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Post by Deleted on Sept 16, 2016 10:37:30 GMT
Just Yanking Your TailThread power level 127,185! Heavy weights ACTIVE! Current PL: 31,796!
'Dirty Deeds Done So Sweet' had carried Noxa financially so far. Shortly after her arrival on Earth luck seemed to have stuck the woman, allowing Noxa to instantly hitch a ride with a manga artist — Dirty Dan — and essentially leech off of her work’s royalty — though, to be fair, that was work that used Noxa’s image as its protagonist. Using that as a way to justify her actions Noxa didn’t at all feel bad about extorting Dirty Dan for a hearty sum of the profits. The 'fair deal' had provided more than enough of a monthly budget for Noxa to live comfortably thus far...
Noxa strolled through the bustling streets of downtown Satan City, her talons flimsily tore at a candy wrapper. Bits of it would fall to the floor and the woman would think nothing of it. Noxa soon found herself twirling the strawberry-flavored lollipop around her mouth, fighting the urge to just bite down on the hard core. She might as well — her hair was literally filled with the treats, different colored lollipops sticking out every which way; rushing through one or two of them wouldn’t much deter from her enjoyment.
It was nice of the bank to let Noxa take so many of their free complimentary lollipops. Teh woman had gone in early in the morning, complaining about the fact that Dirty Dan’s ‘plastic rectangle’ —or as the bank called it, a ‘debit card’ — wasn’t working. Between waiting in line and being tossed from one representative to another the redhead managed to waste the entire day there. By the end of it, Noxa was left thinking that her luck had run out. She was going to pay Dirty Dan a visit soon and figure out why exactly there wasn’t any money on her card — as per their agreement. But, for now, the woman needed a way to get money; for now, Noxa needed a job.
Noxa stopped dead in her tracks as something tapped against her nose. The woman blinked, crossing her xanthic eyes, wondering what just happened. There was another gentle tap — this time against her cheek. Then another, on her shoulder. It took a moment for Noxa to realize what was happening. She looked above to see dark, overcast skies; with the heavy atmosphere present Noxa found the pieces of the puzzle fitting against one another; it would soon begin to rain.
The droplets of rain began to strike down in staccato at first. The odd little plops, however, soon began to pick up in both speed and quantity. It was clear this was going to be one of those flash storms that simply doused everything. That was bad news for Noxa! The woman loved the rain, but she quickly realized that if she was to get caught up in this monsoon it would mean absolute disaster for her sugary treats — and, by extension, her hair too!
Thinking quickly, the woman looked about, looking for some kind of shelter. Nearby stores would have been the first choice, but unfortunately for Noxa most of them seemed closed. She could crash through windows and doors, but all that would mean was a call from the police. And, of course, the last thing Noxa wanted to do was get a criminal record. Her head then turned away from the building side of the sidewalk and into the street. This, being downtown, meant a lot of traffic; busy, congested roads full of angsty drivers impatient to get home. Taking advantage of the red stoplight that seemed to grind the already slow traffic to a halt, Noxa moved.
To Noxa it meant a lot of cars — plenty of space to hide in. In a split second, that’s what the Bio Woman decided to do! In a blur of motion, the scarlet streak found herself dashing into the first car that grabbed her attention — the first car with an open window. It just so happened to have been a posh, luxurious vehicle. Noxa, having acted so quickly, didn’t have time to see how many people were in the car — much less how big it was. Regardless if the inside had space for her or not, the woman had already been on the move, diving in through the window.
Martin P. Moneybags
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Martin P. Moneybags
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Post by Martin P. Moneybags on Sept 17, 2016 4:37:01 GMT
Moneybags sat in a golden limo. Inside, he sat comfortably on cream colored, leather seats. His bodyguard poured him another glass of red wine and Moneybags eagerly took it without hesitating. "Thank you Terrance...." He tilted the wine glass towards his leathery cat-like lips and took a nice, quick sip, and pushed the beverage around in his mouth savoring the taste. He moved his glass around a bit and smiled. "this is the life...oi! Bobby! Ask the driver when we're getting back to mansion #112!" The bear Zoanthrope nodded quickly. Before he had the time to open the window between their seat and the drivers, some random lady dove into his limo!
Everyone stared at her blankly. Awkward silence filled the air. Suddenly, the guards jumped into action. There were about six of them in the limo and they all drew their guns, aiming at the bio-Android. "How dare you jump into this luxurious vehicle you street urchin! Ugh...poor people...someone go get the new limo to drive here, she contaminated the seats."
