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Post by Cushaw on May 1, 2017 17:58:31 GMT
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Cushaw stared at Alaistair and let out a low whistle. So that wasn't some kind optical illusion! The man really had split himself into two identical copies. Halving his battle power in the process, but still. The potential applications seemed limitless. "Dang. I can see how that'd come in useful. How many times can you actually split? Like, could you have up to a hundred of you walking around the place or is that just ridiculous?"
She let Alaistair lead her across the Loft and into the restaurant area, a far classier affair than she was rightly used to. After a brief exchange between Alaistair and an official-looking man, she was handed a menu to peruse. Cushaw stared down at the laminated pages. It was kind of quaint, in a ticklesome way, compared to the interactice display screens she was more used to. She wondered where Alaistair had dug this primitive tech up from
It took her a couple of tries to work out how to turn a page, gripping the corner carefully between calloused thumb and forefinger. Cushaw tried as best she could to read through the menu, sidestepping passers-by all the way. Most of the dishes on this thing she hadn't even heard of. The ones she did know of she'd never even dreamed of tasting. All of a sudden, she was awash amidst a sea of possibilities, all richer than her blood was used to.
Eventually, she looked up long enough to realise she'd been led to a sort of booth. Blinking in bemusement, Cushaw took in the sliding bamboo-shoot door and the bohemian decoration. "Man. I haven't been here before. This is some real lux shit. Is this the kinda standard you're tryina build the rest of the Loft up to?" She stared in some confusion at Alaistair's gesture. She wasn't used to being talked to like that, either. "Madam? What's all that about? Still, if you're lettin' me go first, I won't say no."
Cushaw stepped inside the booth, glancing around uneasily. It was starting to dawn on her that she was about to find herself in a small, enclosed space once again. She remembered how well that had gone for her the last time. Unwilling to admit the reason for her unease to Alaistair, though, she coughed and tried to make up an excuse. "Uuuh. Gotta admit, I don't feel too great about dinin' in high style like this, when there's lil' kids scrabblin' for scraps not a stone's throw away."
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Post by Alaistair on May 1, 2017 19:45:31 GMT
The title he gave Cushaw made her uncomfortable. Alaistair slid in right after her, hearing her plight about the food, but the other questions she had were substantial! "That's quite a few questions you have," he responded with a smile, as he slid on to the other side of the booth and closed the door with his tail. He put his menu on the table and continued, "I'll answer them in the order you gave them! The Multi-Form isn't that useful beyond the number of 4. Granted, I could probably do that, but they'd be as weak as a commoner. As for the rest of the Loft, I intend it to be able to have great food, rooms to relax in, a casino to gamble for higher numbers, and sooooo much more that even the commoner with one zeni to their name can become as rich as me, if their luck is so great! As for those kids that you think are getting just scraps, you're actually quite wrong there. Around the clock, fresh food has been getting brought here, cooked, and served to all sorts of people here! The food we're about to have from the menu's just gonna be a returned pace to things we love serving at the Loft as much as the chili stew and the bread cooked and served to all."Alaistair picked the menu back up, looking through the laminated pages numbering 10 total. He'd go to the page where there'd be a collection of hor'dourves that mostly consisted of recipes from the Earth. "So tell me about yourself, Cushaw," Alaistair would ask, the other Alaistair coming over to them and opening the door after knocking, a small and squeezable bottle put on the table in front of Cushaw. In addition, he also put down 2 coffee cups on very small plates and a tiny tin pitcher of milk before leaving the seated Alaistair and she be. The seated Alaistair poured the milk into one cup and stirred it up with a metal spoon, while looking up to her while waiting for her response. ( Cushaw) |
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Post by Cushaw on May 2, 2017 18:32:24 GMT
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Cushaw tried to do some quick mental math, and gave up. Of course it made sense that if Alaistair split into one hundred clones, his power would be split evenly between them, rendering it pointless in a real fight. However, she couldn't help but ponder. "Sure. But outta combat it'd mean you could have eyes all over the place and they'd all be yours. Plus you'd pretty much have an instant workforce at your disposal. Don't need a power level in the thousands to lift. Even puny double digits manage that."
