Post by Vennel on Jun 14, 2015 7:57:49 GMT
[Heavy-Weights On]
The air was filled with the scent of alcohol and stale sweat, in a bar down in the Radittsu district. The sign out front had the "quaint" name of, "The Thirst-Class," making reference to it's frequent patrons who were of the third class, who drank their earnings away. Vennel was cloaked in her weighted cloak, for both the fact it lowered her percieved powere level, and the fact it would hide her usually flamboyent armor colorations. But she was also trying something new as well, suppressing her power level, something she'd never been capable of doing, but had never had more a desire to wash away into the crowd. Her power level, as of her scouter's recent reading was around one-thousand, and she was alright with that, though it did have some stability issues spiking up or down a few hundred points every now and again.
[Suppression [SU1] Learned]
As she pushed her way into the bar's swinging double doors, the din of arguments, conversations, boasts, and more filled her ears and drowned out a lot of her woes. Being here again, was a nostalgic sort of feeling, one that reminded her of before this big mess she'd found herself in. When all she had to worry about was finding a new mission, putting food on her table, and spending what credits she had left over here at the bar, participating in boasts of her own triumphs as well. As she approached the bar, there was an empty stool betwixt two saiyans, one to the left conversing with his fellows and one on the right who seemed to be keeping to himself. Both were garbed ins tandard armors for low class warriors, though the one on the right had some blue accents rather than the typical gold or browns used in most armors.
Vennel walked up to the bar stool, and sat herself on it, hunching her back so that she was resting her fore arms on the bar. The bar tender came toward her, wearing a pauldron-less, and a noticable lack of a right Cuisse, giving it an asymmetric appearance.
"What'll it be?"
He said in a gruff tone, as he stood opposite of her on the other end of the bar, a mug in his hand as he had his hand wrapped in a cloth, polishing the glass mug. Vennel took in his appearance before scanning the displayed bottles of alcohol that came from all corners of the Saiyan Empire and even some regions that lay outside it's borders, and found they had one brand of whisky that she was fond of.
"Tadeban Scotch, triple, dry."
Was her succinct response. It was a scotch imported from one of the Empire's many vassal planets, Planet Malt, known for it's fine imported liquors. Tabedan was typically a very pricey brand, one that the average Saiyan couldn't afford, though it was likely held in stock here in case someone had a lot of credits to blow on such fineries for some reason or another. She'd usually saved it for celebrations, after particularly notable victories, but right now, she wanted it because of the drunk it gave.
Upon hearing her response the bar tended rose an eyebrow at her, and leaned in, setting his mug down.
"Not for nothin', but pardon me if I don't think you can afford that."
Vennel slid out a large credit chit, the number displayed on it causing the bar tender's other eyebrow to meet the other in a genuine look of surprise.
"Very well. Coming up."
He reached out and grabbed the chit, and pocketed it, before turning around to fix Vennel's drink. However, the bartender wasn't the only one to find Vennel's request peculiar. The Saiyan to her right looked over at her, and as the bartender served Vennel's drink in a small glass, filled almost to the brim of the fine liquor, he caught the former Queen's hand as she reached out to grab it. If there was anything Vennel wasn't in the mood for, it was something like this.
"What makes you think a low class like you has cause to drink something like Tabedan?"
He growled at her through his teeth. Glancing over at him, she could see clearly his bearded face as his large arm clenched firmly around her wrist. Her scouter began to process his power level, and came back with an abysmally low number, at least, compared to her, of three-thousand. Which, for the average warrior of lower classes, was actually fairly high.
"You think you're better than us, just because you have some creds to spend?"
Vennel wasn't too pleased with what had happened to her recently, and this man interrupting her drinking was not adding to it in a very positive way. The bar seemed to quiet down as a wave of silence seemed to ripple out from them, as most seemed to be catching on to the beginings of a brawl. Bar brawls weren't uncommon here, in fact they happened quite often. But Vennel was here to drink in peace, and nothing and no one was going to get in her way of that.
Vennel reached out with her other hand and gripped the man's hand, her power level jumping up to eight-thousand, as she gripped his hand tightly with her hand, and peeling it back with one swift motion. The act alone brought out a cry of pain from the Saiyan warrior.
"I am better than you, but my credits have nothing to do with that."
Her reply was short and sweet, but it seemed that the Saiyan was not alone in his thought, as another came up behind her and pulled the cowl of her cloak back, as he threw an arm around her neck to try and keep her in place. Was this really happening, she thought? Her face was revealed which caused the former Saiyan, who she'd nearly broken the hand of, approached her with a sneer on his face.
