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Post by Argus Boch on May 11, 2017 19:34:13 GMT
A large Saiyan walked down the streets of one of the well-kept middle-class districts, his features twisted into a sneer and fists clenched at his sides. Even from behind his horrible mood was clear as his tail lashed behind him as though ready to strike at anything that came near. Argus looked for all the world like he was ready to kill for even the slightest annoyance. He was, for lack of a better word, down on his luck. Which was, of course, entirely his own fault. He left the military knowing he had precious few noteworthy skills beyond fighting, and now he was facing the consequences of that decision. The thought hadn't really occurred to him yet that he could just rejoin and continue purging planets until he found more suitable employment, not that he would for a variety of legal reasons that he refuses to even think about. In fact, Argus decided he wasn't going to think about any of it. Not that he keeps getting fired for trivial bullshit, not that his bank account is hemorrhaging to keep him out of the slums with the pathetic whelps that shouldn't even be part of the same species as himself, and not about the fact that he's a grown man who's weaker than children. And the best way to stifle those unwanted thoughts was to drink until he was kicked out of the nearest bar. Like this one, which he was walking into right now. The place was pretty busy, cleaner than his usual haunts, and probably too expensive for how much he's struggling to get any solid income. Too bad he wasn't thinking about it and sat on a stool right at the bar to order as many bottles of cheap beer that his wallet would allow.
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Post by Capper Hofferson on May 12, 2017 1:23:05 GMT
| ORDERING PINT-SIZED AND EXTRA LARGE || COLLARD'S PL: UNKNOWN | | CAPPER'S PL: 20 | | CHIRE'S PL: UNKNOWN |
| GAIN BONUSES: T4 SHOP - COLLARD'S BAR | | MULTIPLIERS: +200% ZENI |
"GAME!"
Capper's smug smile never once faltered. He stared up in amusement at the green letters, emboldened with a thick white outline that swiped across the screen of the cafe's central television, mounted right above the bar. The bar curves into the room, dark in the barely lit room. Through the windows, the diamonds of lead panes, trickles the sallow light of street-lamps. The smell has changed over the years. Once it was of cigarette smoke only, the perfume that clung to clothing, skin and furniture alike. Now it smelt of stale beer and pungent steak, along with other food. A few of Vegeta's recently adopted meat tubes hung behind the bar, coupled with neatly arranged bottles of beer and liquor. The wooden shelves, tables, and even stools were custom, made by the bartender himself. All of themwere ornate, as if carved by a person with a profound love of literature- which proved to be a true assumption. The engravings were of leaves, of autumn berries and birds on the wing.
Capper had been taking a break from his hard work on modernized, brand spankin' new armor and scouters for the soldiers of the Empire. With the war against the Mazoku reaching it's peak, he had to do everything in his power to help, even as a non-combatant. But right now, the little one wasn't putting his brilliant mind to work. Before he had departed Earth after the Hoffersons got the call to get their butts to Vegeta, Collard took his child to a game store... Immediately, the little tyke took a liking to the brand new hit game, Serpent Master EX: 2. The game featured many playable characters, such as the Serpent Master Bing- whom Capper recognized as Etoru's own adoptive father, Captain Nova, and even the Ex-Queen Zucceta as returning fighters.
Capper played a mean Zucceta.
The screen faded to black as an irritated saiyan beside Capper threw his controller against the ground."THE WINNER IS... ZUCCETA!"
"Dammit, you dirty, fucking hacker!" The gruff saiyan spoke, slamming his hand against the table. "NOBODY can beat me in a fight! Not even a digital fight!" The man proclaimed, leaning over the smug little weakling. "And you, you pitiful little WEAKLING just--- just pulled off that cheap fucking combo! How the hell is anyone supposed to counter that, you little shit?!?!" The man asked, throwing a hand to the side.
"Git gud." "AAAUUUGH!"
And with that, the man stormed out of the bar. Collard snickered to himself while cleaning off a cup, picking up the dropped controller off the ground. Good thing these things were built to deal with rage-quitters. "Nyeheheheh..." Capper chuckled, picking up his remote and flicking back to the menu screen of the game. People had been trying to beat the weakling in this game nonstop, but the tactical champion Capper reigned supreme. He still wasn't that high up on the galactic leaderboards, but that would change eventually! He already made some progress on the original singleplayer story, but nothing beat the satisfaction of pummeling a live opponent. Capper's fighting will seemed to live in the digital world instead of the real one.
Chire was asleep in a chair beside Capper, while Collard was serving a few customers. Sighing, Capper would turn his head upon hearing the bell beside the entry door ding... Another customer? Or maybe even someone new to beat in Serpent Master EX: 2, perhaps? Turning around in his chair, Capper would curiously eye the large man who entered as the characters on the game screen began to display their bored, idle animations.
