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Post by Lord Retsu on Sept 7, 2017 20:42:05 GMT
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It had been months. So many months since the last sighting of Lord Retsu. The Former Emperor of the Arcosian Empire. Almost as if a myth he disappeared without a trace. Perhaps he died, perhaps he abandoned his people when Xylo came to power. In reality, He went on Vacation. He traveled the galaxy, enjoying a restful break from the hustle and bustle of Politics and the like, and now reaches his final destination. Earth. The Eastern Lands was always his favorite part of Earth. He lived there on a farm when he first landed on earth, earning his right to live there by working for the farm owners. An Honest bit of work really. And it taught him quite a bit. His ship rumbled in the atmosphere as it began to lower itself into a patch of grass a few miles out from East Capitol. Several of its legs unhinged and hissed as they stretched out to act as landing gear. It set down finally, sending gusts of air out from itself as it did so. Several minutes passed before the door to the ship opened, its drop down ramp opening with a hiss. Once it was set down, out came Retsu. Retsu wasn't sporting his usual garb. Instead he wore a bright orange shirt, with a floral pattern, rather short red pants, and Sunglasses. He came out from the ship, taking each step down on the ramp before stretching as he got to the bottom. "My my... It has been quite a while..." The Arcosian spoke. He took in a deep breath and rolled his shoulders a bit. "I'd be lying if I said I hadn't missed this place. So peaceful. So Serene..." He let a smile creep over his face. "But I came here for a very important reason... I haven't had a decent meal in a few weeks." He patted his stomach. "I don't know how earth does it. But they have the best food in the galaxy." He muttered to himself, as he began to walk towards the Capitol. "What should I eat first?" He muttered to himself, mulling over his options. "Do I start fancy or begin with something simple. Decisions, Decisions." He wasn't doing anything to mask his power, not that he could mind you. Those that knew what to look for would probably find him easily.
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Post by Jishu Hofferson on Sept 9, 2017 1:44:49 GMT
It was a sort of lazy day in the Eastern Lands, with hawks swooping through the sky upon their mighty wings, or the farmers busy at work tilling their fields to get ready for the next harvest. It was almost direct contrast from Yunzabit, the place she kept returning to which was devoid of blundering idiots and quiet minus the howling, freezing winds that bothered her none.
However, on a whim, she was taking a stroll about the land and watching the animals help their respective farmers by pulling things through the ground that churned the soil into straight rows. It was almost peaceful until an eerie sensation trickled down her spine, causing alarm and prompting investigation to see a black person with a.. tail and shiny things. "What are you?"
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Post by Wyntre Cold on Sept 9, 2017 3:53:50 GMT
Lady Wyntre Cold, Empress in Exile of the Arcosian Empire, did not particularly enjoy Earthling food. Even among the supposedly 'good' food, she found that it was presented as if thrown on a plate in servings far too large for human bodies, yet alone Arcosian ones. Indeed, she thought the balance of flavors presented in their genetic makeup was poorly planned out and that it was boringly homogenous. The only aspect of Earthling cuisine that she could tolerate was its wine, and, even in that case, it was only for the sake of comparing it with better wines. So, as such, when she did not simply have the Valiance's masterfully diverse chefs make her something, she went to a foreign restaurant.
And by 'foreign', she, of course, meant interstellar. That was to say, it was manned by those the Earthlings would call 'aliens'. Brenchian noodles, Littian soup... it was all good stuff, or at least she thought it was. Even the sort of stuff she couldn't technically ingest— like the famed solid light constructs eaten by particularly rich Ankoku-seijin— she still a had a great respect for.
But, alas, she was having a hard time finding any of that. Perhaps it was the capitalistic Earthlings' desired monopoly on the food available on their planet, perhaps it was too expensive to grade decent ingredients to Earth or perhaps she just wasn't looking in the right places, but the only 'alien' restaurants she found had resorted to using the limited earth-bound ingredients.
She was about to give up. She was about to, Frieza forbid, try out McBao's. She was saved from this terrible fate, however, when she saw it in the distance...
Sushei-Sushi-Sushi! 'Like Sushi... but from Space!'
Good enough. A Sushei-jin-style sushi place didn't sound so bad, really. All she'd need to do was... oh? What is this that my scouter senses? But she knew exactly what it was, as her scouter told her as much. He certainly isn't trying to hide.