"Well, if it isn't the little 'super saiyan' Queen. Now you have to slum with the rest of us. What, you were a Queen for how long? A few days? Yeah we heard about your little fight, but word is you went down like a bitch."
Typical. She'd expected a reaction like this. She didn't expect the comment about a "super saiyan," though, she seemed to be getting that quite a bit lately, but didn't understand for the life of her why. A Super Saiyan was a thing of legend, maybe her power was that impressive? But she was no Super Saiyan, as no Saiyan was. It was just a legend, nothing but. A Super Saiyan was a warrior without peer, and she clearly had far too many peers, and those stronger than her. So the comment alone was enough to infuriate her. And, she wasn't in the mood for a fight, or this bull shit. She let her power suppression fade before jerking her had backwards, and smacking the Saiyan behind her in the face with power capable of breaking bones, that sent him crumpling to his knees before. And, in the blink of an eye, she was upon the first who'd disturbed her, her hand around his neck.
[Zanzoken/After Image [SU3] Learned]
The pressure of her hand was crushing his windpipe as she stared into his eyes coldly, her muscle mass bulking up to several time's it's normal size as her power surged. The look in his eyes as he was on the verge of suffocation was one she'd remember for some time.
"If there is an after life, I hope you realize that you brought this upon yourself, when you arrive there."
And just as soon as she'd finished speaking, her fist clenched down around the man's throat. The gut wrenching sound as the man's life was chocked out of him, the labored gasping for air that would never come, before she placed her palm over his head, and ignited her hand with ki that swallowed the man whole. The quick burst was controlled, enough to take him out, but not enough to do too much harm to the surrounding area. What was left, as the energy and light faded, was a charred husk of a Saiyan that fell to the ground, the ashy remains separating into a clump of dust. The rest of the bar stared in horror at the display. The other, who's face was bloodied scurried back, reeling from the display of power, before Vennel's muscles contracted, returning to their normal size as she approached the bar once more, and grasped her drink.
[Bulking [SU2] & Power Weighted [SU3] Learned]
Lifting the drink up, she threw her head back, downing the strong alcoholic content before slamming the glass back down. The entire bar was silent, watching the Saiyan as she finished her drink. Was that really it? Was she done? Who would have thought the former Queen was here, and that she'd so much power to do away with two of the strongest warriors this side of the Radittsu district as if they were nothing.
It occurred to Vennel that her actions had disturbed the natural order of the bar. It wasn't her concern, though she'd appreciate the privacy, as that was what she was there for in the first place.
"As you all were."
She said, in a matter-of-fact tone, as if what she'd just done wasn't out of the ordinary at all. The patrons of the Thirst-Class resumed their activities, tentatively, most derailed from their train of thought, others more concerned about talking about what just happened. Vennel didn't care, though, the din of conversation had begun once again, and that was fine for her. She flagged down a shocked bartender once more. Her hand motion a casual wave, that managed to snap him out of his delirium.
"Get me another."
She ordered a repeat of the previous drink, to which the bartender just nodded slightly.
"Here you are.... on... the house."
He said, his voice quivering after watching one of his regulars wasted in a simple display of power, and another taken out in a single head-butt. He produced the drink, sliding it down the bar to her, not wanting to approach too close to what had shown itself to be a murder-happy customer. Vennel's eyebrow quriked up, confused that it was on the house.
"Nonsense."
She replied, producing another credit chit, and sliding it down the bar. She downed her drink again; it was time to move on, apparently, the mood of the bar had been spoiled. Standing from the stool, she pulled the cowl of her cloak back over her head, and stepped over the writhing body of the Saiyan who'd been sent to the floor from her head butt. Vennel made her way towards the entrace, pushing the double doors open and heading down the street, suppressing her power again.
At the very least, she wasn't going to take the taunts of the other Saiyans sitting down. But she needed to think on what Zucceta had spoken to her about. It's true, she'd agreed to follow her, but only in so far as any Saiyan followed their monarch, until the day they strove for the throne again. But did Vennel even want the throne anymore? The title came with respect, sure, but it's duties were more a burden than anything for her, and she'd only taken it because she was fed up with the ministry's pathetic circus of politics. Perhaps Zucceta was more suited to it, or perhaps she didn't know what she was in for. But, it sure seemed she had a handle on things. And, perhaps that was for the best. As long as she ruled as a true Saiyan, Vennel had no desire to take the throne from her. Time would tell, but for now, Vennel had to come to terms with the shame that she now had to bare.
So on the defeated Queen walked, in search of another bar to quietly drink herself into unconsciousness, so that she could sleep off the recent events that had transpired.
