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Post by Zucceta on Jan 7, 2016 22:41:29 GMT
The sun was setting over the dim smog of Cacumber Capital, the red sky turning a rich purple in the twilight of the evening. The city, however, was abuzz with life that dusk, in part due to the recent successes on the galactic warfront. While squads waited for their next assignments, they had some down-time, and the city of Cacumber has a lot to offer. The city streets brim with saiyan soldiers barely managing to keep their armour on, stumbling from left to right in the classical zig-zag pattern of drunkards. And, standing amidst them, was the queen of all saiyans.
Zucceta stands against a wall, in a more casual attire than usually, with a hood and cloak covering her distinguishing features. It wasn't that she couldn't safely walk around the city (as, besides being still in good stead with the general saiyan populace, she was the strongest on the planet, to her knowledge), it was just that she didn't want to be bothered by anyone today. She was soon to head out on her journey, her grand tour of the galaxy, and while she would never be more than a day away from the SSE, she didn't anticipate being back for a while, unless Habana especially needed her help with some issue. The pushing the war-front with the Arcosian fragments was especially easy, what with the rumours that the Empire had split into warring Fiefdoms within itself. Zucceta almost felt sorry for them; they needed to get their act together or else soon they'd all be wearing Solar Empire colours.
And so, with her imminent departure from Vegeta in mind, she'd decided to spend one night blowing off steam. She hadn't given herself time to do this since ascending to the throne, but she'd used to hit the town all the time with her squad, Apocalypse Incorporated. A melancholy smile appears on her face for a moment, before she shakes her head. No good reminiscing about those guys. They were gone, now, like everyone was wont to do.
The queen knew exactly where she was heading. She moves out into the crowd, smoothly dodging out of the way of a couple of teetering losers grunting at each other about some woman. Oh please, she's in another bar by now the queen muses, a grin spreading across her face. She'd missed this kind of banter during her stay on Earth, though doubtless she might have heard similar exchanges if she'd wondered the city streets on a Saturday night.
A ki blast sizzles past her head harmlessly, striking a nearby building, exploding through brick, glass and mortar. The queen raises an eyebrow and glances back. One of the brawlers had thrown it, and now the other fighter was on top of him, fists punching away at the saiyan's face. Zucceta thinks, for just a moment, about getting involved, but decides against it. Worst comes to worst, one of them'll get a zenkai. Or die. She shrugs.
She quickly takes a left as another explosion rattles off behind her, down an alleyway. A bunch of spectators glide past the alley opening, presumably to watch or take part in the brawl. The queen smirks. That wasn't a fight worth watching, surely? She pulls down her hood and walks into the bar, that specific bar, the haunt she had favourited years past.
The bar was foggy with cigar smoke, a rich choking smell that brought a smile of familiarity to her lips. She sets herself up on a stool at the bar. The bar-tender--tall, bulky and bald--glances her way, and his eyes widen with recognition - not of a queen, but of an old regular who had become one. A small grin pulls at his lips. "Well I'll be. It's only the goddam leader of the empire." His voice is rich and cockney.
"Cabba. It's been a bit, hasn't it?" she smiles, as he pours out her favorite drink; 'Hiruen's Own' malt.
"That it has, that it has. On the house," he nods at the amber liquid, with a grin. "I'll be back in a sec, love; got to check these barrels out back."
She nods, and takes a sip of the whisky. She almost coughs; it'd been so long since she'd had a proper drink. Probably about a year ago, actually, one of the drinks the Hirugetsu kid had bought with him to the ship they'd stayed in with... who was it... Pipa? So many faces, gone in the wind.
The drink was strong and warm, chestnut-scented, and near-honey sweet. She sighs and leans back in her chair with the whisky glass in hand. It had been far too long since she'd haunted this dive.
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Post by Cipher 24 on Jan 7, 2016 23:38:58 GMT
Cipher wasn't one to go into a bar or any place of the sort. Hell, he was one to barely drink at all. Especially with his new body, alchohol barely did anything for him. So, it may be a surprise to see Cipher here in an area like this. He certainly seemed to be this to the people around him. Drunken Saiyens all turned to watch as the pale earth android walked through their midst, four arms hanging at his sides. He wasn't nervous though. He knew if any of these drunks turned violent, he could easily subdue them.
However, getting a drink or fighting with drunks was the last thing he had on his mind. After his meeting with Habana, he had picked up something. A certain power level he had been expecting to find when he first came here, and oddly enough, the source of it was here. He found himself standing in front of a bar, just an ordinary bar. Surprising that she would come to a place like this. And with the exception of some drunks fighting eachother nearby, there wasn't more excitement. Maybe I'll end up having to fight a drunk afterall.