As the bamboo doors closed behind her and she took a seat at the table, Cushaw found herself doing a tricky balancing act, talking to Alaistair on the one hand and talking to herself on the other. Keep it cool. This is fine. This isn't some dank, dark mine with dust constantly clogging up your lungs, nor a cramped bucket of a space-pod chugging along through space. Look, you can stretch your arms and legs. You'll be fine.
She forced herself not to think of the tiny box of space they were currently enclosed in, and focus instead on Alaistair's explanation of what he planned for the Loft. The mention of a casino definitely perked up a little bit. Cushaw was an enthusiastic, if erratic gambler. Card games and idle betting had been a common pastime during the dead hours of guard duty back on Kabocha, or any other military engagement that had featured long stretches of doing nothing at all. However, the games had only served to keep her purse light.
"Sounds like an ambitious undertaking," she ventured at one point. "Fair dos. Hope it all pans out. Seems like it'll bring a bit of life back into this place." If Alaistair's scheme did come to fruition, the future version of the Loft would probably wind up attracting some interplanetary commerce, which Konats looked like it could use a good deal of right now.
What else might it attract, though?
She was spared from this thought by the return of the second Alaistair, who set down a couple of cups and a pitcher of milk, among other things which Cushaw recognised as implements for preparing coffee. Some kind of Earth beverage, she knew, and one she wasn't fond of. Unconsciously, she wrinkled her nose, even as she perused the menu. "No thanks. Can't stand the stuff. Uh, this 'nachos' thing on the menu here? That sounds good, I'll take some of that."
She looked up again, blinking, when Alaistair asked her to tell him about herself. Her eyes narrowed a fraction. What was the red man playing at? But she shrugged, and said: "What's to tell? I already gave Plato the recap on how I got here and why I'm not best buds with the Empire. I'm what I appear to be. No more, no less." Which was more than could be said for damn near everyone she'd met since coming here.
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Post by Alaistair on May 2, 2017 20:17:49 GMT
"Aye, it is ambitious, and a very close and real thing too," Alaistair retorted, pulling her coffee cup over to himself a pouring it into the two that milk in the tin when she made it paramount about the coffee not to her liking, "I'm just waiting for the investment to carry through, so that the workers on the planet here can get a move on to putting in the actual parts... And the nachos are delightful! You know those triangular corn chips that you might see from Earth? The nachos, how it's done here, is you get a mountain of chips with ground beef, chicken, tuna, a combination of 2 of the 3 meats or all together, along with sour cream on the side, 3 different cheeses shredded on top of the hot chips and meat, diced spring onion, tomato..."He stopped himself, realizing he was rambling, deciding to wrap it up with a simple, "It's tasty and appetizing, but it's certainly not filling. Do you want that?"Cushaw blinked at him and his question about talking about herself, a leer first coming out before a shrug was given. She must've thought Alaistair was suspicious of her, the Devil smiling and moving the cups to lean forward on the table with his forearms to give Cushaw his full attention. "I'd rather learn about you from you instead of the King! Pretty sure you noticed: He's a bit difficult to talk to," Alaistair insisted, whispering about Plato's difficulty to being talked to, before returning his normal tone of voice, "Antisocial Kings aside, tell me a little bit about your life! For starters, I can tell ya a little bit about me. So, this place you're in, the Cherry Valley Loft, was actually a very old, dirty and dank building in the Western Capital for like... 500 or so years! I had been living on the planet for a little while, trying to figure out how to get about my own personal plans in life going, and after some failures, I decided to buy this place up from the original owners... It was a bit more of a hostile takeover, but they'd been trying to trick me outta my life, so it was deserved! Now, they still work here, actually. The woman who's the main cook, that craggy looking man that gave us the menus, and then there's the dumbass redheaded guy that was going around serving people and taking dishes away that ya saw! The woman and the old man didn't give a damn, as they wanted to work doing what they like in this building, but the waiter guy was technically the full owner of this place... That's the little bit of history about the Cherry Valley Loft and myself! What about you, now?"( Cushaw)
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Post by Cushaw on May 3, 2017 13:38:15 GMT
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Ground beef? Chicken? Tuna? A mountain of the stuff? Cushaw very nearly wound up drooling in her own lap at the thought of the feast Alaistair was describing. Yet at the end of it all, he seemed to conclude that while it was appetizing enough, it wasn't filling. Cushaw's brows knitted. Damn. That was no good. She wanted something substantial, not something that would leave her wanting more afterwards.
