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Post by Shemha on Sept 11, 2016 15:13:51 GMT
With another sip of her drink, the second of the night already starting to near its end, Shemha nodded to Noxa’s question. At the time she had thought her master to be quite powerful for he was far stronger than her and most they came across. Of course that would no longer be the case if he were to be alive for she far surpassed him now and individuals like Zucceta and the like eclipsed him even more.
In silence Shemha observed the exchange between their bartending friend and Noxa, glad the girl was already taking the initiative to get them a supply of their much loved treats. Even if the pair of them split a bag it would be plenty for the both of them in the short term. Nodding slowly in agreement with Noxa’s own acceptance of Derek’s terms, she didn’t object to Noxa’s decision to combine their tabs. She felt it rude to refuse an offer like that and instead offer a soft “Thank You” before getting back to the story and the red heads questions.
”Not the military, no. He was a mercenary of his own employment. That was the main reason he purchased me those years ago, he wanted an assistant and cleanup crew for the missions that required a little more discretion. Looking back now I have to admit that being a “hired gun” as they say is rather lucrative if you are talented. Ront was a capable warrior, more powerful than most and definitely more intelligent. He never went into a situation without as much information as possible.” Again there was respect in her voice when she spoke of her former master, the man a father figure to her in a strange way even if she was technically his property and not his daughter. His presence was all she had known.
”So, like I had been saying, the two who escorted me in back began to exchange those subtle looks, you know, when two people attempt to communicate silently. I of course came off as rather simple minded since I stepped off the ship, wanting to appear as harmless as I could. It ended up working out perfectly.” Shifting some, her left leg rose to cross over her right as she slipped back into her more formal position, back straight and head up.
”What their cue was I am not sure, but once we stepped into the lounge room they claimed I could relax in, the pair of them came at me. Unfortunately for them my power had been suppressed since we came within com range of the station. Let’s just say it was a fatal mistake.” An almost grin took shape on the female’s features at that, not really one to brag about her skills, but obviously she had enjoyed the moment. Who didn’t like removing scum from the Universe? In reality the expression was something she would never have worn several months back, her time spent around her Saiyan allies definitely rubbing off on her.
”As for Ront back on the ship, the sign for him to burst into action was when he sensed my signature spike. He was able to suppress his power to almost nothing, a man capable of restraint when he knew it to be what was needed. I attempted to rush back to the hanger once those two oafs were dealt with, but my master had handled the rest with relative ease. In hindsight an aggressive headstrong assault might have wielded the same results and more quickly, but we just didn’t know what we were going into. Better safe than sorry, right?” One last intake through her straw and the chilled beverage was empty, her hand then setting the glass down on the counter and giving it a small shove. When Derek began to ask if she wanted another a polite hand waved him off. She didn’t want to take advantage of Noxa’s offer to cover her expenses and on top of that, she was enjoying the conversation.
”Now you might think that with those murders handled we were done, but that was far from the case. Our contract required that we bring the station in to be investigated further and so as much could be salvaged from it as possible in order to counter balance the multiple claims of missing people and cargo. The original plan was for Ront to return with coordinates while I remained in case any others came across the station. What we found out upon our arrival though was the area contained a high amount of asteroid traffic…something that does not bode well for any space bound craft that remains stationary for too long. Instead we chose to attach the thing to our ship, a dangerous venture considering how hard it is to drag another object through space.”
“Similar to our original plan, I remained on the station to control and monitor its outputs while Ront piloted his ship. At the time my knowledge of ship controls was quite adequate as I flew his ship for him many times when he had more pressing matters. As exciting as the idea of space travel can sound…there are plenty of long hours with little to do I am afraid. Anyway, when we finally returned to the contact they were quire shocked we had actually brought the station with us. How they investigated it and salvaged it afterwards is news to me, that wasn’t part of our contract. It was an interesting one though, one of the more varied ones. Most of his chosen jobs focus on the retrieval of criminals…what’s the unofficial name for it again…bounty hunter?” She shrugged as if it didn’t matter, the alcohol in her system to thank for her more relaxed nature. The fact she had refused a third drink was probably wise, who knew what over consumption would do to the girl.
