Namorel watched Noxa after he finished speaking, curious as to her reaction and ultimately her answer. Whatever her answer he knew his thirst for information would be quenched by it. He had never met someone such as herself, then again he could say the same about all of the others he has met since his arrival on Earth and yet she compelled his curiosity the most. Was it her claim of namekian DNA, yet without the physical traits that follow, or was there something more psychological to the matter, he did not know himself.
"Interesting, it must have been difficult..."
He replied, looking towards Noxa with compassion and sincerity in his eyes, yet his tone sat flat and solemn on the rhetoric he spoke. He was expecting an answer of just about any variety, but closed his eyes briefly before continuing.
"Was it the arcosians that led to your coming to Earth?"
He then asked, remaining quiet after the fact to await her answer on the matter. KP: 3/3 [No Tech in Use]
The plopping that Noxa thought was long over caught her by surprise. She lashed at the ceiling with her hair in agitation after a droplet came to splash on her nose. The scarlet tendril didn't reach the top; her reaction was akin to a cat pawing at a toy in aggravation.
"Betrayed!" Came a hiss from the woman. How dare the deliciously chill droplet betray her a second time? The vile thing was doing it on purpose!
Noxa took a hasty breath, before expelling it through a huff and a puff. Her ears twitched as the question from her Namekian friend came; he'd once again secured her attention. "Oh, no." She dismissed the idea with little else, "Well, actually... Maybe? It's complicated. If it wasn't for them I wouldn't exist, I'm very sure of that. But I came to Earth because things were getting too hostile towards me specifically." She shrugged, "Whatever, y' know? That place was a dump. If I knew how awesome Earth was I'd have come here on my own accord with the drop of a--." There then came a splat of water on the Bio's eye, causing her to recoil away — it had stricken again!
Through gritted teeth Noxa finished the sentence that had been so rudely interrupted, "with the drop of a dime."
Namorel laughed at Noxa's reaction to the water droplet, the inconsistency of their drops proving to be an irritant for the woman lying down on the brown rocky surface that made up the floor of Namorel's cave hideout. she seemed to try and attack it with her hair, Namorel taking note of this while laughing still at the humor that was this event unfolding before his eyes. Soon after however she began to explain to Namorel her reply to his previously asked question, not really going into much detail, but noting Earth as the better alternative to her previous home in all regards.
"Interesting.. what exactly does she mean by they are her reason to exist?"
Mamorel muttered to himself quietly, hoping Noxa didn't hear him, he didn't want to cross any unnecessary boundaries and would keep this curiosity to himself, in hopes it got answered at some point in the future. He also took note of the fact she was being treated with hostility before retreating to Earth, wondering what this woman could have done to piss off and entire planet and cause her to have to leave. Her tone however changed some when she mentioned Earth being a better place then the other, less friendly home.
"I can see that, Earth is quite the hospitable world, but some of its inhabitants seem rather ruthless."
Namorel replied, shrugging some as he thought back to Retsu and his attitude towards Namorel and his people as a whole. the anger towards the arcosian seething within Namorel, waiting to be unleashed when the time came for it to be so. Namorel then chuckled once more when another drop of water hit Noxa off guard. KP: 3/3 [No Tech in Use]
Noxa immediately assumed that his comment on ruthlessness was something referring to the environment or something. The woman wasn't exactly very common with a lot of 'ruthless' humans; the only one she'd recently interacted with was an 'adult manga artist' and she was a total pushover. She also mostly ignored his laughing; she wasn't trying to be funny... Though in hindsight a smile did break on her lips. The Namekian's laughter having rubbed off on her to a degree.
Then again, Noxa supposed he could be talking about something else — the criminal and deviants of this world's street. Or maybe the politicians, but then again many would make the case that they were one and the same. Vicarious knowledge was all she had when it came to this one; Noxa wasn't big on politics, save the few books she'd been picking up on one named 'Vi-Poi'. She'd read a bit on him, and so far came to a solid conclusion: his hair was certainly blue.
Nonetheless the question had to be posed: what WAS he referring to?
"Ruthless, huh? I have no idea what you're talking about. Most people I met here are totally passive." Noxa commented, trying her best to get in the exact same position she'd been in not long ago. She'd laid and settled just in time to catch yet another droplet in her mouth. The simpering Bio-Android smugly reflected on her most recent victory over the gravity-led bead. "Noxa will never again be bested by melting frost."
Noxa's comment made it more obvious that Namorel should have specified on whom he was referring to with his comment on ruthlessness. he surely didn't mean any of the humans, the few that got close enough to talk with him kept fairly level heads about themselves. he, yet, had still to meet so many people on this world before a common consensus could be made on the race as a whole, or any of the half ling variants that may bore themselves with in that society.
"Well... whom I am referring to wasn't really a human. the being referred to himslef as a 'lord'... Retsu I think it was..?"
Namorel re justified his previous statement with this to show he didn't mean the humans. He had to kind of ask himself the name as he gave it to Noxa, not clearly remembering the name due to the fight being the most prominent memory from that day, names were blurred from the intensity of the combat... perhaps this was just the mind or a warrior, or perhaps he got hit too hard in the head that day, either way the name was questionable to him. Namorel would then smirk, containing a laugh, at Noxa's comment on the water droplets. KP: 3/3 [No Tech in Use]
"Lo-- " The sentence Noxa prepared was cut short by a long drawned yawn. Her arms stretched outwards, pulling her hands from behind her head in the process. Her lithe limbs lengthened outwards a little. That process, too, was cut short by a a drip that came from the ceiling and plashed all the way in the back of her through, causing her to shoot forward in a fit of coughing.