"Nuh. I'll take something a tad chunkier instead. This roast pork loin looks good, I'll have that instead. Maybe I'll try the nachos sometime when I'm looking to have a light snack."
When Alaistair leant against the table, Cushaw leant instinctively backwards just a tad. It was barely noticeable. Still, she wasn't surprised to hear that Plato hadn't shared her background with the rest of the bigwigs around here. He seemed the taciturn sort. Plus, the particular of some low-class off-worlder weren't exactly the concern of a high-falutin' ambassador. As if to encourage her to tell more, Alaistair took it upon himself to provide some more information about himself.
Which wasn't a lot, come to think of it. "Interesting enough," Cushaw replied carefully. "Though I reckon I just heard a whole lot more about the Cherry Valley Loft than anythin' really havin' to do with you." She eyed Alaistair in silence for a moment or two, then shrugged. Might as well kill some time until the grub got here.
"I guess, if you insist. Like I told Plato, if you know anythin' about Kabochans, you know we're pretty much Saiyan Empire muscle." Cushaw scowled at the tablecloth. "Most of us are just grunts and breeding stock, content to be that and little else. I was like that too, not so long ago. All's I hoped to do with my life was cruise my way into some kinda promotion and finish my days in luxury."
"Anyway, the Kabochans who didn't think that was all there was to life got together and tried to enact a coup to take back the planet. I got sucked into it along the way. We lost, bigtime. And y'know what? Our own people spat in our faces and called us scum." It didn't get any easier to tell, no matter how many times she did it. "The ringleaders got shipped off to Space Prison Knutts. Me and the rest of the grunts got taken to Shikk. We were gonna spend the rest of our lives down in the mines. Dunno how long I was down there. Coulda been six months, a year, two years. Felt like eternity."
"Eventually, this Brenchian, Origan, she comes up with an escape plan. Took months to put into motion. All hell broke loose on the night of the breakout. I'm the only one I know for sure got away, and I got a blaster wound in the side for my pains. You saw that yourself. I managed to make it to Turrip Town's slums, killed a junkman, stole a broken-down piece-of-shit space pod with no working environmental systems or stasis, and programmed it for Konats. Twenty-four hours later I hit the stratosphere and nearly got deep-fried before the pod slammed into the planet's crust. The rest you know."
Cushaw leaned back, eyebrow cocked as she awaited Alaistair's commentary.
