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Post by Gira on Feb 1, 2017 4:32:16 GMT
Gira stopped herself from laughing out loud at Edoma taking what she said about "joke shops" literally. Luckily, Dilva took the liberty of explaining what she meant. His opinion of joke shops was different than her's though, or so it appeared. Gira enjoyed the novelty of it and you could usually find some pretty cool stuff. At least, she found some cool stuff at Mr. Acksey's. Gira looked back at Dilva when he asked for her to lead the way.
"Yeah, you bet!" Gira gave him a thumbs up before looking around to get her bearings. "Let's see... this way." Gira headed down the sidewalk at a casual jog, leading her companions east two and a half blocks until they stopped in front of a large building. Not a skyscraper, but a two story brick building with a large, animated sign of a bearded old man waving. He was wearing what one might consider "classic" wizard robes and a wizard hat, both studded with bright neon stars. Below, the sign stated "Mister Acksey's Wondrous Emporium." Below it was the store's tagline; "Where the weird and impossible become possible."
Gira grinned at the familiar sight of the sign and the baby blue double doors. "Come on, this is the place." Gira gestured for the two to follow as she went up the short steps and opened the door, stepping inside as the faint dinging of a bell signaled their presence to the elderly man at the counter. This was Mr. Acksey, Albert Acksey to be exact. His long white beard hung down to the counter in a heap where he was working on repairing one of the many toys in his shop.
Even at 87, Albert Acksey was a child at heart. This attitude was reflected in his shop. Beyond the counter was a shelf with Mr. Acksey's more expensive stock, but the main store itself was full to the brim with blue shelves housing various fake vomits, fake poops, itching powder, hand buzzers, and various other "prank" items. Other shelves were full of classic toys: dolls, action figures, model cars, planes, and other things. Finally, there was a massive rack with different kinds of costumes. There was even a section where children could play with the toys or play dress-up if they wished.
There were even more toys and joke items on the second floor where Mr. Acksey lived that the shelves simply could not fit. As the trio entered, the kindly old man adjusted his thick-framed glasses and smiled, though his smile seemed to fade for a second when he saw who she brought with her. His smile soon returned though and he greeted them.
"Oh, Gira! Its been too long, young lady. I see you brought some friends?"
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Post by Edoma on Feb 1, 2017 5:04:23 GMT
The young saiyan was taken aback from the sight. Originally, he was just going to follow Gira, “complain” to some employee that was probably just trying to work during the winter, then improvise the rest. However, there was no way Edoma could chew out such an old man, no matter how young he may have acted. Though he couldn’t help but asking to no one in particular “What on God’s Red Vegeta is he wearing?” To be fair, the teen had seen people depicted as wearing such clothing, but only in fictional novels or comics, which the teen did find some enjoyment in.
So instead of threatening the old man, he decided to let the teen, or human, or perhaps teen human in him get the better of him, and took to looking around the store in bewilderment. He found a shelf that appeared for display only, and quite the display it was. It certainly was something to behold, especially for anyone raised on Vegeta. He gave all of the fake excrements a confused sniff, making sure this wasn’t some sort of fertilizer shop. Edo then remembered why they all came in the first place, deciding he’d be the one to ask the question.
“Uh, yes sir, you wouldn’t happen to know anything about this, would you?” he pondered absentmindedly handing him the ‘Oozaru Arms” flier, far too distracted by all the strange items surrounding him. He then picked up a white cylindrical can of something called “Silly String.” He gave it a squirt, a length of pink sticky string snaking its way around the hybrid’s fingers. He jumped back in shock, trying in vain to shake the pink substance off of him, all to no avail. He then gathered himself, trying instead to peel it off with his other hand, only to now have it stuck to the other one. “Help?” he asked in a slightly worried tone, honestly having no idea what was going on, though enjoying it in all honesty, not that he was ready to admit it.
OOC: I'm just imagining this being the theme for this place for some reason, would you say it fits Gira?
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Post by Dilva on Feb 1, 2017 6:31:51 GMT
Dilva felt a sudden urge to leave and just find some other adventure to go on. It was all just so...useless! He couldn't handle it! It was simply unbearable! And he didn't even think any of it was funny! "I would love to say that I knew, but I don't. Earthlings sure do love to wear silly things..." Though to be fair, Saiyan armor was pretty weird too! Dilva made a point of not looking at any of the shelves, in an attempt to keep the bubbling rage inside of him down. He rubbed the back of his head, eyes becoming half lidded. "Humans find this sort of thing funny? I'm not sure I understand...some of it is just gross..." Annoyance was hidden in the Saiyan's voice, as his eyes settled on a particularly gaudy costume. This...may not have been the best idea, he decided in the back of his head. If his cash would go to...to...keeping THIS place open, he was reconsidering even buying a pair of Oozaru arms again.