TAGS: Capper Hofferson , Argus Boch
OOC NOTES: WOMBO COMBOC A P P E R H O F F E R S O N 20 PL KI POINTS: 3/3
STATE: Base Form
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Post by Cepa on May 12, 2017 20:10:23 GMT
| ORDERING PINT-SIZED AND EXTRA LARGE || GAIN BONUSES: NONE | | PL MULTIPLIERS: NONE |
Cepa sat in one of the ordinary chairs by an empty table. She'd have gone for one of the tall stools by the bar counter, but they were a little too tall to the point where they were just a pain to get on and off of. Well, she could've just hovered for a bit and landed her rear end on one of them, but what's the fun in getting on something that high without a challenge? There was also the fact that Cepa would almost undoubtedly bang her head on the ceiling if she tried to fly indoors, but that part was irrelevant. "Plus," Cepa thought to herself proudly as she prepared to kick her seat back onto its hind legs. "You couldn't exactly do... THIS with a stool, could you?!"
Sure enough, her chair was now leaning backwards at a solid 45 degree angle, its two front legs dangling in the air. She carefully put her feet up on the table and crossed her legs while folding her hands behind her head. All the badasses made this pose at some point in their lives, and what better place for the girl to do it than in a bar? She couldn't see the other patrons with how focused she had to be on not falling over, but she was sure that each of them was staring at her in awe and fear of her might. The thought put a grin on her face, and she chuckled. Yep, she didn't even need to order anything. She was more than satisfied letting everyone else just be envious of he-
"AAAUUUGH!"
Someone cried out across the bar in frustration, the sound shooting across the room like a rocket and catching Cepa by surprise. "Wha-" she started to say, though she made the fatal mistake of turning over to look at whoever had been doing the screaming. Before she could react, the seat, though they had been trusted and close partners up till now, decided to backstab Cepa, working together with gravity to completely tip over backwards, sending the Saiyan falling down with it quite unceremoniously, her head banging onto the floor with a loud "THUD".
Though she was dazed and quite frankly a bit miffed at whoever had shouted and ruined her focus, she quickly stood back up and re-straightened the chair before sliding it back under the table. Luckily, it looked like nobody had really noticed her fall... She hoped. But now, Cepa was out for revenge. She looked over in the direction that the shout had come from, and there she found a small, snickering child, clearly laughing at the embarrassment he'd just caused her. She glared at the boy. Though he seemed to be too small to have given out a cry in such a deep voice, there was no doubt in Cepa's mind: he'd yelled out in order to throw her off balance and ruin her moment.
Angrily, she stomped over towards him, trying to go over something scary to say, and luckily she thought of several things to tell him even just on the brief walk. But unluckily, she hadn't exactly thought out the order in which she'd say them. Once she was just a few feet away from him, she placed her hands on her hips and agitatedly stated, "Hey, bet you you're thinkin' scared not of me!" Though any normal person may have feared she was having a stroke of some sort, Cepa didn't seem to notice how horribly she'd mangled her sentence, and instead smirked triumphantly. "That'll show him," she thought.
TAGS: Capper Hofferson Argus Boch
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Post by Argus Boch on May 20, 2017 0:55:29 GMT
Argus grunted as sat at the stool and dug into his pockets for his pack of smokes and a lighter. As he pulled them out he called for the barkeep, "Hey, get me whatever's cheapest that'll get me drunk." He didn't care what he got, he just wanted booze.
While waiting, he quickly stuck one of the white stick between his lips and lit the end, allowing his eyes to take in his surroundings. The familiar smell of burning tobacco, stale booze, and people who couldn't bother to shower after their last bout of training steadily calmed his nerves. He closed his eyes and rubbed at the bridge of his nose.
This is what he needed. Just a good drink and some time to calm his nerves.
He growled low in his chest at the screaming coming from where two soldiers were playing some game. It was embarrassing, hearing a grown man screech at a child over a video game. His nerves eased once the soldier stormed out in a huff, just when his order was placed in front of him, and he grunted to his server in acknowledgment. As soon as he grabbed the handle it was some girl's turn to be annoyingly loud.
His eyes shifted to the short pair and, taking the cigaret out of his mouth, he muttered, "I thought getting brats drunk made them quieter." |
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Post by Sinage on May 20, 2017 5:27:18 GMT
The shame of running from a fight on earth still plagued his mind.The inner shame he had felt was heavy making him have an unusual feeling. The shine in his eye gone leaving dull black irises deprived of passion. Walking down the street of his once home he always thought he would return a strong warrior ready to conquer the universe. The feeling of depression was starting to change him. Due to the lapse of time and stories being changed sinage had never heard the legends story of having to over come the shame of loss and failure. (This is reference to when Vegeta was on the meteor.) Looking around Sinage spotted the local watering hole, a place where warriors came to take a load off. However Sinage had a much more self destructive plan. Entering the establishment Sinage wasted no time going to sit at the bar right away. In a meek and low voice he asked for the strongest thing in the entire place. A sad aura hung over his head.
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