The air was filled with the scent of alcohol and stale sweat, in a bar down in the Radittsu district. The sign out front had the "quaint" name of, "The Thirst-Class," making reference to it's frequent patrons who were of the third class, who drank their earnings away. Vennel was cloaked in her weighted cloak, for both the fact it lowered her percieved powere level, and the fact it would hide her usually flamboyent armor colorations. But she was also trying something new as well, suppressing her power level, something she'd never been capable of doing, but had never had more a desire to wash away into the crowd. Her power level, as of her scouter's recent reading was around one-thousand, and she was alright with that, though it did have some stability issues spiking up or down a few hundred points every now and again.
[Suppression [SU1] Learned]
As she pushed her way into the bar's swinging double doors, the din of arguments, conversations, boasts, and more filled her ears and drowned out a lot of her woes. Being here again, was a nostalgic sort of feeling, one that reminded her of before this big mess she'd found herself in. When all she had to worry about was finding a new mission, putting food on her table, and spending what credits she had left over here at the bar, participating in boasts of her own triumphs as well. As she approached the bar, there was an empty stool betwixt two saiyans, one to the left conversing with his fellows and one on the right who seemed to be keeping to himself. Both were garbed ins tandard armors for low class warriors, though the one on the right had some blue accents rather than the typical gold or browns used in most armors.
Vennel walked up to the bar stool, and sat herself on it, hunching her back so that she was resting her fore arms on the bar. The bar tender came toward her, wearing a pauldron-less, and a noticable lack of a right Cuisse, giving it an asymmetric appearance.
"What'll it be?"
He said in a gruff tone, as he stood opposite of her on the other end of the bar, a mug in his hand as he had his hand wrapped in a cloth, polishing the glass mug. Vennel took in his appearance before scanning the displayed bottles of alcohol that came from all corners of the Saiyan Empire and even some regions that lay outside it's borders, and found they had one brand of whisky that she was fond of.
"Tadeban Scotch, triple, dry."
Was her succinct response. It was a scotch imported from one of the Empire's many vassal planets, Planet Malt, known for it's fine imported liquors. Tabedan was typically a very pricey brand, one that the average Saiyan couldn't afford, though it was likely held in stock here in case someone had a lot of credits to blow on such fineries for some reason or another. She'd usually saved it for celebrations, after particularly notable victories, but right now, she wanted it because of the drunk it gave.
Upon hearing her response the bar tended rose an eyebrow at her, and leaned in, setting his mug down.
"Not for nothin', but pardon me if I don't think you can afford that."
Vennel slid out a large credit chit, the number displayed on it causing the bar tender's other eyebrow to meet the other in a genuine look of surprise.
"Very well. Coming up."
He reached out and grabbed the chit, and pocketed it, before turning around to fix Vennel's drink. However, the bartender wasn't the only one to find Vennel's request peculiar. The Saiyan to her right looked over at her, and as the bartender served Vennel's drink in a small glass, filled almost to the brim of the fine liquor, he caught the former Queen's hand as she reached out to grab it. If there was anything Vennel wasn't in the mood for, it was something like this.
"What makes you think a low class like you has cause to drink something like Tabedan?"
He growled at her through his teeth. Glancing over at him, she could see clearly his bearded face as his large arm clenched firmly around her wrist. Her scouter began to process his power level, and came back with an abysmally low number, at least, compared to her, of three-thousand. Which, for the average warrior of lower classes, was actually fairly high.
"You think you're better than us, just because you have some creds to spend?"
Vennel wasn't too pleased with what had happened to her recently, and this man interrupting her drinking was not adding to it in a very positive way. The bar seemed to quiet down as a wave of silence seemed to ripple out from them, as most seemed to be catching on to the beginings of a brawl. Bar brawls weren't uncommon here, in fact they happened quite often. But Vennel was here to drink in peace, and nothing and no one was going to get in her way of that.
Vennel reached out with her other hand and gripped the man's hand, her power level jumping up to eight-thousand, as she gripped his hand tightly with her hand, and peeling it back with one swift motion. The act alone brought out a cry of pain from the Saiyan warrior.
"I am better than you, but my credits have nothing to do with that."
Her reply was short and sweet, but it seemed that the Saiyan was not alone in his thought, as another came up behind her and pulled the cowl of her cloak back, as he threw an arm around her neck to try and keep her in place. Was this really happening, she thought? Her face was revealed which caused the former Saiyan, who she'd nearly broken the hand of, approached her with a sneer on his face.
