It was a miracle that Zerori caught wind of this event through the grapevine of other fighters corralling around in Hell. When she was approached by a prospective sponsor, it gave her great joy to flip them the biggest bird possible. Hell no was she going to join ANOTHER tournament and possibly suffer a fiasco like last time because of her short temper. Besides, she had other things in the works so participating in a tournament was just a waste of time for her.
Watching, however, when she got the time was another beast entirely. As she walked the stands, coming to a stop just before the rails, she leaned over them to observe the fight between Zucceta and a rather red-looking woman in armor. She couldn't put her finger on it but, if she had to guess, she'd bet money on her being a majin. Zerori scoffed, a conflicting distaste for the species welling up in her throat, "I'm not rooting for Zucc, not at all," She muttered sarcastically with an amused smirk.
Occasionally, her gaze would move from fighter to fighter that also spectate - observing and making some notes as she did so.
Jala yawn, groggily and head out, stumbling. She was wearing her earthling clothes as she called them. A loose fitting shirt that read ‘I Lova Bao!’, some pants, and a pair of running shoes. She had watch on and it was for her jumpsuit, if she ever needed it. She had her scouter on incase anything popped up.
“Hm?” she lazily looked toward the super powered fighter who was watching the fights. She didn’t see her in an tournament fights, so Jala suspected she was just a spectator. “Hey, I haven’t seen you in the fights. You a spectator? Bit surprised with you being a Saiya-jin and all.” Jala said, motioning to Zeroi’s tail as Jala’s lazily waved.
“You a full Saiya-jin or half breed? Your energy feels a bit weird to be a pure Saiya-jin.”
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From her posture against the rails, Zerori looked up at the woman the addressed her – casually dressed and groggy-faced, she assumed this one just woke up from a nap. At her question, Zerori just gave a non-committal shrug before she looked back at the fight, “That’s because I chose not to. Waste my time, honestly and being a Saiyan has nothing to do with it,” She retorted. Reaching up toward her shoulder, Zerori would attempt to wave a hand over her circuit before she stopped.
That’s right… she lost that a long time ago. “Tch,” She hissed, turning her body around to lean her hip against the rail with a sour expression. No smoking, then – Fine. Despite her foul mood, Zerori shrugged at the question that seemed to get ALL the time and grinned, “Nothing about me is pure, friend but since you’re curious; Demon. That’s the other half.” With a sigh, she admitted with uncharacteristic passive aggressiveness as she held the bar just a little too tightly - denting it between her fingers in the process, “And that half really needs a fucking smoke.”
“Waste of time? Oh yeah, you half breeds don’t have the itch us purebloods got, or at least not as much as us from what I’ve seen. So, nothing about you is pure huh? Interesting. Your sounding more and more fun~!” she said, with a laugh, winking at the hybrid.
She’d grab her capule in her pocket and toss it down, opening it and grabbing 2 pack of cigarettes and a couple beers. She held an unopened pack out to Zerori and put two beers by her feet while opening and grabbing a cigarette from her pack and lighting it. “So what’s your name? The name’s Jala.”
With a chuckle, Zerori accepted the offered pack and quickly ripped a cigarette out and popped it in her mouth. She paused at the drink set by her feet, looking between it and the woman before she gave a wide grin, "I'm starting to like you, new friend," With a wink, Zerori brought a hand up to her face and snapped her fingers. With a magical spark, a black flame was lit upon her finger and Zerori responsibility used it to light her gift. She had gotten used to the change in her flames years ago, her energy having started acclimating to her demonic side from being in hell so long.
She answered after a long drag, a silly half smile on her face, "Zerori. And pleasure to meet ya, Jala," In her now completely changed good mood, she held out a hand in greeting. "I highly doubt you've heard of me after all these years but if you have, don't worry," She puffed out an odd shape before continuing, almost wistfully, "-I've chilled out a lot."
“Ha. Thanks,” she said, watching the hybrid curiously when she made the flame appear and chalked it up to the magic stuff she’s seen. “I’m guessing that’s some magic? Has to be, ain’t seen no ki do that. Damn, you're lucky. I tried that magic stuff. I guess I wasn’t cut out for it. Just… Couldn’t control it.” she said, remembering the lessons she took from the man in hell. She learned enough to rip a hole in hell temporarily, and that was it.
“Zeiror?... Zerori? Ah, that’s it.” she said, having a bit of trouble in pronouncing the odd sounding name. He grasped her hand and had a confused look, not exactly sure what the lady meant. “Do you mean we met before? ‘Cause I sure as hell don’t remember you… Or are known for other reasons?” Jala asked, now a bit curious. “Heh. Chill out. I’ve got learn how to do that.” Apologies for time, but stuff had come up so a bit harder to post, but I now can post once more. Zerori
Bring them peace and they complain about your methods, but give them public executions and call it entertainment, they'll love you for it. He stood in the stands watching as two fighters tried their best to maim each other, and the crowd cheered, the crowd screamed, what kind of sick world do we live in that we'd give wishes to the person with the biggest stick. Should they not test the heart and substance of their characters, rewarding those who would use it most wisely?
Of course not. It wasn't that kind of world.
"You know-" he approached the two figures, he wore a pair of slacks and a white shirt with the crude caption of Super Shemha taking a bite out of a planet, with the following written below it 'disregard & consume'. It was the kind of shirt that could start fights, not only was it offensive but worst yet it was tacky. "it's funny. Really, when you get right down to it." this was the line of thinking that philosophers pondered all day, 'what's it really all about', and people did their best to ignore them. The arrangement had worked for centuries.
"People are gonna beat each other to bloody pulp and their gonna give one of them a wish, a lion is plenty strong and dangerous but I wouldn't give one a wish." he removed a fat cigar and stuck it between his lip's only turning to give Zerori a look that said 'ha, mine's bigger'.
"The name's Mammon." the cigar thrummed with power before the end exploded into a tongue of fire, smoke rolled out and the demon drew it in. "Pleasure to meet you Zerori." he turned to Jala and inclined his head, smoke rolled out of his mouth like waves breaking on a shore. "I remember you, we spoke in the fighter's barracks. Yeah, when I went to catch up with my good friend Chai. How's the tournament treating you?"
He leaned over the railing watching as the fighters below scored hits on each other, wincing as one made contact. "Oo, looks like that one hurt." he moved to face the halfling offering her a hungry grin that displayed his canines in all the pearly white glory. "Who do you think is gonna win?"