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Post by Basil on Apr 14, 2016 15:09:32 GMT
Music[Weights ON] Boy, had it been a day.The start of the small Makyan's day had been accented by his scouter going absolutely bonkers. Three extremely high power levels had sat in his scan history by time he was jolted awake by the sound of the thing's emergency threat scanners going hog wild. He had jolted upright, smacking his head against the inside of his pod. Rubbing at the spot of contact, he began to notice his incredible headache he'd had even prior to the smack. His memory jogged to life in a flash, and he remembered sprinting across the wastes of Vegeta, something truly formidable right on his heels as it washed out the darkness of the evening in searing light. He remembered peeking over his shoulder, seeing a gigantic fingernail vaulting through the sky. While in most cases this was a typical weekend night, he could barely make out a gigantic green figure behind the construct as it slammed into the dirt near him, causing him to reflexively escape to the outskirts of the blast zone. He took on the bounciest of properties as he sailed from impact to impact across the soil and finally into a gigantic rock, a stone shard freeing the blood from his abdomen. He pulled up his undershirt and felt at it, feeling it had closed up of its own accord but would leave a jagged reminder of the enormous King of Green Beans. ''Talk about bad-ass! I can go to back to the club in a week or two and have me a war story. Knife-fightin' with a space-bear. That's what i'll tell 'em. ''Whoa, Baz, who gave ya that scar?'' Dey's gonna say. ''A big mean fuzzy space bear with an eye-patch!'' I'll say. ''You should see what I did ta him!'' Lowering the hatch door of the pod, he would step out and be greeted with...beans. A lot of 'em. Walkin' ones, like ol' what's-his-face. Scratching his chin, he'd step back inside the pod and look up the most recent nav coordinates. There weren't any. His pod had been ordered to follow a bigger ship, and it still was. Fancy that. He decided to leave it alone for now and made his exit. Walking up to the first Namekian he saw, a pair of two more would come close in curiosity. Tugging on his pant leg, the greenie would look down and see a frown-faced Basil. ''Ay. Ay you. Gimme some fruit, dweeb.''' ''Fruit? Um...hmm. I'm not sure we have any.'' ''Well ya gotta eat somethin', don'cha? C'mon. Fork it over! I'm starvin' down here.'' ''You realize you're on Namek, don't you?'' ''I realize i'm somewhere I haven't gotten any food yet, yep.'' ''Namekians don't eat. Did you not know that?'' Blinking as he cleaned out an ear with a pinkie finger, he asked again. ''Dat's nonsense! Everyone eats. Where's the grub!?'' '''We don't store any! We. Do. Not. Eat.'' '''PAH! Fugeddaboutit!'' Pointing a sharp nail at an onlooker, he'd continue. ''Dweeb two! I gotta asks ya somethin'. Did'ja see someone stroll by here? Tall, got a tail, likes to get punched in the noggin'? He smiles like this.'' Floating up to the food hoarder, he would promptly deck him across the jaw and send him to the grass. 'Ring a bell or two?'' Landing, he'd take a swig out of his grog, then work up a good ball of spit and hock it near his pod. The two onlookers were appalled, to say the least. ''Oh, and his hair's really dorky. Tall spiky hair, sharp enough to use as a farmin' tool or a fork.'' ''If you'll leave us be, I did see a Saiyan somewhat like that before. They headed to the Capital.'' ''They? Which way's dat?'' ''There was a Namekian with him...a foul one.'' Bingo! ''The Capital isn't far.'' Receiving the coordinates and entering them in his Scouter, he'd float away bored and hungry. Once he arrived at his destination, his eyebrow quirked. The place was in absolute shambles! Craters here, there, and everywhere, for one. Earthen debris littered the area, with small fires still dotting the landscape in hodgepodge formations. What was probably a Capital before was now very much a lowercase, being not much else than a massive frickin' crater. Lovely! His quest for Monkey the Tool and Green Beans the Fool was still underway, at least until he spotted something mighty peculiar; a lone figure stood all by his lonesome, almost looking like he'd been eternally trapped in a game of freeze tag. Standing as the winds billowed his clothing, he stepped toward the Namek. The closer he got, the more he realized who exactly it was. It was ol' Stretchy Beans himself! ''Hey ya big dork! What's the big idea draggin' me here!? I got stuff to do, like...like...mm. Like not be on Namek! You listenin' or what!?'' He tugged on the back of his shirt, causing Xylo to comically topple over onto his back. Basil let loose the scream of a frightened little girl when he saw his face; glossed over, contorted, and likely dead for quite a while. Poking him with a stick to confirm (his medical skills were pretty sharp), he sighed. ''Deader'n disco. Up to that big, big beanstalk in the sky. Who am I kiddin'? Not up. Prob'ly down.'' Hooking him around the foot, he began to drag him along the expanse of the destruction, inattentively letting his body bounce off various outcroppings of debris. ''Where's da big fuzzy punchin' bag? He dead too? Mm. Mm mm mm...'' Not far away, he'd find Kizuki as well. He began poking him with his trusty stick to check for vitals, then made a careful removal of his shirt to use for pajamas later. Folding it up and tossing it over his shoulder, he jumped in fright as something absolutely insane happened...
