Post by Reiko on Apr 8, 2014 23:12:28 GMT
Reiko no longer needed to drink, in fact she couldn’t anymore. She had already grown to accept this years ago, among many other things since had lost her human form. She would still find other reasons to occasionally visit a bar: atmosphere, nostalgia, company, and music. The later in particular was especially important after the loss of three of her five senses. As she entered the dive, Vixen's Lounge, she ignored any looks she was being give, or any comments made about her, growing used to sticking out like a sore thumb. Instead, she darted directly to the jukebox, making sure the building was filled with the magical properties of the funk, and all was ready to be well with the world. The ritual was done, she had set herself to be more confident, and thus she was finally ready to scan the place out.
Someone caught Reiko’s eye, a young man. At first she noticed he had red hair and striking green eyes, framed with a handsome face, particularly a strong jaw. It didn’t hurt that he seemed fit and sharply dressed. He was hardly more than half Reiko’s age, if that, maybe not really belonging in Vixen's Lounge at all. To top it all off, he was with three other guys who didn’t’ really seem up to snuff, which made this specimen seem that much better in comparison to his company. Clearly, Reiko still enjoyed male company, and even if she could act on the impulse like she used to, that at least wasn’t going to stop her for buying the stud a drink.
“Hello there, I’m Reiko,” She chimed in a friendly tone, energetic even. “And is that a Dark and Stormy? That’s my favorite cocktail! Mind if I get you another one? I always thought kids liked their drinks sweet, but damn, you got taste.”
“Jeez, they have robot waitresses here now?” The young man said aside to his friend, completely ignore Reiko. “That’s pretty creepy!”
“And it looks ancient too; doesn’t even look like a person. It’s ugly.” One of the young man’s friends commented. Reiko balled up her fist at that, but regained her composure and focus before she got herself in trouble. Besides, the beat wasn’t right for that kind of thing, and if he said anything else, it’d be best to wait till he left the bar before thrashing him.
“What? You think I work… Hun,” Reiko said she put her left hand on the young man’s shoulder, “you have it have it all wrong. I simply want to chaaa-” The arm from the elbow down separated itself from her, drooped for a second on the young man’s chest, leading him to scream, and finally landed on the floor with a loud thud. Reiko cursed, the bent down, and picked up the limb immediately. Something apparently was loose, and she'd have to Koji and get it looked at. She stared at the young man and his friends who were either silent with shock or incomprehensible with panic or rum. She tried to speak again, but nothing came out. She retried herself into a corner of the bar in shame. However, she was not allowed to brood on her failure for very long. In fact, she hardly had enough time to reattach her arm and tighten it.
“I what now?! I don't lose. You don't know you're talking to. I'm Barry Black, a saiyan warrrior! Now just give me my money.” The man had long black hair, was shirtless with tattoos on his chest, a robot right arm, and a brown tail around wrapped around his shorts like a belt. He was lifting an old man by the throat, lifting him off the floor.
Though Reiko was unaware at the time, Barry Black wasn’t really a saiyan, but the half human bastard son of one. And on top of that, one who was making this ruckus over a mere card game. Reiko wasn't sure this was the type of man who'd listen to reason, and as little as she knew about Saiyans, knew a bar full of plenty of innocent people was hardly the best place for one to get violent. She had to do something, and quick.
“Get out of the way, now!” Reiko shouted, her eyes flowing red, ready for an eye beam that she luckily didn't have to fire. The message got out. At that, she quickly approached Barry, and planted a side kick on him. He dropped the man and went flying out of Vixen's Lounge, only making the entrance slightly bigger with two holes in the wall in shape of his arms, and well, shattering the entire door. “Oh yeah!” Reiko shouted that and fist pumped in a sort of cathartic release: she had a reason to fight. Then, she zoomed out the door and into the air, looking below to find where Barry landed.
“You bitch! You hit me!” Barry shouted, holding his stomach and pushing himself off the ground. As he got up, there was a whir and his robotic hand began to look more a like a gun. As soon as Reiko noticed, and tried to get out the way, it was too late. Reiko's left arm had been pierced with a yellow beam, probably magnified by his own ki, and whatever hadn't been vaporized was falling on to the ground. And that was her good arm too. She wondered if that was the power of a saiyan or a gun that powerful was actually available on the market.