He made a mental note not to touch anything, in-case it rubbed off on him, and made what shoddy gadgets he could make without supplies even WORSE. "So...you come here often do you, Gira? Do you usually purchase things?" Dilva asked, finally. "I'll admit what we're looking for could be stocked in here, so I AM glad you suggested it, but if I must be honest, I see LESS of a point to most of these things than I did back at the other Joke Shop. Do humans typically find something to do with it all? If so, they're even more resourceful than I initially thought...I'll have to add that into my notes..." Dilva noted, with a frown.
And then Dilva blinked wildly. "A net in a can? Interesting. THAT could have some sort of use...of course, if it's actually worth anything, it'll be unbreakable by most sources...available to humans." Dilva shrugged. "Though, maybe it's some sort of anti-theft system? Odd. You touching it seemed to set it off. I see no way to remove it, sadly. You are probably stuck that way." Dilva lied. He was sure there was SOME way to remove it easily, but this way was more amusing.
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Post by Gira on Feb 1, 2017 7:23:48 GMT
[[OOC] Yeah, that's basically spot on. xD Also, love that game.]]
Gira nodded as Dilva asked if she came here often. "Not really to buy much. I have purchased some gifts for my little cousins and my friends before. Mr Ackley has a good eye for quality. Most of my time here is spent making sure no one causes any trouble. I fear a lot of people might take advantage of a kind old man like him and... well, I kind of owe him."
Mr. Ackley laughed heartily as Edoma had his encounter with the silly string and Dilva told him that in all likelihood, he would be stuck that way for good. "Oh no, my dear boy. A bit of water will get that off. Unfortunately, my store doesn't have a bathroom. I do have these wet wipes though. They should help." From under the counter, the old "wizard" procured a plastic box full of wet, cloth-like wipes. "There you are, son. No charge." He joked. With that, he adjusted his glasses again and got a good look at the flier. Once he saw the name of the product, his amused look turned to one of disgust.
"Oh yes, I have these things. Garbage if you ask me. I ordered them last week because they were pretty popular, but I always test everything I sell, you see, so imagine my anger when I open a box of these to find that they are made of nothing but cheap balloons and plastic. Completely unconvincing. I will not sell such a shoddy product in my store. Twenty boxes, all worthless." He finally set his screwdriver aside and peeled off his wizard hat and robes to reveal a tan vest and white shirt with tan slacks underneath.
Now that the trio could see his hair, they would notice he went bald long ago, very short, white hair only remaining on the sides and back of his head. "They don't make toys like when I was a kid." The old man mumbled as he reached under the counter again to pull out an antique wooden pipe. The old man lit it and puffed a few times before continuing.
"Anywho, if you're looking to buy one, i'm afraid I can't sell them to you. However, i'd be perfectly willing to give three of them away if you kids would do an old man a favor." Not waiting for a response, he gave them his proposition. "It's this goshdarn toy." He gestured down towards the toy he was working on. It seemed like a toy soldier, but much more like a robot than a toy, judging by the intricate circuitry inside. It was clearly made by the Capsule Corporation, seeing as how their logo was proudly displayed on the toy's foot.
"It appears to need a new personality chip. The old one broke when it... never mind that. Anyway, I ordered a new one from Capsule Corporation, but they haven't gotten back to me on its progress. If you children would do me the kindness of checking in and picking up my chip for me, I would gladly reward you with a pair of these... Oozaru Arms, as well as an item of your choice from my shelves over there." Mr. Ackley pointed to the main part of the shop, where most of the products were.
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Post by Edoma on Feb 1, 2017 17:48:05 GMT
((It is a great game))
“Forever?! You mean I’ve been taken down by some ancient looking human?” Edo cried, referring to the ‘net’ stuck to his hand. This elicited a laugh from the store owner, as he offered the teen some ‘wet wipes.’ Now, Edoma didn’t know what wet wipes wet, especially since up north they were called towelettes, leaving the saiyan highly suspicious. He gingerly took the offering, pulling out one of the wipes, nearly jumping back, only to realize that wet wipes were in fact the same thing as towelettes. The elderly man then told the group of his plight with his new toy, as well as his opinion of the Oozaru Arms.
