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Post by Deleted on Sept 1, 2016 14:37:06 GMT
Bartender Stories: Alcohol & Bubblegum
Thread power level 57,186! Heavy weights ACTIVE! Current PL: 14,296! It’s important to note one thing: Noxa had never been in a bar before. Not an official one, anyway. A few nights prior she’d visited a food stand — indulged in some mean spirits… But that was it — although the legitimacy of that evening was still a little hazy... Though that was a story for another day.
What was important is that the redheaded Bio Android found herself in someplace new tonight! A bar! To anyone who was familiar with this type of atmosphere one thing was promptly made clear: it was a ‘nice’ place. Despite the attempts at creating a menacing ambiance — fog, heavy indigo lights, a mixture of darkwave and alt rock that played in the back — this place was just not intimidating. Everything was too clean; everything was too new. Spotless.
It was a big place. Spaced out. There had been a few spots for private tables — the majority of which were full. There was a stage full of instruments, though they laid unoccupied for now; had been for the past six hours Noxa had been here. The crowd that had trickled was a telltale sign some sort of musical event was going to take place here tonight. Noxa glanced back over her shoulders. Some punks had even taken to sitting on the pool tables.
The bar, where Noxa sat, however, was empty. Or, at least, the two seats directly on either side of her were. No one dared to sit next to the woman with spiky metal armor — especially if they planned on getting drunk. One slip and they would certainly pierce an organ.
Another thing that detracted from that mood this placed tries to set was the milieu. Skinny teenagers and young adults; all full of angst and a desire to rebel. This alternative crowd, a mixture of goth, emo, and punk, had mostly left her her alone the entirety of the night.
The fact no one hovered around her was the exact reason the bartender was over serving Noxa.
“Another one?” Asked the pale man, whose face was sprinkled with brown spots. His orange hair was slicked back, and his handlebar mustache made him stick out. His crisp, professional, waiter-like clothes didn’t help his ability to camouflage. Not at all.
“Y-yeah…!” Noxa said, her voice getting a little caught in her throat — just a tad. She’d been here for six hours — drinking for a majority of it. “P-pour it, Derek!”
The man shook his head. A soft chuckle came to him as he’d fill another beer mug of Noxa’s with straight vodka. If it wasn’t for the fact this woman had been here for six hours, progressively moving on from one mean spirit to a another. She had climbed the scale within the first hour — and now just stayed on pure vodka.
Her bill was already massive, and he expected her tip to be just as generous. Although, even if it wasn’t he was just happy to watch the show unfold. He didn’t care for any bands, or whatever events this place held. To Derek this was only a job — he didn’t fit in with the crowd. However, he did appreciate how well the woman held her drink, THAT was the show he was going to focus on… Although there was another bonus — Derek also appreciated the fact if he kept babysitting her he wouldn't have to spend anywhere near as much time with any of the other clients.
It was truly a win/win situation.
Being a bartender — or, as he preferred — mixologist, Derek often had to play the role of mediator — or therapist. As much as he benefited from clients over-drinking (and subsequently over tipping), he hated cleaning up puke. Or calling for emergency services. Derek doubted anyone in this place would dare touch anymore more than a ‘light beer’ so it wasn’t an issue here… But this woman DID make him wonder something: why was she drinking so much? She couldn’t be a connoisseur. After all, she simply sat down and began to ask for ‘alcohol’; she didn’t know the name of a single beverage he’d server her so far. He checked, asking her multiple times.
Noxa rose the stinging liquid up to her lips, allowing it to trickle down and burn her throat. She bared with it; Noxa had a high tolerance for pain. In fact, she’d dare say this liquid was rather ‘refreshing’. She was not longer over-indulging and gulping the poison down. The light touch of intoxication had already brushed up against the woman — this was exactly what she wanted. All she had to do was maintain it, not go too far past her current state.
“Be honest, Miss.” Spoke Derek Landy, “Why are you here? This doesn’t seem like your kind of place — not by the way you drink.” There was a pause as the man took in her scantily-clad form for the dozenth time, “And definitely not by the way you dress.”
Noxa glanced up at the man, “Eh??” Her tone definitely slightly too loud and belligerent. “OH! Right.” The drunkard with the crimson man cleared her throat, “Weellll… Tried other places — all turned me down ‘cuz sometin’ err another ‘bout my ‘clothes’.” The woman let out a high-pitched hiccup. The woman shook her head, attempting to dismiss the little biological glitch that just happened, “Bouncer ‘ere told mme ‘cosplayers were allowed’.”
[Please excuse my awful attempts at writing a drunk character. If you'd like me to pull it down a touch please give me a heads up.] Derek: 40c900
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Post by Shemha on Sept 1, 2016 18:24:41 GMT
Heavy Weights on, current PL – 13,685
Her trip to Earth had been…eventful thus far. Starting with her accidental disruption of a General’s R&R, the days kept Shemha busy as they rolled by. Initially she believed the trip to Earth would be a time of information gathering, storing what she learned for the potential later use it might offer yet it slowly evolved into more. As a new recruit of the Solar Saiyan Empire, there was much she needed to learn in regards to its relationships with the other prominent planets. While allies with Namek, that was not the case with Earth. It wasn’t outright war, an active attempt to assault the other planet, yet she felt if Habana, Zuccetta or another known Empire elite was to enter the atmosphere the reception would not be a warm one.
Thankfully her relatively lower signature and the fact not many knew she served the Empire allowed Shemha to go rather unnoticed. Heck, even her signature was nothing of real importance these days as many individuals outclassed her. With the initial woodland encounter behind her, the Majin found herself in Satan City. The populated area was ripe with commerce and countless individuals, all of which the red skinned female took a curious interest in. For the better part of her past, her only visits to such places were at the discretion of her master. Even then, she had strict instructions and tasks to perform before retuning with haste to her masters side. He was gone now though, only living on through what remained within the magical body of his former servant so she was free to explore as she wished.
Shopping had entertained her for a while, commodities rather different here than on Vegeta. Earth did not have a military based society, unlike Vegeta, and the shops along the streets reflected it. Elegant clothes lined the windows, strangely sweet smells wafted down the sidewalk and countless restaurants begged for patrons to consume to their hearts content. (Okay, well that was comparable to Vegeta.) Over and over again she had been asked to stop and view this or was drawn in by a flashy sign. It wasn’t that she was gullible or simple, just that most of this was new to her. Shemha’s goal was to gather information and learn, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t enjoy herself as well. After all, there were many aspects to a planets culture and all deserved to be explored.
For that reason she stood with her neck craned up to read the flashing sign above her. Oddly enough it wasn’t a name on the sign, just a symbol. Dominated by a uniquely shaped serving container, the logo glittered with an array of bright colors. A glance to the left set her eyes on the man who had pointed her to it. He sat several buildings away on a bench with a newspaper hiding his face. When she had asked him where she might find a bar, he had scanned her from head to toe once before pointing her this way. The gesture was a nice one, yet now that she had left him alone he cared little for her satisfaction of the establishment upon closer inspection. Was this really one of the better places to hear rumors of current events? To her that didn’t seem correct.
A small shrug of her shoulders preceded her entrance to the place, the lighting and sounds hitting her like a strong wind. Instantly she found herself confused. All around stood and sat patrons younger than she had expected, children almost. With a lifted brow she continued deeper into the indigo haze that swirled about the crowd. The lighting made her normally red skin a strange purple color and her mostly white outfit a dark blue. What was the purpose of such lighting? Perhaps it made the place feel exotic or at least, that was the intention. To Shemha…it was just in poor taste.
Regardless of her initial disappointment with the establishment she continued to scan the room for what might be the most promising prospect in terms of getting some information. First things first, she planned to ask about the bar itself. Where they all like this on Earth? As packed as the floor was, she felt a little relief as she spotted an empty seat. The man behind the counter looked a tad more serious and dependable then the crowd around her so that was where she would begin.
With relative ease her lithe form began to maneuver through the collection of bodies, providing a gently shove only when necessary. Several looks came her way, her race not exactly common amongst the stars or bars, but she ignored them. Some were even confident enough to address her, any requests or inquiries met with a polite shake of her head as she asked to be excused. When she finally made it barside, the Majin’s manners did not fail her.