Ignoring the curious/xenophobic glances directed at her, she moved to get a better look. And... who was this? An alert feminine figure dressed in a manner that seemed to indicate that she wasn't of this world. And, somehow, she didn't know what an Arcosian was. Perhaps that level of ignorance was to be expected of a human, but she didn't seem to be human at all, especially given the knowledge that she was wearing a scouter.
She knew exactly what it was. She knew exactly who he was, too. "He is a member of the most naturally powerful race in the galaxy. He is an Arcosian. He used to be their ruler..." she said it so that she was sure Retsu could hear, "But I am all of these things as well. Lord Retsu, have you nothing better to eat than Earthling scraps?"
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Post by Lord Retsu on Sept 9, 2017 8:48:57 GMT
Retsu had stopped at a nearby stand, ordering a drink from them before he even noticed Jishu staring at him. He turned towards her, drink in hand. He sipped from the straw then opened his mouth to speak, only for a feminine voice he wished he never would of heard again spoke up. A soft sigh escaped the Arcosian Lord and he brought his drink up for another sip. He turned fully towards Wyntre as she approached. His eyes narrowed, though they were hidden away behind his sunglasses.
"She is right." He spoke. "I am indeed Arcosian." He frowned towards Wyntre. "And I promise you, we don't all have our heads up our rear as this one does." He motioned to Wyntre as to emphasize his point.
His focus fully turned to the Ex-Empress. He stared at her, sipping from his drink for several moments before finally speaking up when he finished. "So, what is the Exile doing here on earth? It doesn't seem your style." He looked about. "Though I could think of far worse places to live out an Exile." He shrugged. He looked her up and down quickly before taking a step towards her. It was non threatening. Casual.
He looked her up and down again. "You are looking rather well though. Seems you've been keeping yourself well fed and the like. Nothing wrong with that. A proper diet is quite important." He finished his drink and tossed the cup in a nearby receptical before crossing his arms.
"I didn't get to ask you last time we met. And please, I mean no offense by this. But when you were Empress... did you seek allies when you realized the Saiyans were attacking? And was there a call to arms? If there was I never received one." He frowned. "Admittedly I know little of what happened on Arcose when it was destroyed. I heard word and rumors from travelers to the world I lorded over but no definite answers as to what happened."
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Post by Jishu Hofferson on Sept 9, 2017 14:05:59 GMT
Jishu blinked as another Arcosian came on to the scene, the ki flowing from their form making the synthetic being tremble nervously before their combined might. "Powerful than anyone I've ever sensed before, especially that one demon dude that makes me work for him just because I fell through his roof."
"I dunno, Earth has it's perks. It might be noisy and stinky and crowded, but the food's good when it comes to refueling my body, easily turned into energy by my food to fuel processors. Either way, name's Jishu. Why aren't you guys rulers anymore, someone overthrow you?"
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Post by Wyntre Cold on Sept 10, 2017 7:29:01 GMT
"Likewise, a pleasure." She said this in response to Retsu's first comments. "I see those who spoke of your wit didn't undersell your way with words."
Retsu was frowning, because of course he was. "Oh, you know, Earth is a good place to be. It's quite neutral, the scenery isn't particularly atrocious some of the time and I've got friends here." Friends like Zexama, or the Administrator. "As Jishu said, it isn't all bad." She had seen way too much of the galaxy to be surprised by the occasional fuel-powered individual. She'll get to that eventually. "Well, apart from the food."
Retsu took a step forward. Wyntre didn't seem to have noticed. She did notice, of course, but she was very good at making it seem as if she didn't notice/care about things. "Thank you. You're looking quite well-maintained yourself."
The two analysed each other. They looked each other up and down, almost as if the android between them wasn't there at all. Retsu and Wyntre— they'd both been in charge of the Arcosian Empire. They were both very powerful. They were both cunning and, perhaps most importantly, they were right next to each other.
"When the Saiyans attacked, it was already too late to seek allies. There was no de jure call to arms, as you put it, but as the Saiyans murdered innocents across the stars and sacked Arcose without so much as an official declaration, you hardly needed one. You were a lord then, Retsu, just as you are now. You were with Arcose. You did not need a call to arms, as war was brought to you." She looked him up and down, again. Her speech was not accusative, but informative. "You do not know what, precisely, happened during the Sacking. This is fine. I could not blame you for not knowing about something you could not have known about." Wyntre inversely echoed Retsu's frown by giving a slight smirk. She was in no way offended, nor did she hope to offend. "Allow me to allow you to cure yourself of your ignorance in your own time, then..." Wordlessly, and with a few clicks on her scouter, she sent a file to the 'local cloud'. From there, Retsu would be able to view its contents: the entire recording of the Sacking of Arcose, from the perspective of Wyntre's scouter. And, while this was not the intent, Jishu would also easily have been able to observe the video file and, perhaps, download it for hypothetical future use. "I trust you're receiving that."
