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Post by Alaistair on Jul 16, 2017 0:10:42 GMT
(Thread PL: 236,323)
(Dorgia & Eres thread Pl: 50% Alaistair's pl, each.)
(Current Pl of Alaistair, Eres, and Dorgia: 10)
Alaistair brought the ship out of lightspeed, their ship being outside the moon's resolution of the blue gem in front of them! Even as he was hailed by a Blue Banner tower from the surface to disclose his identity, he had a grin upon his face.
"Good day! My name is Alaistair," Alaistair opened up to the tower speaker, "My colleagues, numbering 4 with myself in that number, and I had went to Vegeta about two years ago to set up a safe haven for those fleeing Realigner Red. We left Vegeta in the hopes of rekindling our business in the Western Capital. It was called the Cherry Valley Loft."
The man proceeded to tell him that due to some traffic control orders he was given, Alaistair would have to move and set up the business at the Southern Capital. Protests came from Arthus, but Alaistair agreed to this. As they went down to the surface of the ship, Alaistair explained to Arthus that, since the Western Capital was victim to so many attacks, it would damage their business as a whole, and further delay Arthus's payment! The weaker demon had to agree to this, but still found displeasure with it.
They landed at a port being handled by the BBA and surprisingly found proceeding through the check-in to be easy. Afterwards, they went to the city hall of this Capital, where they managed to secure an entire block that had been unused at the current time for Alaistair's high end business. Hours later, after mapping it out, construction quickly came, first setting up the old-fashioned building from its capsule! The building was soon bustling with activity, the lounge and restaurant areas first.
The evening of the day on Earth was approaching for the hot and humid day in the city. Eres and Dorgia took their usual positions at work, while Arthus took position as 3 head waiters and a human employer. The appearances of himself were, for the employer, himself, and the waiters as a Namekian, a small Arcosian, and a Konatsian. Alaistair, meanwhile, was outside, working with the coordinators and foremen overseeing the workers on building of the main restaurant building and the casino area, amd how they would all be attached through bridges at multiple levels, making sure they would not get in the way of air traffic but enabling patrons a means of reaching the other parts of the establishment.
After that was said and done, the Devil made his way to the lounge area, having acquired himself a double of whiskey. He slugged it down in a matter of 3 sips, before he came up with the thought to go exploring around the immediate area of the block, to see what was around. He would tell both Eres and Dorgia this, and to also alert him if anything came up at the workplace through telepathic means. He then exited the hotel part of the loft, wandering the streets of the Southern Capital on foot.
(Messy starting posts from phones aside, the thread is now open to anyone wishing to join! Note that Alaistair parts will be separate from Eres and Dorgia's parts, as they are in different parts of the city.)
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Post by Chikara on Jul 16, 2017 13:32:29 GMT
(PL: 46,673. Heavy Weights on: 11668) ---------- A peaceful morning exploration of the city began with so much promise for the Heran. Once again finding himself bored with the regular training regime he had meticulously followed for the past few months, and so it was time to introduce some much needed change. Finding himself alone in the world once again the only thing he really wanted to do was go out and have some fun, and so that would be his objective for the day. “Goodbye my beautiful gravity dome; how I shall long for aching bones and torn muscles while I enjoy the nightlife, don’t wait up for me baby.”
South Capitol was the lady of the hour for Chikara tonight. With it’s warm and girl next door exterior it lured you in and made you feel safe. However at night time it was anything but, which was just the kind of experience the warrior was looking for. He jiggled and jived his way through the streets and tried to make friendly with the girls along the way, but it seemed that he hadn’t picked up any moves beating himself up under altered gravity and so he was a lot less successful than he had hoped. “Oh come on baby, come nightfall I ain't gonna be available no more!”
Keeping his emotions of the outside and ripped body on the outside, Chikara carried on his merry way until he came across an establishment he had never seen before. “Now hold up a second, didn’t this place used to be empty? I guess it’s been longer than I thought since going this deep into town.” The Heran jogged over to the door and took a peep inside. “Damn, this place is looking pretty nice, how come I never heard of this before? I need to get me some better contacts asap.” Chikara slicked back his air, pumped out his chest and strolled through the door.
“Greetings to all inhabitants of this fine business, glad to meet you all!” The Heran waiting for the response however the room instead ignored him and so he played it cool instead and slumped over to the bar. “This is gonna be a long night; I can feel it.” Sitting down he motioned for the bartender to come over and take his orders. “Over her, brother. Give me the strongest crap you sell here, I got the money.” Chikara splashed some of his Zeni around and quickly drank whatever the bartender put in front of him. Like most alcohol it didn’t have much effect on him, but he appreciated the effort. The green freak was a getting a little bored just sitting around and drinking though.
