Meeting with the locals (Closed)

Denim knew it was time to move again, especially after her encounter with the student Jacquette from her old martial arts school. Although the Ippiki School had been good to her in the past, she knew that it had changed since she went to it at least seven years ago. She walked through the city with a bruised mark across her face past her house and past the training gym with the school's logo on it. Her mind was only focused on one thing and that thing was leaving the city completely. While making her way past the school she happened to come to both a bank and a telephone booth four blocks from the gym.

"I need to go there now," she told herself stepping towards the phone booth, heading in it, and pulling some zeni out of her shorts' pockets. She inserted the bills into the machine allowing the video screen to whir to life.

A woman with lilac hair and golden eyes appeared on the screen to greet her. She wore a purple sweater and a long white apron but because of the size of the that was all Denim was able to see. Due to the fact Denim knew her mother Shorts was wearing an apron, that meant she had just woken up. "Honey! What's up where'd you get that bruise?" her mother asked as she stared back at her daughter with concern in her eyes.

Denim rubbed her cheek before lowering her hand and answering, "I was out for breakfast and I happened to trip mom. That's all. I want to leave the city to help me write my book so I'm calling to let you know that." She pursed her lips waiting for her mother to respond and hoped she accepted the answer.

Her mother smirked saying, "That's too bad on both parts. I know you want to write the book about yourself but I suppose with all the heroes and such around here it can be rather hard, especially since that Central City place you were at for your former job gets all the attention."

Denim nodded then stated, "I'll be gone a while. Yet I'm sure I can write something good at some point, anyway, I'm taking all my savings with me."

"Oh, are you sure?" her mother asked, "We can-"

"Yes, I'm sure. I'll watch them myself within the confines of my pocket." Denim stated. "I'm going now." With that, the machine suddenly clicked off and the woman was left with a blank screen. She turned from her phone booth headed next to the bank and found a an automatic banking machine. Here she typed in her information on a keyboard and instantly drained her fund of 500 Zeni. She realized while standing there she would need some zeni left over for later to buy other things. That meant a bit of it had to be protected somewhere and the bank was a fine place after all.

Stepping away from the machine she swung her whole body around and happened to notice a man with silvery hair and an elaborate black suit walking around. "Maybe he is part of some of the elite group?" she pondered. He looked lost though so she approached him and silently stood near him letting him continue to feel lost.

She pulled her red vest round her chest covering it though in case he might be some kind of evil man pretending to act how he was simply to garner favor towards certain, weaker groups. Not many of the lecherous men of the world lived in South City as far as she knew and she had never encountered any of them thankfully but there was always a chance for a first encounter like that in life. So she was being very careful and allowed him to make the first action(s) towards her presence.

Denim followed the man, even through the crowd of people outside the restaurant, she pushed her way past the hungry civilians when he left only to find him physically dealing with one person on the outer edge of the group. She made no sound as the other man mentioned "I'm calling the cops..." during the time her Plato grabbed and slammed him into the ground. She was just lucky not to have a big presence as she stepped over the injured man's body and continued to walk.

She decided mental as she walked that it might be a good time to let the man know he had done wrong to the other customer, "Sir, you should apologize." She demanded in a weak tone. "He's probably injured badly from what you did." Whether Plato actually heard her or not was going to be seen when he faced her this time, however, his reaction was something she felt more concerned about due to how cleanly he flipped the other guy over. She balled her fists and waited for him a second time to notice her presence.

"You seem lost... That said, I could not condone violence nor stop you from committing it. Moreover, I would not know a place to eat here if it struck me. I just eat at the restaurants I want." Denim stated not letting him know of a place she frequented semi-regularly back the other way. She followed him as he wandered without a purpose. Her eye remained focused on him though as she pondered why was in such a hurry to eat and why he had gone through the trouble to injure someone just to do so.

She would step ahead of him and spin around walking backwards against his stride as she asked, "You are not a bio-android are you?" Recently the news had begun to speak of androids and other scientific creations running lose on Earth especially since the one-day siege of Central City by the infamous Blue Banner Army. She certainly did not want him eating her but she just had to know since she definitely considered him out there in terms of his sanity. There was just too little information to act on to allow her to conclude anything now and though she did not normally throw out questions to people like this she needed to now.

"Yes you are a guest on Earth..." she thought to herself as he stopped then stepped around her into the restaurant. The information she gave him about Bio-Androids and not knowing what they were was particularly interesting. She would spin around herself once before following him in as he spoke to the chef there. The owner then moved to get his order before finally coming out with various sushi dishes made-to-serve. Denim cared little as to what types they were while she leaned against a counter observing him stuffing his gullet. She only wanted to learn why he was so hungry.