Two seats remained open, but both sat alongside a red haired woman. On many accounts she was likely accused of wearing strange attire, the outfit she wore covering less than it revealed, but Shemha didn’t even notice. Her own clothes were the result of her former master’s preferences, something simple enough that they required little maintenance and practical enough to never restrict movement in combat. The fact she was a slave likely had something to do with it as well, most in her cast allowed to wear little as if to make a statement. Again, she cared little and rarely was her focus on such things, if ever.
”Excuse me Miss, is this seat taken?” Her normally soft voice rose just enough to carry it over the music and din of the crowd. Relentlessly polite, her right hand indicated the seat to the woman’s right. Of course if the stool was not as open as it appeared, the Majin would look elsewhere.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 2, 2016 1:54:35 GMT
Derek Landy watched as the Majin approached from a mile off. The ginger man was a professional — he didn’t stare, despite her elegant features. Once she had approached, however, he began to prepare a glass. Giving it a good ol’ shine. She hadn’t asked for anything yet, of course, but why else would she be at a bar? Why else would she be here? The strange lady didn’t fit in with the crowd — just like Noxa. So, naturally, he assumed they were here for a drink and nothing else.
Of course, he could’ve been completely wrong on that regard.
Noxa’s ear twitched, as did two long meshes of hair that stuck upwards from her head. She looked over to the girl and let out a little ‘gasp’. Noxa’s eyes widened before they narrowed. ‘Majin’ was the word that instantly just snapped into her mind. Here, within the purple haze, Noxa’s perception was a little warped… Although, yes, that was also due to the six hours of self-indulgence.
“Whhyy, I thought ah’ told you ta not bother me aggaain, Jacklyyn. I ain’t gonna fight you again. Jusst let me drink in peeace!” The woman's speech remained slightly slurred. However, soon came a brief moment of lucidity seemed to stuck Noxa. That or she just managed to pay more attention to the form of the woman that approached her. “Waait I a minute...”
Noxa’s piercing xanthic irises scanned the woman up and down. “Oh… You ain’t jacky…” The woman’s hand moved up to her lips, slurping up some more of that bitter drink. Noxa turned her attention back to the polished wood of the bar, where she let her mug return to. The Bio Android’s heart began to hammer a little faster within her chest; her biology being made to push away whatever excess of the toxin there was. This woman wasn’t Jacky, but it was still possible she wanted to cause trouble. If that was the case Noxa ought to be ready if it was the case.
“Too tall. Too respectful. Too well-balanced.” The redhead clearer her throat, mentioning at the fact the newcomer also didn’t have spaghetti hair. “No, it’s not taken. Go ahead, sit down. Get a drink; have fun.”
The bartender noticed the slight sour undertone in Noxa's words. He couldn't help but shake his head. She'd been sulking all night. "Yeah," Said the man, "Someone at this bar has to have fun eventually." It was a clear jab at the redhead's mood. An attempt to lift her spirits up a bit, though it went mostly unacknowledged by the Bio Android.
Her words had evened out quickly — surprisingly quickly. Derek took a note of that, wondering if the woman had been faking her state of inebriation for the sake of his entertainment. The mustachio’d man looked to Shemha, his eyes widening as he addressed her.
“WELL,” The first word came with a bombastic energy to it. The rest of his sentence, however, rapidly returned to his normal energy levels — as did his facial expression “Welcome to 'Indie-Go'. What will you be havin’, Lass? Come here for the show or to get over the recent tragedies the city suffered?”
“Or she is here to get just drunk enough to not get woken up by construction in the morning.” The redheaded woman’s voice rose, adding her two cents to the barkeep’s line of questioning. “Derek, gummy dogs, please.” Noxa mumbled, peeking over to the snack bowl she had emptied a few times.
The mixologist nodded, a gentle grin breaking up his features. He crouched, reaching below the bar as he refilled the crystalline bowl with plenty of the squishy, sugary treats. The man slid the bowl over to Noxa, who impaled a few of the colorful puppers with her nails before taking her time chewing through ‘em.
“If you’re here to drink away the damage caused by that giant monkey then you’ll be the only person here who even seems to care the city suffered an attack.” There was a hint of bitterness to the bartender’s tone, “Every lad and lass here just seems to care about their damned phones.”
The woman lethargically chewed; crushing the little gummy victims with her hindmost teeth. “No,” Noxa corrected, “It wasn’t a giant monkey. It was a giant flaming monster bug.” Noxa turned just lightly on her seat, turning her glance over the the Majin, taking in her features a bit more.
Now, a little more clear-headed Noxa was able to come to a final conclusion. This was absolutely not the same Majin she had encountered earlier. It made Noxa pretty glad it was the case — her last Majin encounter had left a bitter taste in her mouth… Although she wouldn’t hold it against this one. Not in the way she held a bit of prejudice against Arcosians, anyway.
A slow hymn of electric noise began to build up in the back of the establishment. There was a loud cheer that rose from the crowd just as the ambient music that played overhead went dead. Noxa turned around completely to the Majin’s side, tilting her body just a away enough from the bar to see what was happening.
The instruments that had been set up on the stage had been taken a hold of. A handful of musicians had taken the stage. They did little in the ways of introduction, but soon enough they began to play their music. While it was louder than the soft background melodies that played before, it certainly wasn’t any more disruptive. The lack of lyrics and heavy instruments simply made this slightly louder elevator music.
The redhead quickly lost her interest in the band, and faced the bar once more.
Derek shook his head, “Those lads make more money than I will in months just by standing there and flicking a few strings” He shook his head, “I just don’t get the appeal of this young-people music.”
Noxa found the comment bizarre. She didn't peg him to be much older than anyone else here, but she didn't speak up about it. Instead she just returned to alternating between her chewy snacks and bitter alcohol.
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Post by Shemha on Sept 2, 2016 3:28:45 GMT
The scantily glad woman’s original reaction left Shemha a little taken back. Whoever this Jacklyyn individual was must have rubbed the redhead the wrong way the last time they interacted. Blinking several times she looked from the woman to the bartender and back. About to state there must have been some sort of confusion, the air was cleared before she got the words out.
The scan of her figure must have confirmed that she was in fact, not this Jacklyyn. Shemha’s sharp senses had not missed smell of alcohol that travelled with the woman’s breath. Excessive consumption of spirits and the like often lead to countless misunderstandings, this likely one of them. Tall, respectful, well-balanced…those could have been compliments…it was hard to tell. Either way she was granted permission to sit, so she did.
With a fluid grace that ultimately reflected her fighting style, the Majin slid into the stool alongside her fellow patron. Shifting to get comfortable, her left leg rose to rest across the other as her hands folded together on the countertop. Her practice position and perfect posture was just another aspect of her years of training. The polite girl that sat along the bar was a bi-product of years of conditioning and lessons, all of which were not easily forgotten.
“WELL,”
Derek’s energy drew her full attention, the expressive first word quite a hook. With the newest guest’s full attention, he continued into a normal introduction. Unlike the crowd she shoved through to reach the bar and the unpleasant lighting, the bartender was quite friendly.
About to answer his questions, only the first syllable rolled over her lips before the red head next to her spoke up. Shemha was a rather quiet woman, so the partially intoxicated woman next to her easily drowned out her soft voice. The fact he fulfilled her request first was just fine with the Majin, might be a good idea to keep the presumptuous woman happy. Otherwise she just might start swinging for this Jacklyyn.
As it was though, the bartender’s next comment stood out in contrast to the girl’s request for treats. Despite this places appearance and the majority of those within it, the man who directed her here might have given her good advice. Red and black eyes focused on Derek, she finally had the chance to speak.
”What do you mean? Forgive me; I only arrived on Earth a little more than a day ago so I am not up to date on current events.” Giant monkey, as the giant flaming monster bug seemed less plausible, he must be referring to a Saiyan in Oozaru form. She had seen the transformation in her day and knew of the power it possessed. Such a beast could easily bring destruction to any city it decided to let loose in.
”And as for a drink…could I have something fruity?” Shemha made the request almost awkwardly. Her experience with spirits in general was very limited, yet she felt obligated to order something since she was taking up a seat as well as the man’s time. Also, she was exploring so way not taste what the locals offered.
Behind her she heard the band as they made their way to the stage. A casual glance over her shoulder confirmed the commotion and that was the only attention she gave the band. Music never entertained her, the collections of various noises offering no real benefit. At least in this case, the bartender appeared to agree or at least he wasn’t a fan of this band.