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Post by Alaistair on May 3, 2017 21:58:54 GMT
"Really," Alaistair stated, leaning back with a surprised frown, "I was sure you'd probably get a bit of an idea about me there, but... Well, no, you're right, that wasn't really direct."Cushaw decided to get to talking her story after letting the silence linger, Alaistair smiling and guzzling down the one cup of coffee like it were water! Her order for a roast pork loin went through to his other self, who'd been getting to work on it, while also preparing the Nacho appetizer. The story of the Kabochan was about how she got here, where she'd been before, and how she got there to begin with! Rebels on Kabocha decided to rebel against the SSE and she was sucked into it, having preferred to just be a guard and get her money's worth to live on for the rest of her days. It wasn't too different from Kizuki's or Vennel's stories, with their end results, but their beginnings were greatly different! She explained that she escaped Shikk's mines, losing friends in that and getting the wound she had to her kidney before getting a battered up ship pod and rocketing off all the way to Konats. The story, from there, was basically known. Alaistair sipped the other cup lightly, while his other self, after a few minutes of cooking, brought forward the mountain of Tuna, Beef, Chicken, and Nacho chips dripping with the 3 cheese blend melted on top and sour cream on the side. "That's a very harsh story," Alaistair retorted, shifting the yard-high stack of food down the table, the other closing their booth door. He grabbed a chip with a lot of tuna on it with little cheese, while stating quickly to her, "Also, don't worry about the cost of this. I'm the owner, so I'm able to let this slide, as well as the pork loin coming out! Feel free to dig in!"[/color] He munched on the chip and fish with a smile, the food so juicy and salty! "So, you mentioned yourself being a grunt, or rather I should say a soldier. Did you and any of the other soldiers do stuff while not fighting or on guard shift or whatever other job the SSE had ya doin'? There's no way they simply kept you workin' your ass nonstop! Otherwise, I very much doubt, for one, that ya'd be as toned as you are," he asked, complimenting her form in the process. ( Cushaw)
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Post by Cushaw on May 4, 2017 13:20:07 GMT
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Cushaw frowned. Alaistair actually seemed surprised by her underwhelming reaction to his story. "Not really. All I got from that was that you're a businessman, not just a smooth-talker and a fighter who can keep up with Plato. And I knew that much just based from what I'd seen before you even told me that tale."
Alaistair had the tact not to interrupt Cushaw as she told her tale. He spoke again only after she'd finished, commenting on how harsh her experiences sounded. The Kabochan pulled a wry smile. "Ya think the story's harsh? Try living it." But her mood was swiftly improved by the unbidden arrival of a true mountain of nachos, followed by Alaistair's assurance that she could have the appetizer and the pork loin too. Cushaw's jaw nearly hit her lap. "Holy crap, I gets two courses? This place is lux."
She dug into the dish immediately, shoveling crisps loaded with sour cream and ground meat into her mouth and chewing them down with audible enthusiasm. Then, all of a sudden, she stopped in her tracks, corn-coloured crumbs tumbling from her chin. "Hold up, though. I mean, no offense or anythin'. Even under Saiyan rule, us Kabochans haven't forgotten what hospitality's all about. So I'm thankful for all this generosity you've been showin' me, and I appreciate the goodwill. But I ain't a freeloader and I'm not gonna pig out on someone else's card. I don't want no more freebies offa you after I'm done with this."
Cushaw wiped her mouth on the back of her hand. "I got some money on me. Picked it outta the pockets of that junkyard owner I killed on Shikk. Earned it the old-fashioned way, you could say. If I stick around here for a while, I'll earn my keep as I go, somehow." With all that said, though, she went right back to inhaling the nachos. Alaistair had been right. They were delicious, but the more she ate, the hungrier it made her.
She had to pause and let out a chuckle at one of his comments, though. "Really? You figure a regular schedule of working and fighting wouldn't help me get toned? Last I checked, battle was an all-body exercise. I might not exactly be a war vet, but I've seen a slice of action here and there. Sure, we found ways to kill time in between jobs. Gambling was favourite, all soldiers gamble. Drinking, too." Cushaw's brow furrowed. "Come to think of it, we're pretty boring people. Huh. Whoda thunk."
Cushaw swallowed down a mouthful, suddenly serious again. "Also, us Kabochans are naturally buff. That's our big problem. Fighting comes real easy to us, so we got this whole culture of complacency thing going on, which is why we let the Saiyans or the Arcosians, or whoever happens to be on top of the galactic food chain, walk all over us and tell us what to do. Things are simpler that way. Kabochans don't like thinkin' long term about things, or goin' to great efforts. And we're encouraged not to. I learned that durin' the rebellion." Her gaze wandered above Alaistair's horned head, fixing on nothing in particular as she pondered. "Makes me wonder what we'd be capable of if we actually tried. Guess that's what I wanna find out about myself."