It would take him hours more until it had a real affect on him and so it was time to socialise again. The regular folk around him just rebuked his gestures and so he instead looked for any one of importance. It didn’t take long until he noticed a man who was oh so not Human walking out the door. “He looks strangely familiar, could it be…?” Chikara had a bad experience with a Demon before in this part of town and was never able to track him down; this could be his only chance. With that in mind he quickly stormed out the door and pursued “Stop right there, Bastard!”
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Post by Gira on Jul 16, 2017 16:24:11 GMT
Thread PL: 41 864 Heavy weights active! Sensed PL: 10 466"Okay, first on the list is...broccoli. Gross." Gira frowned as she looked at the shopping list her mom gave her. While she would normally just get groceries in her home city of West Capitol, they had a lovely farmer's market here that sold all the best in organic, homegrown food. Not broccoli though. Never broccoli. Gira ate vegetables because she felt like she had to to help keep up her athletic figure, but broccoli was the one thing she would never touch. Steamed, sauteed, or in a dish with something else, Gira hated everything about the green, tree-like vegetable. Her riveting thoughts on broccoli were interrupted when she heard a voice from an establishment she was passing by.
“Stop right there, Bastard!”
"Hm?" Gira turned towards the voice, thinking it might be directed at her. While she was technically a bastard, not knowing her father and all, the words still hurt. That is, until she realized they weren't directed at her. Who they were directed at, she had no clue, but the source of the voice appeared to be a massive, green-skinned man. He was storming out of the business and heading towards a sharply dressed... creature. Gira recognized that "straight-out-of-hell" look anywhere. It reminded her a lot of Mammon. They had the same air about them. Maybe they were related? Gira of course didn't realize that this was an incredibly racist assumption. 'Well, only one way to find out.'
Gira approached the demon, Alistair and gave him a friendly wave. "Um... hi there. I'm Gira. I was just wondering if you knew someone named "Mammon"? If you do, I was wondering where he went off to. We had a brief battle not long ago and he ran from it. I'd like to finish what we started." Mammon could have beaten Gira. She knew that. While she had easily quadrupled her strength in the past month or so since the "Real Steel Tournament," she was nowhere near strong enough to take Mammon on. No, it would be a very similar situation to when he bat her around the tournament ring like he was playing tennis with her.
While they spoke, Gira felt out the demon's power as well as the power of the man approaching them. The green man's strength was impressive. It was a little higher than her own with her weighted training gear on. The demon, however... he was far from impressive. She expected him to at least rival her full power, but he was barely stronger than the average person. She had only felt Mammon's power for comparison, but she expected Alistair to at least be close to that. Maybe he was hiding his energy? Gira had learned that trick too. If he was, Gira wondered how strong he could possibly be. If he was indeed hiding his power, that meant he had a power worth hiding. She had to take note of him for the future.
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Post by Alaistair on Jul 16, 2017 20:39:20 GMT
As Alaistair took his leave, there was a strange and fairly rowdy appearing Heran, who seemed to have been outta his wits. Alaistair simply continued on his way outta the door. Dorgia, on the other hand, went to this man and tried to get him to cease, only for him to go to the bar and address the flaming red head as, 'brother,' before calling the drinks here crap! Eres slammed her hand down in front of him on the old counter, a cold smile on her face as she told him, "Get outta my bar... Right n-"Before she got the words out, the man immediately bolted after Alaistair, calling him a bastard! Eres found it greatly peeving that he dared to cut her off, her hair becoming very much like fire ready to explode! Dorgia, the craggy old man of a demon, signalled her to cool it, while stating telepathically, "Just let him go after Al... He doesn't know what is in store for him."She would do so, carrying bringing some of the paying patrons their drinks and getting into a conversation with them about why she found the man's attitude insulting! Alaistair, meanwhile, halfway down the block, would hear the shouting Heran and turned to him, hands in his leather pockets with a smile on his face as he responded, "Aye? Can I he-"He found a young girl, about Silk's age probably, approaching him and asking about Mammon, of all people, and wondering if he too was a demon, and related... A loaded question withbother questions! The girl introduced herself as Gira, before this, showing she had SOME manners. "A pleasure to meet you, Gira," Alaistair stated, holding his hand out to shake her own. He continued, "My name is Alaistair, and while I met them, I am not related! Not all demons, or things like me, are related to each other. It is also good to be pleasant like you were before talking of fighting, unlike the bumbling oaf shouting profanities aloud after walking an establishment owned by said person he's shouting those words at!"He directed his attention to the Heran. His senses told him that these two were practically equal in strength... But he could honestly deal with the both at perhaps half his strength if they really was going to get caught up in a fight! "So, you walk out of my establishment, undoubtedly treating my workers with disrespect, and then come shouting after me, insulting me in the process... What can I do for you, boy," Alaistair questioned, his voice pleasant despite the words he used! ( Chikara your go!)