Story finished and in far poorer fashion than her red headed counterpart, Shemha almost felt a little embarrassed. Such a factually and to the point individual she realized she needed to work on her ability to embellish a story, add in that more detail instead of handling it like she was reporting to a superior. (Although this time she had not been as formal as she thought she had.) Hands folding gently on her upraised thigh she gave Noxa a smile.
”So like I said, not the most interesting of tales I know, but that was my life for some time. I am sure Ront could have told them far better, his memory was sharp when it came to contracts.” One hand left her thigh to grab for a handful of treats. With her drink gone and a third one not placed, she still craved sugar, so she chose the candies. Noxa might have created a monster by offering her bar-mate the gummy snacks. (Sorry for the delay! I have had quite a busy weekend!)
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Post by Deleted on Sept 12, 2016 6:32:43 GMT
Shortly after Noxa’s request as to the bag of candy, Derek gave a curt nod. The same friendly man that had tended to the two of them for the night sequestered himself into the backroom once more.
“Please, excuse me, Lass.” The man begged before taking his leave.
Noxa watched as the man moved. Her gaze returned to her Majin buddy. In doing so her hair seemed to shift, the scarlet mass pulled a credit card from her hair, sliding it towards the table. Noxa’s attention hadn’t been at all pulled away the redhead. The soft ‘thank you’ was acknowledged, but not addressed. Noxa didn’t think anything of it, after all, it was part of her offer; a bag of candy and no billing for her drinks.
Noxa focused as the story resumed. A mercenary, apparently — that was their previous calling. Noxa couldn’t help but feel a degree of cognitive dissonance. It was something akin to when she had originally met Captain Nova; akin to when she realized not all heroes were out to get her. The Bio Android, up to now, only had negative experiences with sellswords and bounty hunters. Then again, as Shemha claimed her master was a calculated man; that alone set him apart from the majority of mercenaries she came across. Often they would simply charge at Noxa with little word or forethought. It wasn’t a big surprise that Shemha took after her master. All throughout their night together the Majin had shown the utmost composure and courtesy, so naturally Shemha’s tactful nature didn’t really come off as a big surprise.
With the description of Shemha’s victory, Noxa found herself smiling. It was far less sinister than She ha's grin, but it was there.
“Cheers on your victory!” Noxa noted, as an aside. The Majin’s victory, however, proved a point Noxa had been formulating in her mind: ki suppression, despite not being an offensive skill, could prove deadly.
“Your master sounds rather competent,” Noxa commented once the woman took a break to sip her beverage. “Why did he need your help? In my experience the mercenaries that buy canon fodder are often the ones who are unlikable and unable to stand on their own… But they way you’re making him out to be — well, he is different.”
As the story began to find down Noxa remained relatively involved. She did expect a bit of a twist to come to the end. An ambush or something akin to it. It didn’t come. Noxa couldn’t help but chuckle. For all of the hesitation, Shemha had presented at the start of the story Noxa didn’t expect it go go as it had.
“It wasn’t a bad story,” The Bio noted, “It was fun to listen to. Honest!” There were a few questions Noxa wished she could ask. The most prominent one regarding the Majin’s master. From the way she regarded him it was rather obvious the man was no longer among the living; Noxa was curious as to his passing, but even she understood that questioning such a thing would have been an incredibly rude thing to do. So, naturally, Noxa let the would-be line of questioning pass.
Noxa waited patiently for Shemha’s to fill up on the gummies. The redhead would have made a reach for it after the Majin retracted her treat-filled hand, but after seeing how they were almost out Noxa decided against it. She knew a brand new package had been opened and remained behind the bar, but instead of making a grab for it Noxa decided to exercise her patience.
It was around that time that Derek returned. With him was a torso-sized bag of gummy dogs. He carefully let the merchandise rest atop the bad, safely away from drinks and cups.