"Z-Zettai ni.."
("I absolutely..")
"ZETTAI NI YURUSENAI!!"
("I ABSOLUTELY CANNOT FORGIVE YOU!")Screaming back to the disembodied voice in panic, he began smacking the daylights out of the body with the stick. ''FINDER'S KEEPERS, MOOK! THESE PAJAMAS ARE MINE NOW!'' When he realized Kizuki was truly dead and the voice in his head sharply died as it had began, he sighed, feeling a little lonely. He tipped Kizuki's body across Xylo's and began dragging them both at once until he made it out of the Capital's crater (the uphill drag was a hell of a workout), dropping them once he found some grassy plains. ''Awright you's two. Been a time an' a half, but ya spared me, so i'll do ya's a favor. Ya sit tight now. Normally i'd check yer wallets, but consider dat part of my payback. Don't go nowheres.'' Then Basil did something...good, for once. He got on his hands and knees, and he began digging with his bare hands. Two graves, side by side. He'd start with littering the ground with energy to form a hole and loosen soil, then chuck it out and repeat like clockwork. After several hours he wiped his forehead, taking a long drink of grog. Struggling to lift Xylo's big body over his shoulder, he'd toss him into the first grave, then go and collect some rocks. Covering the hole back up and foot-tapping the ground back into form, he'd carefully take the rocks and spell something out just past the grave. He would repeat the same with Kizuki. B-I-G B-E-A-N M-O-N-K-E-Y D-W-E-E-B He'd stand at mock attention as he looked down to their graves, taking a swig for each in their honor before he turned his back to leave them to rest. It was, in truth, the first nice thing he'd probably done for anybody. It made him want to yack. Taking to the sky again, he wasn't quite sure where he was headed now. He spotted a peculiar building in the distance, sandwiched between suns. Maybe he'd rest there for a while; he didn't have anywhere else to go now.
[@ Lord Xylo Kizuki Alaistair ]
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Post by Alaistair on Apr 14, 2016 22:48:57 GMT
(Alright, so to explain why you're seeing me reply to this, I'm npcing for Basil here!) It'd been a good month out here, on this backwater planet, since Alaistair and the others had popped like a bunch of kernels in an oven. The three demons, Arthus, Eres, and Dorgia, had been making their rounds about the planet and, to their dismay, business was being a failure... These Namekians didn't need food, or sleep, and when the prospect of alcohol was brought up to them, each individual seemed to just pass it up! Not to mention, having to hide away, with the damn SSE having landed, was killing business too! They've had to hide away, in this hobble with the Loft out every so often, just to make sure they could account for their food supplies until they got a plan to escape this planet. At the moment, Dorgia had taken to keeping the rooms dusted, from the first floor to the second, except for the kitchen. Eres had made it explicit that anyone going into her kitchen would result in them becoming food for the wildlife, after being gutted and chopped up. She normally spent a lot of time, trying to keep the bar in check and putting the bottles in any boxes lingering around. At one point, they'd get off this world... But when was the most important of questions! As for the last demon, Arthus, he'd taken to taking whatever paint cans of charcoal black he could find and painted over some of the sections that had gotten sun bleached. The blue skinned demon, himself, had been getting some nasty burns himself, but of the three, he at least was the most retardant of the UV rays of the 3 suns. At one point, Dorgia had taken to painting some of the outside, and after about not even 10 minutes, the craggy, elderly looking door demon had looked as though he'd developed white limestone chunks in his face! Eres, on the other hand, had felt a little too at comfort with the suns, when she tried her hand at the maintenance of the exterior, and ended up becoming a literal raging inferno... This, in turn, resulted in them having to flee the original location from some of Namekian Warriors mistaking them for Mazoku. All in all, it'd been a terrible time... However, today was becoming different. A presence, unlike any other on the planet thus far, grazed their minds. It had come from space, in a pod that they could see from their little hovel, and landed several miles out. Arthus quickly made his way inside, and met with the two at the bar area. They didn't say a word to each other, tension high as they wondered what it was. It didn't feel like any Namekian on this planet, and it definitely didn't feel like any of the SSE that still floated about this planet. This presence then begun to speed towards them... They'd been discovered! Dorgia grunted, as he told them, "Well then... You know the drill, friends.""Yep. time to appropriate ourselves... It's all on you, Arthus""Right... Time to greet whomever this is!"The forms of the two male demons quickly altered, Dorgia becoming one with the wood work and shifting himself to the inside of the front door. Arthus, on the other hand, had decided to make himself into a spry Namekian, draped in a black robe with the torso exposed, and white pants to compound the image. He kept his footwear black, as he made his way to the door. As for Eres, she had taken to the kitchen and dressed herself ready to cook any meals... If, that were the case. Arthus made his way outside and looked about, trying to find out who was approaching his doors... At least, his, until Alaistair came back from the dead. Knowing that devil, he'd most certainly try his hand again soon. Arthus kept his power level stagnant at 15,000, as the person probably had already felt their strength in the first place, or detected it with a scouter. At this point, Arthus had to wonder whom it was coming? "That damned devil really put us in the ringer..! Even in death, his crap's screwing us over!"( Basil, you're up!)