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Post by Chikara on Jul 16, 2017 21:07:09 GMT
Chikara wasn’t as fit as he used to be, and placed his hands on his knees, huffing and puffing as he finally got a hold of the Demon. He finally got a good look at the guy, but he couldn’t quite tell if he was the one he was looking for. The fight he had been in happened so long ago now that he could hardly remember what the combatant had looked like, but they seemed to be similar enough that the alcohol in him as well as the exhaustion convinced him that this was the one. When he had finally reached him there was someone else next to the Demon, but for now he ignored her and got right down to business.
The Demon spoke a few words to him, blabbing on about disrespecting or insulting or something along those lines, Chikara wasn’t really interested in that, he was focused on pride and revenge. It seems as though the man did not remember Chikara, which to a logical mind would perhaps suggest that the Heron was mistaken, but of course there was not much logic in his mind right now, and so he decided that a good slap would help job the Demon’s memory. He raised hand up and threw it across the face of the freak. “You don’t remember me, huh? Does this job your memory?”
Now Chikara knew how powerful he was, but did not quite know how powerful the Demon was. The fight in the past they were on a similar footing but now he felt that he had since greatly surpassed him. Chikara wouldn’t let this go to heart thought, his courage was always far mightier than his fighting ability. He was not sure if the girl was a friend of his but as long as she didn’t get involved there wouldn’t be any problems. His weights were on and there was a transformation in his pocket if need be, though he was hoping to simply crush the fool and be done with it. ---------- Gira
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Post by Zyajin on Jul 17, 2017 19:27:52 GMT
PL: 70,430 Medium Weights: ON Weighted PL: 35,215
"Seriously? You lot went through all of that whilst I was stuck here on Earth, minding the base and keeping everything running, and now this whole thing may not even be a thing anymore?" asked the black haired woman walking beside the green-shouldered Bio-Android. Zyajin sighed and shrugged his shoulders. "The politics of the situation are something I desire no part of. Contagion grew irate with the apparent lack of progress in all areas, Doctor Breech is currently unavailable for contact due to the last conflict, the child-like Android is... well, a child, and the rest I hold no recollection of." he replied with another shrug, Iris sighing and shaking her head even as she covered her face with a hand.
"We seriously need to work on your social skills or something Zy. And don't give me that "I'm meant for battle not socialising" crap again." she said with a glare and pointed finger. "Living weapons program or not, you still need to interact with people. And you're not going to get far if you keep pissing them off." the cyborg woman admonished, Zyajin merely rolling his eyes and sighing for his part of the exchange. "So, how do you suggest we proceed with this exercise in futility of yours then?" he said, earning himself a smack upside his head from Iris' metal arm.
"We'll start working on your manners next. First though," she said before steering him towards a new shop that had made its appearance here in South City, "we'll get to work here in the easiest setting possible. A public commercial space. This place is new so no chance of you pissing off people who've been here a while and thus alienating us from other establishments." she said before spotting the Heran who had decided to try and start a fight with someone she suspected was out of his league, and a young girl stood next to the pair. She groaned and facepalmed once more at this turn of events. "I had a plan. It was a good plan... someone hates me up there don't they?" she asked of nobody in particular.
Zyajin couldn't help but chuckle at the scene before him, looking at Iris. "Yes, this will assist me in my socialising capabilities rather well." he mused aloud, rather sarcastically, folding his arms across his chest as he decided to simply observe the exchange. He was quite eager to see how far a Heran could fly without any assistance from their own power. Assuming this Heran knew how to fly that is, and if the Demon was restraining his power... otherwise this was going to be quite the let-down since the Bio-Android could just barely sense the Demons energies.