Her eyes diverted to Jishu. "You, Jishu." 'Refueling', 'fuel processors', not knowing what Arcosians are, it was all quite suspicious. It seemed to indicate that she was an android. "Where are you from? Besides, in terms of your question, I was the Empress. Then, during the sacking, Queen Zucceta killed me. I returned from death, far more powerful than before. I am on Earth, training, so that I may return to Arcose and defeat its enemies. Retsu, dear, would you mind explaining why you aren't the Emperor anymore? I'm sure we'd all want to hear."
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Post by Lord Retsu on Sept 11, 2017 4:18:17 GMT
"Noisy and Stinky, are not words I would use to describe this place. But to each their own I suppose." Said Retsu, whom adjusted his glasses. His focus then returned to that of Wyntre. "I suppose that is something we have in common then. We both have friends here. For myself it is the one of our kind named Agent Vroze." He spoke. "He actually made me promise that I'd keep this planet safe, to some degree, and I've made good on that promise to the best of my ability."
She seemed to take his compliment well, and in turn give him a compliment of her own. "I'm glad you noticed. I may have been gone for a while, but I like to keep myself in shape. I might not be the strongest of our species, but I certainly have an appearance to maintain." Said the Arcosian in flowery print, shorts, and sunglasses.
He'd let Wyntre speak uninterrupted, allowing her to tell her side of the story. When she fiddled with her scouter he pulled a capsule from his pocket. He pulled off his sunglasses, before uncapsuling the Scouter with a loud "POOF" before he put it on. He tapped a few things on it and nodded. "I'll download it now. However I'll have to review it later. It would be rude to just cease this conversation. It is such a rare opportunity that we are both in the same area after all."
However she did leave him with a few things to think of. A few silent moments of contemplation came and went before he spoke up. "I am with Arcose, and I always will be. However, at the time the Saiyans attacked I was far far out of range of communications and the like. I had been sent to conquer a small primitive planet that had been dealing with a civil war at the time. I was very far out in the outer rim of our territory."
He looked down to Jishu as she asked her question, then to Wyntre. "Oh I'm not Emperor any more?" He shrugged. "It appears you go away for a while and suddenly everyone explodes." He sighed. "I could have sworn I sent messages to Arcose, telling them of our alliance between us and the Namekians.... Oh well I suppose. If you really must know, I've been on vacation. I've been touring planet to planet, and this is actually my last stop before I head back to Arcose. I'm going to get some training done myself, speak to a few friends, and possibly make a few connections, then head back to Arcose, probably slap whoever is sitting on my throne. If all goes well I'll be Emperor again and I can begin the plans I had before taking my break."
He looked back to Wyntre, staring her down before he suddenly offered a hand. "I know you are not considered the best Emperor. And I know you and I don't quite see Eye to Eye, but I'd like to at least tell you that I respect you. I always have. We all make bad decisions, and have things we regret but they are not what define us." His frown seemed to disappear, being replaced with an honest smile. "So, it is with respect that I say. It is good to see you, Lady Wyntre."
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Post by Jishu Hofferson on Sept 11, 2017 21:51:42 GMT
Jishu stood curiously, watching the two arcosians and their conversation, blinking as a file appeared on her scouter which she watched and downloaded, eyes wide with surprise at their situation. She'd lost track of the conversation, and shook her head and spoke. "So like.. you don't like Saiyans for good reasons then. Do all of your race feel that same way, or is there a few who don't?"
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Post by Wyntre Cold on Sept 12, 2017 4:16:22 GMT
"That was the intention." She said this with respect to when Retsu should view the document that she had put in the local cloud. "I'd never forgo this opportunity. As you said, it'd be rude."
She gave his words much thought. "Yes, I suppose that does excuse you." And not 'excuse' as in 'a poor excuse', but 'excuse' as in an actual, legitimate reason to do/not do something in particular. The tone of her voice made it abundantly clear what time of 'excuse' she meant. "It's good to know the Empire was being aided, even in its darkest times."