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Post by Basil on Apr 16, 2016 12:04:43 GMT
Leaving the two corpses behind left Basil with some mixed feelings. It felt strange having to bury the pair that he'd fought on Namek. After all, if they beat him, then who was able to kill them? They'd had to have gotten a bit stronger since the bout. Was this super strong stranger still lurking around somewhere? Were they the ones that had turned the Capital into a pathetic lowercase? He had a lot of questions, and nobody to answer them. He was lonely enough to almost want to backtrack and talk a bit more smack to the two buried mooks, just for some social interaction if nothing else. So far, Namekians seemed like a really boring people. They didn't eat, apparently only drank water, and lived in weird little huts pretty much devoid of any technology. Maybe he'd find another village and fix that? He needed a place fit for someone of his status (the status in his head, anyhow), so he could relax and unwind after a good bit of planned plunder. He almost thought about stirring up a fight somewhere just to get his mind off of the fact that he was all alone on a mysterious green world, surrounded by absolute dorks. Surely, someone as cool as The Baz himself had the means at their disposal to turn one of these geek nests into a party paradise! As Basil soared through the air, he would unfurl ol' Monkey's big fat shirt and hold it open by the armpits above his head. It worked well as a shield from the sun, and having his weighted cloak on wasn't helping the fact he was beginning to profusely sweat from the exposure to multiple burning orbs of warmth; how did the green beans live this way!? It was like flying through a frickin' oven! Taking special care to shield his totally awesome hairdo from the burning rays, he would close on the building in a few moments time before setting down just outside of it. His memory began to jog at his bout with the two mooks he had just recently buried; maybe they weren't so bad after all? It sounded crazy after his decisive loss to the duo on Vegeta, but they had all the chance in the world to just kill him and leave it at that. Why did they choose to bring him along, anyway? Taking a few confident steps up to the door, he'd give it a few hard knocks (comically, as he had no idea a being had transposed their form within it, likely bonking them on the nose), and decided to wait. He tapped his foot impatiently as he unclipped his flask from his belt, taking a good hard swig. It was doing wonders to fight off the heat, at least. He hoped this place had air conditioning. That, and food. He still couldn't wrap his head around the fact that these freaks of nature didn't even eat. If he saw a Namekian behind this frackin' door, he didn't what he was gonna do. Whoever answered the door would likely be surprised to have to look down at his knee-high stature, the nozzle of his flask plugged between his lips as he took a few hard gulps. He'd turn his head and let loose a loud belch as his stomach grumbled, and he would calmly put away his flask to answer whatever was behind that door. He hadn't bothered to check yet, but a switch of his Scouter's settings would have revealed that his Pod found this place oddly familiar... Alaistair
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Post by Alaistair on Apr 16, 2016 20:06:20 GMT
A few minute went by, with Arthus waiting outside with his Namekian disguise... The person was surely taking their time getting here! He decided he'd go inside the Loft, to let himself cool off with the AC, which was honestly having a bit of trouble itself. Dorgia asked him, as he came in, "This person's quite slow, hm?""Aye. But, they should be arriving any second."Arthus made himself a seat on the stairwell, as he stared intensely at the door. When would they arrive, he wondered? Surely it wouldn't be too long now. The presence of this person made its way right outside the door, and actually knocked on the door! It seemed whomever this person had been, they were familiar with some manners! Arthus stood up and called out, "Coming!"He looked at the door's handle and creaked the hatch open, to let one of his azure eyes peer through. He immediately noticed the short individual, and quickly closed the door. The person was definitely not Namekian or any common visitor! Arthus muttered quietly, "That would explain that energy... He's a demon, for sure! Probably an imp.""Oh? How peculiar... What would his reasoning be for coming here?"Arthus opened the door again, this time widely, to let the imp-sized demon view his Namekian image. Arthus opened his arms, as he held the door open and beckoned, "Please, come in my weary friend out of the hard beating suns. Even we Namekians undergo heat exhaustion every once in awhile. Such is the nature of the Cherry Valley Loft."( Basil, you're up!)