He quickly answered that after commenting on how great the food was by telling her he was a Konatsian. She shrugged her shoulders and stated, "I don't know what that is either but..." now pointing her finger at him and his plate of food, "If I had to guess you're from way-out-of-town. Probably not from this planet at all, huh?"

She didn't want to answer his question yet on who she was though found herself having to because the chef in charge stated, "I noticed you came in with this guy. Are you here to order or not? If so, sit down. If not then wait or leave I can't have loitering folks at my doorstep."

Denim sighed then made her way over to this "Konatsian". She found a wooden stool not too far from where he was and pulled it up along side him saying, "I might as well make this a date." She joked. She was not sure if he would understand her sarcasm while she took her seat and stared back at his pale, smiling face. "You may call me Denim. I live here in the city and I'm a human but beyond that there's hardly anything else you should need to know."

"All of that sounds complicated..." Denim responded after hearing his story and resting her hands under her chin, "...but you sound like you have traveled to a lot of planets. Anyway, the date thing that you know nothing about is a time when guys and girls usually go out, hang out, and express their true feelings to one another or look for some companionship. It's, uh, the most basic form of courting and love on the planet. Oddly enough Saiyans, I have heard, have a much better grasp of the concept due to the fact many more hybrid children from them have been running around as of late."

She went back to utter silence, for a moment, before adding, "My whole purpose though here is to find companionship with you not love since, I um, couldn't help but notice you really don't know your way around here and I'm afraid you'd end up attacking places like Bio Androids, Androids, Saiyans, and other creatures like Demons already have. In a state of confusion... I'm here though to deter you from doing that kind of thing without actually having to fight you."

If one were to look closely they would have noticed a red-haired young man with a scarf around his neck slumped in the corner of the restaurant seemingly muttering to himself. However, when he heard the word "demons" his head shot up. The half-demon quickly identified who was speaking and immediately began to make his way over there muttering, "No, I will not kill them...I said no...Just shut up already!"

As he got closer he noticed a third person join the conversation adding some flowery speech about the downside of grudges, which in Samael's opinion amounted to little more than pretty words. As the half-demon approached he said, "Clearly you've never had a strong enough grudge, sir. A grudge can be worth dying for if you feel it is."


He then turned to the young woman sitting a few tables over, "I don't recall hearing about destruction on a massive scale because of demons like I have heard about because of Bio-androids and Saiyans."

The half-demon than tugged as his scarf muttering to himself, "No, I will not take it off and strangle them with it...your not helping your kind's case."

The restaurant filled with a cloud of anger and something else as well. Denim leaned her whole body against the table Plato ate at trying to block out that something else, the voices of three, angry arguing men. She had not meant to gall them but her words had done so. Her speech had been solely directed at the Konatsian at the room who now slammed his fists on the table and begrudgingly ordered beer to stop his own outburst. His anger came from she knew the old, wily man sitting three chairs from them talking about grudges. His mustache full on his haggard face. She could smell the scent of his ale on him and wondered if he had drunk like her new acquaintance was trying to now.

She pulled herself up from the table remembering there was a third and stood up to her full height to face the last guy, a gentleman wearing a scarf around his neck, coming towards her. He was the only one who had truly addressed her properly by saying, "I don't recall hearing about destruction on a massive scale because of demons like I have heard about because of Bio-androids and Saiyans." directly referring to her. Although the old man too said words to her about her being a fine leader one day, she could not address him on. The reason was he had called her a gal when in fact she was a full grown woman.

The idea of the idea of the old man being mistaken was plausible though, since Denim thought as she stood there, "He's half drunk probably, unlike the other two, and frankly maybe incapable of seeing I am a woman." Too much drinking in life did many things ranging from shutting down the liver to permanent blindness. The strengthened BPA and methanol levels behind some alcohol destroyed optic nerves as well as released flammable chemicals into the bloodstream helping harm a person over time.

She shook her head in that moment and refocused her blue eyes and mental capacities on the scarfed man addressing her poking at his chest with her right index finger. "I'll have you know that demons have caused the majority of the destruction here in this city. There was one at the tournament held in the city battle grounds posing as a human. I heard when he got upset because he had no challenging opponents there he threw a tantrum and tossed a number of monks left and right. His actions in turn spurned the Saiyans there to transform into giant apes and wreck the place. Oh, and if information is true on another event in North City, well, there was a small attack there. That involved a monster leading a small army around the place which potentially wrecked a few of the streets during that time." She addressed giving him a full rundown of some of Earth's prior events as her reporting roots had taught her to do when explaining things to others.

Whether this guy accepted it or not was up to him. Yet Denim did not care only because this place she had come to help someone had come to be overly crowded and uncomfortable. If need be she would escape using her full power in case her actions had displeased the inhabiting, mach males. How far she was going to get though was questionable since she had not even taken the time yet to use her ki sensing abilities to check out if the people she spoke to were as dangerous as they postured themselves as today.