Much like what Retsu did, Wyntre looked between the two other participants in their triangular conversation. She enjoyed the thought that her thoughts were her own, even though that was hardly ever not the case. But, alone with her unreadable thoughts and expressions, she was left with a number of quandaries. There were the more serious manners, like what Wyntre should do about Retsu, but there were less pressing matters as well (like whether or not they should stop standing in the middle of the street and take the conversation to a diner). At no point in her self-discourse, however, did she even acknowledge Retsu's odd costuming, which juxtaposed well with the sorts of serious things he was saying. She had, originally, just dismissed it as an attempt to fit in with Earthling culture. She hadn't revised this belief thus far, rending the 'originally' sort of redundant, and certainly didn't plan on giving it any more thought.
"You haven't been Emperor for a while now, and myself Empress a while longer. Regardless, I agree with much of your sentiment; the loss of a ruler tends to hurt the socio-political stability of their civilization and Arcose has not, regretfully, been an exception. Mind my ignorance, but I don't know much pertaining to your supposedly homebound messages, but even if they never came home, they may as well have. We have what has been called an alliance with the Namekians, but I can see that what it is is closer to a vassalization." Arcose was way too far away for its star to be visible from Earth, but Wyntre knew precisely where it was in relation with Earth's constellations. And, even though it was daytime, she was able to look to the exact spot of where Arcose was. "Besides, we've got much the same plans." She looked at Retsu more firmly.
Retsu offered Wyntre a hand. She, having already decided what she'd do if he did so, took it. "I admit it, there have been better Emperors and Empresses than I." She had been named after one of them, too. "But I governed well. I had done a lot of good in only a few years, and of that I am proud. And, if I may serve it as its head for a few years more, I would be more than happy with my contribution to the galaxy." Pause for dramatic effect. "As for you... you're not half bad, yourself."
She considered her next words carefully. She spent a few more seconds considering if she should say them at all. But, after all of that, her mind was made. "I'll tell you a little secret, friend. Just between us, and the little one here." An allusion to Jishu. "The Royal Form, the supposed ancient power spoken of only in legends... I have attained it. And, not just that, by the time I return to Arcose... I promise you, I will have mastered it."
Her attention turned to the aforementioned 'little one'. "It isn't so much Saiyans I dislike, but the Solar Saiyan Empire. Sure, most Saiyans are unintelligent, battle-obsessed, intellectually vacuous simians who don't seem to be able to have object permanence and a vocabulary at the same time, but not all of them are genocidal murderers. There are Arcosians who have been recruited into the SSE (the scientific term of which is 'traitors') who can muster the willpower to sleep at night as well as Saiyans in the Arcosian Empire." She remembered her experiences with Daiki Iranos; he was a good, powerful, not-necessarily-stupid Saiyan who had worked directly under Wyntre for a time. She hadn't heard of him in a long while... presumably because the SSE got to him. "The Solar Saiyan Empire, however, regardless of the races of those in it, is inherently destructive. Even if it managed to conquer the galaxy, the Saiyan thirst for violence would lead it into a series of bloody civil wars. Unfortunately, galactic peace has both the Solar Saiyan Imperials and the the Mazoku as enemies. The road to righteousness will be dangerous and rocky," she looked at Retsu, not at all threateningly, "but it won't be so bad if we aren't at each other's throats." It wasn't an accusation at all, but rather more a confirmation of their mutual respect.
She looked at the two of them. "Come on, then. We can take this conversation elsewhere. I found a seemingly tolerable Sushei-style sushi place, if either of you are interested." She pointed to the foreign hole-in-the-wall restaurant. It had a lot of faux-alien imagery decorating the place and a large sign saying 'Sushei-Sushi-Sushi' with the subtitle 'like sushi... but from space!'.
Also, it smelled like what kittens look like.
"Shall we?"
She'd go on in that direction and hoped to the gods residing wherever it is that the gods reside that they followed her, for pain of awkwardness.
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Post by Lord Retsu on Sept 13, 2017 4:13:48 GMT
Retsu frowned. His message hadn't been received at all? That explains why he wasn't Emperor any longer at least. They probably thought him dead, or worst, a deserter. The fact that this might be the case lowered his mood quite considerably. He sighed softly. "I suppose that means I'll have to return there sooner than anticipated, at the very least clear my name. If I am labeled as a deserter I'm going to kill something or someone..." He narrowed his eyes. He probably wouldn't kill anyone, but his anger at the thought was apparent.