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Post by Basil on Apr 18, 2016 19:34:21 GMT
Man, this place was sketchy. He couldn't tell exactly what it was supposed to be, although checking his Scouter's link function with his pod would have filled him in well enough. It even had a tiny little notification in the corner of its display, but he didn't bother. It was probably more junk mail anyhow. After his knock and chug, he waited around for a bit kicking at the dirt near the entrance with his hands stuffed into his pockets. Peeking over his shoulder as the door creaked open, he began to advance slowly toward the entrance, only to find it close right up against his nose. Grumbling and scratching his head, he would pace around for a little bit. What gives? If there was a party in there, of course he'd be invited. He was cool enough to be invited to any party by default! After a few moments the door opened once more and he could finally see the full image of his greeter. Of course, another Namekian. Great. As if there weren't enough of these geeks every ten steps, here was another one hogging up a snazzy-looking pad and probably not even cooking any food. He'd about had it with this dorky planet! Keeping his hands buried in his pockets, he would blankly look at the green bean as it made its introductions. At least the dweeb invited him in, though, so he could check the place out if he wanted to. He nodded quickly and carried his tiny frame up to the doorway. ''Thanks, pal. I was startin' to think I spooked ya!'' He would mosey on in past the Namekian and wait for the sound of the hatch to close behind him, perking his chin up to gaze around the interior and take in the sights. Just as he'd hoped, the place was pretty snazzy alright. Apparently it was called the ''Cherry Valley Loft'' or somethin' like that. The only part of that title that concerned him was the word ''Cherry''. He immediately felt the comfort of the air conditioning wash over him, and he smiled comfortably as he used the late monkey mook's pilfered larger-than-life shirt as a forehead sweat rag before tucking it under his arm, using the remainder of the fluid on his scalp to re-slick his hair. He'd pluck at the spiky tips to style them anew, and then turn to his greeter. ''So what's all dis business about cherries? I'm hungry summin' awful!'' His stomach would groan in a punctual matter and he'd pat it back to silence. The only food nourishment he'd been receiving all day were the bits of pulp in his grog, and that sure didn't count so much. He could only drink so much on an empty stomach. He'd peer around once more to try and see if anyone else was living in the place. Rent didn't bother him, but he'd bring it up once he got some food. ''Nice air conditionin', too. Ya got ya'selves a pretty snazzy pad right here! Speakin' of, how do yous guys deal with havin' all those suns out there? I can barely stand just the one everywhere else.'' And then he went off a tangent, rambling and rambling. ''Prob'ly a good thing I buried ol' tweedle-dweeb and tweedle-dumb. They'd be well done by now after all dis time. The monkey's tail would'a looked like a sausage link, and I imagine I saved the big green meanie an all-day sun-pickling. No offense. Not to mention the mook's sour enough as it is. Say, did'ja know someone done gone and blew up your Capital? Kinda surprised y'stuck around, honest. I bet da boom scared da pants off'a yous guys.''
Alaistair Kizuki Lord Xylo
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Post by Alaistair on Apr 19, 2016 21:26:17 GMT
"Ah, you didn't spook me! Just a matter of preparations, since we've not had a customer in a... Yes, I remember that event. I, personally, don't give a damn about that. My brethren have always been meek in the first place. As unfortunate as to what happened to my cousin, Xylo, and his partners, the damage they performed was most appropriate, for sending a message," Arthus replied, as the small man wiped himself up, "But that's something we needn't worry about. For now, why don't we visit the bar and have you get you some food and a drink? I may be Namekian, but every once in awhile, even we find ourselves needing additional sustenance."
Arthus led Basil over to the bar, an old-styled, oil stained and varnished oak slab with many smooth, yet jagged appearing edges standing at about 4 feet and 3 inches. Arthus slapped his hand a couple of times on the table, making a loud noise as he called out, "Ms. Eres, we've got a famished and dehydrated customer on hand! A mister... Forgive me, I never actually caught your name. My name is Arthus, a member of the Mazoku Tribe on this planet. You are?"
