Post by Deleted on Apr 11, 2015 13:39:30 GMT
"So, you mean to tell me that you're here on business... From outer space? And that partnering with you will benefit me how-?" The voice was of a woman, older and about in her fifties. Suspicion and incredibility laced her voice as she sat across from Zerori at a round table. The room they were in was immaculately clean, with only sparse belongings that were made of custom to a logo known as Capsule Corp. The woman in particular was representative of such a company yet many rumors were heard that she was related to the long line of successors. With brunette hair and golden eyes, paired with a very feline like anthromorphic face, Zerori felt inclined to disagree.
Obviously the saiyaness could care less, placing her arms on the table with an affirmative gesture, "That's right. It sounds odd, but I assure you that my affiliations are my own."
From the expression on the woman's face, the representative - whom introduced herself as Mable - was unconvinced, possibly even on the edge of incensed by Zerori's claims. "How ridiculous do you take my company to be?" She hissed, venom dripping from her tone.
"Not in the least, however," Zerori's tone lowered, "-I'm starting to wonder that you don't take my claims seriously and that can be taken as an insult." The Halflings the words were crisp and clear, unfettered by the accent she grew up to have on Vegeta. She trained her tone and syllables properly to create what she called 'Business Mode'.
Across from her, Mable stood up, "Are you threatening me?!" She demanded, her casual ire now changed to full-fledged offense. The saiyaness shook her head.
"Not at all. It's advice, if at all. Answer my question," She urged calmly. However, it seemed the woman was completely unhinged now. I take it back; she can't be competent enough to run this company with that business attitude.
"You will need to leave immediately!" Mable snarled, pressing a button underneath the table that would apparently beckon someone to escort Zerori off the premises. At this gesture, Zerori smirked and stood from her seat.
"Absolutely; our business is finished and I have what I came for," She responded calmly,even as the doors slammed open the arrival of two men in Blue Banner uniforms walked in. Before they would touch her, she raised a hand, "I can walk myself," stepping around the table toward the exit.
Passing by Mable, she spoke quickly and softly, "-Interstellar Mercs. Inc. will not being doing business with your company - unless a change of management is suggested. Keep that in mind; I'll be keeping my eyes on that moment."
Before the woman responded, she was out the door and walking with her head held high toward the elevator. The men beside her carried energy rifles, or what assumed to be as such, as they walked in with her and stood at both of her sides, just behind her. If they weren't there to keep her out of trouble, she would have enjoyed the idea of having body guards with her. It was exhilarating but also burdensome.
They were at the top floor of a building that was 100 stories high so, to keep the silence away, Zerori chuckled, "She always a bitch?"
Like a robot, one responded in kind, "I advise you to refrain from insulting Official Representative Mavis."
"You think she's worth her salt?" She pressed, enjoying their barely contained reactions. One shifted their rifle in their hands anxiously.
"I don't think," The man responded in kind, causing Zerori's smirk to widen in an arrogant grin.
"Oh. I see now..." She drawled, crossing her arms as she did so. One of them decided it was a good idea to reach for her then, taking on hand off their rifle.
"Hands where we can see them," He demanded firmly and just as his hand had a grasp of her muscled arm, she moved. Like a snake, she swung her arm under his grip, breaking his grasp, and pulled him by his armor with the other to swing him toward the wall. With a loud 'CRACK', he was out like a light, helmet cracked upon impact.
The other moved like his training told him to, taking a step back to unload on her. Familiar with the workings of his stance, Zerori avoided his shots easily by falling to a kneel and throwing a boot straight into his knee. With another satisfying sound, the soldier fell to his good knee with an anguished cry. However, she was not finished. Without a care to his well-being - or the condition of the elevator - she grasped his head by the helmet and walked him to the glass wall the overlooked the courtyard of the building. In pain but unwilling to show her his defeat he snarled at her, "You fucking bitch-!"
Looking back at him, she pulled his head back to look up at her as she towered over his kneeling frame. With a decidedly wicked grin, she responded dryly, "Woof Woof," and faster than he could possibly reacted to, she twisted her body in spinning kick that propelled him toward, through, and out the glass wall. Shattering completely, Zerori enjoyed the loud yet fading scream as he plummeted the last... 5 floors?
"Tch, no way he'll die from that," She mused with disappointment and crossed her arms again. Turning back to the elevator door, she leaned the wall with her hip. Upon the doors opening, she was met with many new soldiers of the same affiliation - all with their weapons aimed at her.
In front of them was a larger male, also anthromorphic but ironically he was more canine than Mavis. So she had actual watch dog? That's fucking hilarious... Zerori noted with amusement before speaking, "Y'gonna cuff me this time?" She asked, her business accent lost in the excitement.
"Leave," He demanded simply and held a hand up. The soldiers dispersed, moving to provide her a path toward the proper exit - while keeping her in sight at all times.