He silently stepped into the bar, a number of eyes immediately falling on him. He tried to ignore them though. If they didn't bother him, he wouldn't bother them. His green eyes scanned the place, soon resting on a figure wearing a hood and cloak at the bar. So, she's here incognito huh? It wouldn't do well if he drew too much attention to her, especially if she was trying to remain hidden. He'd have to do this carefully. Quietly, he walked over to the bar, sitting down a stool or two away from the cloaked woman. When the bartender looked over at him, he pointed calmly to a bottle along the wall. "A shot of that please." He didn't know what he was drinking, but frankly, it didn't matter. It was all for show anyway.
Once he received his drink, he took a sip, finding it smoother than he had believed. Then, in a low voice, he spoke. "I wasn't expecting to find you here of all places."
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Post by Lord Xylo on Jan 8, 2016 11:50:27 GMT
[Thread PL: 69,115 | Heavy Weights Equipped! Current PL: 17,279!]
The tall Namekian sat in the back of the bar, his eyes scanning the room. This was his designated meeting spot with his informant, Rotim, for months, but today he'd suddenly decided to not show up. That Kabochan bastard had never flaked on him before; did Zuccetta's public address scare the man enough to make him quit the slimy rat business? Whatever the case, it seemed he was alone for the time being. He wouldn't waste his time though; if he was here, he might as well order a drink, no? He tapped his table, and a small alien scrambled towards him.
He spoke in a high-pitched voice as he grabbed a dusty datapad from his belt. "What'll it be, Xylo?"
The Namekian spoke in an aloof tone, continuing to scan the bar as he spoke to the alien. "Give me the usual..."
"So, water then?"
"What? No. Give me a glass of that new drink... 'Brew of Might', or whatever."
The little alien nodded, waddling away to grab the tall warriors drink. As he waited, he sensed an odd disturbance in the air. Something had changed in the universe, but he couldn't quite put his finger on what. He closed his eyes to try and focus, but the sound of a glass clinking onto his table made him decide to figure it out later. He stared at the drink before him: It was a sickly green, giving off the smell of death and decay. He shrugged, grabbed the glass, and took a hearty gulp of the alcoholic beverage. As the liquid went down his throat, he cringed slightly, putting down the glass immediately. "Damn... Did they scrape the bark off the damn Tree of Might?! This thing is the most bitter thing I've ever tasted!"
Suddenly, a hooded figure entered the bar. At first he assumed it to be Rotim, but his Ki Sense revealed otherwise. Despite not being one to fear easily, the Namekians blood ran cold; eyes bulging slightly before he immediately looked away. "You have got to be kidding me," he muttered under his breath.
The Queen sat at the bar, ordering herself a drink. A fight broke out nearby, but Xylo paid it no mind. His eyes were entirely focused on the Queen. What was she doing here of all places? His mind raced with possibilities. Could she have found out of their plans through Icarus, or was she simply here for a drink? He shook his head, dismissing his terror. "No... She doesn't know yet. If she did, she'd have burst in and killed me immediately... Or worse, send me to Knutts."
He watched as a strangely pale man approached the Queen. Judging by his lack of Ki, he was an android; was he Icarus' lackey? Maybe Zuccetta really did know what was going on here. Terror crept up the Namekians back, but once again he tossed it aside. "Gah! How could I, the mighty Xylo, be afraid of a Saiyan of all people?! She might be a Super Saiyan, but that can't stop me!... Can it? No, I can't doubt myself. Even if she is leagues ahead of me, a Mazoku Warrior doesn't feel fear. I'll take her on even if she can vaporize me with a sneeze!"
His terrified gaze shifted to one of determination. He knew for sure the Queen wasn't aware of his plan; or at the very least, only had a small inkling of an idea. If she did challenge him, he wouldn't dare back down. For the time being though, he'd simply watch from afar.
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Post by Zucceta on Jan 8, 2016 16:29:44 GMT
Zucceta downs the rest of the drink after sipping it for a few minutes. She could hear the ghosts of her former comrades teasing her; "You're not supposed to down a malt, Zucc. Its a sipping drink."
"Leave me alone," she murmurs to herself, after coughing from the strength of the whisky. Already she could feel her face flushing from the alcohol. She blinks a couple of times. Well, it had been a long time since she'd had a drink. Maybe she was going to get, uh, tipsy faster than she had anticipated...
Cabba walks back over, polishing a pint glass. "What'll it be, boss?"
"The same, Cabba."
He nods, and tips her another from the bottle, a miniature gold waterfall. "So what brings you down from the imperial courts, your majesty?" he says the last part with some humour; the bar-tender wasn't one to usually hide his contempt for the elite classes, but Zucceta was different. He knew her from the good old days. Besides, she'd been instrumental in undoing the political damage of the ministry, even if she hadn't been the one to remove them from power.
"I haven't had a day off in who knows how long, Cabba," she starts, but stops as she hears the door of the bar swing open behind her.
She glances behind her, and raises an eyebrow. She recognised this guy. How couldn't she; he was an active participant in her battle on Earth. He'd fought with Radasha, if she recalled correctly, although she'd been busy with Bing and Kaula, and later Vi-Poi, to really notice deeply. Whatever. It was still a sign of trouble. She groans, turning her attention back to Cabba. "Keep an eye on this one."