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Post by Basil on May 12, 2016 13:25:26 GMT
Did he hear this bean right? He actually called that big frickin' crater a message! It sounded like this guy understood the language of gettin' stuff done, alright. He did have a point. He'd only met one or two Namekians even worth remembering, and one and a half of them were Xylo. They were so boring and peace-loving and quiet. He was more than ever proud of his heritage after spending time on this boring planet. This Namekian fella, though, was turning out to be a pretty swell guy! In a farm's worth of uptight, food-shunning green beans, this particular one, as luck would have it, absolutely had the hook-up that the Makyan was looking for. Score! ''Ahhh. Now you's speakin' my language! I'm starvin'. I asked one'a your people for some fruit and they just up and told me that yous guys don't even eat. ''That's crazy!'' I says. Then he tried to call me crazy. Nutty world, Namek. I can see why ya ain't a fan of all 'da others.'' He'd also caught mention about this place having a bar. Double score! He could hardly contain his excitement, evidenced by his anxious fidgeting. His stomach grumbled a bit again, and he once again patted it into silence. With his short legs carrying his short form after his new acquaintance, he followed along as he inspected the inner workings of this strange place. His child-size boots clacked quietly every couple of steps as he quickened his pace to match the length of the much taller being's stride, almost looking like some sort of weird speed-shuffle by comparison. As they approached the counter, he admired the woodwork. ''Oooh. Fancy!'' He smoothed a hand across the piece of furniture, getting a pleasant feel at the fine finish of the woodwork. As the one cool green bean on the planet called for the staff, Basil wasted no time making a short hop to clamor up and onto a seat, scooting into a comfortable position. He rested his elbows on the counter-top as the Namekian introduced himself as Arthus, and asked the Makyan his name after a brief apology. Removing his gloves and stuffing them in his pants pockets, he'd extend his small left hand from the bar for a hearty shake should the Namekian accept. ''Name's Basil! Put 'er there, bub!'' It was strikingly obvious that he didn't know much in the way of manners, but at least he was friendly. Maybe he wouldn't be so lonely after all if this place became a regular hang-out? What with this Mazooki fella and whoever his friends were! Alaistair
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Post by Alaistair on May 12, 2016 19:36:34 GMT
"Basil? A pleasure to serve you today," Arthus replied holding his hand out to shake the short demon's, "My name is Ar-""Your name is going to be filet min'Namekian, if bang on the table one more damn time, slug," Eres called out from the kitchen! Arthus furrowed his brow while squinting at the door window, where the red headed demon stood. She brought 2 fingers to her eyes before pointing them back at Arthus. "... Arthus, was the name. Sorry about that. Now... What say you to some fish? We caught one of those behemoth fish a little while ago that surf in these waters. It's got some nice white meat to it that floods your mouth with all its delectable juices... Mm," Arthus explained, mouth drooling a bit at the image of a steaming slat, on a large tray about 3 ft. by 2 ft., of the white, blue scaled fish with soft, light brown gravy lathering it with vegetables floating in the pools of it and on the rim of the tray. As he was thinking of this, the skin color he was portraying was becoming slightly darker. ( Basil)
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Post by Basil on May 14, 2016 10:54:35 GMT
Just as the shake finished and before Arthus could finish speaking, a grumpy voice slithered out of the kitchen accompanied with a threat. With a gesture implying the stranger would be watching the Mazooki Namekian, he did a quick view switch between the two before the stranger vanished back into the bowels of the kitchen, whereupon Arthus would finish his interrupted sentence. He'd introduced himself again, which was probably good. Basil never was very good with names, after all, not that you would ever get him to admit it. The Namekian then began to describe in great detail a bountiful feast of '' behemoth'' Namek-native fish. Apparently even though there was food on this planet, the green beans for some reason refused to eat any of it. Weirdos! His trust for their entire race had taken a massive nose-dive ever since he'd woken up here. It was nice to find another group of people that weren't exactly fans of them either. He wiped away a little bit of drool from the corner of his mouth as he looked slack-gazed at Arthus while he described the delectable dish. He hadn't had a good protein-rich meal in a while outside of stolen rations, and those things tasted like stale cardboard! ''Oooooh. Now dat sounds like good eats! I'll take it! Ooh, ooh, d'ya guys serve fruit salad too!? Makyans all love fruit. I got a personal stash, but 'yanno with all this space-farin' it's startin' to run kinda low. A fruit smoothie would hit 'da spot real good-like, too, pal!'' It was clear the Makyan was practically in heaven (hell?) right now. In a desert of weird, bean-y people devoid of food or drink, he'd found himself an oasis of belly-friendly deliciousness! As he patted at his eager tummy, he didn't even notice the Namekian's skin tone changing. He was already daydreaming about his epic meal time! Alaistair