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Post by Alaistair on May 4, 2017 20:21:09 GMT
"You say boring, I say simply ground a bit too far in reality," Alaistair spoke up after her comment about being boring, "You just need to realize you can move around a little bit now that you got your freedom. Live life a little more!"Cushaw's eyes wandered above Alaistair's horns, the Devil wondering if she were looking at them. However, she spoke up about how they were taught to reach far and how that rebellion she was dragged into was reinforcing it. Although, she expressed interest in what her people could do if they were able to put their minds to it! "Hey, that sounds like a plan," Alaistair spoke in an excited tone! The door opened up again to their booth, the other Alaistair bring in her dish, as well as a bowl with what looked like a very fluffy pie crust. That one closed the door again, leaving the two alone once more. He gestured to the food, "Maybe that can be something I can help you out with! Enjoying food and getting know what sorts of things you can do with your freedom. Lets dig in first..!"( Cushaw)
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Post by Cushaw on May 5, 2017 15:40:28 GMT
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Cushaw couldn't help but snort out a laugh. Ground too far in reality? Maybe. Her ambitions for the future certainly hadn't involved a lot of imagination in the past. Her dreams, if they could be called that, had been no granded any number of other Kabochans, reaching back across innumerable generations. The general thrust of the horned man's counter-argument was that, now she was free, she could enjoy experiences that were previously denied her.
This made Cushaw pause for thought. What Alaistair was saying was true. She could travel to worlds beyond the grasping reach of the Saiyan Empire. She could encounter all sorts of peoples, maybe even test her fists against their champions. She could sample new foods and drinks that she'd never tasted before. If Cushaw had been told six months ago that she'd be sitting in a small but comfortable dining room on Konats, eating a delicacy from the same planet that had crushed Zucceta, she would have laughed fid to burst.
Yet her she was. And here was the pork loin, too, fat and juicy and steaming. Cushaw fell upon it with fork and knife, carving away at it slice after slice. She paused only once to roll her eyes heavenwards, trying to muster words to describe her enjoyment. "Whoa dang..." She swallowed, and then promptly shoveled more into her mouth. "This is friggin' delicious. What's that over there?" Cushaw had spotted the pastry dish that had been set on the table earlier. She'd been too distracted by the pork to notice it.
Still, as the hefty dish began to diminish under her assault, her mind began to wander once more. Yes, it was true she was free to do all these things. But there was something inside her that still tugged her back towards Kabocha. Though her own people had cursed the name of the rebels, her heart's anchor still clung to the planet of her birth. What good was it to finally realise her freedom and the choices came with it, if she was the only of her kind to do so?
Cushaw wiped her mouth on the back of her hand before addressing Alaistair again. "I told some of this to Plato, as well. A lot of the stuff he says just bugs me out, but he did say something that made me think." She scored the pork loin absently, with the very edge of her knife. "He figures if there was someone to show the Kabochans what they have it in them to be, show them the Saiyans aren't impossible to beat, it might push them to start thinking for themselves. Make their own choices."
Cushaw looked Alaistair square in the eye. "But he said someone like that would have to find a level power beyond even a Super Saiyan first." Even the very mention of the ascended golden warriors made the hairs on the back of her neck rise, but she clenched her jaw. "I don't even know if I got something like that in me. But ain't nobody else gonna do it." She took a deep breath.
"So I think I oughta try."