”That may be true, but income is not the only thing that determines an individual’s value.” The comment could be taken as rude, especially if you were a member of the band, yet that was not her intention. Shemha felt she nearly stated fact.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 2, 2016 10:33:48 GMT
In the background the music began to grow slightly more active. The ambient tunes had a short pause before the style began to evolve. The band members began to move into the main event. Thankfully, this also meant the inverse reaction on the crowd. They grew silent, quieting themselves to fully indulge the music presented to them.
It wasn’t Noxa’s cup of tea — or Derek’s. Either way, it served to occupy the background.
“Fruity, huh?” Derek felt the words rumble under his breath, his hands pressing against the counter as he looked on the floor, fingers drumming at the table. The man’s specialty was within the harder, darker drinks.The kind that left a healthy burn. However, he was a mixologist; he took pride in his work. Derek would do the best to fulfill the order given.
The man crouched, reaching below and drawing a few stainless steel cups — shakers. Noxa watched his work. A wonderful aroma danced towards the two women. The delightful fruity rendition swirled in the air, breaking apart the monotony of the club’s stale aura. If it wasn’t for all the alcohol Noxa had been drinking she’d be stuck with the smell of cheap perfume and cologne — courtesy of the club goers who packed the establishment.
Pineapple. Coconut. A hint of cherries. Those were a much welcome fragrance.
“Ah,” Derek Landy cleared his throat, “New to Earth, ey? I think you’ll like it here, Lass.” The man’s words came, a little far and distracted. He indulged the Majin, though his focus was clear: the drink requested. Derek carefully measured fruit extract, alcohol, and a few bits and pieces of chopped spices & crushed ice.
Coming to see the barkeep’s focus Noxa decided to pick up some of his slack. The ‘cosplayer’ shifted in her seat, the back of her hand moving against the bowl, slowly sliding the gummies towards the Majin.
“Welcome to Earth.” She said as the crystalline container, dotted with colorful treats was relocated between the two of them. “I’ve only been here a short while myself.”
Noxa reached into the arcipluvian array of snacks, taking a few into her hand. The metallic talons of her carapace-covered hand tapped against the side of the bowl twice, in rapid succession.
“Try ‘em.” The woman invited, “They’re delicious — and sort of fruity.”
At the mention of the gummy Noxa found her attention brought over to Derek, who chimed into the conversation for just a split moment.
“Miss — Noxa, was it? Try dumping some of those gummy dogs within your drink. They’ll give a nice flavor to it. It’s a little trick plenty people use.”
The redhead considered the idea, taking a few more and dumping them into her mug. She mumbled a ‘thanks’ before her attention returned to the Majin beside her.
“Anyway,” Noxa began, “You’re new here, right? I don’t know if you’ve passed by the exits to downtown, but there is a lot of fucked-up infrastructure.” The woman looked down, using the length of her talon to stir her drink a little.
“Not too long ago there was a ‘situation’ down here. Big news. There was a bank robbery. The men who orchestrated the heist left the bank and grabbed a hostage, before leading local law enforcement on a high-speed chase.” There was a pause as Noxa moved to sip on what was left of her vodka. “Mmm~!” To her pleasant surprise Derek had been right! There was quite a sugary taste already seeped into her drink.
Derek used that break to push himself into the conversation. “Yes — I remember seeing that on the news. I was working on the Salty Spitoon uptown that day. Was dreadful anxious for the poor girl those deviants nabbed.”
Once again his words seemed a bit distant — his focus now on the nearly acrobatic dance he indulged himself in. Tossing about his shaker — putting on a little show, as mixologists often did. Not many seemed to be watching, though Noxa certainly seemed partly entertained. An audience of one was more than enough for him.
A soft smile broke through Noxa’s grin once the bartender had mentioned the hostage. “Oh, right. I wouldn’t be too worried. From what I heard she ended up fighting the giant monster that popped up.”
“Oh! That is right, Miss. My mistake!”
Noxa hailed a curt nod of acknowledgement. “Right, let’s not get ahead. Anyway, out of nowhere a second car enters the speed chase and rams itself into the robbers, right? In the middle of a freeway. big explosion. Cops swarm around; heavy response helicopters — the whole shebang. Well, out of the wreckage comes out the girl from earlier as well as the jackass who caused the explosion.”
Noxa turned fully to face the Majin. Her tone turned serious and intense — she was really getting into the story. When she spoke her hands moved around, animated as her tone. Gesturing with her hands to emphasize what was happening.
“So then this really cool, totally awesome girl points at the guy. A ball of red ki pools in her hand and she tells him to get out.” Noxa had become a little too enthralled into her story-telling. The Bio Android found herself forgetting to use her hands for the treats instead of talking. To fill the void the woman’s red mane took action. A strand of her hair moved from her head. The mesh of leaf-bladed hair stabbed down into the bowl, impaling a few of the gummy treats.
Derek, having seen that, nearly lost his rhythm… Although his hand slipped, causing the stainless steel cup he tossed about to fly. The man barely managed to catch the shaker mid-air — saving a nearby patron from getting pelted with a mixed drink. A sigh of relief escaped him. Instead of trying to understand what he saw he simply shook his head and focused on his work.
The shishkebab of gummy dogs moved to Noxa’s lips, where she’d promptly bite one off, not skipping a beat when it came to the tale she told.
“And then, out of nowhere, the guy she told to fuck off summons this massive monster. The monster is surrounded in fire, which causes even more trouble as it starts crawling over the roads and towards buildings! He stars charging this weird attack from his mouth, right? But then a guy shows up! His hair is spiky and yellow. He has this golden aura and teal eyes — I later learned his form was called ‘super saiyan’.”
The woman took a pause for dramatic effect. Something that would probably work more towards someone who cared for the story — which was entirely possible that the woman did not. Either way, Noxa would be too caught up into her own thing to notice.
“So, he raises his hand and throws this yellow ki pizza attack towards the monster. BUT! Before it hits the monster this LIGHT flashes out of nowhere! This woman — also a super saiyan — shows up! The guys in the helicopters start making a big fuss out of it. Apparently her name was ‘Zucceta’ and she was a big deal.”
By then Derek had begun to pour a creamy white mixture into a shapely glass. The man spent a little time decorating the rim of the glass with sugar, pineapple slices, and a cherry or two. The cup was presented to the Majin, with a curly straw — which is what got Noxa’s attention.
“Enjoy! This cocktail is called ‘Chi-Chi’. Pina Colada mixed in with vodka, coconut cream, crushed ice and a dash of sugar.” Landy spoke clearly and with confidence. He was a professional who took pride in his work. He was an artist, and he now presented his art. “I sincerely hope it’s to your liking, Lass.”
“Fancy.” Noxa noted — finding herself slowly admiring more than just the fancy straw.
“Would you like any snacks? Nuts? Fruit? Candy?”
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Post by Shemha on Sept 2, 2016 13:36:57 GMT
She could take or leave the music honestly, the band’s preferred style not really something that drew her in. However, another one of her skills was the ability to block out what she chose and even as the volume increased she honed in on the more interesting duo she had engaged.
A small nod of appreciation was her response to Derek’s vague welcome to the planet and the same went for the red headed woman. Despite the difference she saw in their personalities, it appeared their recent arrival to the planet was something they shared. Rough initial interaction aside, the woman tried to be nice as she offered Shemha a taste of the gummy treats she had been consuming at almost the same rate she drank.
Dexterous fingers plucked several of the colored candies from the bowl as it slide before her. Green, red, white, the array of colors implying that there was a difference amongst the treats. With the same curiosity that brought her into the bar, she tossed the things into her mouth. Ohh, they were rather delicious. Their consistency was almost akin to her own, stretchy and chewy, but that only helped to make the flavor last.
As she chewed on the batch of candies, sweets she was learning might be best to eat one at a time; she learned the woman’s name thanks to the barkeep. Well versed in his craft, Shemha felt she trusted his advice with the candies, even if they were tasty enough on their own. No drink yet in her hand though, she was not able to experiment as Noxa did. Perhaps later.
Red fingers snatched up several more of the gummies as Noxa began to answer the question in the barkeep’s stead. The damage downtown was not something the Majin had seen yet, a mental note made to explore it later. Attention given to the red head, Shemha leaned on her right hand, elbow propping her arm up on the bar. With the tale broken up only by Noxa’s regular sips of her apparently delicious mixture of spirits and sweets, Shemha grew more interested with each detail.