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Post by Alaistair on May 16, 2016 1:05:58 GMT
"Makyans love fr- Is this boy trippin' on hunger or somethin'," Arthus thought, looking at Basil with a vexed stance. After all, all 3 of them, even Dorgia of all demons, was a Makyan! "You hear that, Eres? Basil here's looking for some fruit," Arthus called out to the kitchen, "I didn't find any fruit, but did you happen to find any, the last time we went out to the other isles?"The sounds of rhythmic chopping into flesh were too loud for the chef to hear. Knowing this, he stood up and made his way over to the kitchen, telling Basil, "Hang on a minute, Basil. I need to check in with her. I personally didn't find anything, but I think she might've found something. They did have some strange plants growing around here."Arthus made his way inside the kitchen, knocking on the metal swinging door before walking in. There was some soft, muffled talking amongst the noise, before Eres proceeded to shout, "What the hell are you doing in her?! Of course I found Fruit, so scram you damn fang tooth!"The Namekian disguised demon quickly rushed out, with knives flying into a metal cabinet next to the swinging door. In a hastened breathe, he muttered as he dove, "Crap crap crap crap crap crap!"Dorgia, meanwhile, had taken to hiding above the two, looking down at them with a humored grin and rocky eyes! Seeing Arthus dive out of there reminded him of their days before Alaistair came into the picture. It was a musing game that they played, whilst they acquired the desires of their customers. Though, Dorgia saw Arthus's skin changing, and with a deep cough covering his voice, called out, "Skin!"With the comment, Arthus quickly focused his skin as he let a relieved gasp out! For the most part, Basil hadn't noticed, allowing Arthus to be even more at ease. ( Basil)
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Post by Basil on May 24, 2016 9:23:14 GMT
(Sorry for the delay!) As the much taller Namekian looked over his form with a strange expression, Basil didn't feel as if anything were out of place. In his mind, this guy was the only cool bean on the entire planet! He had no idea this was some sort of facade. He didn't care either, at least not at the moment. This place was like a palace to him! The gears began turning in his head; if he liked the food, he'd have another request. He awaited excitedly as the conversation was put on hold, letting loose a rapid-fire of nods to to signal he was fine with Cool Beans stepping away. He could barely make out some muffled discussion; they must have been really trying to make his meal one to remember! He couldn't wait! Staring toward the door absentmindedly, his tongue poked out a little from the corner of his lip as his thoughts drifted once again to his impending food. Cool Beans came clamoring out the door just as a fan of knives wedged into a cabinet with a loud THUD, followed by the sound of the handles and cabinet shaking. They must have been so excited to serve Basil that they were passing tools to each other as fast as possible! ''Now dat's what I call service! Yer chef back there musta been mega excited to cook this one up, huh?'' Of course he had no damn clue what had just happened and interpreted it completely wrong, but maybe it would have been easier for Cool Beans to just laugh it off rather than explain. Out of the blue, he heard a voice cough out ''Skin''. He quirked his eyebrow at the Namekian in deep suspicion, which may have caused Cool Beans to start worrying that his cover was blown. Uncorking his flask and taking a hearty swig while he kept his stare with narrowed eyes, the little Makyan let out a ''HMMMMmmmmm.'' As he nodded slowly. In the blink of an eye after several long, long moments of staring, he'd pipe up with an expression changed to one of joy as he re-corked the beverage container he held so dear. ''Oh yeah! An' don't forget ta skin dat fish now. Some weirdos from Makai would eat dem suckers scale and all. Good reminder, pal! Youse guys are really on top o'dis, a'int'cha?'' He smiled innocently, or at least as innocently as a short-tempered knee-high demon warrior could manage. He was really digging this place! He hooked his flask back on his hip, but he let himself get a bit more comfortable as he began to slouch into a comfortable seated position. He was starting to wonder if they offered vacant rooms, too. Alaistair
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Post by Alaistair on May 25, 2016 10:37:11 GMT
"Right... RIGHT," Arthus stammered, dusting himself off, before returning to his seat next to Basil. He nudged the short guy, asking, "So, you're a Makyan, eh? Don't seem to recall seeing a Makyan before. Are they like yourself?"
There'd be a loud, sizzling sear reaching out the ears of the three about them. Dorgia had taken to moving in the cracks between the planks and into the kitchen, where he observed the large, bright white slab practically ooze with juices, as Eres effortlessly shifted it in the pan! She had, on top of this, been drizzling a dark liquid on top of it, which seemed to have given it a light brown hue.
"Aren't you supposed to be watching our 'customer' and making sure the idiot out there doesn't blow his cover, Dorgia?"