“Glad to see a human with some common sense.” He noted, in reference to the arms being called garbage. This honestly did put the shop and the old man, a little higher in Edoma’s standings. Even if the shop didn’t entirely appeal to himself, he could see this was top quality for what it was. The old man then shared his proposition, help him, and get oozaru arms and a free item of their choosing. The young saiyan already knew what he wanted, you could say he became quite attached to the pink strings. “I don’t see why not, can’t hurt.” He replied to the offer. Even he knew what capsule corporation was, as he’d seen the brand pretty much everywhere, even other planets.
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Post by Dilva on Feb 2, 2017 1:56:29 GMT
Dilva fought back the urge to suddenly jump in and offer to make a new chip himself. The only reason why he didn't was due to the fact he hadn't tested the one he already made. And he he had a thing about not making homicidal A.I.s, and an untested chip could EASILY lead to a random adventure like that! Probably full of explosions, and high speed chases. It was a good thing Dilva knew better though! He wasn't going to do something that stupid!...ha...Dilva tilted his head. "Interesting...so all we have to do is go pick up the personality chip?...What happened to the one it came with? Was it defective or was there an incident?" Dilva frowned. He knew OF Capsule Corp, they made a lot of very, very useful equipment! None of which he personally used. He had his own tools, and he happened to be very, very attached to them.
"Hmm...I'll have to make my nets immune to water...or make water counter-productive...this could be tricky..." Dilva muttered, adjusting his glasses a little. At least something in the shop had given him an arguably useful idea. His devotion to not being a direct fighter was going to be tricky, but at least Earth was full of inspiration. "I will assist in obtaining the personality chip...and I am impressed that at least some people here can tell how useless these things are." Dilva was actually happy, he could get the arms AND new parts! Win-Win!...and both wins were for him, for once! And...he could also pick a piece of useless garbage off of one of the shelves. That was cool, he supposed. He wasn't sure if he would actually keep it, but hey. Kindness was kindness, and that was something Dilva hadn't really experienced much of. He'd have to remember being more 'polite' towards humans could have perks...not that it would stop him being an asshole 99% of the time.
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Post by Gira on Feb 3, 2017 5:53:49 GMT
Gira looked at the other two before giving the old man a smile and a nod. "That could be fun. Count me in." Mr. Acksey seemed overjoyed that the three of them agreed to help. The old man held his pipe in his right hand as he spoke.
"Wonderful. I knew you two were dependable the second you walked through the door. Of course, that goes for you as well, my dear. But you've already proven your capability to me." He said to Gira, eliciting a nervous giggle from the half-Saiyan.
"Thanks Mr. Acksey." She scratched the back of her head sheepishly. She wasn't aware that the old man had that much confidence in her. Mr. Acksey seemed a little nervous when Dilva asked what happened to the old personality chip, but he still replied. It wasn't as though he did anything awful, it was just a tad bit sad for him to recount the details.
"Well, that's a very long story, but to make it brief, my grandson was playing with it yesterday and, well... he played a little too rough. The trauma wasn't just to its casing, however. It appeared the personality chip was affected the most. The poor thing went haywire, so I was forced to shut it down." He looked down at the toy with a hint of pity. It was just wires, springs, and metal, sure, but before it was in this state, it must have acted human. Perhaps Mr. Acksey got a little attached?
Gira looked at her watch as they spoke. A nervous habit on days like this. "Well, we'll go get your chip, Mr. Acksey. We'll be back in two shakes." Gira turned to her companions. "You guys ready to go?"
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Post by Edoma on Feb 4, 2017 0:19:59 GMT
Edoma had to admit, useful or not, this toy sounded like a lot of fun. He got to thinking that perhaps this toy could be useful for saiyan children as well, only make them a bit more fightable. Obviously if a small human child could break it, there was no one it could withstand a saiyan toddler. Still even then the whole idea for the toy just sounded interesting. As such, the young hybrid had a newfound vigor.
“I’m ready whenever you guys are.” He announced, perhaps a little too excitedly. The teen looked over at Dilva, waiting for his response, judging from what he’d seen of him in the past hour or so, Edo was honestly surprised he was going along with this as much as he was.