The android orders a shot. Cabba's eyes follow his finger, and the bartender raises an amused eyebrow. "You're having a shot of Grogon Fire? Boy, thats, uh, an interesting choice. Coming right up, mate," he nods, trying to find the non-melting shot glasses.
Zucceta turns to Cipher as Cabba busies himself, although she also notes a figure staring at her from the corner of her eye. She ignores him for now - "What brings you to this bar, android?" the queen asks, an air of amusement in her voice. Of course she wouldn't be able to have a quiet night before she departed on her trip.
Something sizzles and pops - the shot glass is slid across the wooden surface towards Cipher. Grogon Fire was a drink acquired from a recently conquered species, and a favourite among the low-classes: cheap and potent and capable of killing a lesser man. Even for an android like Cipher, it might cause adverse effects. Zucceta glances at the red liquid, crackling and swirling in the shot glass like a microcosm of a storm - "Y'know, I've never tried that stuff before. Tell me if its any good?"
The figure in the background briefly takes her attention as she watches the... Namekian... cringe. Wait, it was that guy. The one on Arcose. The one at her meeting. He was Red Eclipse, or at least was. The queen hadn't heard from her Red Eclipse allies in quite some time. She considers waving at him, but decides against it. She doesn't want to talk to him. Still, he seemed to be staring at her, and nervously. She doesn't feel any fear or dread, but an inkling of suspicion grows in her gut. Could these two guys be in collusion to do something to her?
Her mechanical hand curls into a fist coldly, silently, beneath her cloak.
[Thought it'd be funny if Cipher accidentally picked a drink that might "inebriate" him, even as an android. This is a more light-hearted thread in theory, after all.]
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Prince Luffa
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Post by Prince Luffa on Jan 8, 2016 19:56:02 GMT
(Heavy Weights: On) (Thread PL : 54,918 (With Weights: 13,730))
“It’s just not the same anymore.” Luffa complained to the corpse in the ramshackle alleyway. The thief’s face was staring back at him with a rictus grin, and the hole he’d punched in his chest was still oozing smoke.
“Being a Super Elite doesn’t matter anymore, when even lowborn and Dirt-born scum can achieve the Super Saiyan state.” Luffa sighed, peering up at the simmering twilight skies of Vegeta. “Maybe I need to leave the capital. Go and find a niche to carve out, as my ancestors did in the badlands. To another planet, maybe.” His brilliant emerald aegis was gone, shattered on Planet Dirt, and replaced by the rough-hide of a Saiyan barbarian. His heavy cloak, once golden, was a tattered train of torn dregs that had been stained dun by the filth of the Radditsu District. His once proud tail was now hidden under his clothing, so that no one might see its ruined stump.
He’d been living in the sewer since coming back to Vegeta, too ashamed to confront his enemies in the court now that he’d tasted defeat at the hands of Planet Dirt and its idiotic denizens. It wasn’t all bad. The Saiba-rats were fat and juicy, and put up a good fight.
Luffa let out another long sigh. “I guess you can’t hear me.” He told the corpse. “I don’t blame you for trying to rob me. I no longer look like the greatness I once was.”
He was checking the dead thief’s pockets for food when something in his belt pouch gave a beep. Luffa frowned down at it. His scouter, he’d thought it broken beyond repair. Its circuitry had popped when he’d landed on it during the war. He lifted it out of the small burlap bag, examining the cracked lens.
It’d buzzed to life, somehow. “What’s this?” He asked, blinking dumbly at the arrow pointing down the alleyway. It was detecting very large power levels, converging on a single point.
“More usurpers of my rightful strength.” Luffa growled, standing. “Maybe one of them will kill the other and I can pick at their bones.”
Holding the scouter forth like a lamp, he let the buzzing little device guide him to the source of the power, a rowdy public house. Luffa hesitated. A burly guardsman stood in the back, keeping alley riffraff away. He could no doubt kill the lout, but why should he? So he could bask in the finer glow of others?
Luffa walked up with a scowl, puffing up his chest. “I’m Prince Luffa of House Bonemoon, the Genitive Minister of Radditsu District.” He announced to the bouncer.
“Uh-huh.” The man said, barely shifting his bored gaze down to Luffa. “And I’m General Mayze. Get outta here, you mangy pup.” He scratched at his dirty beard, resuming his thoughtless vigil.
Something dark snapped in Luffa. He raised a hand and fired a ki blast, knocking the bouncer through the door with a crash of wood. “Mangy pup am I, you floor-sucking scum?” He demanded, lifting his chin as he stepped through the threshold. The guardsman was too dead to answer him.
Looking around the bar, he wasn’t sure if anyone would notice. It was a riotous place, with laughing and roaring, filled with a dense cloud of smoke. To his seething displeasure, the familiar android he’d seen meeting with the Queen was here. “Must Planet Dirt haunt me everywhere I go?” He murmured, weaving through the din to the bar. A disgusting green freak was nearby, looking very much like the slime that stuck to the bottom of his boots after a hike through the sewers.