"Well, you know me, Eres... I can't bare to not observe you putting your magic to work," the older demon complimented, dripping out partially from the ceiling and taking in the tile pattern, "What, I do have to ask, is the plan for this dish?"
"That's a good question," Eres replied casually, "With the lack of normal spices, I'm having to debate on the type of uniqueness I need to give it."
(Here you go, Bas! Sorry on the shortness of the post!)
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Post by Basil on May 30, 2016 10:40:36 GMT
These guys were a bunch'a pros! The quickness of that snappy, reassuring response just made the little Makyan feel all the more comfortable. As Cool Beans resumed occupying the earlier seat, he would nudge Basil and inquire about the Makyan people. Oh boy, he could go on for days! He'd try and make it snappy though. Poking his index fingers together as he slightly titled his head, tongue poking out and eyes rolling to the corner of his sight, he'd let out a small ''hummm'' as he decided on where to begin. ''Well see, demons is demons, amirite? Right. So's. Makyans, y'see, are a great fightin' caste of demon! Dere's a bunch of demons out there 'dat claim they's Makyan, but dat's a bunch'a nonsense. Demons is demons, and Makyans is Makyans. Makyan gets tossed around a lot as a kinda sorta general term fer a demon. Most, not all of us, are short and look kinda like me. Da best ones look like me, anyhows. We all gots pointy ears an' fangs, see?'' He'd flash his pointy teeth briefly while he pinched at the pointed tips of his ears pointedly, with a nod. ''Lotsa fighters underestimate us! But, we gots ourselves a secret weapon! When we train super mega hard, we get huge! When I fought ol' monkey mook on Vegeta, dat Kazooki fella, I tapped into dat. Da Red Moon was high in da sky, and I went ten kinds'a crazy on his monkey butt! I was tossin' him beatings this way an' that, and then dat Xylo guy stepped in. Under da Red Moon, we get eight times stronger!'' He would quotation his point with a what he thought was intimidating one-armed flex, puffing out his chest as well. It was a little tough to see under his weighted outfit, but it did make him look slightly bigger for a split second at the right angle if you were looking hard enough and yadda yadda. The smell of the food began to waft into his nostrils, almost putting him into a hypnotic state. His eyes glazed over and he began to drool a tiny bit from the corner of his mouth. ''Do youse guys eat food like dis every day? D'you have any rooms fer rent by chance? I really like it here!'' He began taking in the surroundings once more. While he wasn't revealing it, he was already picturing what furniture he could sneak in where; a kick-ass sound system in a particular corner with a spin booth, maybe a weight rack down the hall, a cozy little hammock up in the rafters somewhere with a suspended mini-fridge...this place could be a real nice hangout with some work! A fixer-upper as far as his own living space would go, but he was hoping he was met with a positive answer. If they didn't want cold hard moolah, he could offer to pay in muscle. He was pretty good at beating people up lately. Even better if they'd let him train here, where his beaty-uppy-ness would only improve over time! Alaistair
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Post by Alaistair on Jun 9, 2016 13:04:58 GMT
"That so," Arthus replied, his tone a bit annoyed at the comment, "I've never seen my brethren get like that... Hmm."When the scent of food hit their noses, Arthus leaned on his arm and with a confident smirk, told Basil, "Damn right we do... And we do have rooms to rent. But, the veneer and luxury may not be as pleasant as we'd like it for people staying. We'll see to what it is that we can d-""ORDER UP," Eres shouted, bursting through the doorway with the large slab of fish meet in one hand, and plates armed with forks, knives, and plenty of napkins in the other. It became a nice, light brown color, especially with the sauce mixed in. Green flakes of vegetation and spices were sprinkled about the slab, which seemed to be large enough to feed 8 hungry men. It was large enough to encompass the entire width of the bartop, and long enough to reach the opposite shoulders of the seated men! Eres handed them two plates, and the sets of silverware, and keeping two for herself. She told Basil, "Being our first patron in quite some time, we'll be joining you for this meal. If you've ever had white tuna seared and cooked with soy sauce before, that's what this is intended to taste like... To be honest, we've been running out of ingredients as of late. Not a lot of Namekians don't feel the need to eat."The demoness had a wild hair style with her pale skin and red eyes. It looked as though her head were caught ablaze by a pink fire! She had a purple dress underneath the white apron over her torso that had rolled up sleeves. She was fairly tall, though only taller than Arthus because of the standing hair. She was digging underneath the bar stand, before finally grabbing an old green bottle. She placed it on the counter, and grabbed 3 wine glasses, that she quickly placed on the table. She popped the cork on the wine bottle and poured the violet-red beverage into each, to the point it grazed the widest brim of the bottles. "If this was done right, then this Merlot should pair nicely with it. Now..."She leaned over, pointing her right hand and ear to Basil and Arthus, as she gestured them to eat. She was waiting to hear their reactions, and expected to hear them. The demoness had done a little personal work on the food, just like all the food she normally makes. It was the way her powers worked, after all... ( Basil, I'm so sorry about that wait! Here's a post for ya!)