Sorry for the short post, I had a long day and am ded
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Post by Dilva on Feb 4, 2017 1:11:24 GMT
"I see..." Too bad he wouldn't even know where to start with repairing a chip. Programming was fickle, and Capsule Corp likely used a different set up than he did. Attempting any sort of fix could make the problem worse. No, it was just better to go and get a replacement, instead of screwing around with it. He shook his head, and shrugged. "I am ready to leave. I don't really have anything else to do today. Though, we will have to hurry. The longer we're out, the more chance of something...unlucky...happening." When it came to the moon, one could never be too careful. A single slip up, and there went the rest of your night! And possibly surrounding areas too. And being sent on a...fetch quest, he had heard it been called, only made time more and more of the essence.
He tilted his head at Edoma. "I assume you're surprised I'm going with? While normally I suppose I would opt out, technology is my interest. I would like to see how the thing works with the personality chip installed. And also, there's a reward involved. That part is very important too." Dilva admitted. A reward was a reward, even if it was a set of crappy inflatable arms, that he wasn't even sure he really wanted anymore. Flexing in front of a mirror for five minutes probably wasn't worth the somewhat absurd price of the damn things.
"If there are no objections, I suggest we 'get a move on'. Time isn't a luxury for us...at least not today, and I would like to get this errand done quickly." He admitted, with a frown, switching his glasses to their scouter mode to check the time. "If we fly...it shouldn't take too long...assuming you two can. Admittedly, I have met quite a few Saiyans who never mastered that one. It is amusing to watch them try, however."
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Post by Gira on Feb 4, 2017 23:57:28 GMT
Gira was beginning to think of a possible route they could take to make the most of their time when Dilva proposed the seemingly obvious solution; fly. Gira immediately got nervous at the mention of it. She could fly, of course, but she was told never to do so. "To everyone else, you need to look like a normal girl." That was what her mom told her.
Turns out, normal girls don't fly. She found that out the hard way when she sneaked out one night to take Kaci flying when they were twelve. She remembered how furious their mothers were. Mainly at Kaci. She was two months older than Gira, so that made her the de facto big sister in the absence of an actual sister. Gira remembered how bad she felt when Kaci was scolded for her screw-up. They never flew together again after that, and breaking her mother's rules became a much bigger deal for her.
"Um... I, uh..." She struggled with what to say. This was an emergency though. They had to get indoors before the moon came out. The only way to feasibly do that was to fly. With that flimsy justification, she nodded to Dilva. "Yeah, I can fly. That's an easy one." She put on a confident grin. "What about you, Edo?" The half-Saiyan pulled her jacket further around her to hide her tail better as she prepared to fly, hoping her mother wouldn't hear anything about it.
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Post by Edoma on Feb 7, 2017 4:33:36 GMT
The hybrid teenager could see Gira’s tentative nature towards her apparent flying ability. He even went as far as to misinterpret literally everything that happened as she answered the question at hand. Her trepidation in saying yes made Edo a little suspicious, and he later found his suspicions “confirmed,” or so he thought, when she asked the teen if he could fly. If that didn’t “prove,” even though it didn’t, his train of thought, he nervous shifting, had convinced him she was completely unable to fly whatsoever. Now of course Edoma had no idea this was absolutely not the case, however he wouldn’t be convinced until she hovered in the air.
That being said, the teen wasn’t looking for proof, in fact he decided to go a more sympathetic route. “No need to get embarrassed, some people are just late flyers, though I’ve never met anyone THIS late,” he said in an effort to sound understanding. “Hell, I was still chasing after some of the other saiyan children that were half my age before I could fly.” The hybrid really hoped he came off as compassionate, however being from Vegeta, compassion could easily sound like belittling. “If you want, I could ca-“ his completely unneeded soothing halted, as he caught himself halfway through his thought process. Was Edoma about to offer to carry her? He froze, his human half apparently kicking himself for almost saying something so stupid.
He already learned back up north in Valley Village that a lot of people living on this planet somehow saw being flown around in someone’s arms as apparently romantic, which made no sense to Edo, but neither did this planet to be fair. Eaither way, the encounter in which he learned this one, ended poorly, mostly with the earth police trying to arrest the poor misunderstood teen. He cleared his throat loudly, “Yes I can fly, of course I can fly, what saiyan can’t fly, come on let’s fly.” Smooth Edo, was all he could think. He had no intentions of being sent to human jail again, nor having his intentions be misconstrued by the group, himself included somehow.