Luffa clapped his last Zeni down on the bar table. “Give me something cheap and strong.” He said, putting his scouter back in his pouch. It didn’t have enough power left to distinguish chi sources. He could guess the android was one, and maybe the slug was another. Were there any others?
He sulked by the bar, watching a hooded woman chat up the android. What sort of treacherous disloyal wretch would speak to a walking corpse of Planet Dirt?
He wished them all dead.
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Post by Pin on Jan 8, 2016 22:45:28 GMT
((Thread PL 28,363, Heavy weights ON, weighted PL 7090))
After a long day of hunting the scummy, unreliable mess hidden in the corners of the planet’s Cacumber Capital, Pin had decided to treat himself to some time at a somewhat more upscale bar than his usual haunts. Normally, Pin would hang around in the Radditsu District bars. Now THOSE were dives, the sort of bars that had the windows boarded up, the roofs collapsing, and hell sometimes even a missing wall. Today, however, he’d treated himself. He’d managed to bring in a couple of draft dodgers, an offworlder in a great deal of debt to the local banks, and a kidnapper. However, he’d lost track of the last mark of the day - a local thief and mugger who had managed to get on someone’s bad side - someone with friends in the right places.
Overall, Pin was happy with his new position in the Empire. He wasn’t of a particularly high rank - hell, he wasn’t even a proper member of the military, but his relationship with Habana gave him several opportunities he’d never thought possible. His “consultant” status also made him uniquely suited for certain tasks that were slightly outside of the Empire’s official jurisdiction. It was a pretty good gig overall.
Pin had recently developed a taste for Kabochan Redbreast, a 110-proof import whiskey from one of the Empire’s offworld territories. It wasn’t particularly cheap, but he could afford it these days, considering he didn’t really have to pay for rent or food. He also found that while it enhanced his internal cleaning efficiency, it did have a tendency to mess with his processor speeds as well. He hadn’t figured out why, but after determining that it did no lasting damage, he decided not to fix it since it was the closest thing to getting properly drunk that he’d encountered. He’d bought the bottle.
As he sipped from a short, neat glass of that whiskey, he watched the crowd intently. This was one of his favorite leisure activities. It kept his mind sharp, and people rarely noticed. It was like casual practice for his day-to-day work. He rested one hand on the top of his helmet, which was currently sat atop the table he was sitting at. Believe it or not, he liked to take that damn thing off now and again. The drink felt like it looked - as if someone had distilled a raging fire into liquid form, and it burned so hot that even an android like Pin could feel it. As the fire dispersed, it left behind notes of cinnamon and wood barrels. It was pleasant.
The door swung open, and in strolled a feminine figure in a hood and cloak. This in itself was not uncommon, even in the capital. Saiyans lived a very particular lifestyle, and oftentimes that lifestyle necessitated some discretion and anonymity. Her hidden identity wasn’t what drew Pin’s attention. Instead it was her intense power level. His internal scouter spiked, and a ringing in his ear made him worried that it might explode out of the side of his head. Whoever this woman was, she was immensely powerful. At first he thought it was Habana, but even Habana wasn’t this strong. Besides, she’d never struck him as particularly discreet.
It didn’t take Pin long to figure out who this woman had to be. Her height, her figure, even the way she walked was familiar. She reminded him of the queen, and with this immense power there was no doubt in Pin’s mind that it was in fact the queen herself that had strolled in. Now this, this was very exciting.
Pin was considering approaching her, but he couldn’t think of anything to say. He didn’t want to trouble her over nothing, and the idea of making awkward small talk with royalty was just a nightmare. He took another sip of Redbreast as he tried to think of something to say.
That was when another familiar face - this one not disguised - came into the bar. Cipher, the Earth Android that had come to talk of peace, came into the bar and without hesitation approached the hooded queen. Couldn’t he tell that she was trying to stay under the radar? Surely he knew that he stood out like a sore thumb in this place. His approaching her would make her the center of attention. Who did this guy think he was?
Pin noticed that he wasn’t the only one who’d taken note of the hooded queen and the strange-looking android. A familiar green alien - a Namek, if he remembered correctly. He’d run into this particular Namek once in the Radditsu training grounds, though it was brief. Interesting that he’d be here.
Pin was pulled away from his musings on the situation by the door to the bar literally being blown off its hinges by the now-dead body of the bouncer. A young Saiyan boy stepped over the body, talking shit at he went. Most of the other patrons went back to their drinks, arguments, and revelry, but Pin’s curiosity was piqued. The boy held a scouter, which he slipped into a pocket as he slammed a zeni onto the counter and demanded a cheap, powerful drink. Something about this kid simultaneously fascinated and irritated Pin. From the looks of him, the boy was just standard Saiyan street trash, some urchin who found a zeni in the gutter and came into the first bar he could find. But his power level belied something much more. A kid that young being that strong would have some sort of story to tell, and since the queen herself was currently being harassed by the Earth android, Pin decided he would see what this kid was all about.