"Well, if it isn't the little 'super saiyan' Queen. Now you have to slum with the rest of us. What, you were a Queen for how long? A few days? Yeah we heard about your little fight, but word is you went down like a bitch."
Typical. She'd expected a reaction like this. She didn't expect the comment about a "super saiyan," though, she seemed to be getting that quite a bit lately, but didn't understand for the life of her why. A Super Saiyan was a thing of legend, maybe her power was that impressive? But she was no Super Saiyan, as no Saiyan was. It was just a legend, nothing but. A Super Saiyan was a warrior without peer, and she clearly had far too many peers, and those stronger than her. So the comment alone was enough to infuriate her. And, she wasn't in the mood for a fight, or this bull shit. She let her power suppression fade before jerking her had backwards, and smacking the Saiyan behind her in the face with power capable of breaking bones, that sent him crumpling to his knees before. And, in the blink of an eye, she was upon the first who'd disturbed her, her hand around his neck.
[Zanzoken/After Image [SU3] Learned]
The pressure of her hand was crushing his windpipe as she stared into his eyes coldly, her muscle mass bulking up to several time's it's normal size as her power surged. The look in his eyes as he was on the verge of suffocation was one she'd remember for some time.
"If there is an after life, I hope you realize that you brought this upon yourself, when you arrive there."
And just as soon as she'd finished speaking, her fist clenched down around the man's throat. The gut wrenching sound as the man's life was chocked out of him, the labored gasping for air that would never come, before she placed her palm over his head, and ignited her hand with ki that swallowed the man whole. The quick burst was controlled, enough to take him out, but not enough to do too much harm to the surrounding area. What was left, as the energy and light faded, was a charred husk of a Saiyan that fell to the ground, the ashy remains separating into a clump of dust. The rest of the bar stared in horror at the display. The other, who's face was bloodied scurried back, reeling from the display of power, before Vennel's muscles contracted, returning to their normal size as she approached the bar once more, and grasped her drink.
[Bulking [SU2] & Power Weighted [SU3] Learned]
Lifting the drink up, she threw her head back, downing the strong alcoholic content before slamming the glass back down. The entire bar was silent, watching the Saiyan as she finished her drink. Was that really it? Was she done? Who would have thought the former Queen was here, and that she'd so much power to do away with two of the strongest warriors this side of the Radittsu district as if they were nothing.
It occurred to Vennel that her actions had disturbed the natural order of the bar. It wasn't her concern, though she'd appreciate the privacy, as that was what she was there for in the first place.
"As you all were."
She said, in a matter-of-fact tone, as if what she'd just done wasn't out of the ordinary at all. The patrons of the Thirst-Class resumed their activities, tentatively, most derailed from their train of thought, others more concerned about talking about what just happened. Vennel didn't care, though, the din of conversation had begun once again, and that was fine for her. She flagged down a shocked bartender once more. Her hand motion a casual wave, that managed to snap him out of his delirium.
"Get me another."
She ordered a repeat of the previous drink, to which the bartender just nodded slightly.
"Here you are.... on... the house."
He said, his voice quivering after watching one of his regulars wasted in a simple display of power, and another taken out in a single head-butt. He produced the drink, sliding it down the bar to her, not wanting to approach too close to what had shown itself to be a murder-happy customer. Vennel's eyebrow quriked up, confused that it was on the house.
"Nonsense."
She replied, producing another credit chit, and sliding it down the bar. She downed her drink again; it was time to move on, apparently, the mood of the bar had been spoiled. Standing from the stool, she pulled the cowl of her cloak back over her head, and stepped over the writhing body of the Saiyan who'd been sent to the floor from her head butt. Vennel made her way towards the entrace, pushing the double doors open and heading down the street, suppressing her power again.
At the very least, she wasn't going to take the taunts of the other Saiyans sitting down. But she needed to think on what Zucceta had spoken to her about. It's true, she'd agreed to follow her, but only in so far as any Saiyan followed their monarch, until the day they strove for the throne again. But did Vennel even want the throne anymore? The title came with respect, sure, but it's duties were more a burden than anything for her, and she'd only taken it because she was fed up with the ministry's pathetic circus of politics. Perhaps Zucceta was more suited to it, or perhaps she didn't know what she was in for. But, it sure seemed she had a handle on things. And, perhaps that was for the best. As long as she ruled as a true Saiyan, Vennel had no desire to take the throne from her. Time would tell, but for now, Vennel had to come to terms with the shame that she now had to bare.
So on the defeated Queen walked, in search of another bar to quietly drink herself into unconsciousness, so that she could sleep off the recent events that had transpired.