With an acceptable nod, she sauntered out of the elevator towards the door at the side of the building. Around her, workers of the white-collar kind stared at her in fright and uncertainty. They'd never seen someone be walked out by a battalion of soldiers before, however many noticed the tail she refused to stay wrapped around her waist. It was obvious the reaction was based on her race now and not a single employee would have the restrain to not talk about the scene she made.
Walking from the building, she felt as if she'd become infamous from just a simple meeting gone wrong. However, looking toward the groaning uniformed body that was surrounded in glass with a knee in the opposite direction, she decided it was a good day. Passing the body she spoke with a chipper tone, "Make sure to get that checked out! Don't wanna be permanently disabled," And unbeknownst to her, she most likely did ruin his career with the injury. Raised around injury and failure, she had no pity or sympathy for those held back by simple injuries that could heal and be worked through.
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..
.
When returned to the place she called home, an apartment she commissioned from the owner in exchange for the money she had, the days events seemed to crash down upon her. A business deal with her newest organization, Okay, so it’s more like just an idea right now, she corrected herself – had fallen through. Sure, maybe she set herself up with failure for choosing the largest company on the planet and declaring a transaction, but to her it felt like the perfect opportunity. Walking to the refrigerator, she gave a deep sigh at the series of events that led up to this point. She walked back to the small sofa that the apartment came with and plopped down with her Cherry-flavored vodka. Taking a sip, she felt as though she was forgetting an important detail… it had something to do with why she was there in the first place…
A sudden knocking on her door, had her throw her head back in a groan, “What the fuck is it?!” She yelled, forgetting she was in a complex and that everyone could hear her raised voice. A response came in the form of an angry voice protesting her ire.
“How about you let me in and I show what the hell is up?!” Suddenly, she remembered what she was doing there. Getting up from her seat with a deep sigh, she walked to the door and threw it open, not caring to see who it was before walking back to her spot on the sofa.
“Hurry up and close the door,” She drawled, letting the softness of the cushion engulf her. The person in particular was a dark-skinned man, lean but not really a body-builder at all. He wore a suspicious-looking trench coat that Zerori picked up on immediately, “Did you come here in that…?”
Turning to her, he spat, “Yeah, what about it?”
“It’s suspicious as hell!” She hissed, running a hand through her hair at the sudden annoyance he presented, “What if someone followed you to see if you were a pedophile or something?”
He gave her a dirty look. “-the fuck would I touch children for?!”
“Did I say you were one? No, I said you LOOK like one! Now can you please just hurry up and get to the point of the visit?” Ignoring his death glare, she watched as he took the other seat – a recliner that honestly looked like shit. Apparently, the previous owners liked to allow their pet free reign?
“That job I sent you on? Everybody’s talkin’ about it. So, that just leaves the question – did you fucking do it?”
Zerori glared at him in anger, “Really? Hundreds of people talking about how I threw a dick out a damn window and you actually have to ask me such an offensive question?!” At his expecting expression, she relented with irritation. “Fuck, fine. Yes. It’s done. Want a video or something?” Reaching in her armor, she took out a stick and threw it at him without a care to its actual well being. Grabbing it cautiously, the dark-skinned fellow looked it over before taking out a small mini-computer.
Without a care in the world as to what he was checking for, Zerori reached for the remove that she’s stashed in between the seat and flicked it on. Satisfyingly, the news had a bit of humor for her as well since the event was being talked about. It wasn’t a big deal to her; merely stunts to get the heat off the real crime happening in the background. When the male near her seemed to hoot and holler over his findings, she gave a growl, “Do you mind?”
“Ohhh, Not at all! With this, my company has a chance to take over and you, my dear, darlin’ don’t have to worry about payment in the least!” The scar on his eye twinkled as he unplugged the stick from his device and threw it up in the air, catching it again with an overzealous expression.
“Hey, I ain’t complainin’ but keep in mind I still want to have some sort of business relation with the largest company on this planet!” Despite the plan being to infiltrate the building and hack some of it’s data going successfully, she went in with an honest – well, honest to her – agenda. Just because she got the job done, didn’t mean she didn’t regret how the deal went down for her. It just hurt that they didn’t take her seriously in the least.
“Yeah, whatever! I’ll cut you in on the profits when I’m head of Capsule Corp!” With a raunchy laugh, he starting to get up from his seat and walk out, “The doe’ll be wired to you in a few seconds! I’ve got some shakin’ to do!”
Flipping through the channels with her mood now completely soured, despite the news about getting paid, she mumbled, “Yeah, whatever… Don’t shake your ass off…”
The sound of a door slamming shut and the peace and silence returning was a welcoming reprieve. She thought Denizen would stay like last time and talk her ear off about his people being turned into servants for ‘The Man’. She didn’t give a shit about the earth’s problems that much! If they had some societal issues that they’d yet to find a solution to, she would keep a wide berth between what they thought of each other and what they thought of her. She was an alien; racism was all around her.
