#921
Archived
Transferred PL to Jurojin
PL: 0
Overdrive (x3)
Zeni: 2,740
Tag: @membrano
OOC Name: #921
Posts: 150
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Post by #921 on Nov 30, 2016 2:35:51 GMT
CURRENT POWER LEVEL: 6033 PL MULTIPLIERS: None
GAIN BONUSES: None TAGS:@noxa OOC NOTES: Hopefully nobody ruins the peaceful evening
KEY "#921's Dialogue"
Funtimes on the Beach
#921 rode on his motorcycle through the streets of South City, looking around as he did. It was the first time he had been in, and it was wonderful. New sounds, new faces, the tone was completely different than West City. West City was a hub of trade and technology, with the focus being on work, and building, but here, everything was made to help people relax. From the trees to the countless number of movie theatres and bars, to even the people, everything here was more upbeat. The cyborg drove over towards the beach, interested to see what it was. He stopped his motorcycle nearby, going out near the water and looking around. Everyone here was having fun, enjoying themselves. He walked over to a small hut set up to look like it was made by natives and ordered himself a drink. The cyborg found an empty spot and went over to sit by it with his drink, sipping it as he did. This city was excellent, #921 had a feeling he would have a wonderful time here.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 2, 2016 19:53:06 GMT
Power Level: 220,211 Resonance: 2,422,321 / 2,642,532 Ki Setting: 15,000
Being so close to the sea side, South Capitol was often considered a vacation hangout. Naturally, some parts of the metropolis reflected this more than others.This particular area of the city, being seaside, naturally did its best to embody the tropical feel that many of the vacationing men and women sought out.
The bar the cyborg walked in was one of said business striving to bring in the right customer base. The hut had a rather nice beach view, with plenty of activity despite it being relatively early in a weekday. Plenty of the outside tables had members, and the bar itself was almost completely full of members.
There were only a handful of available seats, and one of said stools were besides a woman with vividly saturated red hair, which flowed freely down her back — and if one were to pay attention long enough they’d see it move and writhe, despite the lack of a breeze indoors. Two long meshes of hair escaped the top of her head; they twitched as the cyborg had taken his seat besides her. The antennae tasted the air, they could tell that a being had just seated besides Noxa, who was currently hunched over as she twirled the straw of a creamy white cocktail. However, there was a distinct lack of ki signature from the visitor. It was this contrast of stimuli that caused Noxa to turn around — or, rather, peek over her shoulder.
She attempted to take in the newcomer's features, a feat that her antennae alone couldn’t do. The most obvious aspect of his being was the blatant mixture of electronics with what she assumed was biomass — maybe his own flesh. Maybe, at one point, he was a biological being much like Carva. However, the biggest red flag from the android was the fact he wasn’t in vacation clothes — like every single customer present, including most of the waiting staff.
That was a red flag also planted on Noxa.
If this newcomer took a look at Noxa, he’d see that behind the sharp collar from her robes there were a pair of inhumane eyes staring at him. Her sclera black; her irises a highly saturated, glowing yellow.She clearly wasn’t human; she also clearly wasn’t an android, as there was definitely a ki signature emanating from the amazon. It felt like a grotesquely unnatural mix of three different species — which he may or may not have been able to recognize as Namekian, Heran, and the ever-elusive Ankoku. None of those species were interbredable.
“You don’t look like a vacationing businessman.” Noxa found herself muttering beneath her breath — one could even assume it was to herself, as her high collar also obstructed her speech. However, it was more than audible to the android who sat beside her; and considering her eyes were scrutinizing his face, beyond obvious he was who she was speaking to.
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#921
Archived
Transferred PL to Jurojin
PL: 0
Overdrive (x3)
Zeni: 2,740
Tag: @membrano
OOC Name: #921
Posts: 150
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Post by #921 on Dec 7, 2016 2:51:24 GMT
CURRENT POWER LEVEL: 6033 PL MULTIPLIERS: None
GAIN BONUSES: None TAGS:@noxa OOC NOTES: Sorry for the short post
KEY "#921's Dialogue"
Funtimes on the Beach
#921's scouter picked up on Noxa before he sat down, her battle power being immensely stronger than everyone else, a total of 15000. As he sat down he noticed her hair rithe and change in shape, and noticed that she was clearly not human. She muttered under her breath about him not being the type to be around here normally. "You're not the type of person I'd expect around here either." He said, looking at her long crimson hair. This was clearly no human, that was sure.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 8, 2016 1:19:50 GMT
“Well,” Noxa began, “You’re not wrong.”
The woman reached out, taking hold of a heavily condensed glass containing a rather clear liquid with a hint of orange. It had a rather strong smell of alcohol wafting up from it.
“But you’re also not right — I am a businesswoman.” She said, “I run a shop off of Satan City with a work partner and a few freelancers. We do some relatively weird stuff…” She mumbled, “But overall I think it keeps me within the business line of things.” Her eyes widened, “Oh! But don’t worry,” She assured him, “I’m not trying to discriminate on ya or run you off the bar. I’m just wondering what a biker would be doing here. It’s not the kind of atmosphere I’d imagine someone on your kind of hobby would enjoy.”
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Post by Pieter Wolfbane on Dec 21, 2016 8:40:50 GMT
@noxa: 636 power level. 253,593 > 254,229 #921: 239 zeni. 2531 > 2,770
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