“Here you go.” He said. Derek looked over the girls, taking notice of the thinning crowd — that sparked as a reminder in the man’s head. “It’s almost closing time.” The man noted, “You two should start wrapping it up.” A hearty chuckle escaped his lips, “Us bartenders have to sleep too, you know?”
With that, Noxa simply nodded over to the credit card that had laid on the table. The man was quick together it and begin processing their order.
“I’m going to assume that’s it for the night?” He asked the duo. Noxa nodded; she had her fill with both candy and alcohol.
“A few hours ago you mentioned tips, right? Give yourself a nice one. I don’t carry zeni with me… So… Do what you need to with that piece of plastic.”
Derek nodded, filling out a physical receipt. Just a formality he had to adhere to as per this place’s regulations.
As he did that Noxa found her head cocking over to the side, peering over to the stage. Now that her attention was no longer her her Majin friend, she could see that Derek was right. The place had begun to empty itself a while back. The band had been long gone; the instruments had been put away. Noxa grunted, pushing herself from the stool. Between sipping at a weaker type of alcohol for the past hour or so, and having her body begin to process the toxins Noxa found herself at the very least able to stand just fine. The 6’3” woman leaned against the bar, her talons pressing against it as she stretched herself, arching her back lightly.
She grunted and relaxed herself, pulling away from the bar. She peeked over to her Majin friend, who she imagined didn’t have the capability to filter alcohol as well as Noxa did. The woman couldn’t help but chuckle as the took a step closer to her drinking companion.
“Are you going to need some help standing up?”
The man couldn't help but look yonder to the two standing women. His eyebrows raised in surprise. "Considering how much you have been putting away, Lass, I'm surprised you are able to stand up..."
He shook his head, finding himself making a comment to himself, "It seems all redheads have an inherent resistance to alcohol."
[Ooc: It's okay ^^ irl always comes first. Trying to bring this to a neat, organic finish!]
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Shemha
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Post by Shemha on Sept 12, 2016 21:13:54 GMT
”He was a competent man. His reasons for my services were initially for the duties of a servant, a luxury, but they evolved over time. Over the years he succeeded at almost every endeavor and taught me most of what I know. Unfortunately, luck is a factor in life and for some it runs out.” A small shrug of her shoulders followed as if it did not matter.
Truth be told, deep down, she did miss him. For years his presence and direction was all she knew. As odd as their relationship was, she had seen him as a father figure. While not the loving bond between a real father and his daughter, theirs had been one of professionalism and loyalty. One could argue the loyalty was more one sided as she was technically his property, yet he had not once abandoned her or willingly let harm befall her without a greater goal present. For all his flaws as an individual and his choices, Ront was a good man. That was part of the reason she had not been able to let him go.
In her mind, he lived on, his genetic code within her own being and part of who she was. The confidence and battle experience she now possessed was in a large part due to him. Before the absorption of her former master the creatures taken into her body were weak, the only reason she had absorbed them to erase their existence. A dark part of her past and one shared with none, the acts were part of her duty and performed without question. Yet the difference was that Ront possessed more strength of arm and character than those before him and that had influenced her more than she realized it would at the time. Overall it made her stronger, a fact not forgotten.
For a moment Shemha slipped into her past, the reflection likely fueled by the alcohol in her system, but when Derek spoke up she came around. He was right; the place had cleared out while the two females had shared bar side stories. As unfamiliar with the actions required to close out a tab as Noxa was with the card she pulled from her hair, Shemha was glad the red head handled it for them.
As she waited for the bartender to finish what was needed, her eyes lingered on the bags of gummy dogs. All things considered this night was a success. Now aware that Zucceta herself was on Earth was good information on its own, but the drink and snacks only enhanced her time spent in the bar. The grumpy man with his paper had not steered her wrong as initially thought.
There was one last issue to deal with though, the discovery of what strong alcohol did to one’s system. Majin or not, what you consumed entered your system, no matter how different that system might be. Initially when Noxa asked if she needed help a hand was quick to wave her off. She had this there was nothing wrong with…whoaaa!