((Fin for Training 1~ This one will be for Zennie!))
Obviously the saiyaness could care less, placing her arms on the table with an affirmative gesture, "That's right. It sounds odd, but I assure you that my affiliations are my own."
From the expression on the woman's face, the representative - whom introduced herself as Mable - was unconvinced, possibly even on the edge of incensed by Zerori's claims. "How ridiculous do you take my company to be?" She hissed, venom dripping from her tone.
"Not in the least, however," Zerori's tone lowered, "-I'm starting to wonder that you don't take my claims seriously and that can be taken as an insult." The Halflings the words were crisp and clear, unfettered by the accent she grew up to have on Vegeta. She trained her tone and syllables properly to create what she called 'Business Mode'.
Across from her, Mable stood up, "Are you threatening me?!" She demanded, her casual ire now changed to full-fledged offense. The saiyaness shook her head.
"Not at all. It's advice, if at all. Answer my question," She urged calmly. However, it seemed the woman was completely unhinged now. I take it back; she can't be competent enough to run this company with that business attitude.
"You will need to leave immediately!" Mable snarled, pressing a button underneath the table that would apparently beckon someone to escort Zerori off the premises. At this gesture, Zerori smirked and stood from her seat.
"Absolutely; our business is finished and I have what I came for," She responded calmly,even as the doors slammed open the arrival of two men in Blue Banner uniforms walked in. Before they would touch her, she raised a hand, "I can walk myself," stepping around the table toward the exit.
Passing by Mable, she spoke quickly and softly, "-Interstellar Mercs. Inc. will not being doing business with your company - unless a change of management is suggested. Keep that in mind; I'll be keeping my eyes on that moment."
Before the woman responded, she was out the door and walking with her head held high toward the elevator. The men beside her carried energy rifles, or what assumed to be as such, as they walked in with her and stood at both of her sides, just behind her. If they weren't there to keep her out of trouble, she would have enjoyed the idea of having body guards with her. It was exhilarating but also burdensome.
They were at the top floor of a building that was 100 stories high so, to keep the silence away, Zerori chuckled, "She always a bitch?"
Like a robot, one responded in kind, "I advise you to refrain from insulting Official Representative Mavis."
"You think she's worth her salt?" She pressed, enjoying their barely contained reactions. One shifted their rifle in their hands anxiously.
"I don't think," The man responded in kind, causing Zerori's smirk to widen in an arrogant grin.
"Oh. I see now..." She drawled, crossing her arms as she did so. One of them decided it was a good idea to reach for her then, taking on hand off their rifle.
"Hands where we can see them," He demanded firmly and just as his hand had a grasp of her muscled arm, she moved. Like a snake, she swung her arm under his grip, breaking his grasp, and pulled him by his armor with the other to swing him toward the wall. With a loud 'CRACK', he was out like a light, helmet cracked upon impact.
The other moved like his training told him to, taking a step back to unload on her. Familiar with the workings of his stance, Zerori avoided his shots easily by falling to a kneel and throwing a boot straight into his knee. With another satisfying sound, the soldier fell to his good knee with an anguished cry. However, she was not finished. Without a care to his well-being - or the condition of the elevator - she grasped his head by the helmet and walked him to the glass wall the overlooked the courtyard of the building. In pain but unwilling to show her his defeat he snarled at her, "You fucking bitch-!"
Looking back at him, she pulled his head back to look up at her as she towered over his kneeling frame. With a decidedly wicked grin, she responded dryly, "Woof Woof," and faster than he could possibly reacted to, she twisted her body in spinning kick that propelled him toward, through, and out the glass wall. Shattering completely, Zerori enjoyed the loud yet fading scream as he plummeted the last... 5 floors?
"Tch, no way he'll die from that," She mused with disappointment and crossed her arms again. Turning back to the elevator door, she leaned the wall with her hip. Upon the doors opening, she was met with many new soldiers of the same affiliation - all with their weapons aimed at her.
In front of them was a larger male, also anthromorphic but ironically he was more canine than Mavis. So she had actual watch dog? That's fucking hilarious... Zerori noted with amusement before speaking, "Y'gonna cuff me this time?" She asked, her business accent lost in the excitement.
"Leave," He demanded simply and held a hand up. The soldiers dispersed, moving to provide her a path toward the proper exit - while keeping her in sight at all times.
With an acceptable nod, she sauntered out of the elevator towards the door at the side of the building. Around her, workers of the white-collar kind stared at her in fright and uncertainty. They'd never seen someone be walked out by a battalion of soldiers before, however many noticed the tail she refused to stay wrapped around her waist. It was obvious the reaction was based on her race now and not a single employee would have the restrain to not talk about the scene she made.