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Post by Deleted on Sept 17, 2016 12:01:05 GMT
Noxa found herself sitting up on the fancy, leathery cream seat. The woman began dusting herself off, adjusting from her daring dive into the limo.
Noxa then began to looked around; her eyes widened and sparkled in awe of what she saw. In a moment she began speaking up breaking the little silence that seemed to have grown in light of her entrance. “This place is a lot nicer from the inside… It’s a lot nicer than inside my nest!” The response to her comment on the posh limo wasn’t exactly what she expected. Noxa was new to Earthly customs, but she was almost positive that having guns pointed at you after a little bit of small talk wasn’t normal procedure.
“Woooow…” She said, eyebrows arching up; she sincerely was surprised. Noxa, taking a note of how things had developed, began to comment: “Those are a lot of barrels… I don’t think I ever had this many pointed at me before. Usually, bounty hunters and mercenaries travel alone — or in packs of two at most.”
Noxa paused for a moment, frowning as she raked through her memories. “No, wait! I’m wrong; there was this one time I walked into a capital building — and one where I walked into the crossfire of a battlefield. Yeah, those times I definitely had more guns pointed at me.”
The Bio Woman leaned back, legs crossing as she made herself comfortable. Her hair began to gain volume. The strands beginning to writhe with life. There was a brief moment of preparation before the strands and tendrils blurred outwards. Dozens of tendrils reached out, mostly aiming for the guns, though one aimed for the big chubby kitty and his wineglass.
If Noxa’s little ‘strike’ was successful the six or so guards would feel a slight tag against their firearms, soon coming to find that colorful orbs now seemed to be sticking out of their muzzles; Noxa had stuck a lollipop into each of the gun’s barrels! There was also one unwrapped sweet now floating within the wineglass — if, again, Noxa’s little gambit had been carried out without issue. Assuming everything went according to plan Noxa gave a passing glance to each of the half a dozen faces near her. “Don’t worry, they’re gifts; I won’t charge you guys for ‘em.”
Successful or otherwise Noxa’s next actions would be the same. Her hands folded over her naval. The strawberry-flavored lollipop in her mouth would twirl, being tossed from one side to another by her tongue. “I was under the impression urchins were only a thing found in oceanic biomes… Either way, I’m not one of those; I’m NOXA.” The woman’s fingers would undo themselves from one another. The woman shut her eyes, relaxing just a little more. Noxa’s left arm arched back, resting behind her head while her right thumb’s talon would press up against her collarbone. “And don’t worry; I won’t contaminate your limo. I’m not a noxic organism.” A cocky smirk then took a hold of her features. Noxa fully expected a round of laughter from that one, completely oblivious just how cheesy and unfunny that joke was.
“I’ll hold for applause.”
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Post by Martin P. Moneybags on Sept 17, 2016 15:41:43 GMT
"N...Nest??" One guard questioned in surprise. They all kept their guns locked on her while Moneybags stared angrily. How dare she just enter his priceless limo...?! Her and her dirty peasant hands...! Well, he'd just buy another one. No big deal. Off topic! Moneybags couldn't help but notice how strange she was acting. It somehow reminded her of a child. She was so immature...! She certainly wasn't Human, that much he could tell. In fact, she seemed like she wasn't accustomed to Earth either. But one thing that bugged the cat was her personality. He couldn't tell if she was using sarcasm when she spoke or if she was just a complete moron.
She leaned back getting comfortable in HIS chair! Before him or his guards had time to react, her hair began to enlarge! Moneybags blinked blankly, and the guards got a little nervous. The hair shot out towards their guns, sticking lolipops into the barrels of the guns. She even put one in his wine. "Why you little...--" He took a sip so he'd have just the right voice to yell at her...but that was when he tasted the unique and wonderful flavor of the beverage with its new sweetener. "...This is fantastic...!" Looking at the woman, she began to play with the candy, pushing it around in her mouth. "No no, a street urchin is a term for poor people, a waste to our society, Noxa!" Despite being rather blunt, he was taking a liking to this so called 'Noxa'. His liking kind of went down after she said that extremely cheesy joke. "Noxa! That wasn't funny."
Kicking his feet up, he placed it on her lap rudely. "Let's talk business!" One of the guards grabbed a glass and some wine, immediately pouring it into a cup. Once that was done, they offered it to Noxa. While this was going on, Bobby, one of his most loyal guards, grabbed a cigar and a lighter. The bear Zoanthrope lit it up and put it in the cat's mouth. "you're a Ki User right?" He took this cigar out, blowing a puff of smoke into the limousine. He plopped the cigar back into his mouth, smirking. "How would you like to be my bodyguard and work for me, eh?"