The moment she let her weight shift from her rump to her legs, they wobbled, acting very much like the rubbery substance they were. Out of instinct one hand grabbed for the stool Noxa so recently claimed and the other for the woman herself. Gripping the girl’s shoulder and the seat, she found her balance. Even with her feet steady under her, it felt temporary, her equilibrium a tad off.
”Perhaps I do…please forgive me; this is my first time consuming such spirits.” The warmth in her cheeks a clear sign of embarrassment, thank goodness her skin color didn’t allow it to show.
A hand on Noxa and eventually leaning on the taller woman for support…and tall she was! With the two of them sitting for the night, the only time Noxa spent up being when she stumbled around to tell her tale, Shemha had missed the woman’s true height. Standing several inches higher than even the top of her tentacle like hair, Noxa was on the tall side.
Not exactly able to throw her arm over the girl’s shoulder, Shemha instead put it around her waist. Gripping the other girl’s hip she found a place where she was balanced, but still slightly leaning against her companion.
”Thank you for your service tonight,” she directed at the bartender with a warm smile, “Noxa and yourself have made my first night in a bar far more enjoyable than I would have predicted.” Her words followed by a slight inclination of her head and with that she was ready to leave. She wasn’t heavily intoxicated to the point of slurred words, but her body struggled to respond ever so slightly and for someone who never experienced the sensation before this night, balance was her only real issue.
Whenever Noxa was ready, and hopefully grabbed the bags of treats, Shemha would move with her towards the door.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 13, 2016 11:22:12 GMT
The subtext with what Shemha said in regards to her master mostly escaped Noxa. It did confirm a slight suspicion that he was no longer around. Shemha’s true feeling as to her master, on the other hand, didn’t seem to really drill into Noxa’s thick skull. So, naturally, her response didn’t really wander into the realm of note worthy. A respectful nod and acknowledging grunt were all the quasi-artificial woman could really muster.
At the turn down of Noxa’s offer, she simply gave a sly smile and nodded her head.
“Alright then, I suppose I'll--” Noxa was cut off as her Majin friend seemed to stumble almost immediately after standing. Noxa rushed in. Thanks to the drinking, her superhuman speed was sluggish still — she moved at the pace of sober man. Thankfully, the stool and Noxa were both grabbed for support by the intoxicated Majin.
Derek looked up from his payment processing just in time to see as the two women come together; a dance that he had seen more times than he could wager.
“With the power invested in me, by this bar,” Derek said, unable to suppress the bellowing laughter, “I pronounce your drinking buddies!”
The Bio Android looked up, her xanthic gaze washing over Derek with a hint of confusion. The pieces of the puzzle slowly began to set in and Noxa slowly shook her head, suppressing a smile.
“Don’t make me refund that tip.” Her playful jab wasn’t very well hidden; a giggle was swift to escape her lips.
Landy reached out, holding the card towards Noxa.
“It’s too late for that, Lass. Already charged ya!”
Noxa’s response was a click of her tongue, followed by a jolly ‘damn’ under her breath. Noxa didn’t immediately accept the card. She first made sure that Shemah was comfortably on her feet. While the Majin’s arm wrapped around Noxa’s waist Noxa’s hair did something similar. The redhead’s vine-like cirrus pulled from behind her scarlet mane. The tendril wrapped around The Majin’s own waist; it wasn’t too tight, though the pressure was just enough to keep her from falling over. The arm by the Majin’s side, too, reached lower to help stabilize her inebriated friend.
It was then that Noxa’s free hand took the card that Derek returned. Noxa slid the plastic rectangle up against her hair, which wrapped around the plastic, pulling it within its writhing mass until it vanished back into its hiding place.
Noxa, took, was a little tipsy. Though the effects of her hours of drinking had mostly shown within her general behavior. She had her Bio Metabolize ability to thank for her ability to walk. Hell, she had that ability to thank for not having died of alcohol poisoning by this point.