"It appears as much." He said, in response to their plans. "However, I hope you don't intend to take the throne." He frowned, not so much out of displeasure, but of concern. "I don't know if the Arcosian people would take too well to that. I'm sure you'd be welcome back at the very least as a Noble. But I don't know how well you'd be received when you tried to take up the mantle once more."
He'd shake Wyntre's hand firmly when she took his and gave her a nod. "Well I thank you for your compliments. I would be honored, if you'd even consider, perhaps serve me should I take back the throne. With what I have planned for the Empire I'll need all the help I can get. Be it intellectually or Physically."
At the mention of the Royal form he blinked. He closed his eyes for a moment, trying to remember such a thing. It was mentioned in one of the archive books he read. But it wasn't the form that really got his attention. He opened his eyes. "I see." He spoke. "Thats interesting to hear. I hope you use that power well, and not on those whom would trust you..." He motioned to the earth around them. "Such as this planet or any other that had no ill will towards you. I doubt you read my records, But I'm not one for collateral damage. A planet can't work well if its peoples and economy are destroyed..."
His attention then turned to Jishu. "That honestly comes down to the individual. I personally don't like Saiyans because of what they did. However that doesn't mean I can't be Civil or Rational around them." He frowned. "I have a saiyan friend actually. His name is Rafar. He has incredible potential, and fights with ferocity. Better yet..... He hates his own kind." Retsu chuckled for a moment. "He and I have trained and sparred many a time, and should he still be here on earth, I will perhaps go a few rounds with him. However I also must seek out Agent Vroze...."
His focus then returned to Wyntre as she spoke of her own thoughts on the matter, nodding to himself. "Another thing we agree on." However at the mention of food he smiled. "Oh good. I almost forgot why I came to earth. The food!" He'd follow behind Wyntre, rubbing his hands together. "I cannot tell you how awful some other races food is. Earth seems to make the best kind."
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Post by Jishu Hofferson on Sept 13, 2017 13:59:40 GMT
Jishu blinked as they seemed to know one another quite well, the six foot tall Android raising her eyebrows at the secret Wyntre disclosed, quite shocked the former empress would disclose such a thing. She couldn't help but agree with Retsu on the grounds of hoping the white space lizard didn't hurt those who held no ill will. She chuckled quietly at them as they spoke, talking about the food place nearby and wanting to get some food.
"No thanks, miss Wyntre. And to you too, I don't need to refuel and I feel like I intrude on Private manners, so I'm going to leave if you don't mind. Enjoy the nasty smelling food, yeah?" She'd stretch and begin to head in the opposite direction, but not before she said something back. "My scouter number is 500601, if you need to contact me for some reason let me know." Despite knowing confidential AE information, she was attempting to take a casual walk away with valuable information.
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Post by Wyntre Cold on Sept 14, 2017 9:30:17 GMT
"If you were to do so, your position would be firmly tied to that of a tyrant." That was one of the lessons of Vetur, Wyntre's father, that she took to heart: killing is sometimes necessary and more often beneficial, but never do so when it could be used against you by someone you don't want dead. But, then again, even if his rule was successful, Vetur was never particularly known to be clever.
"The people have respect for the Cold lineage, of which I am the last remaining member." Well, there were the cadet branches, but they didn't really count. "Besides, many still view me as the Empress. My perceived flaw is that I did not do enough to consolidate an alliance with earth, yet the truth is that I had done more to strengthen our relations more than any of the past Emperors would have been able to do. With my lineage, wit, power and the contexts surrounding me... it's almost like it's meant to be." Wyntre looked at Retsu more seriously. She didn't want to make enemies, certainly, but she didn't want to lie... and to say that she did not intend to become Empress once again was to lie. "Either way, I'm sure we can benefit from each other regardless of our positions." And, in this regard, Wyntre did not want to be made a liar of.
"I have no intention of destroying the Earth. I'd much sooner defend it than attack it." She sounded almost offended. "This planet's people have done me no ill," despite all of the ills it had done her, "despite its abysmal culture and its abhorrent cuisine that you've found yourself so enamored by."
Wyntre didn't much mind disclosing the sort of information she had given away. She had half the mind to broadcast the fact that she had attained the Royal Form across the entire galaxy but had decided that not doing so (or at least waiting so that it could be done at a later time) was for the best. Indeed, similarly, her views weren't exactly unknown. Either way, Wyntre wasn't particularly worried about divulging information. "500601. Understood." Wyntre's scouter's artificial intelligence had picked up that scouter number and recorded it for potential future use. "It has been a pleasure, Jishu. Perhaps we will meet again... but, for now, farewell." Although, honestly, Wyntre could not see a reason why she'd need to contact Jishu in the future.