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Post by Deleted on Sept 17, 2016 16:27:46 GMT
“Yep! Nest! I keep it —” Noxa swiftly cut herself off, the thumb that poked at her collar bone being replaced by fanning fingers that now rested on its length, “Well, where it is doesn’t matter.” That was a close one! Noxa almost gave away where she lived; that was a lesson Noxa learned from her manga’s artist. The second people know where you live you can no longer live there, otherwise trouble will soon follow.
The woman’s eyes opened. They were a very dark grey, almost black; the exception were her irises, which were yellow and seemed to glow like those of a predator under the cloak of night. She gazed first at the cute little fluff-ball in his business suit. Despite the smell of new leather and expensive cologne Noxa could still smell a heavy lace of cigar smoke undulating from his fur. Noxa’s cheeks began to grow rosy as he both complimented her favorite sugary treat and called her out on her cheesy joke.
“Sorry,” She said, “I’m still working on it. I feel like comedy is the next social mechanic i need to master.”
The woman’s hard had ceased squirming by now. It had gone completely still — looked just like normal hair, if you pardoned the two locks that stuck straight up from her head. With the business cat’s proposition of moving onto more serious matters Noxa found herself captivated even further. A movement off to her side took a hold of Noxa’s attention; one of the guards had offered her a drink.
The simpering woman’s smile grew, “That’s very nice of you, thank you~!” The woman reach over. Her hand neared the glass, but just as it looked like she was going to take a hold of it, she pushed further past it. Noxa leaned and leaned, but in a few moments her fingers swiftly clasped around the entire wine bottle. The woman quickly returned to the spot she had made herself comfortable in.
“Cheers!" Exclaimed the woman, bringing the rim to her lips and cocking her head back. Noa allowing the alcoholic juice to rush down her throat. She wasn’t even savoring the drink; she was practically inhaling the alcohol. Despite the noisy ‘glug, glug’ of the rushing liquid Noxa was able to clearly hear the bosscat’s proposal. Her posture snapped back in place, the wine bottle coming to rest just between her thighs as so it wouldn’t be spilled. A hand reached to wipe away a bead of wine that ran down the corner of her mouth.
“A ki user? You bet! I heard that I’m pretty strong too.” Noxa, watching as her possible employer began to light a cigar before finishing his deal, spoke up. “By the way, that thing —” Noxa made a gesture with the same hand that just cleaned her chin, motioning to the cigar, “It’s full of toxins. You should go easy on it… As for the bodyguard — yes! Funny how things have a way of working themselves out, huh?” Noxa wondered, grinning like an idiot, “I literally just left the bank with no zeni to my name since my debit card has been declined!”
The woman reached back for the neck of the bottle. She took another swig or five before mentioning thanking the catpitalist for the job opportunity.
“Thank you, Mister --” The woman trailed off, finding it impossible to complete the sentence. “I… I guess I don’t know your name just yet!”
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Martin P. Moneybags
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Post by Martin P. Moneybags on Sept 17, 2016 17:43:50 GMT
The guard blinked blankly as Noxa reached passed the wine glass he held, and took the actual bottle. Moneybags exhaled sharply through his nose, expressing his amusement. Surprisingly enough, she began to chug the entire bottle! It was incredible...Moneybags didn't even think that was possible. After chugging down over 3/4 of the bottle, she set it between her lap. "Strong too huh..." He exhaled a puff of smoke. "That's just what i'm lookin' for ya know!" He pointed at her, while still holding the large cigar between his index and middle finger. "I like you Noxa...but eh..." He eyed her up and down. "As much as I appreciate my woman, we're gonna need to find you a suit...you're pretty much almost---ah nevermind."
Looking at his second loyal body guard, Terrance, he snapped at the human. "Terrance! Call the Mansion! Tell them to get the tailors ready!" Terrance nodded and pulled out his phone, only to freeze. He gulped anxiously. "U-Uh boss..." Martin narrowed his eyes. "What is it...." He hissed. "W-Which Mansion sir..." Moneybags slapped his head. "Number #112 you doof! I already said that earlier!" The cat snarled.
Martin's anger was cut off however when he heard Noxa mention his cigar. "Hm..?' He blew a puff out. "So what? Mind your own business I tell ya..." He tapped the cigar a bit, letting some of the ash fall off. "As for accepting the offer, that's splendid! But of course, I already knew you were going to join. I mean, who wouldn't wanna work for me! AHAHAHA!" He began to cough after his short fit of laughter. He cleared his throat.