Out of the corner of her eye she saw the progression of her drink as Derek prepared it, his show of bar acrobatics not completely missed. Yet, the animated way in which Noxa recounted the recent events took most of the female’s attention. Drawn in by the evolving story, a situation which appeared to escalate quickly from a robbery to something far more dangerous, Shemha wasn’t even phased when what appeared to be the girl’s hair stabbed for several more of the sugary treats. As a Majin, her “hair” moved like an appendage when she willed it too so seeing another do similar did not startle her. Her continued interest in the story also made it so she didn’t catch Derek’s close call.
From a robbery, to car chase, to a giant flaming ape to golden haired warrior. Was Earth this frantic of a place that situations shifted so quickly and drastically? About to question who this Super Saiyan was, an even more interesting participant joined the story. Zucceta? Since her enrollment into the SSE she was yet to meet the Queen. She was here on Earth…and recently engaged in combat?
Her controlled and normally reserved nature allowed her to refrain from any emotional response to the mention of the Saiyan, while internally she contemplated a thousand questions. All things considered though, she needed to play it safe and slowly push for details. The arrival of her beverage was a welcome change of topic for the moment.
”It does look quite wonderful. Thank you.” Shifting a little she angled her neck forward to catch the straw in her mouth. Taking in some of the cold drink her eyes widened. ”This is excellent!” Another sip quickly followed as if to confirm her assessment. The ‘Chi-Chi’ was cold, sweet and refreshing.
”Just keep this bowl full if you could.” Was her only request in terms of snacks, a long finger pointing to the bowl between her and Noxa. Sweets, booze and strange music, this environment was so unlike her, but she could adapt for the sake of information gathering. At least that is what she told herself, a little unwilling to admit she was enjoying this.
”Now, back to this robbery. The only name you mentioned was Zucceta…I feel as if I have heard that name before…” Shemha’s lower lip rolled up some as she chewed on it as if in thought, faking that she was unfamiliar with the name. A moment later she gave a small shrug as if it didn’t matter and leaned in for another sip of her drink. ”Anyway, what happened? I mean if the downtown area is in bad shape, a fight must have broken out even after these Super Saiyans arrived, right?” Real enthusiasm bled into her act of ignorance. She wanted to know what transpired in the aftermath of the robbery as it might give insight into the tense relations between Earth and Vegeta.
On the stage across the bar, the band shifted to their next song, a small lull between the pieces which left room for the young crowd to hoot and cheer. While the majority of the people in the place pressed closer to the stage, the calmer, more unique trio at the bar were left with a little more space.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 3, 2016 3:45:55 GMT
While not his speciality Mr. Landy found it to be an absolute delight that someone managed to enjoy his creation. The man, beaming with the joy of a fulfilled artist, practically danced away. Derek made a brief exit shortly after announcing to the duo something about ‘getting more gummy treats’ from the back room. Noxa, naturally, did nothing to impede his travel. The last thing she wanted was to run out of things to nibble on.
With Derek gone Noxa realized something: she had forgot to ask him to give her a straw like the Majin’s. “Tsk.” Noxa clicked her teeth, glancing over the counter. The woman made a mental note to go over the bar and get some herself if Derek didn’t return soon.
A few gummy victims remained impaled through the woman’s writhing lock of hair. Said lock undulated closer to Noxa’s mouth, allowing her to quickly bite the remaining treats free. The woman began chewing as she resumed the story.
So far, Noxa had not noticed Shemha's true intentions. The enthusiasm that bled into her line of questioning was far too subtle for someone like Noxa to pick up on. Instead, Noxa simply took her for someone who had a legitimate interest in the tale she had to tell. It made her happy — excited. This was, so far, easily one of the best interactions she had on this planet. Thrilling. Especially considering this was her first time at a legitimate bar.
“Right— where was I?” The Bio Android narrowed her eyes, looking into the crowd as she gathered her mind back to the topic at hand. As the subject snapped back into her mind, so too did her gaze — locking with the Majin’s red & black eyes.
“Oh! Right. So, the saiyans, arrived.” She nodded. “There was the one with the ki-pizza — I don’t know what his name was, but he was a freakin’ jerk. He tried to attack the monster with it, but Zucceta deflected the blast away. Anyway, there was also a little kid. He was also a super saiyan. He came in, jumped on Zucceta’s shoulders and started pulling her hair — beating her over the head… It was actually a little funny, but I wasn’t really paying attention to them.” She said, unable to hide a little grin as she recalled Etoru’s hair-pulling onslaught.
“Uhh, there was a glowing ball of gel that kind of did its own thing — I don’t even know what the hell it was, but it went around healing people.”
Noxa shifted on her seat, turning just a little over away from the Majin. Her gauntlet’s index talon was raised, indicating for the Majin to wait a second. The woman’s left hand pulled her mug up to her lips, audibly slurping up the very last remains of the liquid it contained. Along with the last of her alcohol came a few lumps of gummy remains. The woman swished the liquid from one cheek to another before downing it; that was her way of savoring it.
Her eyelids fell as a satisfied sigh escaped her lips. Noxa licked her lips before setting the mug down. An eye opened as she peered over into the door Derek had disappeared into. She hoped he would be back soon — she didn’t know what kind of alcohol-juice he had been giving her, but she wanted more.
The woman shook her head, swerving in her stool as she turned fully over to the Majin once again. She wriggled her nose as both her hands moved down to press into her own thighs for support. She leaned closer to the Majin, resuming the story with renewed vigor.
“Right! Now — here is my favorite part. So, you would think that by now this story is getting a little too crowded, right? Little too crazy? Well, it gets crasier. So the monster is still charging his attack; the saiyans are still talking to each other. But then, OUT OF NOWHERE this guy drops down from the freaking clouds. Literally! Wearing very colorful tights, mind you.“
Noxa took a little pause, clearing her throat before resuming.
“Anyway, that guy — I thought he was freaking joking at first. He flies in and does this whole ‘routine’, pumpin up the civilians, and the civilians all start cheering his name: ‘Captain Nova’. Then the dude goes and — here, let me…”
Noxa pushed down into her thighs, supporting herself as she began to stand. Even then, she found herself struggling to do so. Only now was she realizing that despite processing the alcohol from her head her entire biology remained soaked with the ethanol. The woman stumbled a few feet away.
“And then he does this.”
Noxa then did her best to mimic Captain Nova’s signature pose. A pose ‘meant to inspire awe and fear to evildoers everywhere’. In her attempt to copy the man Noxa nearly found herself falling over like a sack of potatoes. Thankfully, her hair managed to shoot down, slamming into the ground in order to help her regain her balance.
“W-woah!” The woman managed to stumble back to her seat. Her face flushed with a crimson almost as saturated as her hair. An embarrassed giggle escaped her form — the second time she ever felt that emotion.
“So, yeah!” the woman resumed, leaning against the bar for extra support, despite being firmly seated… Just in case. “Anyway, he does his awesome pose and then he goes SUPER buff! And I mean REALLY buff. Must’ve been a transformation or something. Anyway, then he starts CHARGING UP this weird attack after he tells the monster to ‘stop being evil or whatever’.” The woman shrugged, “I don’t remember exactly what he said, but…”
Noxa waved a hand dismissively, indicating whatever was said wasn’t central to the story. Not that it mattered — she was already rambling on as it was.
“But uhh…” The woman found her throat clearing, “Yeah, that still isn’t the end of it. Another Super Saiyan arrived. I don’t know much about her — at that point I had to focus on something else. Another saiyan moved into intercept that new Super saiyan, but I know even less about her.” As Noxa spoke the found herself reaching for a few more treats. Her talons reached within the crystalline bowl, only for her to touch glass. The woman looked yonder to survey the empty bowl. Noxa pursed her lips, showing her discontent with the situation at hand.
However, the bar’s hero re-entered the scene. Derek Landy slid into view from within the door leading to the storage. In his arms were two sizable bags of the same chewy treats. Each of the bars was nearly the size of his torso — which was considerable for a man of his 5’11” stature.
“I!” He announced, “Have arrived!” His eye washed over the bowl Noxa’s hand remained in. “And not a minute too soon, so I see. Worry not, Lass.” Noxa’s hand was promptly removed by Derek as the contained was filled the point of overflowing with more candy.
Noxa took a handful, pushing her mug towards Derek with her elbow as she mentioned something about needing a refill with something ‘new and exciting’. Derek took her mug, heading to the end of the bar to look for something. When he returned her mug was filled with a dark-brown, frothy stout.
“And a straw!” Noxa chimed in.