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Post by Gira on Jul 17, 2017 23:22:08 GMT
Gira grinned and shook Alistair's hand as they exchanged introductions. It appeared he at least knew Mammon, but Alistair said nothing of his whereabouts. Therefore, Gira came to the conclusion that he didn't know where he was. She was a little disappointed. She thought he might at least have some clue as to where he was. The hybrid looked behind Alistair at the Heran from earlier as he finally made his way to them. Apparently, the two knew each other.
Alistair didn't seem to recognize the man, but the shouting one seemed to insist that they met before. Then, the man brought an open-handed slap across the demon's face. Gira felt a fire begin to burn in her gut. Her Saiyan blood felt like it was on fire. This green-skinned man felt strong and now he was picking a fight with Alistair, a man who didn't seem even close to his power. The half-Saiyan's moral compass told her what she had to do now. She would have to protect the demon. Gira took a couple of steps forward to make herself stand shoulder to shoulder with Alistair. "If you want a fight, fight me. Don't go taking it out on those weaker than you."
She narrowed her eyes at Chikara, her fists clenched in anticipation. "If there's one thing that gets on my nerves, it's someone who hurts others." Little did the teen know, while the man in front of her was equal in strength to her as he was now, he could get much stronger. That, and she was protecting someone who didn't need her protection. Alistair could crush the both of them effortlessly, though she didn't know it. While the tension began to rise, a newcomer made his way onto the scene and began to observe them. Gira felt his power while keeping an eye on the Heran. He was almost as strong as her. She had to be careful. Should they team up, Gira knew she wouldn't stand a chance.
[OOC] Sorry for the wait, fellas!]
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Post by Alaistair on Jul 17, 2017 23:51:18 GMT
A enraged statement and a slap to his face by the large teal man was what he'd be given, expecting to remember someome he never met! Alaistair, in an alarmingly fast but calm manner, would increase energy enough to avoid the slap by simply shifting back! It annoyed the girl, who got in between them after the attempted strike. His energy quickly subsided soon after, sensing someone was watching them on this block. "Now now," Alaistair retorted, his voice calming as he stood in between the two once more, "There's no reason to start a fight here when there are so many around, just trying to relax. To you, my 'friendly' giant, why don't you explain what happened and why I should be trying to remember you? I figure you have me mistaken for someone else..."(Alaistair's power, for a moment, spiked to 70,000 to dodge the attack before resetting to 10 pl! Chikara, back to you!)
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Post by Chikara on Jul 18, 2017 0:19:46 GMT
The hand of Chikara failed to find it's mark, as the Demon quickly show some of it's true power. Perhaps he was more outmatched than he had thought. The girl babbled a bit but Chikara ignored here, keeping his attention solely focused onto the Demon in front of him. “Mistaken you say? What kind of fool do you take me for, eh?” Chikara seemed to notice a new power entering the stage, but he waved it off as him being drunk and carried back on with the sole intention of restoring his pride.
“You don’t remember? Now so far from here, and not so long ago. We we’re both in a bar and I seem to recall you starting a fight?” Chikara had of course started the fight, but it’s not like his memory was that good. He turn his attention back to the girl while he waited for a response to speak some more. “And you there. I don’t know who you are or why you’re here but I suggest you stay out of my business else I shall have no choice but to put you in the same pain as your friend here will soon be in.”
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Post by Zyajin on Jul 18, 2017 0:49:35 GMT
Zyajin snorted a little in amusement at the Heran's failed attempt to slap the Demonic figure. What he found less amusing however was the babbling the oaf went on and on with regarding some imagined slight at a bar. "And you thought it best to try and slap them for this bar incident?" the green-shouldered Bio-Android inquired, Iris groaning and facepalming some more. "Zy, don't get in the middle of this..." she groaned, causing him to raise an eyebrow and smirk a little. "It was your idea to improve on my social skills was it not? Well, here I am, attempting to do so." he logically retorted, very glad that Iris' power did not exceed his own and that she didn't have laser vision as a feature. He shook his head a little though at the exchange in front of him. "It's moments like this though that make me glad I was created without any Heran genetic sequences." he mused aloud, his cyborg companion looking very alarmed at the possible provocation. "I mean, sure they have a higher physical strength potential quotient than most biological races including Saiyans," the green-shouldered Bio-Android stated, "but the drawback is a desire for combat that impedes the cognitive process." he said with a sigh, whilst Iris' forehead was turning a vibrant shade of red for some reason unknown to the Bio-Android. The green-shouldered Bio-Android looked at Iris then back at the group in front of him. "Uhm... no offense intended?" he offered, looking back towards the cyborg who simply sighed and shrugged. "I suppose that was something that I was not meant to make an out loud commentary about, correct?" Zyajin inquired, Iris sighing and nodding. "Yes Captain Hindsight, it was. Now the guy's going to redirect his focus towards us and try to beat you up next... if he figures out what you just said." she retorted, pinching the bridge of her nose and muttering to herself. Gira back to you *vanishes to sleep cus of timezones*
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Post by Gira on Jul 19, 2017 1:00:26 GMT
Gira narrowed her eyes even further when Chikara threatened her. While she was outmatched, she wouldn't let the green-skinned man hurt anyone. At that point, Alistair acted as a voice of reason. Gira looked around at the people and buildings on the street as Alistair mentioned that it would be best not to fight here. The teen hybrid agreed, but she was afraid that a fight was going to happen anyway, regardless of what she did. Chikara seemed determined to make trouble. Still, Gira's duty as she saw it was to protect people. A battle here would put the whole city in danger. The hybrid unclenched her fists, relaxing her muscles. If there was to be a fight, she wouldn't be the one to start it.