Pin stood up, taking the bottle of Redbreast (which was now nearly empty) in one hand and tucking his helmet under his arm and strode to the bar. He put the helmet down on the bar’s surface, where it made a heavy -thunk- noise next to Luffa’s lone zeni. Pin looked down at the boy, then at the bartender.
“Nevermind that,” Pin said, “Get us another bottle of the Kabochan Red. I’ve got a thirst and from the looks of things, so does he.”
He turned from the bartender to Luffa as the fresh bottle and two glasses were laid before them. Pin opened the bottle, poured the glasses, and slid one to Luffa.
“Put your money away, kid. What brings you to a place like this, anyway?”
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Post by Cipher 24 on Jan 8, 2016 23:27:20 GMT
"You do, actually," Cipher replied to Zucceta's question. He looked down at the shot glass sitting in front of him, the unusual read liquid that seemed to swirl and stir entirely on its own. What had he ordered, Grogon Fire? He had really just picked it out at random. After all, his internal systems should make taking in alchohol easier on him than most. He took the glass and, in the tradition of shots, downed the contents in one go. He paused for a minute, letting himself take in and analyze the drink. "Hmm, smooth,slight berry flavour..." he paused and cringed when the drink unexpectedly hit him hard, "And one hell of a bite," he finished, setting the glass down. He was a bit surprised. Just how strong was this drink? "I had come to this planet to talk to you actually," Cipher spoke up, still keeping his voice low as not to let everyone here, "Unfortunately, you weren't home, so I had to make do with Habana. I must admit, good choice placing her in charge while you're away. She has a good head on her shoulders. Unfortunately, I can't say the same for your friend Mayze." The Saiyen general had a tendency to rub the android the wrong way. Almost reminded him of when he spoke with the Saiyan queen earlier.
A couple of voices got his attention, seeing a Saiyan youth approaching the bar, demanding a strong drink, before another person, whom Cipher recognised as the android Pin, approached to pay for the boy's drink. It seemed like Vegeta didn't have a drinking age of sorts. He also sensed another strong power level nearby, and his eyes glanced over at a Namekian sitting some distance away, watching the two of them. Guess he wasn't the only unusual one here. This must be some bar here if so many non Saiyans could come here without being harassed.
He looked back to the bar in front of him, seeing that his shot glass had been replaced by another. He looked up at the bartender who was giving him an amused smile. "Since you seemed to take it no problem," he replied with a chuckle in his voice, "Thought I'd get another one ready for you." Cipher blinked and then nodded. "Thank you."
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Post by Lord Xylo on Jan 9, 2016 4:54:29 GMT
Things were certainly turning interesting. In a short span, a few more out of place warriors appeared in the bar. The first of which came in the form of the door collapsing in on itself; the bouncer's face planted firmly through the wood. Xylo couldn't help but chuckle. Whoever did that helped take the edge off of the Namekian. Perhaps he'd buy them a drink? The warrior who walked in was certainly one he didn't expect. It was a small Saiyan child; he looked downtrodden, defeated in some way. Though normally Xylo would write the boy off as an oddly powerful low-class, something about him looked familiar. It was in his eyes... A glint of insanity and a lust for power... He could have sworn he'd run into this boy before, but where? Perhaps on Arcose?
Before he could decipher his thoughts, another android entered Xylo's field of view. He clanked his helmet onto the bar next to the Saiyan boy, apparently offering him a drink. The two seemed to not know each other well, judging by the way they were talking to one another... That's when Xylo realized something. "It seems in my shocked state I forgot one of my own natural abilities. My ears are stronger than any in the galaxy! I can easily eavesdrop on the Queen and her lifeless compatriot! Let's find out what they're on about..."
The Namekian turned back to Zuccetta, his ears focused intently on the duo. He could hear most of their conversation even from all the way across the bar, but the general rowdy ambiance of the place made it difficult to make out everything. From what he could tell, this android wasn't exactly the best of friends with Zuccetta or the Saiyan race; a good thing, Xylo surmised. He continued to listen, but suddenly, he felt a massive chill run down his spine again. The Queen had glanced -only for a moment- in Xylo's direction. A bead of sweat drooped down his face as the Queen looked away.
His thoughts began betraying him again.
"Damnit! She looked this way! She must know my plans already! I can't believe she'd be so nefarious as to make me wait for my death... She's going to blast me into oblivion once she's finished her drink, is that it?!... No, no that can't be it... She's simply here to get her troubles off her back, right? Gah! Whatever the reason is, I can't be afraid! It's not like she's that powerful anyways..."
His thoughts continued to wander, but a new arrival at his table brought him back to reality. A hooded figure slid into the chair opposite Xylo, a toothy grin hidden behind the cloak. He spoke in his raspy voice, chuckling as he did. "What's wrong with you, Xylo? I'm a little late and you start sweating already? I thought you were a Mazoku Warrior; not a pansy."