Derek considered telling her a straw ruined this kind of alcohol, but decided against it. With a few swift motions Noxa found a twisting, curly straw into her drink .
The woman was quick to happily nurse herself on the straw and her healthy stout.
Once she’d wet her palate a little she was swift to resume her story telling was resumed.
“I don’t really know much what happened with those newcomers.” Noxa took the mug into her left hand, leaning on the bar with her left elbow as she addressed the Majin.
“But the the girl, who confronted the monster, shot a blast towards the monster’s summoner. He took it hard; it left him in bad shape! BUT the monster was still charging his attack, which he then fired it at the girl!”
Noxa’s right hand then pressed hard into her thigh as she leaned in closer to the Majin — raising her voice for emphasis. “But at the last second the woman, Zucceta, rushed in and blocked the attack!”
The barkeep, having returned to see the story was still going on, shook his head. It was nice — watching two patrons socializing like this. As far as he was concerned bonding over a drink was one of humanity’s best traditions.
[OOC: Sorry for the delay. I also had Derek leave for a while since this post was already getting pretty big — Noxa likes to ramble. @_@!]
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Post by Shemha on Sept 5, 2016 6:35:45 GMT
As their lovely bartender(for he seemed to almost solely focused on the two ladies) stepped into the back, Shemha allowed her full attention to once again fall on Noxa. The girl definitely was interesting even if she hadn’t straight up answered the Majin’s question. No worries, the night was young.
Shemha watched with some amusement as the girl’s hair held the last of the tasty treats hostage for a moment longer before they disappeared into her mouth. Although not shocked by the movement she did have to admit that her hair didn’t exactly look like tentacles or antennae in any normal sense. Then again, Shemha’s exposure, like anyone else’s was not all inclusive in terms of the creatures the Universe offered.
The continued retelling of what Noxa witness downtown slowly began to shift from a disaster to what sounded like a fight between school children. A child Super Saiyan pulling the Queen’s hair? Shemha’s immediate thought was the boy must have possessed real power for Zucceta to not simply swat him away. On top of that…why was this Saiyan child against the Queen of his people? So much to learn, yet she knew she couldn’t start firing off questions.
Her play of ignorance needed to continue and too many questions with a focus on individuals would destroy that ruse. So instead she just smiles and listened for now, seeing clearly that Noxa enjoyed telling the tale. All things considered it was not your every day story, giant apes and golden haired warriors clashing in the middle of a crowded city.
The whole glowing ball of jell thing left Shemha with a puzzled expression on her face, but considering that the one telling the story didn’t know what it was, the confusion would likely be left to linger.
When the red head held up her finger to motion for a minute, Shemha was plenty happy to oblidge. The short pause allowed her to lean sideways and take in a sip of her own drink. The ice cold beverage still held all the flavor it had started with, the Majin taking in a deep drink while Noxa sloshed her own beverage around her mouth.
A moment later they faced each other once more and Shemha’s hands followed Noxa’s as they descended towards her thighs. Although she had noticed before, the strange attire Noxa wore was something to behold. It left a large part of her…curvaceous form exposed something that no doubt drew stares or scoffs. Shemha didn’t lean either way, she merely observed.
On the story went and if hair pulling and giant apes didn’t make it unbelievable enough, an apparent super hero was next to join the fray. Who this man was, Shemha was uncertain, but she quickly learned what his signature pose was. Poor Noxa almost ended up on her backside as she worked to recreate it.
Her initial reaction was to stand with the intentions of offering the woman help back up, but she proved resilient enough to return to her feet on her own. However, as she came back to her stool Shemha did reach a hand out to steady her.
Yet another? Shemha thought as Noxa mentioned the last Super Saiyan to join the battle. It appeared that Shemha had arrived shortly after a tumultuous time on Earth. Deep in the back of her mind she wondered if Queen Zucceta was still here. If she was, the Majin needed to seek her out.
Like the costume clad hero who had attempted to save the day, Derek returned with two massive bags of sweats. Normally keeping her expressions neutral and devoid of surprise she just couldn’t help letting her eyes widen as he strolled back in.
After ordering another drink, Noxa went on to add more to the long tale. Whoever this other girl was, Zucceta protected her, which must have held significance.
”So wait, when all this was happening…it took place within the city? Forgive me for asking, but it sounds like those involved care little for the civilians and such around them. I mean…despite your side in a dispute no one should take it out on those around you.” Another partial deception for she cared littler for collateral damage. It wasn’t that she was heartless, her perspective was just tilted. Raised as the servant of a mercenary, she grew up with lessons that taught her to do what she was ordered and complete it regardless.
Shaking her head in a little disbelief that the encounter might have happened in the middle of a populated area, the motion and honest one, she leaned back towards her drink. Lips latched to the straw she drank, rather aggressively finishing off the cold drink, a small frown as she soon inhaled air.
”Ummmm…could I get another?” Only having ever had wine a few times, Shemha found herself almost a little embarrassed to ask for another so soon. Yet, it was the perfect time as he was already in the process of preparing something for Noxa. Most of her awkwardsness was likely due to the fact Derek’s job was similar to that of a servant, paid, but still acting on the requests of others. A life she knew and understood well, but was not used to being on this side of. (Sorry if it is a bit sloppy hah I am quite tired!)
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Post by Deleted on Sept 5, 2016 15:08:49 GMT
The scarlet-haired Bio Android leaned left, elbow supporting herself against the bar. Her right hand reached for the mug, bringing it to herself for a new for another sip. This time, it was just that — a tiny little savor. Noxa didn’t want to keep her new Majin bar buddy waiting too long; she had more tale to tell. But first, Noxa decided to address her concerns.
A moment after her sip had ended Noxa gave a quick nod. A way to give her a little answer, until she was able to further elaborate. Her brows furrowed just a bit as the flavorful spirit’s unique taste once again offered a much-needed refresh for the storyteller.
Derek, however, had been keeping an eye on one of his two favorite customers. By the time the polite Majin had asked the barkeep had already been on it; working on crushing the extra ice for her drink.
“Don’t worry, Lass.” Assured the confident artist, “A good mixologist always has his eye peels for this costumer’s needs.”
Noxa couldn’t help but gaze over her shoulder, the taste of her stout subsiding a bit. “You haven’t been tending much to anyone else.” She observed in a casual manner.
The barkeep nodded. He mumbled something under his breath. Something about the other costumers drinking slower than a rich girl's lapdog, thus not needing much attention. Noxa didn’t really understand what he meant by that, but she figured it was just something to fill in his line. After all, he was distracted, currently carefully measuring the various juices used in his concoction.
The redhead turned to her new friend just as Derek began his shaking routine; this time, with far less fluff and dancing.
Right — her friend's question! Couldn't forget that! Noxa began:
“Well — yes! Well, kinda? It was just near the downtown district’s exit. It was within the city, but in the middle of the large roads.” Noxa lowered her mug, allowed the chill glass to rest against her thigh. “Yeah, I wouldn’t know about anyone there caring about civilians. Not when it came to most of them, anyway... But I do know that the Saiyan that tried to kill the monster cared at least a little bit. I also know Captain Nova cared a lot. Speaking of which — remember that attack he was charging?”
Yet another grin found itself forming on the redhead’s features. This was by far her favorite part of the story. Derek, as if psychic, was right on queue; he delivered the brand new creamy white refreshment to the Majin.
“Your Chi-Chi. Please, enjoy.” Announced the courteous man, offering her ANOTHER shapely glass. It was just as well decorated with a pink twisty straw, cherries, and pineapple as before; it even still had a sugar-coated rim! Mr. Landy begged for the lady to excuse him as he retrieved the glass she had already finished.
“Well, after the saiyan woman — Zucceta, that is, saved the girl all hell broke lose.” The arm that rested against the bar soon found itself having another job. It picked up the slack for the woman’s tendril of hair, which had retracted itself once it had run out of gummies. The woman reached to the sides of the bowl, picking up the few treats that had spilled themselves from the container.
The squishy candies were rolled between her talons, as Noxa pressed on. “The ‘hero of the cosmos’, Captain Nove decided that the monster’s attack was the last straw. You see, he had warned the monster’s summer to stand down — but he hadn’t. So, naturally, the hunky hero attacked! Oh — I wish you were there. It was so awesome. It happened so fast. Captain Nova DASHED in towards the monster like a ‘golden bullet’! He zeroed in before his fist connected with the monster’s torso.” Noxa grinned, looking up as though the event had just happened, “The strike was strong enough to send the freaking ten-story-tall monster into freaking space!”