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Post by Basil on Jun 22, 2016 17:47:54 GMT
(No problem! ) When Arthus mentioned anyone he knew not sharing the same qualities that Basil described as every Makyan having, he wasn't surprised. It wasn't every day you met one of 'em. So many demons tried to pass off as Makyans, but in his stubborn mind only the ones that looked somewhat like he and his family hit the mark. There were the taller and more muscle-y ones too, but those didn't count at all! He was delighted to hear a confident confirmation to his asking about the daily meals, and that was what really set his heart (and stomach) on the place. He had to get a room! He had to! Arthus then went off on a tangent, mentioned some such about ''vin ears'' and ''luck cherries''. Cherries sounded awesome right now. What's not to lose!? Being cut off by delicious food before he could finish the statement, the smell grasped Basil's full attention. Another demon burst through the doors of the kitchen shouting that the order was well and ready. He rubbed his hands together excitedly as his eyes rolled over the dish hungrily. The small dot of drool resurfaced on his distracted and dumb-struck face, still amazed he'd been able to find a place like this on Namek, also known as Dweebsville, of all places by a sudden turn of his luck. He thought about tracking down the food hoarder from earlier and smacking him with one of these fish if he could find another one, but that could always wait for another time and place. Right now was epic meal time, and he'd have no such distractions! He received his plate and silverware and armed himself with a fork and knife in his right and left hand respectively. He held them both point-up with his hands clenched into fists around them, their ends resting on the bar top. He gazed over the meal consisting of the massive fish that just about covered the entire surface in front of him; it had been browned to a mouth-watering shade and was dotted and arrayed with mysterious spices that only added to the aroma. He listened to the woman speak and nodded quickly in acknowledgement. Company with a meal wouldn't be so bad, either. In all honesty, Big Beans and Monkey Dweeb were the closest thing he'd had to any company in several years. It was a strange feeling having them kick the bucket so soon, and the question remained of exactly why they had programmed his ship to follow them to Namek, especially after that last scrap of theirs took place. He didn't want to admit it, but he did feel sort of lonely ever since he buried the two. ''Yeh, what's the deal 'widdat? When I showed up and walked outta my pod, the first dweeb I met was talkin' some nonsense about not eating. Who in their right mind passes up stuff like dis?'' It'd been quite a long time since he'd had tuna. Before raiding a fruit farm on Earth and bumped into Mr. Britches, supplies ran low and desperate times called for desperate measures. He'd eaten it raw, though, after burning the first one when he tried to cook it. It wiggled a lot. Spotting the dress under the female demon chef's apron, he noted she must have taken this kind of thing pretty seriously to dress up like that. He hadn't seen anyone dress the same since he robbed that cruise liner full of dorks on Earth, but in all honesty he'd wished he would have kept the tuxedo he wore if only just for a situation like this. The woman fished around underneath the bar before placing a green bottle on what little space remained on the top thanks to the fish, removing the cork with an audible pop. He waited for the glass to fill until the demoness made the gesture for he and Arthus to dig in at last, and he happily obliged. Lifting his fork to pierce into the tender fish, he'd move his knife forward and cut a slab off before placing it on his plate. Slicing a hefty chunk off of that piece, he'd lift his fork to his mouth and bite down, his small mouth in his current form puffing up like a chipmunk right to the cheeks to take in all the food with a delighted ''Hyaaaa~Nom!'' He began to chew quickly until his eyes widened and his jaws began to slow their circling. He seemed zoned out for a moment, stunned by the flavor. He gave a short glance to Eres and nodded quickly as he swallowed it down. ''Where'ja learn 'ta cook like that!? I've never had fish dat was cooked like dis! Good eats!'' He would take another bite, letting out an ''Mmm!'' As he teeth broke the tender surface. Lifting his glass to sip at the drink (which went perfectly with this fish!) he looked absolutely ecstatic. He nodded his head lower than a usual nod as what little of a bow he could manage at the table. He almost never did that to anyone, since he thought it was cheesy; he gave respect and props where it was deserved, though. He would then glance over to Arthus to see his reaction for a second. Beans was probably used to this kind of cooking by now, but maybe this was something he hadn't had many times. He had to admit, it was actually kind of nice being in the company of demons again. Last time it didn't go so well when he was booted out of the Demon Realm, but these ones seemed different, at least. Alaistair
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