"Lord Retsu, you're bound to be disappointed. This is hardly McBao's," she said, nearly at the restaurant, now unaccompanied with the android,"this is a place of Sushei-jin culture. Frankly, I don't understand how you can stand the mass-produced sludge consumed by most of the planet's native popul—"
But, as they neared, Wyntre realized that it was she who was bound to be disappointed...
Those aren't Sushei-jin.
Indeed, they weren't. Rather, they were just humans in biologically-inaccurate and hammy Sushei-jin costumes. Wyntre noted that the sushi itself did not appear to have been imported at all; it was just normal sushi dyed with strange colors and put on alien-looking (but in no way authentic) plates.
"—ation. Fine, Retsu. Isn't this what you wanted? We'll eat Earth food." She looked around the 'restaurant'. "Don't direct attention to yourself," she said to the dark alien in the floral shirt, "we wouldn't want anyone to confuse us for staff-members."
She went over and took a seat at one of the further away benches, expecting Retsu to sit in the one next to it. "You've become acclimated to ingesting this dross, haven't you? What would you recommend?"
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Post by Lord Retsu on Sept 16, 2017 8:17:17 GMT
"Our species and Tyrants go hand in hand, unfortunately." He muttered. "Be it one of our own species, or the damnable saiyans that pride themselves on causing as much damage as possible..." He let out a sigh. "Such a wasteful species...."
"Respect is one thing, Lady Wyntre. However past actions may still weigh heavily on the minds of those affected by the destruction of Arcose. And while I don't believe it was entirely your fault, the public, the masses... They always look for someone to blame." He brought his arms behind his back as he walked beside her. He looked her up and down once more before speaking up. "Power is not everything. And neither is having royal blood. You must have intelligence... A plan... That is not to say you aren't intelligent. Far from it. You are quite bright." He frowned. "But we must be cautious in our approach. As it stands Arcose is a shadow of its former self, and it always will be unless we all do something about it. That is where I come in. I have a plan, but unfortunately I can't put it into place unless I am the head of our once great empire."
He'd quietly listen to her words of Earth and nod. "We share in that mindset. Earth is an asset. Something to aid us in our time of need. However, I don't agree with what you think of their culture. Half of the fun of earth is its culture. By denying yourself enjoyment of it, your only really experiencing a very small margin of it's greatness."
He didn't even really notice Jishu leaving, she hadn't added too much to the conversation. He just kind of waved her off as he followed Wyntre.
He frowned at Wyntre's distaste for Earth's cuisine. "I'll have you know, McBaos is something that tastes far better than some of the things we have back on Arcose. I've eaten at a lot of planets, and Earth's food has always been the best."
He followed her into the shop and froze when he saw what was going on. There was a moment of just pure shock, that quickly came down as Retsu burst out laughing. He hugged his gut and just laughed. "THIS IS THE BEST!" He laughed. "ITS LIKE THE START TO A BAD JOKE!" If he didn't have his tail, he'd most likely be on his back laughing. In fact he was laughing so hard it was starting to hurt. "T-Two Emperors walk into a sushi bar!"
The laughing went on for a good few minutes before he eventually calmed down, wiping a tear from his eye. He came to sit across from Wyntre before letting out a relieved sigh. "Oh my I needed a good laugh like that.... The Stress of Politics and the like really weighs one down..." He stared at Wyntre for a moment. "...Not that laughing is a common arcosian trait." He frowned and got a tad bit serious. "...Why is that? Are we just born without an innate sense of humor? I suppose I developed mine while lording over my planet, but before then I don't think I've ever laughed... or smiled for that matter."
He looked over the menu then back to Wyntre. "I have no idea. This is my first taste attempting sushi. I didn't get to try it last time I was here."
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Post by Wyntre Cold on Sept 17, 2017 5:55:20 GMT
"The public can be swayed. They have been swayed by lies and misinformation and they will be swayed again, this time by the truth." And she hoped that it would stay that way. "I have been planning ever since I died, Retsu. Even before my heart was pierced, I was wondering and planning. I know what to do. I know what has to be done." Although, she really didn't like what Retsu was insinuating.
