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Post by Deleted on Sept 20, 2016 20:25:49 GMT
The fair Bionic Woman wasn’t taking too keen on having the blame shifted back to her. Despite just how sensible Mama Xana’s logic was Noxa didn’t seem to be having none of it. The woman found her arms crossing as she pushed her back fully against the chair.
“How is it my fault? If you gave me two bottles where else should I put them if not on the food? Duh!” That was Noxa’s logic; it was clear just how accustomed she was to the concept of fine dining. Besides, every time Noxa had eaten in a restaurant or store that’s always what she did! Ketchup, mustard, mayonnaise, salt & pepper… It all was frequently just dumped into her meal; and, more often than not, it tasted just fine! Well, most of the time anyway. Something in the back of Noxa’s head stirred; there was an inkling of a suspicion that Mama Xana may have been correct. Maybe this wasn’t how things were supposed to be eaten…
One thing the Bionic Woman didn’t care for is the general reaction of the imps. She couldn’t even understand the damn things; their displeasure wasn’t going to so much as draw a thought from her. Mama Xana’s seemingly indignant sass, on the other hand, did. Noxa wasn’t sure if she said something to offend… She didn’t care, but she was curious as to if she did nonetheless. Her thoughts turned to her actions, causing Noxa to miss a good portion of the items that Xanara brought out; it also made Noxa relatively oblivious to most of the things Xanara said.
Her attention was snapped back to the moment while Xanara slapped a piece of paper down in front of Noxa. Noxa looked at the pen, taking a fistful grip around the writing instrument. Most of the stuff she said wasn’t entirely particularly meaningful to Noxa… Food? Injure her? Psh — the explosive lollipop didn’t so much more than fill her face with smoke. What was some chocolate candy possibly going to do?
With that in mind, Noxa did what was asked.
Initials: NOXA Full Name: Nexus Of Xenobiotic Apex; Progenitor CXV - 115; commando survival unit.
Unfortunately for the document Noxa’s ‘full name’ was a bit too long for it, so Noxa simply turned the paper around and continued it on the other side of the page. With that done she slid the paper back over alongside the pen. Finally, Noxa found herself looking over at the items Mama Xana’s minions had fetched. Over yonder, a tray full of goodies was spotted. The smell of the goodies was already beginning to waft towards Noxa. She loved the aroma, at the very least. The bacon really was teasing her senses… The woman found herself gulping rather hard, shifting in her place as she eyed the little hybrid treat.
Forcing her xanthic gaze to find another anchor the woman moved it over to the bubbling chalice. The smell that moved from it was bizarre. It reminded Noxa of some of the little fruits bartenders would sometimes sprinkle onto her drinks — or sometimes wedged against the rim of her cocktails. It was heavy in citrus and the sour scent alone made Noxa’s jaws hurt and her mouth water.
“Yuck…” She found herself mumbling under her breath, feeling the presence of the chalice send a powerful shiver down her back. The customer had no idea what the drink did; whatever magical or scientific hocus pocus it used in order to achieve its extreme bipolar effect didn’t register itself to Noxa. For all Noxa knew it was just some kind of palette cleanser, just like the trio of chocolate beverages served to her. The bar… Well, it looked and smelled like any other case; she paid it no mind… Although Noxa could scarcely remember something about magic or another.
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Post by Xanara Redhive on Sept 21, 2016 12:27:58 GMT
"Its your fault because you clearly don't have any self restraint.... You are just eating to eat, not eating to enjoy the flavor or savor the taste of what is put in front of you." She leaned forward, resting her head against her hand as she sat there, waiting for Noxa to fill out the form. "I don't know where you come from, or what you re exactly, but you are lacking just a bit of manners and Tact. Though that could be someone else's fault. Someone probably never taught you them."
Once Noxa had finished up Xanara picked up the waiver and nodded before handing it off to an Imp who ran off to put it away for archival later. Xanara pushed the Sour smelling drink towards Noxa. "Here. Start with this first. I don't have a name for it yet, but you get to be the first person to ever taste it. SO.. Congratulations I suppose."