Walking from the building, she felt as if she'd become infamous from just a simple meeting gone wrong. However, looking toward the groaning uniformed body that was surrounded in glass with a knee in the opposite direction, she decided it was a good day. Passing the body she spoke with a chipper tone, "Make sure to get that checked out! Don't wanna be permanently disabled," And unbeknownst to her, she most likely did ruin his career with the injury. Raised around injury and failure, she had no pity or sympathy for those held back by simple injuries that could heal and be worked through.
---
..
.
When returned to the place she called home, an apartment she commissioned from the owner in exchange for the money she had, the days events seemed to crash down upon her. A business deal with her newest organization, Okay, so it’s more like just an idea right now, she corrected herself – had fallen through. Sure, maybe she set herself up with failure for choosing the largest company on the planet and declaring a transaction, but to her it felt like the perfect opportunity. Walking to the refrigerator, she gave a deep sigh at the series of events that led up to this point. She walked back to the small sofa that the apartment came with and plopped down with her Cherry-flavored vodka. Taking a sip, she felt as though she was forgetting an important detail… it had something to do with why she was there in the first place…
A sudden knocking on her door, had her throw her head back in a groan, “What the fuck is it?!” She yelled, forgetting she was in a complex and that everyone could hear her raised voice. A response came in the form of an angry voice protesting her ire.
“How about you let me in and I show what the hell is up?!” Suddenly, she remembered what she was doing there. Getting up from her seat with a deep sigh, she walked to the door and threw it open, not caring to see who it was before walking back to her spot on the sofa.
“Hurry up and close the door,” She drawled, letting the softness of the cushion engulf her. The person in particular was a dark-skinned man, lean but not really a body-builder at all. He wore a suspicious-looking trench coat that Zerori picked up on immediately, “Did you come here in that…?”
Turning to her, he spat, “Yeah, what about it?”
“It’s suspicious as hell!” She hissed, running a hand through her hair at the sudden annoyance he presented, “What if someone followed you to see if you were a pedophile or something?”
He gave her a dirty look. “-the fuck would I touch children for?!”
“Did I say you were one? No, I said you LOOK like one! Now can you please just hurry up and get to the point of the visit?” Ignoring his death glare, she watched as he took the other seat – a recliner that honestly looked like shit. Apparently, the previous owners liked to allow their pet free reign?
“That job I sent you on? Everybody’s talkin’ about it. So, that just leaves the question – did you fucking do it?”
Zerori glared at him in anger, “Really? Hundreds of people talking about how I threw a dick out a damn window and you actually have to ask me such an offensive question?!” At his expecting expression, she relented with irritation. “Fuck, fine. Yes. It’s done. Want a video or something?” Reaching in her armor, she took out a stick and threw it at him without a care to its actual well being. Grabbing it cautiously, the dark-skinned fellow looked it over before taking out a small mini-computer.
Without a care in the world as to what he was checking for, Zerori reached for the remove that she’s stashed in between the seat and flicked it on. Satisfyingly, the news had a bit of humor for her as well since the event was being talked about. It wasn’t a big deal to her; merely stunts to get the heat off the real crime happening in the background. When the male near her seemed to hoot and holler over his findings, she gave a growl, “Do you mind?”
“Ohhh, Not at all! With this, my company has a chance to take over and you, my dear, darlin’ don’t have to worry about payment in the least!” The scar on his eye twinkled as he unplugged the stick from his device and threw it up in the air, catching it again with an overzealous expression.
“Hey, I ain’t complainin’ but keep in mind I still want to have some sort of business relation with the largest company on this planet!” Despite the plan being to infiltrate the building and hack some of it’s data going successfully, she went in with an honest – well, honest to her – agenda. Just because she got the job done, didn’t mean she didn’t regret how the deal went down for her. It just hurt that they didn’t take her seriously in the least.
“Yeah, whatever! I’ll cut you in on the profits when I’m head of Capsule Corp!” With a raunchy laugh, he starting to get up from his seat and walk out, “The doe’ll be wired to you in a few seconds! I’ve got some shakin’ to do!”
Flipping through the channels with her mood now completely soured, despite the news about getting paid, she mumbled, “Yeah, whatever… Don’t shake your ass off…”
The sound of a door slamming shut and the peace and silence returning was a welcoming reprieve. She thought Denizen would stay like last time and talk her ear off about his people being turned into servants for ‘The Man’. She didn’t give a shit about the earth’s problems that much! If they had some societal issues that they’d yet to find a solution to, she would keep a wide berth between what they thought of each other and what they thought of her. She was an alien; racism was all around her.
((Fin for Training 1~ This one will be for Zennie!))