"I have an open mind. I have studied cultures, societies and religions across the stars. It is because of this deep knowledge of how cultures are formed and the ways in which they may be compared that I can confidently say that much of the Earthling culture is asinine." Clearly, she wasn't a fan. "One only needs to watch their television to figure that out." As for their cuisine... Wyntre wasn't a fan in the strongest of terms.
Wyntre gave a very deep and very audible sigh.
As Retsu laughed and laughed, people looked at the two Arcosians more and more. This was precisely what Wyntre had sought to avoid... quickly, mostly so as to avoid attention, she sat down and seemed to suppress her Power Level even more as some way to feel more hidden. "Arcosians evolved in very harsh conditions, as you have by no doubt faced yourself. Humour doesn't last very long in an environment that are actively trying to kill you." Of course, that didn't mean that Arcosians had no humour— many were known to have hired jesters and fools. Whether or not they were effective was another matter entirely. "We are a serious species, yes. But, I suppose one could say that it is to our benefit." Wyntre had always been a smiler. Well, no, that wasn't true as such— she had always been a smirker. She had stopped the practice after the Sacking and her murder but was slowly getting back into it.
The restaurant was centered around a sushi train. Sushi (and other types of food) were placed on plates (the color of which denoted its cost) as they moved around the restaurant. "You haven't had any sushi, then?" Her tone of voice was jokingly mocking. "I suppose you've 'only really experienced a very small margin' of Earth's culture's 'greatness', then."
She picked out a simple option: fish on rice. The fish was very clearly salmon, but one might have been thrown off by the sickly green dye that had been forced into it. Similarly, the rice was an odd shade of burgundy. With a single, slight bite, she noted that it tasted just like what one would expect of sushi. For her, it was a good option: she knew what salmon tasted like and she knew what rice tasted like, so it was less likely that she be disappointed by something zaningly human.
"Of course, with our motives as they are, we are at an impasse of sorts. You want to become the Emperor once again and to have my support. I want to become the Empress once again and to have your support. And so, unless we become Emperor and Empress together, something I'm not particularly keen on, one of us will have to be disappointed."
She took another small bite out of her sushi. She was ignoring the soy sauce entirely.
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Post by Lord Retsu on Sept 18, 2017 4:51:56 GMT
"Well you aren't wrong. The public can indeed be swayed..." He said wit ha nod. "Oh really? Well please enlighten me to these plans. I'd feel more confident in your rule if I knew what was going to be asked of me, as a General." He looked her up and down before speaking once more. "And to those who currently sit in the throne. Are you going to kill them? Cast them aside? While I'm not above it, as I killed Abzerute to take over, I would suggest perhaps not doing so. We don't need any Arcosian blood on our own hands.."
He'd listen to her speak about her thoughts on earth before speaking up. "It may be Asinine. But the people here are genuinely happy. They enjoy the short life they are given to the best of their ability. And quite honestly, I believe the Arcosian people could learn to appreciate what they have from these people. Humans, Earth. Their culture, their lives. Its.... Honestly its quite moving really." He frowned. "We, not unlike the saiyans, are always so focused on war, and conquering... We never take a step back to look at the lives we may be affecting. Our actions have consequences, no matter how small."
He stared at her as he spoke before sighing softly. "I... don't know what Arcose you grew up on. But my short time living on Arcose was quite pleasant. I was only there for fifteen or so years. After that I was shipped off to conquer planet after planet..." He crossed his arms. "The Arcosian military is quite nice actually."
He looked over the sushi train, before taking a plate of Unagi. He looked it over then shrugged. He looked to her. "If you expect someone to learn everything about a single planet after one visit, you must have very very high standards...." He shrugged, before taking a piece of the sushi and popping it into his mouth. He chewed before his eyes widened. He seemed to be stunned for a moment before he shuttered and shook. "...This.... This is the most delicious thing I've ever eaten..."
He quickly downed the rest of the sushi before letting out a sigh as he swallowed the last bite. He looked to her as she spoke once more, a frown coming across his face. "If you are suggesting an arranged Marriage, I'm flattered but we both know that wouldn't work out for any party involved." He made a face. "Besides the idea of marriage is off putting..."
He thought for a moment. "Perhaps we should try what the humans use. An election system based upon votes of the people." He nodded. "That way the people could decide who they wanted to lead. We could have debates, argue amongst one another over who is the best and who isn't...." The more he spoke the more he disliked the idea. "Actually, lets not do that. It sounds like a chaotic mess."
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