Sorry the post took so long, bit of a rough weekend, hopefully a long(ish) post will make up for that, with a bit of (hopefully) humor
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Post by Dilva on Feb 7, 2017 7:44:48 GMT
"...If there's going to be a problem with flying there, now would be the time to mention it. I suppose actually DOING the errand could wait for tomorrow, if it's going to pose an issue for us? I don't care either way. Though you may want to clear it with the Shop Owner first. That or you could just wait here while we go pick it up. However you want to do this, decide quickly. Like I said, we don't have very much time at all. The moon will rise soon, and then I don't think there'll be much of a joke shop TO return to after the errand is complete." He made a mental note that being able to control the ape would be useful...if only to avoid this sort of issue in the future. Being on a time limit like that was starting to get more annoying than he thought it would be. Especially since it had never been an issue for him before now.
"I truly don't wish to sound rude, but indecision is our enemy. If you're sure you can fly, then we had better get going...unlike our...friend...I don't disbelieve you, but I DO think you have some reason for not being very eager to fly. If it's trauma related, I am not nearly experienced enough with therapy to try and work you through it." Dilva admitted. "I CAN listen to you talk and repeatedly ask how that makes you feel, however, if that would be of any help. Though I doubt it. His tail swished impatiently, and he had a small frown on his face...he was eager to get moving.
"Another option is simply that we walk, and don't look up if the moon happens to rise while we're out. So long as none of us look at it, we SHOULD be perfectly fine. Though Earth television has lead me to believe that most of the time, if a plan revolves around not doing one certain thing, that thing will happen. Usually through a 'comedic' accident."
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Post by Gira on Feb 8, 2017 16:28:41 GMT
Gira laughed nervously. "No, no, it's fine! I can fly. It's not a big deal. I'm just not supposed to is all. My mom, she... would prefer it if I never used my abilities." Thankfully, it didn't seem that Gira heard Edoma almost offer to carry her. No one could be sure exactly how she would react to that. Gira wasn't always the best in matters of romance. She didn't really have any experience in those things. She was always busy with one thing or another, so there wasn't much room for a boyfriend in her life.
"But yeah, we should just get this errand over with. I have school tomorrow." With a smile and a deep breath, Gira began to levitate off the ground, slowly increasing her altitude until she was above the buildings. She would wait for her companions before giving them a nod before zooming off towards the Capsule Corporation HQ. Flying cut their travel time down immensely, so they got there in just a couple of minutes Gira picked a nice spot to land and did so. She looked around to make sure no one saw her. Thankfully, there weren't that many people around outside.
Gira looked at the building in awe. It was huge and technologically impressive. She always heard that Capsule Corporation was the biggest and richest company on the planet, but she never really bothered to come here herself before. It definitely exceeded her expectations. "Man, what a place..." Gira whispered as she looked around. She looked over at Edoma and Dilva. "Have you guys ever been here before?"
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Post by Edoma on Feb 11, 2017 15:17:30 GMT
Edoma took a deep sigh of relief, mostly glad he wasn’t having earth police come after him again for “harassment.” He was also glad to see Gira was in fact capable of flight, which regardless of almost misinterpreted offers to help, made life ten times easier.
The teen landed next to Gira, taking in the large area labeled Capsule Corp. It certainly was a site to behold, some tech that Edoma had never even seen before, which actually made him consider how worthwhile the human race really was if they could make things like this. He then heard Gira’s inquiry. “No, I didn’t even realize humans could make something so, so,” he didn’t know how to describe it, though it was mainly because he didn’t want to compliment humans too much.
“So what exactly are we looking for again?” he asked after struggling for his words. He knew basically what it was, just not what it looked like or how they would know when they even found it.
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Post by Dilva on Feb 17, 2017 0:09:47 GMT
"No, I've never been here before. Never had much interest. They make technology, but personally, I've never used any of it. I have my own way of doing things, and I LIKE it my way." Dilva shrugged. He had pride in his own tech, after all, even if most of them were just silly things he made while bored. "Not that what they make couldn't be useful, I just don't care. I'll use my things, or nothing. And Nothing just...isn't an option." He sighed a little, rubbing the back of his head.
"We're looking for a personality chip. There's probably a specific place where we could get a new one. It'll be small enough to fit in the toy. Probably square, with a capsule corp logo. The love putting their sign on everything. It could also be green, but I don't know." He shoved his hands in his pocket. This was an easy errand, so obviously SOMETHING was going to make it difficult...things tended to on Earth, he noticed...still, he wasn't sure how something like this could become dangerous, at all. It seemed so...simple.
"We could also just...ask someone who works here? That seems like the easiest way to just find it, and get out. Reaching our destination won't stop us being on a time limit. Next we need to return to point A, which hopefully will not take too long."
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