The cat then smirked. "And you mentioned something about leaving the bank with no Zeni huh..." Snapping his fingers, two guards pulled a brief case and extended it out two her. They snapped it open, revealing the entire case to be filled with cash. Nice, sweet, Zeni. "And there's more where that came from!" He leaned back, grinning. "The name's Martin...Martin P. Moneybags."
After some time driving, they finally arrived at the mansion. The large, golden gates began to open, letting the golden limo pass through the nice, cobblestone driveway. Moneybags sighed. "Man, if I weren't that lazy, I'd definitely pick a better spot, I feel like the lower class right now..." He rubbed his temples. "But...I guess this will suffice." The limo stopped and the cat got out the car. "Come on Noxa, the tailors are waiting for you." The group of guards all spread out to go to their stations. Terrance and Bobby however, stayed. Terrance and Bobby ran ahead of the two and opened the doors.
Inside was beautiful. There was a large chandelier hanging over head. The two stood on a sea of marble tiles that stretched across the entire floor. "Come, this way." He walked towards the elevator beside his stairs. Terrance ran up and clicked the button for Martin. Once it opened, Martin would walk in, Terrance and Bobby following. Should Noxa enter, Bobby would push a button to the 3rd floor. A few seconds passed and the doors opened. Martin walked out and headed towards a room that once again, Terrance opened. Inside stood a bunch of men and woman, all ready to check Noxa's clothing measurements to make her a suit. "Go stand on that little stool right there."
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Post by Deleted on Sept 17, 2016 21:32:21 GMT
By now Noxa had finished the entire bottle, which her crimson strands now began to twirl just over her head. All eyes were on Noxa, it seemed, which was something to be expected; she had just leaped into a limo, distributed free candy, and gotten a job offering. The empty wine bottle’s juggling sudden stopped, and the bottle fell to Noxa’s lap. The right hand that had rested at her collar bone retried it by the neck and handed it back to the guard whom she had originally swiped it from. The catman, whom Noxa would soon come to learn as ‘Martin P. Moneybags’, seemed to recognize Noxa’s strength — and it seemed to be exactly what he was looking for!
The beaming redhead gave a curt nod, acknowledging and agreeing with his comments… Albeit his comment on appreciating women was lost to Noxa entirely, as was his short-lived sentence about Noxa’s appearance. The stick that still stuck out of Noxa’s lips twirled and rotated as did the candy at its end. Whatever the comment was about, Noxa was more than happy with it; she was going to be given a suit, apparently! She had worn a suit once before, one she had stolen from some crime boss in Satan City. They were comfortable… Though Noxa hoped she didn’t have to wear shoes; her metallic carapace heels were far more comfortable!
Despite the promises of fine clothing and employment, the woman felt her mind being far more enticed by the comic display born out of Terrance’s incompetence. A snorty, nerdy chuckle found itself escaping the woman, who slowly shook her head one way then another. Poor guy — maybe he ought to pay more attention when his boss talked!
Noxa’s goofy little smirk remained even as Mr. Monybags told her to mind her own business, though once he began laughing at her almost-immediate agreement to be his employee Noxa, too began to laugh, though that ended abruptly once his coughing fit began. Well, at least it seemed she had been right about the carcinogens in his cigar! But Noxa wouldn’t bring that up again, bossman didn’t like it!
Noxa’s wacky little grin, however, was shattered instantly by a loud, sharp gasp; her jaw dropped, causing her lollipop to fall right out. Her hair, being more aware than Noxa at that time, swiftly plucked the falling treat and stuck it right back into her mouth. Her eyes widened, glistening like morning dew with what the catman did next.
“S-so much zeni!” She found herself murmuring under her breath. Noxa was awestricken by the vast amount of money that Martin’s guard had shown her. “I-I could buy like… A t-thousand lollipops!” Exclaimed the eccentric Bio Girl.
The promise of more swiftly brought Noxa’s doe-eyed stare back up to the businescat. “M-more?! Y-yes, Mr. Martin P. Moneybags, Sir! C-consider me hired!”
By the time the limo had arrived at the lavish gates Noxa had already gone through several of the candy. Every time she unwrapped a new one she’d look to every one present — including pushing herself through the window to get to the driver — and ask if they wanted any lollipops. Oddly enough she only seemed to offer the grape-flavored ones. Once they had stopped, and the bosscat had left the vehicle, Noxa followed too. Her metallic heels audibly clicked against the cobblestone as they made their way to the mansion.