The Namekian gave his compatriot a harsh glare, silencing the Kabochan's laughter. "If your incompetent ass was what made me worried, I think we'd both be in trouble..." His eyes wandered back to the bar, a subtle hint which the Kabochan picked up on. He quickly glanced behind him, catching a glimpse of Zuccetta and Cipher. The Kabochan shrugged. "So? It's an albino and a hooded dude? What gives?"
"In case you hadn't noticed, Rotim, the 'hooded dude' is Queen Zuccetta, and her friend next to her is an android."
"Wai--I--What... Huh?"
The Kabochan turned back around, equipping his scouter and turning it on. In mere moments, it gave out two enormous power readings, and short-circuited.
The Kabochan slowly swiveled back around in his chair, turning to Xylo. "...What the hell? Why's Zuccetta here of all places?"
"I don't know, that's what I'm trying to figure out right now."
The two stayed silent for a moment, simply listening to the hustle and bustle of the patrons. After a moment, Rotim spoke up, his grin reappearing. "I dare you to go sit next to her."
Xylo blinked, another bead of sweat forming on his face. "W-what?"
"You heard me! Get over there, sit on the opposite side, and order something heavy."
The Namekian folded his arms, looking away in a mixture of fear an embarrassment. He wasn't really going to go over there and order a drink... Right?
"Fine."
Xylo stood up, slowly striding towards the bar. After a few excruciating seconds, he arrived. He sat down on the opposite side of Zuccetta; though he did sit a seat away, rather than right next to her. He tapped the bar with two fingers, and called for a drink. "I'll have whatever the pale one had."
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Post by Zucceta on Jan 11, 2016 14:21:37 GMT
"Should I feel flattered, android?" The queen responds coyly, taking a sip from her glass, the golden liquid warming her face. An alcohol-lubricated smile tugs at the corners of her mouth, but she remains astutely aware of her surroundings. Even a tipsy saiyan remains highly alert in a combat situation... they just might overdo it should a fight break out. She watches with some latent amusement as the Android downs the Grogon Fire. It'd be interesting to see how the mechanical being might take it. He was, after all, a synthetic - but Grogon Fire was alcohol on a whole different level. Some said the spirit was cursed by the people of its namesake, from Planet Grogon; the Grogon War had been long and hard, fought a few years before Zucceta was born, but the saiyans had come triumphant.
The queen chuckles slightly at Cipher's cringe following his assessment. "Wow. Maybe I ought to have a shot or two. I might get a zenkai out of it," she quips, finishing off her malt and placing the glass down on the bar counter.
"I remember the Grogons," Cabba starts suddenly, staring out of the window absent-mindedly, automatically cleaning an empty pint glass. "The five-eyed bastards were tough alright, wave after wave after wave of squaddies broke against their defenses. It was only when King Zasho himself lead a group of men, including yours truly, that we managed to subdue the gangly idiots..." he trails off, reminiscing. The older saiyan hadn't been in active duty since that war, preferring the quiet life.
"And why did you travel half the quadrant to talk to me?" The queen asks the android slyly, mostly ignoring Cabba's story (it wasn't the first time she'd heard it) while catching movement out of the corner of her eye. A new patron arrived at the other end of the counter. She notices his scruffy demeanor first, his age second. He seemed familiar, somehow, but for the moment she couldn't quite place the kid. She follows his path back to the door, now a smoking, splintered echo of its former self, an unconscious bouncer sprawled on the beer-stained floor. Figures.
She waves her hand at Cabba. The old bald saiyan blinks, before focusing again on the queen. "Sorry, yer highness, my mind wanders sometimes. What'll it be?"
"I'll have... ah, screw it. Get me a shot of that Fire. Oh, and I think you've got customers down-wind." She nods at the kid, now seated next to a... bounty hunter? Zucceta had seen his kin sometimes in her travels. They had often worn similar attire to this man, defensive armour good against most traditional weapons, but not usually good against ki combat. She had first-hand experience of that. Those two might become trouble together, the queen muses, as Cabba slams down the swirling red hurricane that was her shot, then another for Cipher.
She picks at the shot glass, staring at the spirit with some hesitation. She then finds herself grinning. "What the hell. We all die sometime." She downs the shot.
The world seems to burn red for a moment. The queen blinks; the shot isn't bad tasting, actually. She can taste a forest of fruit dancing around her tastebuds, as she swirls the liquid in her mouth, before she swallows the shot. Instantly she feels the surge of alcohol hit her system, filtering into her blood stream. She probably missed the memo to never mix your drinks, although she'd have probably ignored it.
She shakes her head and exhales while the Namekian sits next to her, on the opposite side from Cipher. She grins at the green Mazoku. "Oh, its you. Decided to quit your starin' and join us, huh?" She chuckles, her face beginning to redden slightly from all the alcohol.