Derek chimed in, “Oh, that’s right. I remember watchin--”
“Garçon~!” came a voice from a few tables down. Landy looked yonder, once again asking to be excused by the two women.
He’d once more left the scene.
Noxa was tempted to pull away from the bar and look over; find out who had called for Derek. She hadn’t expected a tone so refined to come from anyone at this establishment. Well, aside from the two others that Noxa kept company. Regardless, she didn’t budge; Noxa was nearly done!
“Anyway, so the girl — who I must stress, was super cool and awesome — launched herself after the hero, Captain Nova. She was so inspired by his amazing speech and behavior that she wanted to help him out. So she targeted the summoner — who looked damaged after the monster was attacked. They must have been linked, or something.” The Bio Woman found herself shrugging, “I’m not sure if that was it, exactly, but it would explain his beat-up state after Cpt. Nova sent his minion off world.”
The woman gave an exasperated sigh. Her attention returned to the drink in her right hand. She rose the mug, bringing her lips to its rim instead of the straw she had requested. She didn’t savor her stout this time — no, the redhead practically inhaled the drink. With two long swigs, the plentiful mug had been drained.
A heavy sigh escaped the woman, followed by a gasp of air. She needed to touch of intoxication for this next part.
“Now, you would figure that it would be a good idea to kill off a monster that had at one point literally shouted ‘I will kill that woman no matter what it takes’, right? Well, I did too.” The woman said, not realizing the slow shift to first-person. “Then I rush at him. I’m about to finish him off, then that jerk of a saiyan gets in my way! He stops my blast with only his hand, then freaking… Power taps my shoulder! His poke sends me sliding a few feet, then he tells me ‘ohh, this place isn’t safe for you. Leave.’”
The redhead let off an exasperated sigh, “Can you believe that super saiyan guy? What a jerk! Anyway, Captain Nova comes to defend me — he was so sweet, but by that point, I was just done y’ know? And I leave.”
Noxa shrugged, “Not much destruction happened besides that, though; as far as I know that was that.” She admitted, “So I doubt the super saiyans there actually fought each other. Or, if they did, I’m sure they went somewhere really remote. After all, you were probably right; any battle between those super powered freaks would have probably leveled the city.”
The irony of a Bio Android calling anyone else a ‘freak’ completely went over Noxa’s head. As did the fact she had hinted that she was involved in the story — well, more like mistakenly confirmed it. The gummy dogs she had been toying with were them promptly brought to her lips and finally consumed.
The scarlet-haired girl found herself turning her body towards the bar. Both her elbows found themselves resting on its chilly surface. Her wrists came together and her chin rested on the space between. Palms resting against her cheek and talons drumming on the sides of her cheekbones. A melancholic sigh escaped the scantily-clad Bio Woman, a sigh marking the end of her exciting storytelling.
Noxa turned her head just enough to peek at the Majin from the corner of her eyes. “I guess that’s just a day in Satan City… If you still have any questions feel free to ask me.” The woman offered. Her hair made a move once more, spiking itself into a single treat. It was swiftly brought to Noxa and devoured. “Might help you acclimate better knowing the latest situation n’ stuff.”
The melancholic girl's features sparked with a bit more life as something had just crossed her mind. Something that she should have dealt with much earlier in this conversation.
"I'm Noxa, by the way! What's your name, Miss Not-Jacklynn?"
[OOC: Don't sweat it. I thoroughly enjoyed yer pawst!]
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Post by Shemha on Sept 6, 2016 3:26:57 GMT
Derek was a skilled and perceptive man, that could not be denied at least when it came to his craft. Before she even asked for the second beverage his hands worked to create the delicious mixture. Again the Majin missed the majority of his show with the shaker and ingredients, but the parts she did glimpse gained appreciation. In a way his drive made them similar for Shemha always performed to the best of her abilities regardless of if there was an audience or not. Hard work and dedication bred perfection.
”Thank you.” The small smile she offered was his only payment for now, until the tab was settled at the end of the night.
The cold drink clutches between her slender fingers, she turned herself fully to face Noxa. Straw stuck between her thin lips she drank, suction drawing the delicious drink up into her mouth. This was only her second drink and she was far from addicted, but she did believe she understood how individuals could have problems with limiting themselves. Tasty, cold, and with a wonderful texture the partially frozen beverage begged to be consumed in excess.
Without interruption Shemha let the red head continue her tale. Casual sips were here only contribution to the exchange as the woman went on detail the rest of the encounter in Satan City’s downtown area. Her drinking accented by the sporadic handfuls of treats, she made for a good audience. The gummy snacks really were delicious, just as much as her drink if not more so. Out of the various colors, the red ones were most definitely her favorite and it was not because of their resemblance to her own form. Whatever flavor they were, it was the best out of the bunch.
Before long Derek was called away, his attention needed beyond the collection of red that dominated this part of the bar. A bystander might argue that his focus on the pair of females was because of the simple fact they were female. Both were dressed in what you might consider less than adequate clothing. Unbeknownst to Shemha, bar tenders often played up the most promising of their costumers, looking for that large tip when all was said and done. Even so, he did not seem the type. She felt Noxa and herself just represented good company compared to the rest of the individuals in the place.
The Majin’s hand waved in a short goodbye as he was called away from them, not sure how long it might be before he was able to get back to the bar. Left with her energetic companion Shemha remained focused on the story, noting the long pause Noxa took before she continued. In two long sips she had downed her drink. That followed by the shift to first person was a curious thing. All this while, had Noxa been one of the parties involved in this ordeal? It would explain why she knew so much detail in regards to the recent event. Although a witness could present comparable detail…
At the tail end of the tale the red head’s spirits seemed to dip, another curious thing. As Shemha downed another mouthful of her own drink she watched the girl turn and lean on the bar. If the long recollection of a super powered fight was “just a day in Satan City” than this place was far more dangerous than anticipated.
Her unofficial drinking buddy’s sudden shift back up the tiers of excitement drew an honest chuckle from the SSE soldier.
”The name is Shemha, it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance Noxa.” Shemha slid forward in her stool some, left boot clacking to the floor as her left arm reached out to give the other woman a solid slap on the back. She had seen the gesture before and it was one good acquaintances usually shared. The two of weren’t exactly that, but Noxa seemed open enough to hopefully accept the gesture.
”As for that jerk, don’t let it get to you. Plenty of people in this world and across the stars are obnoxious fools right? I say live in the present and focus on the future. The past is…well over and done.” A small nod followed her words, not completely sure she had read the situation completely.
”Say, what are these called again?” She asked, right index finger pointed at the bowl of treats. Shifting subjects for the moment she did want to know what they were called. If individuals were allowed to purchase bags like Derek had brought out, she wanted some before she left the planet. Her relatively large ship had plenty of storage space.
Drink still clutched in her right hand her arm lifted to bring the straw to her lips once again. Catching it in the corner of her mouth she took in more of the beverage, dark eyes casually locked on the other female’s face. Off to the side she swore she heard the same voice that had called their bar tending friend away rambling off a list of items. It seemed there was a chance he wouldn’t be back for some time.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 6, 2016 17:48:05 GMT
Noxa was glad to finally have a name to go with the face. ‘Shemha’ — definitely a name with a pleasing tune to it. Much better than some of the more bizarre names she’d heard since she arrived on Earth. Nearly every name she’d heard so far seemed to be bizarrely connected to either clothes or food. Then again, maybe it was the norm here; maybe it was NOXA that was the outlier. In the end, the redhead supposed it mattered little; she wasn’t petty enough to fluster over an entire planet’s naming tradition.
The physical contact wasn’t unexpected, after all the Shemha had previously helped Noxa save face by helping her not fall flat on her face. Though, considering Noxa’s build... Well, her face was the second thing she was worried about in the case of a fall. In fact, Shemha’s gesture was welcome. Noxa hadn’t had a lot of friendly contact in… Ever. The last time she could recall was her giving Namorel a few friendly shoves. The Majin’s gesture was the clear catalyst for another blossoming grin. Noxa’s short span of social exchange left her with little else to compare relationships to. In her eyes, the two were already deep within ‘friend’ territory.