Noxa glared at the ceiling. Was this anywhere but a friend's home and she'd already have shot a blast. Instead she moved from the center of the room and curled up in a corner, glaring at the spot where the drop would occasionally land. "This isn't victory," She assured gravity, "It's just a temporary retreat."
The yawn returned, though she didn't stretched this time; the snazzy redhead simply tightened the hugging grip around her legs. Her hair, however, resumed the initial plan, stretching and growing in size for the duration of the gesture. It was back to its normal shape by the end of it, of course.
"What was I saying?" asked the girl whose chin came to rest between her squished, pressed-up breasts and her knees. "Oh, right — Lord Retsu, huh? Sounds like a self-important jackass."
The namekian said as he watched Noxa roll into a fit of coughing, the water droplet being an unknown source to Namorel, who had not been watching the ceiling at the time of its decent. He was instead looking to the rivulet. his mind wandering on a variety of topics, but most encompassed his own personal problems; shoving him into a position of subdued melancholy. He didn't let this appear in his face or tone, he had grown used to doing this back on Namek... with the years that followed the death of his father he had to, otherwise he would give off a sort of attitude towards others that may scare them off, and he didn't want others to be hurt or fell guilty about his attitude and mood, followed by the demeanor that came with an open emotion.
He watched her retreat to the corner of the cave and look up to the spot she had previously been receiving watery donations from. It ust have bee what caused her to recoil so violently before coughing herself into a fit. He extended his arm upwards and wiped at the area, relinquishing it of its previous content, but revealing a small fall of water where snow had melted. Noxa was curled up in the corner, in what Namorel could only gather as a somewhat tired position. She had her legs constricted by her arms and closed in on her chest, her chin resting in this conglomerate.
"Yeah, he tried to get me to join his military, but I declined and may or may not have attacked him for insulting my people.."
Namorel replied, trailing off towards the end of his sentence and pooling some water into his hands and drinking it. KP: 3/3 [No Tech in Use]
The woman cleared her throat, making herself nice and cozy in this cold, damp cavern. A sour look about her as she was forced to admit her defeat "I'm fine, just a temporary set back." She explained, "I just wasn't expecting a concealed attack." It was true; her coughing fit was caused by the malignant coup of the cave coalition. The damn dripping water caught her off guard, that's all!
A huff and a puff later and Noxa had calmed down.
Noxa's head tilted ever so slightly to the left, making herself comfortable. Careful examination of the Namekian's face and the way he spoke led Noxa to one conclusion: the Namkian warrior must've wiped the floor with that pansy-ass 'Lord Retsu' guy. Noxa pursed her lips to keep 'em from growing into a smile that was too over the top.
That was until he finished his following sentence
"Join his 'military' huh? Oh ohohoh." Noxa chuckled, "You must've smacked his sorry ass up and down this mountain range." Noxa gave a firm nod, "That would show him — teach him to mess with one of the sons of Name—" She was yet again interrupted by involuntary bodily functions. Her mouth widened as another yawn set itself on the woman, who brandished her pearly white row of teeth — that seemed to grow longer and sharper — the more she opened her mouth. Once her expansive lung was full she'd huff out, smacking her lips. Noxa's half fallen eyelids lulled lower. "You know, for a cave in the middle of a frozen wasteland this place is really comfy."
Noxa shifted herself a bit, her hair tightening itself around her like wraps around a mummified pharaoh. "You don't mind if I turn this pit stop into a sleepover, do you?"
She hoped he didn't — Noxa was exhausted. It'd been a long time since she had a filling meal, so her body's metabolism was heavily reliant on rest instead of high caloric energy consumption.
These words left Namorel's mouth with a tone of sarcasm and disdain, he didn't want to directly mention he had lost the fight... or how badly it had happened. He had attacked an opponent so much stronger than himself. The fact it was merely over a comment on his people made matters on his attacking Retsu more foolish. Then again, how could Namorel have known there was such a power gap between him and the arcosian, he couldn't sense ki, nigh did he have one of those devices that the arcosian was wearing on his head. Perhaps he could get his hands on one of them in the future.
"Go ahead, not that I get much company up here anyways... kind of a low traffic area."
Namorel replied to Noxa's question. He himself never slept and instead would remain there, watching the entrance to the cave by the small rivulet of water, making sure nothing and no one would try to enter while Noxa slept. He would let his mind wander, in a sort of dilapidated meditation without concentration. KP: 3/3 [No Tech in Use]
By the time he said that most of the bio's body had already been covered by the red tape-like meshes of her shiny hair. The tightly wrapped body seemed to expand as another prolonged yawn filled Noxa's core. It was strange, really... It seemed like the woman's hair could grow and extend without much hindrance, like a mass of tiny individual tendrils following a hive-mind collective. Well, except for the two thicker than usual meshes atop her head. Those weren't a part of the process at hand. In fact, they didn't seem to extend at all, though they seemed to twitch and move about on occasion.
The lowered eyelids fully closed by then. Noxa's breathing grew slower; her breathing grew deeper. The hair continued to work; soon enough the woman was completely wrapped in her ribbon-like mane. This was not a common way Noxa slept; however, it was cold as balls. Her body instinctively attempted to conserve heat while she laid dormant.
"See you soon, Namorel." She mumbled before finally slipping away into her slumber. A strange way to bid goodnight to be sure, but then again Noxa was just that: strange.
She slept like a stone. Were it not for the occasional growing and shrinking of her torso one could take her for being dead.