She was shocked, and Barry flew right towards her, though she noticed just in time to react. The two warriors traded punches, each right in the kisser. Reiko was worse for the wear, however. She heard a bad sound. Her remaining arm sounded loose again. Putting more pressure in it would lead it falling off again, or worse.
“You're pretty good, maybe I should keep you intact use your parts to for an upgrade, just like with this arm.” Barry chuckled as he said this, whipping the blood away from his face. With that comment, only adding to the other implications of it, Reiko came to the conclusion that he replaced his own natural arm just to get stronger, the ingrate. The thought was was disgusting to her, though a little disconcerting, as she remembered begging Koji to to literally turn her into a killing machine in order to take her revenge on Yasahgoro.
“You little ingrate! You're no saiyan, you're not even a man. Fight with your own strength!” Reiko shrieked as she grabbed onto Barry's stomach with her legs, squeezing until she heard him gasp for air, and finally proceeded to throw him to the ground a few dozen feet below. Barry landed with a bang and an indention in the earth. After finally landing herlself, Reiko checked his body. He was battered and unconscious, there were some broken ribs, and his legs weren't supposed to bend that way. However, he still showed visible signs of breathing. He was certainly alive, but from the looks of his condition, he wouldn't be a threat to anybody for a while. This thought was enough to satisfy Reiko, well, almost enough.
Reiko tugged Barry's robotic arm out of it's socket and it over her neck, carrying it over her shoulders. She realized that her stealing his arm wasn't really much different from Barry's threat to stealing her parts, but didn't let it bother her too much. She'd been a thief for years as a Phantom, and this was just a spoil of war, and hopefully Koji could rig it up to replace the one that got blown up, and maybe even fix the other one. Besides, she had unfinished business to attend to.
The battle had spectators who had kept their distance, and because of this, despite causing some property damage, Reiko was welcomed back into Vixen's Lounge. Though everybody in the bar expected a conqueror, all she asked for two things. The first was for a couple people to play a few rounds darts with with. She simply ed need to calm her nerves, and thus it might not be surprising that she lost and laughed her ass off. The second, of course, was the number of the young man from before. All in all, it was a good day.
Someone caught Reiko’s eye, a young man. At first she noticed he had red hair and striking green eyes, framed with a handsome face, particularly a strong jaw. It didn’t hurt that he seemed fit and sharply dressed. He was hardly more than half Reiko’s age, if that, maybe not really belonging in Vixen's Lounge at all. To top it all off, he was with three other guys who didn’t’ really seem up to snuff, which made this specimen seem that much better in comparison to his company. Clearly, Reiko still enjoyed male company, and even if she could act on the impulse like she used to, that at least wasn’t going to stop her for buying the stud a drink.
“Hello there, I’m Reiko,” She chimed in a friendly tone, energetic even. “And is that a Dark and Stormy? That’s my favorite cocktail! Mind if I get you another one? I always thought kids liked their drinks sweet, but damn, you got taste.”
“Jeez, they have robot waitresses here now?” The young man said aside to his friend, completely ignore Reiko. “That’s pretty creepy!”
“And it looks ancient too; doesn’t even look like a person. It’s ugly.” One of the young man’s friends commented. Reiko balled up her fist at that, but regained her composure and focus before she got herself in trouble. Besides, the beat wasn’t right for that kind of thing, and if he said anything else, it’d be best to wait till he left the bar before thrashing him.
“What? You think I work… Hun,” Reiko said she put her left hand on the young man’s shoulder, “you have it have it all wrong. I simply want to chaaa-” The arm from the elbow down separated itself from her, drooped for a second on the young man’s chest, leading him to scream, and finally landed on the floor with a loud thud. Reiko cursed, the bent down, and picked up the limb immediately. Something apparently was loose, and she'd have to Koji and get it looked at. She stared at the young man and his friends who were either silent with shock or incomprehensible with panic or rum. She tried to speak again, but nothing came out. She retried herself into a corner of the bar in shame. However, she was not allowed to brood on her failure for very long. In fact, she hardly had enough time to reattach her arm and tighten it.
