earth, now don't we? After all, your master so graciously invited us." After being attacked by the SSE, it was a refreshing change of pace to be the ones bringing the fighting to them. "I'm afraid though that you won't get a chance to speak with our dear leader, as he's currently off planet, most likely having words with your leader." Cipher's tone told them that whatever 'words' Vipoi had for Xylo, the namekian was not coming out on top, "But fear not, I can tell you exactly what he would say to the life's of you. "Get the hell off of my planet."." Cipher leaned back in his seat. "You're a wanted criminal Mammon. Letting you go isn't an option. And to be frank, you're not worth the resources to keep locked up. So I'm going to present you a choice."His eyes locked onto his. "Either you leave the planet now, under your own violation, or I beat you into a pulp, drag your broken body to the nearest wasteland of a planet and dump you there until Xylo gets around to picking you u. If he picks you up." He was done with word play with this disrespectful demon. He was giving it to him plain and simple. "So, what will it be?"Rebecca E. Dewitt
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Post by Rebecca E. Dewitt on Mar 23, 2017 2:38:42 GMT
The more that she listened to this smarmy jerkface, the more that she just wanted to go into sleep mode, as what was amusing at first became rather annoying. The tone of Mammon's voice utterly patronizing as it tried to play an authoritative role, her fingers started tapping against the wood of the booth's table, waiting for the demon to end his endless droning. Even when he said that he was giving them answers, it was obvious that he was lying due to Cipher's stance from earlier, quite literally destroying part of his argument earlier. This guy was nothing but a living pile of deceit, and he might have earned respect if he actually did something with his silver tongue. But alas, he wasted it on trying to threaten someone who could burst planets.
Rolling her black eyes, which really didn't look like they were rolling at all to be quite honest, Vivian allowed her white garbed friend on her right completely make the right call in giving the answer of Vi-Poi. As if the leader of Earth would bend to the whims of anyone in this galaxy, especially with the insurmountable strength he had possessed within his own slender frame. Giggling a little in how he got a little vulgar in how he told him to get off the planet, as the points made were completely in line with their logic. Though, as she listened even more, she got a little miffed about a missing third option to go against Mammon's own third and pointless choice.
"Oooh, Ooooooh!" Vivian said with such glee, acting as if she was a kid in a candy store, especially with someone so weak sitting right before them. "Siffer, you forgot the third and final options... You could leave him in my care, in which no one will ever see him again... Whole, that is. I would rip this lying sack of crap into seven different pieces, and chuck them as far as I can to the furthest corners of the world. Though he remains on this planet, he would live out the ever so lovable death sentence, that I'd deliver personally with my own two hands. Ripping my hands through your flesh and letting your gore and entrails splatter all about, I'll make sure that no one would ever recognize you again."
By the time Vivian finished her little violent tirade, her mouth getting wider as she could just imagine the horror show she would unleash upon this smart mouthed moron, he could hear that the room had gone silent. Pretty much everyone was now all eyes and ears on the conversation unfolding before them, and most of the civilians quite unnerved by the ginger haired android's little excessive threat. An ant could fart in this room and everyone would be able to hear it, as the tension that was created was thick and could be sliced through with a thousand degree knife.
Disregarding the room, she continues, "So, Mammary, what do you say? Peaceful leave? Beaten up and shipped off? Or, my personal favorite options, complete and utter devastation to your body. I recommend the third, as you'd never have to worry about living anymore..."
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Post by Mammon on Mar 23, 2017 10:04:20 GMT
We Want You! Begone Foul Demon
It happened in two actions first he took in a deep breath holding it in for a second, for two seconds, three seconds, four second his face turned a shade red and not unlike trying to hold back a dam about to burst with electric tape he could hardly hold it back. "HAHAH-" laughter poured from his open mouth sharp and shrill the kind that never laughs with but only at, this self-proclaimed hero would sacrifice hundreds of thousands on pride cause of an insult, he gave them too much credit and the credit he had given them wouldn't even buy a soda can. "-HAHAH! Oh god, my sides. Make it stop." he banged the table once and twice for effect, he was now hamming it up for their sake. "I think I'm good now, wait no. HA."
"First, you'd really condemn people to the firing line over your pride. I mean not even a discussion of battlefield etiquette, no shooting civilians and medics and the like." he extended his pointer and index finger and cocked back his thumb like it was some kind of 'handgun'. "Not even going to bother." and he mimed shooting the other guests mouthing the words 'BANG' 'BANG'. "You surely pull this trigger as much as we do, I wash my hand's clean."
"But no matter I choose to make of the open hand and let father peace reign, I after all care-" and the threats started rolling out of robo riding hood "Wow jee wiz I get all those choices?" threatening a demon was much like throwing lettuce at a shark, if you didn't back it up it was empty and he was use to empty threats. "Do I get to pick who devastates my body? Or is it just you. Cause I'll pass. But honestly." he shook his head before giving the android a level gaze "Ripping my hands through your flesh and letting your gore and entrails splatter all about?" he repeated in a shrill mockery of her own voice, he got close to it except he pitched it a little higher more nasally and made it ten times more annoying. "I didn't feel the threat, try again but put a little bit more emotion into it."
"I will break you joint by joint." he said in a basso rumble more earth tremor then something torn from a living throat. "I will drink your screams like fine wine." he leaned over the table slamming a hand on the table cracks and divides spiderwebbing out on the table's surface. "Theatrics, if you're going to threaten me at least have the common decency to do it well." he straightened up adjusting his tie. "Well it's been fun kids, it really has been. But I'll have to pass on the beating and murder so I'll be leaving peacefully from your world, besides I already did my shopping." he began to walk out the door before turning around to give them one last look at the demon, he made a quick gesture with his hand, what was he gonna do? Was this going to get violent in the last moments, what would the cost be. He extended his thumb, his pointer finger, and his pinkie making the universal symbol for phone. "Call me." he said to Panzer before leaving the store laughing to himself, oh he was a funny guy even if no one else thought he was.
ATTEMPTING to leave thread Intent PL
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