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Post by Alaistair on May 5, 2017 18:43:00 GMT
The Kabochan woman tasted the food and had a satisfied look to her that made Alaistair giggle and respond back, "Looks like you're enjoying that... A whole lot, in fact!"After a bit, Alaistair took a spoon on the plate below the bowl and prodded the flakey crust. Cushaw asked what he got, and Alaistair responded, "Chicken pot pie! Has a biscuity-crust, and has a salty cream that cooks up the peas, carrots, and tenderized chicken breast inside when it's baked in an oven at 350 degrees fahrenheit, 176-177 degrees Celcius, or 449 Kelvin, if you use any of those systems of temperature measurement! I once had a lot of free time to learn stuff."He cut into the pie and scooped out its innards, exposing the yellowish white cream with green snow peas, cubed carrots, and a slab steaming chicken that'd been carved into with the spoon. He blew on the scoop he took before spooning it to his mouth and chewing on the food. It was delightfully written on his face, the eyes closed and his lips flat and extended out as he smiled and chewed! Cushaw spoke up, about how Plato got under her skin while telling her a few things. Alaistair nodded, going in for another scoop while also tearing a bit of flakey pie crust off and shoving it in his mouth. "Yeah," Alaistair retorted, mouth full for a moment before swallowing, "He does that too often. I've told him he needs to ease into things... But since you've brought it up, yeah. They could use someone to realize their personal potential, and that person's gonna need help..!"Alaistair paused, listening to her words further while matching her gaze with his own. She was told that person had to go beyond the strength of a Super Saiyan to achieve that goal, not sure if she could do it herself but still opting to try it! Alaistair smiled, at her, going for another scoop while telling her, "Well... That's where you come to me, Cushaw, not Plato! See, I've got connections here and there. Connections that would help you out greatly, since they involve the throne of the SSE and Vegeta. If it's power to take your planet back and to establish personal freedoms with it, you'll have to tell me what extents you're willing to take it! What things you're willing to do to keep your planet and its people alive and safe. If you want to know how much my work is, I defer you to look at the Mazoku Dominion and the fact Plato is King of Konats once more... I've also have plans involving the SSE and the throne on Vegeta, but that business, right now, isn't related, wouldn't you say?"( Cushaw) |
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Post by Cushaw on May 6, 2017 10:43:38 GMT
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The red man seemed extremely amused by Cushaw's enthusiastic assault on the pork loin, commenting on how much she seemed to be enjoying herself with a giggle. Cushaw nodded her head emphatically, scattering crumbs up and down, and tried to speak. However, her cheeks were bulging with half-chewed food, so all that came out was an indistinct "Mfhggnz". The Kabochan tried a couple more times, decided chewing was more important, shrugged, and went right back to stuffing her face.
When she finally paused for breath, Alaistair took the opportunity to crack open the pastry crust on the mysterious dish with a spoon, unleasing a scorching plume of steam. Cushaw's widened as he explained it to be some sort of meat pie, before going into detail about the high temperatures at which it had been baked and the varying systems of measurement thereof. "I just use 'hot as balls', but I get where you're going with it," Cushaw replied, and swiftly followed Alaistair's suit. She wasn't quite as patient as the devil though, and the forkful of pie scorched the roof of her mouth, but it was utterly worth it.
It was almost impossible to believe food this good could exist in the universe. For this reason alone, she wouldn't hear a word spoken against Konats from this day forth. This planet was an utter wonder. A scorching, gravelly wonder that had tried to kill her on the way in, but a wonder nonetheless.
But the constant flip-flopping between serious and not so serious topics of discussion seemed to be a trend that wasn't going away soon. Cushaw's retelling of Plato's advice had captured Alaistair's attention, and the devil had a lot to say to that. A lot of it left Cushaw feeling a tad dazed. She'd half-expected to be ridiculed for aspiring to surpass a Super Saiyan, or at least to be politely but infuriatingly told it was unrealistic. Not only was Alaistair taking her completely seriously, he was even talking about some major politicking shit involving the Imperial Throne and establishing personal freedom for Kabochans.
Had Cushaw been raised on earth, the phrase 'putting the cart before the horse' might have sprung to mind. Not to mention Alaistair's use of Plato as an example of his own efficiency at string-pulling did little to put her at ease. To what extent was Plato his own master anymore, if he was only King again thanks to the intervention of an outsider who seemed to have his fingers in more pies than his hands could account for? But Cushaw said none of this.
"I don't know what the hell the Mazoku Dominion is," she began, carefully. "And all this stuff about thrones and connections is way over my head right now. I'm not dumb. I know what my current position is. I'm barely stronger than the lowest grunt in the Saiyan army right now. I'd be getting ahead of myself if I started thinking about schemes and connections and shit." She toyed with a sliver of pork on the end of her fork for a moment. "Besides, I need to see how far my own strength'll get me. Thanks for the offer, but I'm gonna have to take a rain check this time around."