“I what now?! I don't lose. You don't know you're talking to. I'm Barry Black, a saiyan warrrior! Now just give me my money.” The man had long black hair, was shirtless with tattoos on his chest, a robot right arm, and a brown tail around wrapped around his shorts like a belt. He was lifting an old man by the throat, lifting him off the floor.
Though Reiko was unaware at the time, Barry Black wasn’t really a saiyan, but the half human bastard son of one. And on top of that, one who was making this ruckus over a mere card game. Reiko wasn't sure this was the type of man who'd listen to reason, and as little as she knew about Saiyans, knew a bar full of plenty of innocent people was hardly the best place for one to get violent. She had to do something, and quick.
“Get out of the way, now!” Reiko shouted, her eyes flowing red, ready for an eye beam that she luckily didn't have to fire. The message got out. At that, she quickly approached Barry, and planted a side kick on him. He dropped the man and went flying out of Vixen's Lounge, only making the entrance slightly bigger with two holes in the wall in shape of his arms, and well, shattering the entire door. “Oh yeah!” Reiko shouted that and fist pumped in a sort of cathartic release: she had a reason to fight. Then, she zoomed out the door and into the air, looking below to find where Barry landed.
“You bitch! You hit me!” Barry shouted, holding his stomach and pushing himself off the ground. As he got up, there was a whir and his robotic hand began to look more a like a gun. As soon as Reiko noticed, and tried to get out the way, it was too late. Reiko's left arm had been pierced with a yellow beam, probably magnified by his own ki, and whatever hadn't been vaporized was falling on to the ground. And that was her good arm too. She wondered if that was the power of a saiyan or a gun that powerful was actually available on the market.
She was shocked, and Barry flew right towards her, though she noticed just in time to react. The two warriors traded punches, each right in the kisser. Reiko was worse for the wear, however. She heard a bad sound. Her remaining arm sounded loose again. Putting more pressure in it would lead it falling off again, or worse.
“You're pretty good, maybe I should keep you intact use your parts to for an upgrade, just like with this arm.” Barry chuckled as he said this, whipping the blood away from his face. With that comment, only adding to the other implications of it, Reiko came to the conclusion that he replaced his own natural arm just to get stronger, the ingrate. The thought was was disgusting to her, though a little disconcerting, as she remembered begging Koji to to literally turn her into a killing machine in order to take her revenge on Yasahgoro.
“You little ingrate! You're no saiyan, you're not even a man. Fight with your own strength!” Reiko shrieked as she grabbed onto Barry's stomach with her legs, squeezing until she heard him gasp for air, and finally proceeded to throw him to the ground a few dozen feet below. Barry landed with a bang and an indention in the earth. After finally landing herlself, Reiko checked his body. He was battered and unconscious, there were some broken ribs, and his legs weren't supposed to bend that way. However, he still showed visible signs of breathing. He was certainly alive, but from the looks of his condition, he wouldn't be a threat to anybody for a while. This thought was enough to satisfy Reiko, well, almost enough.
Reiko tugged Barry's robotic arm out of it's socket and it over her neck, carrying it over her shoulders. She realized that her stealing his arm wasn't really much different from Barry's threat to stealing her parts, but didn't let it bother her too much. She'd been a thief for years as a Phantom, and this was just a spoil of war, and hopefully Koji could rig it up to replace the one that got blown up, and maybe even fix the other one. Besides, she had unfinished business to attend to.
The battle had spectators who had kept their distance, and because of this, despite causing some property damage, Reiko was welcomed back into Vixen's Lounge. Though everybody in the bar expected a conqueror, all she asked for two things. The first was for a couple people to play a few rounds darts with with. She simply ed need to calm her nerves, and thus it might not be surprising that she lost and laughed her ass off. The second, of course, was the number of the young man from before. All in all, it was a good day.