As the girl thanked Derek for his service the man simply gave a brief bow.
“Thank you for being lovely patrons, you two.” He said, “It was truly a pleasure serving. I hope to see you two again, some day.” He fixed his posture before bidding them farewell. After that, the man would simply need to give a quick tidy up to his work station before finally being able to call it a night. Derek was one to really dislike places like this; he was one to really dislike the late shifts. But, tonight, he honestly had a blast.
Between both Derek and Shemha’s compliments, Noxa found her own cheeks burning up. Her blush was fierce and clearly visible. She didn’t have the luxury of having red skin to camouflage the blossoming flush that pinkened her cheeks.
Another set of tendrils moved, taking a hold of the bag that had been set out for Noxa’s purchase and the Majin’s enjoyment. The item was lifted and brought to Noxa’s free hand. Noxa tucked the torso-sized bag of goodies under her arm before the two women stumbled out of the bar.
Finally leaving the establishment was a refreshing experience. Noxa was thankful the first thing she experienced was the caress of a gentle zephyr. The woman took a deep breath, resuming her steps as she led her friend further into the nighttime metropolis.
Noxa couldn’t shake the stupid smile on her lips — that dumb, goofy expression. She didn’t understand why it was there; she checked it off as something to do with alcohol. There was also an idea that having spent a fun night and made a friend was a major factor in it.
“Now... Where does a bubblegum woman live?”
[Noxa exiting thread; taking PL + HW. Truly had a blast ^^ ]
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Post by Shemha on Sept 13, 2016 18:45:46 GMT
Her sudden dependence on Noxa was a bit embarrassing, but she quickly overlooked it. Derek’s comment even drew a small laugh from the Majin, not only for its unexpectedness, but its accuracy. All things considered, the two had gotten along well from the moment Shemha sat down. Friendship wasn’t something familiar to the red skinned girl, her relationships more professional than anything, yet she found the woman’s company enjoyable. At the very least, they were drinking buddies like Derek exclaimed.
Up against the taller woman, Shemha’s hand held her hip tightly support even as Noxa’s strange hair wrapped its way around her own slender waist. Thankfully the bar had emptied out of the two women clinging to each other might have attracted very unwanted attention.
A deep breath did help the Majin steady herself slightly, straightening up as Noxa finished up with Derek, the two of course ending the night with one of their cute little exchanges. If the two females were classified as friends for their time spent together, did that also include Derek? One might say he was just doing his job and playing the part for the benefit of tips, but deep down he seemed to enjoy their company. Perhaps it was more enjoyment than he got from your typical customer…perhaps not.
Their tab paid in full as well as a fair tip for the bartender. Snacks under arm, they were ready to depart. Steadily the two headed for the door, each leaning slightly on the other with the Majin’s weight likely pressed more to her ample figured friend, they managed just fine. Before long they were out in the street, a street mostly empty due to the late hour.
When the red head posed her question, Shemha’s brow lifted. The phrase had never been said to her face before believe it or not, the description not exactly a flattering one. Who would want to be compared to a candy you chewed until it lost its flavor then spit out? She did get the comparison though and mostly because Noxa’s tone didn’t have the intent to defend, she just smiled.
”I am not sure, but I live in my ship. I don’t have a home here on Earth.” She paused a moment to look down the street as it took her a second to recall the direction. ”This way, Hanger 43 near the south end of the district.” In this day and age, with spaceship abundant some major cities accommodated them…for a fee of course. With plenty of SSE income, Shemha chose to dock her vessel, a far better option then leaving it on the outskirts of town. Who knew what might happen to it if left alone.
(PL with Heavy weights ((although I don’t think they apply)) ) Thanks for the thread, I had a lot of fun J
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Post by Pieter Wolfbane on Sept 30, 2016 4:49:04 GMT
@noxa: 13,343 zeni! 8800 > 22,143 Shemha: They apply! 18794 power level gained! 68,675 > 87,469
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