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Post by Alaistair on May 6, 2017 17:59:29 GMT
"Rain check it is then," Alaistair replied somberly, "In the meantime, care to tell me a bit more about yourself, Cushaw?"Alaistair tore another piece of the crust off, as well as tearing into the chicken for a spoon full and put it on top the before popping it into his mouth and chewing. He snapped his fingers, before reaching behind the giant mount of nachos still untouched, pulling out one of the menus and putting it to her side with it open to drinks! "Oh, like do you enjoy any sorta alcohol? We got a wide range of beers, spirits, and wines for you to indulge a bit on," he spoke up, dragging his finger across the laminated surface briefly, exposing a very long list of beers, spirits, and wines. ( Cushaw some more character development?  )
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Post by Cushaw on May 6, 2017 18:21:41 GMT
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Thankfully, Alaistair seemed to give in pretty quickly with regards to Cushaw's future plans. Almost too quickly. Cushaw did her best to maintain a calm and unaffected front, but underneath she was thinking hard. She could practically hear the metaphorical gears in her head creaking. She knew she didn't have the brains for twisty affairs like these, but she knew enough to realise she needed to be on her toes around Alaistair, lest she wind up as just another pawn on the interplanetary chessboard. Again.
She shrugged off his suggestion that she tell him a little more about herself. "What's left to tell? I'm layin' all my cards on the table here, all I've heard in return was a story about friggin' real estate." Cushaw drummed her fingers on the table for a few moments, chewing on another mouthful of pie, until a thought occurred to her. "Why don't you tell me, uh, I dunno, 'bout that Mazoku Dominion thing you mentioned before? I've been outta the loop for a while, you probably noticed."
Her eyebrows shot up when Alaistair produced a drinks menu. How long had it been since she'd tasted any sort of liquor. A thin, eager grin split her lips. "That's an idea. I could do with something to wash this feast down. Beer'd be favourite right about now. Nothing fancy. I'll take a pint glass of the cheapest one on the menu."
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Post by Alaistair on May 6, 2017 19:19:03 GMT
Alaistair smiled, but cocked an eyebrow up, as he was sure he just told her not to worry about the pricing. He shrugged it off, relaying to the other Al to get a cheap beer from the Tap. That Al would get two glasses and get over to them, opening the door and putting them on the table before closing it. The drink was foamy, a bright yellow color in a glass pint that had dimples around it and a shield emblem with a goathead to the right, a lion head to the left, and a cross with vines wrapping around the outer shield, and a yellow x! Al took up one point, holding it up to clang with her glass, before sipping it deeply. "The Mazoku Dominion," he stated, pronouncing Mazoku in a long manner, "Headed and created by the Mazoku Namekian, Xylo, son of Tuner. Over 100 years of life on that guy's belt, and it wasn't until the last few years that he gained a massive amount of power, personally... A year of being dead with myself and Kizuki, a saiyan we recruited that's not part of the SSE... Long story with that guy. Anyway, we took the planet back from the SSE with the help of a guy named Walker, who'd been fighting his own battle that we would've met up with, had Xylo not turned on me when I was trying to slay one of our foes! Unfortunate for us, even if he did lose his leg and arm, that young man's now vastly stronger due to his saiyan blood! Anyway, Xylo decided to make the Mazoku Dominion, something I hoped he'd make to begin with, but while being a good ally with me instead of someone I'm needing to keep an eye on, for when he might try to take this world..!"Alaistair took another gulp to give himself a brief break. "The Mazoku Dominion's new. Don't know their entire firepower, but their strongest weapons are Xylo and a practically mythological entity in a fleshy ball. They oppose the SSE for good reason, but Xylo is currently mad with power... That is what I've to say about them. What else would you like to learn?"( Cushaw) |
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