“Yeah, you’re right.” Noxa agreed. Despite her little range of social experience that was one lesson Noxa had learned — there would always be a jackass or two; it didn’t matter what world you were in… Although the idea of ignoring the past wasn’t a philosophy Noxa had previously been exposed to. The woman mulled it over, considering the wisdom behind the imparted words. “Live in the present, huh? I can’t say I’ve ever looked at it like that…” She wasn’t entirely sure to what extreme she would be able to push that idea. Noxa believed all events ought to be dissected and learned from — that idea was part of her imprinting process, in fact.
Either way, Noxa found herself being posed with a question.
“Oh, those? They’re gummy candy. These are in the shapes of dogs — one of the many creatures that inhabit this world. They make them in all shapes, from what I’ve learned: worms, body parts, bears... You name it, really.” Noxa scrunched her nose a bit, adding a further comment, “I know for a fact that there are certain big stores you can go to, where you are able to buy BIG bags of the stuff — bags larger than some humans. I heard one of the humans who own a store I go to bragging about it. ‘Industrial- sized bags’, I think it was called.” The woman’s head tilted just a little, peering over a wall clock that hung not far above the shelf of booze behind the bar. “I know those mega stores are always open. We could probably head to one right now if we’d have r--”
The woman cut herself short, finding herself blossoming with an idea. An idea she nearly shared, but found herself deciding against it. It was essentially going to be something along the lines of offering to head out and indulge in a shopping spree of Earthly goodies. A trip that would more than likely take the duo out past the battle scars that Satan City suffered at the hands of its latest crisis.
Noxa liked her idea, but had to stop herself from imparting it. It was a selfish thing to suggest; for all she knew Shemha was here to enjoy the night, not get coerced into a late night trip. Besides, she seemed to be enjoying the little cocktail Landy had prepared for her.
Derek. Noxa’s ears twitched — focusing on whatever sound came from behind her. She couldn’t make out the words exactly, but she could tell Derek had been talking to some costumer. Nothing heated or distressing, simply giving opinions on drinks and what the customer would enjoy.
With that out of the way, the Bio Android found herself focusing once more on her Majin company. Noxa had spent the better half of their short time together blabbering about herself and her little adventures in Satan City; she had forgotten that she was also meant to be learning more. Surely her new drinking buddy had some stories of her own to share!
“How ‘bout you?” Noxa asked, “Got anything interesting to divulge? I won’t judge ya —” a hand pulled from her cheek, raising her index and middle finger in a ‘V’ sign. “Promise. Redheads’ honor.”
Noxa returned her hand to its previous place; still cradling her face with both hands. Her legs gently alternated, swinging to and fro beneath her seat. Normally one’s body would be animated due to the music in an atmosphere like this. However, Noxa’s grew restless thanks to the Majin and the amount of fun Noxa had with this little social exchange.
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Post by Shemha on Sept 6, 2016 22:56:08 GMT
While Noxa considered them to be deep within the loosely defined friend territory, Shemha wouldn’t be so sure. That was due to her lack of experience with that type of relationship in general. Friendship was a luxury she never experienced in her younger days, the only acquaintance of significance she had being her former master. Still, this trip with its goal of information gathering was shaping up far differently than expected, especially her night in the bar. There was something about Noxa that kept her interested…perhaps they were friends, even though they had so recently met.
Shemha was pleased to see the girl take her advice. The past was not to be discounted and discarded completely, but if nothing was to gain from dwelling on a particular part of it, it was best to move on. For Shemha the death of her Master was a dark day in her young life, one she originally thought she would never recover from. Part of her ability to get over the loss was the fact her personality had shifted when she absorbed Ront while he laid on his deathbed, the influx of his personality into hers leaving behind a new woman. Yet beyond that, she grew stronger with each day, capable of handling the world more effective and efficiently thanks to her naturally strong will. Her servitude to the Solar Saiyan Empire was her decision, not something chosen for her.
It was all for the better. Shemha would have never become as strong as she was serving at her former master’s side. Now she worked for powerful warriors, individuals with strength far beyond her own. The new relationships found her with renewed purpose and desire, the only reason she was here to further aide those she had sworn herself too.
Now the fact Noxa shared information about a sweets wholesale store was just a bonus, a delicious one. Before she left Earth, Shemha promised herself that the retailer would be visited. Again, she wanted to stock her ship for the time spent in space.
The unfinished sentence caused the Majin’s brow to lift, but the redhead never came back to it. Instead she inquired about Shemha herself. Her whole “redheads’ honor” drew a laugh though as Shemha slowly shook her head in amusement and to stall a moment.
Something interesting? Before Shemha deceived her new companion on purpose, feigning ignorance about Zucceta, but she wasn’t trying to hide anything now, save her SSE ties. However, she couldn’t come up with a thing; her existence was not one of note. That was her perspective of course. What did other people tell about themselves, their pasts?
”Well…ummm. I do not have any stories like you, but I can tell you a little about myself if you would like.” It was clear the Majin felt awkward talking about herself, yet she was trying to give it a go. Her words almost came off like someone on a first date, unsure what to say.
”I cannot promise that it will be interesting to you; my days alongside my former master weren’t nearly as flashy as what happened downtown, but I am willing to share.” She offered, her right hand extending out to the side in a casual gesture. Noxa chose to speak freely most of the time, at least in Shemha’s experience. She preferred to be a little more reserved, not wanting to bore the girl if she had no interest. Hopefully she wasn’t making a fool of herself.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 7, 2016 8:43:59 GMT
The third participant of their conversation slid back into view, promptly nearing the two women. Derek barely gave them much of a ‘hey’ beneath his breath before he crouched, reaching below the bar to gather some materials. His time back on this side of the bar was to be kept short; he had business to attend to back with some of the other clients. Suddenly, the bar-side crowd seemed a lot more interested in drinking. Derek could only assume that whatever entertainment they had come to see here had failed them. After all, in his few weeks or working here he had hardly been asked for much more than a few light drinks; much less having been asked to actually whip up a cocktail!
He welcomed this change. A mixologist — no… Any artist, after all, ought to be challenged as often as possible. Pushed to further hone their skills; that was something that simply pouring light beer into a glass didn’t do for him.
Noxa pulled her gaze from her Majin mate, examining the array of materials that the ginger man had conjured up from beneath the bar. Her curious gaze saw another stainless steel shaker; plenty of ice; coconut cream; plenty of familiar bottles and some sugar.
“Wait, weren’t those the exact same materials used for Shemha’s fancy cocktail thing?” The redhead found herself asking, peeking over at her companion to see if she was already in need of another refill.
Derek gave Shemha & Noxa a passing smile. It was rather prominent, even beneath his orange handlebar mustache. “One of the other patrons spotted your drink.” He commented, giving Shemha a quick nod of his head, explaining his prolonged absence, as well as the need to leave.
“According to ‘them’ they absolutely loved the look, so now I have two prepare two more batches. Maybe this place ought to hire you as a poster girl; maybe then the bar would actually make some money.” There was a heavy, bellowing chuckle from the man. He truly enjoyed his joking quip.
Noxa simply broke a smile. His joke wasn’t exactly side-splitting, but either way, the redhead found it a nice way to sway the mood a little. The woman with the xanthic irises watched as the barkeep mounted the myriad of materials within a tray and carried them away, bidding them a temporary goodbye as he headed off to prepare a few other beverages.
The Bio Android found herself turning completely towards the Majin once more. Her right hand rested on her lap; her left forearm heavily pressing against the bar. Noxa’s right leg came to cross over her left knee — a position to help her lean her left side against the bar more comfortably. Noxa had managed to pick up on the uncertainty in her drinking buddy's tone, something she was sure to fix!
“What? Don’t sell yourself short, Shemha!” Noxa rose her left hand, a gesture of dismissal. It flopped back down against the bar with an audible ‘thud’. “I wandered a desert world for 18 years doing almost nothing but sleeping and hunting. Almost anything you could toss at me would beat that day-to-day monotony.”
The woman gave a shrug — a hardly noticeable rise and fall of her shoulders. The arm that supported the woman against the bar found its hand being raised. Noxa used it to comfort her cheek; a sassy, yet friendly pose. Miss Sass gave her alien buddy a soft shake of her head, imparting a jovial display of disapproval alongside her friendly features.
The simpering lips spread as Noxa gave a few final words: “Seriously, relax a bit. I’m not here to judge, right? Just some small talk.” The woman couldn’t help but chuckle, “I’ll tell you what? Give me a little story — doesn’t even have to be too crazy. And if you do I’ll cover both our tabs AND get you a to-go gummie bag. What do you say?”