As Gira made that choice, the man and woman who had been watching them approached. The goal of the bio-android appeared to be getting in the middle of the argument against them and the Heran. It seemed he was throwing a thinly veiled insult at the green-skinned man, speaking about how he was glad he didn't have any "Heran genetics sequences" and that they were strong, but their desire for combat "impedes the cognitive process." The girl blinked upon hearing this. 'Did he just call that guy stupid...?' Gira turned back to Chikara to see his how he would react to this. She hoped that he would keep a cool head-- or at least as cool of a head as possible. The half-Saiyan didn't have much faith, however.
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Post by Alaistair on Jul 19, 2017 20:20:11 GMT
"Starting a bar fight? Are you-"Alaistair's senses became directed towards the arrival. The Devil couldn't really tell at first, but upon this guy getting closer and interjecting, Alaistair had forced a deadpan glare back before anyone noticed! He sensed Denim's energy in him. He didn't particularly notice the dark skinned woman with him, though. "Of all the places this one could've shown up, he shows here," Alaistair thought to himself, unsure if he should be laughing or leaping at this guy in a rage. He kept his gaze upon him, crossing his arms as he did and pondering in his head, "I don't think it'd be wise to notify Denim about this yet... Better for me to gauge his power first."He simply grunted in agreement with the murderer, but retorted, "My name, as you should have asked to begin with to confirm if I am this person, is Alaistair. I own a bar, amongst many other things along this block. You need to think a bit back on this moment; the, 'who, what, where, when, and why,' questions are popping up, as well as a need to show you how to really slap someone for your attempt earlier if you don't get to explaining!"His tone during this was less modest than before towards the Heran. The moment this creature of a man showed up, Alaistair's cool temperament had become tested! ( Chikara)
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Post by Chikara on Jul 19, 2017 20:39:02 GMT
The scene was quickly becoming crowded. Not only was he dealing with a Demon and the girl, but now some green faced freak had showed up to insult him as well. “And just who the Hell are you supposed to be? Can’t you I’m in the middle of something here? This isn’t just about about some bar incident; this about pride and prestige. Having freaks like you come up to me in the middle of the street and question that is not a wise idea!” Chikara could quickly feel himself losing control of the situation, if he really ever had it, and was beginning to feel claustrophobic.