"If you're here to hit on me, you need t'buy me a drink first," she grins.
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Prince Luffa
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Post by Prince Luffa on Jan 13, 2016 5:12:45 GMT
This whole place is wretched. More of what I have to look forward to. I wish one of those giant robots from Planet Dirt would step on this building. Luffa sneered up at Pin as he offered to buy him a drink. “I’ll put my Zeni wherever I want and I’m not your kid.” He threw a hard backhand at Pin, intending to smack him across the face for his insolence and throw him from the chair. If successful, he’d give a smirk and start drinking both his and Pin’s drink. If the slap was deflected or dodged, he’d spring into the air with a growl of indignancy and ready himself for a more-thorough punch. (Backhand headed your way for being nice, Pin )
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Post by Pin on Jan 13, 2016 17:02:30 GMT
Pin raised his eyebrow as the young Saiyan all but spat in his face for showing a little charity. That's what you get for being nice on Vegeta, Pin supposed, but then the kid full-on attacked Pin with a vicious backhand. Pin only barely saw it coming, and managed to back up just enough for the attack to whiff past his nose.
"Have it your way, kid," Pin said, hastily taking his glass and the bottle from the bar. The young Saiyan boy was readying himself for a further attack. Pin, for once, had no real interest in any trouble at the moment, so he turned and walked away from Luffa, back to the table he'd been at.
At least he'd be able to keep an eye on the Queen and the Earth android, rather than being distracted by some street rat.
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Post by Cipher 24 on Jan 13, 2016 19:50:13 GMT
"Take it however you like," Ciphe responded, drinking down the shot he was given. He flinched when the alcohol hit him again. Was it just him, or did his vision blur slightly? He listened to the bartender talk on about their conquest of the Grogons. So, they threw squads at them until they just went 'to hell with it' and sent in their best. Why did that remind him of something? "I had come here," Cipher explained, "To see if you'd be interested in establishing a more, shall we say, less hostile relationship with earth. Unfortunately, neither Habana, Mayze, or the android over there," he nodded his head over towards Pin, who was dodging a slap from the disgruntled youth, "Weren't interested. Hell' two out of the three of them are convinced that they'll come back and conquer it some other time. I'll let you guess which ones."
He looked down at the third shot the bartender had given him. He was getting the feeling the old Saiyan was just trying to find out just how much the android could take. Well, he was going to get his answer. He downed the shot, the alchohol hitting him harder this time. Cipher shook his head to clear his vision, as the namekian moved over to see on the other side of Zucceta. Her little comment caused him to raise an eyebrow. An asexual being like a namekian flirting with a Saiyan was an interesting mental image. He watched as he ordered the same drink they were having. "A race that survives entirely on water ordering the strongest stuff in the house. This should be interesting." Cipher mused.
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Post by Lord Xylo on Jan 14, 2016 6:15:36 GMT
The bartender eyed Xylo strangely, hesitantly placing the drink in front of the green-skinned alien as he spoke. "Y'know... Namekian's like yourself aren't exactly good with their liquor. I don't really recommend it, but I also don't really want to deny a paying customer." Xylo nodded, thanking Cabba with a small chunk of Zeni for his troubles. "Thanks for the advice, but I can't resist trying this one. It looks... Interesting." Cabba shrugged, swiping the chunk of change left for him on the table.
Xylo stared at his shot glass with a morbid curiosity. The drink looked like a raging fiery tornado contained in a glass cup. How anyone could survive a drink like this, he was unsure. The Namekian turned to his new drinking companion; the Queen of all Saiyans. Her demeanor was a bit more playful than usual, suggesting she'd downed more than a few drinks already.
"Sorry, but I'm not here to flirt. I'm just here for the drink."
He swirled the drink slowly, wondering if this was the worst decision he ever made. Grogon Fire didn't even sound like something you'd want to name a drink; an attack, maybe, but not a drink. Not many people would dare drinking something that looked so menacing... So why was he doing it?
Xylo turned to the Queen, a smile on his face as he spoke. "To be honest, I just wanted to compliment your victory on Arcose. I was on the Red Eclipse's ground team... I saw you punch a hole clean through Empress Wyntre!" He slammed his fist down on the bar to accentuate his words. "It was truly an amazing display, so I wanted to say... Well done, Queen. Perhaps it's a bit late, but we can't exactly drink to our victory on Earth now can we?!" The Mazoku laughed heartily, decided to down his murderous drink as he finished his poorly worded speech.
Too late did he realize that this was a bad decision.
His body tensed up as the death liquid coursed through his system. It felt like his entire body was melting from the inside. He grunted in pain as he fell from his stool, his body writhing in agony from the shot that was a bit too much for him.
"OH SON OF A BITCH THIS HURTS! ITS LIKE 76 RACOON'S DECIDED TO START LIVING IN MY INSIDES, AND EACH ONE DECIDED TO BRING A BONFIREEEEEEEEEEE!"