As is making a final point one of Noxa's scarlet tendrils separated itself from the scarlet mass, threading through a handful of the candy. Noxa's hair, now a gummie shish kabob, danced between the two women. Another playful gesture, "Commoon~" She teased, "A fuuullll baaag~!"
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Post by Shemha on Sept 8, 2016 18:42:33 GMT
A small grin crept across the Majin’s face as Derek returned. Instantly he began to work on a very familiar drink, the ingredients and procedures the same as when he mixed her drink. It looked like she was helping to sell drinks and she wasn’t even the one behind the bar. Part of her wanted to send a jab the bartender’s way and ask if the tip would in part go to her. After all, had she not asked for something fruity he would never have made the beverage in the first place. She refrained though, eyes only lingering on the man for a moment before she let him work. There really was nothing interesting about her path, but Noxa was persistent that the red skinned girl shares something about herself. It was fair she supposed, Noxa had provided her with the information she asked about and now it was time for Shemha to return the favor. Head cocked to the side for a moment, she contemplates what to say. Slowly she shifted through her memories in search of one that might provide her companion with some entertainment. ”Well…and I am holding you to your offer by the way.”She began, far less energetic about her story telling than Noxa. ”Several years ago, when I was still in the service of my former master, the two of us were required to investigate a space station. I say us, but the job was his and only mine by extension. Anyway, after several days of searching for the place we located it. Externally it was set up to receive ships, offering refueling under false pretenses.” Shemha paused, not for effect, but to take in a long sip of her cold drink, the beverage half drained already. ”Ront, my former master, had already gathered from various reports that ship who docked at the station were found stripped or refitted months later, their previous owners gone. It is amazing what one can find on the black market. Although, I wouldn’t recommend buying a ship that way if you can help it, go through legitimate channels like I did.” The slight shift off topic was not missed by the Majin, waving her hand as if it didn’t matter. She didn’t realize it, but the alcohol was actually starting to affect her, the girl possessed little to no tolerance.
”Like I was saying, we located the station and chose to approach it like one of its supposed victims might. We reached out, talked with them through the com and got permission to dock. Now, you never met my former master, but he was a rather imposing figure by all accounts. Tall, muscular and suited for combat he doesn’t exactly scream victim. I on the other hand,” A hand motioned down her slender, not so imposing frame. ”don’t exactly scream out threat, wouldn’t you agree?” The more she talked, the easier she found it to add more. Behind her someone let out a cry as they tripped and fell, but she didn’t even notice.
”The plan was to send me out first as I had been the one to talk with them before docking, make it seem as if I was alone. It worked like a charm. You would be amazed how susceptible people are to a soft voice and well placed smile, I am a good actress when it is required of me.” The comment a small insight into the deceptive side of the Majin, normally hidden under that polite exterior.
”I have to admit though, they were committed to the ruse. Initially we expected them to just attempt to subdue me the second I stepped out, there were four of them in the hanger, but they acted as if all was normal. Asked me questions about where I was coming from and where I was headed, quite casual about the whole thing. My assumption was that was how they gathered information on which ships to take and which to let go.” A slight pause to sip her drink again, the beverage drawing every closer to the bottom of her glass.
For a moment she paused, swirling the piece of fruit that had fallen from the rim into the mixture. More than she realized, the alcohol was getting to her, not so much hindering her judgement or speech, but allowing her to be distracted more easily. Shoving the piece to the side of her glass for worry that it might block the end of her straw her head lifted back up to smile at Noxa.
”In order to complete the ruse, Ront ordered me to just go along with them, even leave the hanger if they offered to show me to the lounge area while they tended to the ship. He always thought ahead like that. So when they offered I of course went with them, led into the back by a pair of them. They continued to chat me up, but I did begin to see slight glances between the two as if trying to deliver visual cues.”
Whenever she mentioned her former master, she seemed to do so with respect for she had held the man in high regard. Property or not, she had grown attached to him over the years and most of what she knew, she owed to him. Eyes still on Noxa she paused again for a moment.
”So, Ront on the ship, me lead to the back. Any questions so far? Please forgive me if I am not clear on something, storytelling isn’t something I normally do.” Silently and maybe not as candidly as she would have liked, Shemha was enjoying herself. Rarely in her life had anyone wanted to hear about her nor did she have a reason to tell. This sort of casual, non-goal based conversation was…enjoyable.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 9, 2016 23:40:16 GMT
A tall, frothy glass of deep brown stout was sipped clean; before Noxa could realize it she has no more refreshments. The woman had been fully indulging herself, leisurely partaking in the chewy gummies with the help of her hair; lazily sipping her alcohol through a long straw. Noxa’s mission had been to learn more about the social intricacies of the world. It was something she had been doing for quite some time now, but she doubted it had ever been this fun before. Between the atmosphere, the alcoholic self-indulgence, and the amazing company this was certainly something she was enjoying. Unlike the countless hours that Noxa spent eavesdropping on conversations within public transportation, shops, food stands… The list went on.
A small smile had broken through to Noxa’s lips once her Majin friend had accepted her offer. Noxa shifted in her seat, albeit her position did not change. The simpering look lingered throughout the length of the tale.
It was at the very beginning of the story that Noxa found herself gripped by intrigue. Her own experience with ships was rather small; the only time she had so much as been in one was during the time she made herself a stowaway within a trading vessel bound off-world from Zilyana. Noxa would be lying if she were to say that she hadn’t had a bit of interest in the kind of activity that went on way out there in the void.
The woman listened closely, only ever preying her eye away from Shemha when Derek passed by to fetch more snacks or ingredients. Either way, Derek simply passed and went; not much of a distraction.
Once the Majin woman first took her pause, deviating from the story and gesturing towards Noxa, the redhead decided to voice her first concern. “Hey,” She said, “How come you and your master were out investigating? Did he work for military or law enforcement?”
Noxa paused, waiting until the woman finished with her train of thought until she decided to pose any more questions. Interrupting someone even further would, after all, be rather rude on her part — especially considering just how police the Majin had been thus far.
When the woman began to describe her experience Noxa was finally able to empathize with her. She fully understood the struggle of tracking down prey and attempting to lull it into a false sense of security before finally striking. Once Noxa was gestured to take a gander that the Majin’s form, she did. It was elegant. Shemha was absolutely correct; Noxa would definitely not take her for a threatening figure in an off day. The plan, so far, had been rather ingenious.
The Bio Android also found merit within the plan of the villainous foes. Despite their clearly predatory behavior within the hangar, the plan of not capturing every ship was certainly a good one. A way to cast off law enforcement long enough for a sum to be made.
“Yes, I’ve got another question!” Noxa spoke up, her voice suddenly energetic. It was a perfect time for the Majin to propose Noxa to ask too! “Why didn’t you bring back up?” Noxa asked, “Was your master very strong? Skilled?”
The woman found herself leaning away from the bar. She crossed her arms, narrowing her eyes as she commented on one more part of the story. “This is getting interesting — did they attack your ship too? Did you manage to leave and call for help? Also, what was your master like? I couldn’t help but notice your tone has a little bit of a different hymn to it when you talk about him… He must have been something really special.”
Derek then finally arrived; he let out a heavy sigh as he did, leaning against the bar.
“You know,” Said the ginger man and his handlebar mustache, “It’s weird. All of a sudden there is all this busy work for me to do...” He shook his head, “Anyway, is there anything I could get either of you?”
The Bio Woman looked over to him. Perfect timing!
“Derek, dear, could you do us a favor?” She asked, “I don’t need anything to drink — I’ve had enough for the night, but I’d like you to merge Shemha’s tab and my own; I’ll be paying for both. Also, is there anyway I can buy a bag of these deliscious gummy treats?” The woman asked, looking over towards the now half-empty bowl. “I noticed you’ve got large bags.”
Derek found the question rather odd, but not unheard of. There were plenty of clients that, under the influence of alcohol, asked to purchase a specific bottle they grew fond of. In this case, however, it was candy; a new, yet not novel experience for him.
She man narrowed his eyes, “Suuure. Generally the asking price for selling materials for the bar is twice the asking price of the raw material. Is that okay, Lass?”
Noxa nodded, “Yeah, that’s fine.”
With that Derek shrugged, chuckling, “Alright, I’ll be sure to keep that in mind and set a bar apart for you whenever you two decide to head out for the night.”
OOC: I'm VERY sorry this took so long. Things came up + weird sleep cycle. ><!
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