Chikara turned his body away from the Demon and walked towards the newest member of the conversation. “Now I’ll give you five seconds get away from I’m forced to show you why you should be afraid of me.” Chikara turned back to the Demon for his unfinished business. “And as for you, I’m feeling very nice today so instead of a battle I demand merely an apology for the insult bestowed upon me; feel free to cough it up now so I can take care of this guy without any interference.” Chikara once again ignored the girl, not feeling as though she was a threat yet. ---------- Zyajin
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Post by Zyajin on Jul 20, 2017 1:25:06 GMT
The green-shouldered Bio-Android gave a slight snorting chuckle as the Heran insinuated that he should be afraid of him. "I'm Zyajin, and why should I be even remotely afraid of you? You haven't considered the situation, albeit that is due to you allowing your own rage and hostility to cloud your judgement and reasoning capabilities." he surmised, his tail flicking in the air as he spoke. There was a certain entertainment value to this whole thing, as well as a possible chance to test out the combat skills of a member of the Heran species should it come to it. "Consider for a moment what happened earlier. You tried to strike this establishments proprietor simply because you believed him to be someone you have an issue with. That blow failed because for that brief moment, his power shot up and became nearly double your own before reducing itself back down to its current and original state, which in turn allowed him to effortlessly dodge your slap." the Bio-Android surmised and explained for the Heran warrior, all the while Iris moved to stand beside the Saiyan girl, muttering under her breath angrily. "Take that into consideration, and now bear that in mind as you sense my own power compared to your own." suggested Zyajin, raising an eyebrow for a moment. "I presume you are capable of detecting the energy of living entities, otherwise I've wasted both of our times with that earlier explanation for why you couldn't strike him, and in turn should re-consider trying to face myself in another of your slapping matches." he said, the dark-skinned cyborg smacking her face with her hand. Iris looked over towards Alaistair and sighed. "I'm sorry Mr Alaistair sir, this could get a little bit... messy. Zy wasn't really programmed with anything resembling... well, tact." she said with a bow of her head towards the demon. "Zy, if he does start... no sampling alright?" she called over to the Bio-Android who in turn tilted his head in consideration before nodding in her direction. "Agreed. I don't think the Heran genetic sequences would mesh well with my Saiyan genetic coding." he said, Iris groaning before shaking her head a little. "That's not what I had in mind you genetically engineered moron..." she muttered, leaning against the wall as she waited for the inevitable. "And no explosions alright? I'm sure Mr Alaistair doesn't want to have part of his business going up in literal smoke." Iris called, Zyajin tilting his head the other way for a moment before nodding again. "Agreed. If the Heran does decide to engage in futile combat, I will curtail my techniques to the non-explosive variety." he stated, nodding towards the demonic owner of this business. Gira
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Post by Deleted on Jul 20, 2017 12:10:46 GMT
While everyone inside was potentially arguing or getting ready to start a brawl inside the restaurant, outside the establishment doors a woman in a long white dress with matching high heels and a pink ribbon around her neck landed. She was out to explore the planet's night life or (food places really) since having been gone so long and had left her baby daughter at a fancy, four story beach house she owned nearby. She'd step in through the restaurant's big doors and remember the marble floors as well as numerous tables she was sure the place had. After all, it looked like Alaistair's place and word seemed to have spread fast to her about it at least being here.
Denim hung back and witnessed some heavy talks between a green skinned man, a partially enraged lizard man and red skinned man as well as a young woman in a black sweater. "What an odd cast," she muttered to herself, "had things played out right I could comment all the colors of the rainbow were here." Denim announced pretty softly as she stood near the door looking the best she probably ever could. A lot had happened since she left Konats and if this was Alaistair's place she had a lot of catching up to do. But witnessing the fight before her eyes that was likely to unfold came first. If she did have to, she'd step in flip them all over and pound them into the ground.
Nobody could deny the power wafting from her aura for unfortunately, unlike so many others, Denim had found she could never turn it off. Her power was suppressible but today she didn't care to do that. She wanted to break some heads (maybe), let off some steam, and enjoy the evening. She could feel she was getting closer to the something. Perhaps a new power? Or perhaps a new form entirely and she felt by continuing to increase her power quickly she might get there. She knew Alaistair had the tool she needed as she was unwilling to pay out of pocket again for gravity chambers she rarely used, and this time, she wanted an alliance. A real alliance with someone. Nobody trusted her enough to make her part of their inner circle so that she may benefit, get stronger, and control something in her life like a portion of the universe.
Her only plan was to do this and the best way she though to do this was try to find men willing to support her and in return give them off spring. In her travels, as a woman, she found this was the best thing she was good at. Yet she also knew that by doing this she could potentially have access to Human culture, Saiyan culture, Konatsian culture, etc. for every child linked to a far off and different alien species. The problem was not failing as badly as she had in these interactions already to make others understand her new desires and goals. She only wanted to unite the universe under one woman, herself. Even if a number of her children might later go crazy or end up killing her as a future version of her own daughter Silk showed. That woman certainly wasn't a killer but she was too dumb and odd to keep at her side anymore so letting her go for a bit had been for the best.
For now, she had a party filled with potential brawls to watch. "This is going to be fun..." she thought to herself hoping someone might throw punches soon. She could take all but Alaistair and his body guards she could in this bar trying to hide their real energies. At least that's what she thought based on what she could also remember of them too.
Thread PL: 106,167 PL, 3/3 KP
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