His unending pain was slowly put to an end, as his body's natural regenerative abilities kicked into overdrive. His insides were repaired quickly as the liquid passed through, allowing Xylo to regain his composure. The Namekian stood up slowly, dusting himself off as he let out a fake cough. Slowly, he sat back down on his stool, speaking to the bartender with as much aloofness as he could muster.
"...Water please."
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Zucceta
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Post by Zucceta on Jan 15, 2016 0:26:06 GMT
"You think tracking me to a bar where I'm clearly trying to relax is a good way to get a diplomatic relationship going? Please," the queen says coldly towards the android, before swiveling to see a gathering brawl. It was the bounty hunter and the scruffy kid; clearly the boy had taken offense at some motion from the older being, the "android" avoiding the kid's slap by the skin of his teeth. Clearly the android had some skill, but so did the skill; even drunk, Zucceta could reasonably attune her senses and she could feel the angry ki resonating from the kid.
It was awfully familiar, and so was the voice, but it couldn't be... could it?
She turns back to Cipher. "I left Habana and Mayze in charge for good reason. They are ideologically similar to me, even if they lack the... scope of my vision. They will rule smartly in my stead, for as long as it takes for me to finish what I'm doin'." She smirks, her face a red flush.
Zucceta then turns to Xylo with a sober slyness. She distrusted the Namekian; something was decidedly off about him. Something tickled the back of her mind. She raises an eyebrow at the first part of his speech, then drops her face to a deliberately cold frown towards the end of it. Perhaps something about her look made him finish his sentence the way he did, or down the poison he had so foolishly ordered.
What happened next was, all told, pretty hilarious.
The Namekian falls writhing to the floor. Zucceta can't help but laugh until she's almost falling off her stool herself. "Bloody hell, if you were trying to be impressive before you've surely fuckin' failed now!" She grins, looking girlishly innocent for a few moments as the Namekian re-takes his seat. She'd sensed the fluctuation in his energy as his insides had regenerated.
"I should probably take you on as a court jester or something," she says offhandedly, waving to Cabba for another drink. The veteran bar-tender slams the Fire down on the bar along with a glass of murky water, glaring at Xylo. "Make more noise in this pub and I'll have queenie throw you out. Me and her go way back, and I don't want you making a mess in my fine establishment without it being entertaining," the bald saiyan muses, before pointing at Pin and Luffa. "A bit like that, really."
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Queen Habana
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Post by Queen Habana on Jan 16, 2016 22:25:07 GMT
Commander Habana Active Techniques -All Seeing Eye(Detection)
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Habana hummed to herself as she strode to the bar, seeing as it was in Cacumber itself and not Radditsu it was one of the ones where she was far less likely to be recognized which at this point was exactly what she was hoping for her new position as Commander made visiting her normal bars down in the Radditsu District a bit more... awkward, she had quite a few... not exactly 'enemies' per-se but rather just frequent annoyances, most nights they tolerated her and she tolerated them and it all sort of worked out in a strangely pleasant balance and occasionally it would be broken up by someone saying or doing something that would cross someones line and then everyone would start fighting. Far less 'pleasant' but infinitely more fun.
Now however everyone seemed just a bit too tense for the balance to fall into place, and the few times things HAD nearly erupted into a brawl it was promptly quelled by her entrance into the fight, few were particularly eager to strike the Commander, less to strike a Super Saiyan. So now Habana needed somewhere that people would not immediately recognize her, and to add to that she'd changed up her look just a bit, wearing some of her mothers old casual clothes and tying back her hair rather than pinning it up into its normal buns. Habana at least felt she looked reasonably different enough.
Entering the bar Habana was greeted by a strange sight, a Namekian appeared to be having a seizure of some sort which she wasnt even aware was POSSIBLE but here it was, the Namekian seemed to recover relatively swiftly and attempting to regain his composure he dragged himself back up to the bar, turning her gaze to the others at the bar Habana nearly cursed as she felt a familiar signature, her annoyance was however reigned in once she identified the signature. Zucceta. At least she wasn't one to tip-toe around her, continuing her inspection of the bar she found next to Zucceta was ANOTHER familiar face, Cipher 24, and then further down fucking PIN.
“Oh yeah Habana go to Caccumber nobody you know ever drinks there” Habana muttered to herself as she stepped forward, at the very these were people unlikely to hold back with her, despite the gap between them Pin tended to treat her like anyone else at least outside of official business and she barely actually knew Cipher so perhaps with luck(Because her luck so far had been SO perfect) he might not even recognize her.
Raising an eyebrow Habana felt a build up in power, Pin appeared to be moving away from a... child? Who appeared ready to try and strike him and had MORE than enough power to do the job. Stepping forward to put herself between the kid and Pin as Pin continued moving away Habana would keep her attention on the brat “Kid I'm all for a bar brawl but I need at least two drinks before I start beating ass. Cool your jets for a bit or I make this much quicker than you're gonna like”
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