It wasn’t until the little duo — along with Terrance and Bobby — entered the extravagant palace’s elevator that Noxa found herself curious as to one little thing.
“MR. Moneybags, Sir… What is a ‘tailor’?”
Once the door opened the redhead continued to follow the group. She, when instructed, stood on the little stool just as ordered. She wasn’t sure what this was all about, but she was going to play ball either way.
“I have to say, Mister Moneybags, this place is really nice — how did you manage to get so much money to buy it? Do you draw a lot of manga or something?”
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Post by Martin P. Moneybags on Sept 27, 2016 13:36:24 GMT
"A tailor is someone who makes clothes SPECIFICALLY for you." As he opened the door and instructed Noxa to stand on the stool, she obliged instantly. The tailors surrounded her instantly and began measuring her. A few tailors began measuring her 'chest' which may or may not have made Noxa feel a bit uncomfortable. OR well, more uncomfortable than she already is considering there was like 12 people surrounding her.
They all backed away leaving the room quiet. "Do you want food? I have the most expertise chefs ever...!' He walked out the room, whether Noxa followed or not. "Or we could take a break in the hot tub...or the bowling alley....or the theate---Damn it! This mansion doesn't have the theater." He grumbled angrily for a moment before continuing on. "Well whatever...what do you want to do...?" ---
(Sorry for the wait...And short response)
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Post by Deleted on Sept 29, 2016 2:47:30 GMT
Atop the tool the woman stood. The sudden influx of people didn’t seem to make her nervous in the slightest — none of them seemed to have any sort of outright dangerous appearance. More importantly, none of them seemed to send her synapses ablaze with the thread of an experienced warrior. Power levels within the room all seemed to be within the expected parameters of a normal human; or, at least, it seemed to be the case. Noxa was keenly aware that any of them could, in fact, be suppressing their skills… But that was an unlikely story. After all, why would she have been hired as a bodyguard if the tubby capitalist had any competent warriors in his crew?
The measurements taken of the vixen’s proportions hardly registered in her mind. For the most part, the woman’s innocence remained a dominating factor as to her social interactions; the doe-eyed progenitor simply waited patiently for the crew to finish their jobs. The auriferous glow of her contrasting eyes simply scanned the heads of the tailors — simply a reaction to stimuli.
She was keenly aware that the boss-man hadn’t answered her question. Noxa simply assumed he must have dabbled in some kind of shady underground business — the kind you didn’t tell anyone about. That was fine, however; the bionic redhead was, at least, capable of enough social cognition to realize that his lack of response simply meant she ought to have dropped the subject entirely, so she did.
With her boss’ withdrawal, Noxa followed suit; the woman stayed close at his heels. Her job, of course, was to be his bodyguard. Her scarlet locks undulated into the air, flowing with disregard to any other forces — be it gravity of air current. Scatterbrained as she was, the Bio Woman found herself scanning the opulent aspects of the mansion she traversed through. That wasn’t to say his words were lost to the air; despite her divided attention, Mr. Moneybags’ one-way chat was well registered.
Moneybags, with his final offer, drew the woman’s full attention; Noxa turned to him before speaking.
“Mr. Moneybags, Sir; I wouldn’t ever turn down food! Though I am new to this whole ‘job’ thing… Are there rules I need to follow?” The only rule Noxa was any good at following was that of nature, albeit the revelation of that fact was likely to hinder her payroll if anything. Naturally, she simply didn’t bring it up.
“What is my job as a bodyguard supposed to entail, exactly? I am supposed to never leave your side or something, correct? But... Wait, do I follow you into the bathroom too? The last time I did that to someone I was kicked out and told I don’t belong in the men’s room."
Her throat was cleared — she didn’t want to seem rude, so she decided to speak up before her fuzzy employer had a chance to speak up. “What is boiling? Theater? Are those all foods?” An idea seemed to speak within Noxa’s mind; her eyes grew with the sudden epiphany. “We could eat food IN the hot tub!” That last bit she was well-versed with; hot tubs were simply hot springs, but artificial. In her time Noxa had encountered a few — she was quite the fan of them, especially the ones that bubbled and smelled like flowers.
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Post by Fleece on Oct 20, 2016 7:59:20 GMT
Martin P. Moneybags you gain 1,397z! 6256+1,397= 7,653z! @noxa please post in the TTG again if you return.
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Post by Pieter Wolfbane on Nov 29, 2016 17:16:10 GMT
@noxa: 4168 power level gained. 196,736 > 200,904 (Welcome to the big leagues!)
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