The Frothing drink was a green bubbling liquid, and once downed, would resonate with a lemony taste that turned bitter a few moments later. It would take around about thirty seconds for its affects to hit, the magical Potion would hit whomever drank it with the stages of grief. Why it was made was a question for Xanara, but she'd watch intently when Noxa drank it, watching to see what would happen with the experimental drink.
Regardless of what it did the next thing on the list was the Everlasting Heart Stopper. Xanara picked it up gingerly and smiled. "Now theres no real trick to this one. No magic, no explosions. Nothing. Just the raw unhinged power of Bacon and Chocolate. Its delicious, trust me, but its calorie count is just over nine thousand. Hence the name." She giggled softly, placing it on a small napkin before holding it out to Noxa. "Do enjoy this one. Its one of my personal favorites."
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Post by Deleted on Sept 21, 2016 16:38:49 GMT
What was it with people judging Noxa’s sense of taste lately? A very defensive woman found herself leaning into Mama Xana to regard her words.
“I am not lacking manners,” Noxa exclaimed, tightening her already crossed limbs even more against each other and her body. “I’ll have you know my manners are just fine — in fact, I have never been to jail once!” That sentence was loaded; the woman’s lack of jail time was not for good behavior, but instead the incredible difficulty of apprehending her. Of course, that also brought to light Noxa’s misconceptions as to what ‘manners’ were. From the way she defended herself it sounded as though she had mannerisms misconstrued with obedience to the law.
With it said and done the virago reached for the chalice, taking it attitude — a hint of spite in the way she tugged the chalice, nearly spilling some of the frothy, bubbling liquid. The irritating customer then peered within the green chalice of green, bubbly liquid. She wasn’t sure just what exactly was going on here, but she had to assume it was magic — Mama Xana was, after all, a demon.
“So, if it doesn’t have a name can I name it?” Noxa hoped, “I feel it’s fair if I’m testing this stuff for the first time!”
The woman neared the chalice. Her nose wasn’t entirely sure what it should think of the citrusy scent. The smell of lemon was wonderfully refreshing, albeit the sour tones could be felt tensing Noxa’s jew despite the fact she hadn’t even tasted the object yet. The woman turned her head away from the chalice, shutting her eyes. This one was going to be difficult; Noxa decided to mentally prepare herself.
‘Alright, Progenitor 115… You can do this! This is just a little bit of green juice; it doesn’t matter if your senses are telling you that this is going to be a bad idea! Your mind is telling you it’s going to be fantastic! There will be no feeling more satisfying than rubbing your victory on that smug sassy demon’s face!’
Over the course of the woman’s mental monolog a small, confident smile had begun to creep up onto her lips. Despite her tightly-shut eyes, the woman had managed to amass a rather determined spirit! Her face turned to the chalice before she began to rapidly chug at the liquid, not breathing, opening her eyes — or doing anything else besides turning that container bottoms up.
The chalice then slammed into her thigh as Noxa nearly doubled over. She took a lungful of air and felt her jaw clench up at the level of sourness that liquid had. Despite the chill of the container’s metal touch the liquid seemed to have been piping hot — nearly burning Noxa as it washed down her throat.
A sharp gasp cut through the silence of the room; the chalice came free from its place atop her thigh, clattering loudly against the floor. Noxa’s body lurched forward, slamming past whatever was in her way — table, xanara, imps. She then smashed into the floor on all fours. A film of sweat began to form over her tender flesh, coating the woman in a glistening veil. Her breathing was loud and labored, every inhale like a gasp from a swimmer who had just strained their limits underwater. The sheer desperation her body showed for oxygen was akin to someone having a panic attack of sorts — which, depending on Mama Xana’s hearing, would explain why the thunderous cacophony of drumming raced within her torso. In fact, any human would have been able to hear the rapid thumping from across the room.
Her fists clenched — her entire body tightened up in a vise as though she were about to convulse.
Stage One: Denial “N-no…!” Her voice would be heard, slithering between gasps. “I-I couldn’t have drunk that; I am not STUPID enough to do that! A-a random drink from this demon’s shop! I-I know better! W-why would I do this?! I wouldn’t! T-this…!!!”
Stage Two: Anger Noxa found her head turning slowly towards Xanara, her xanthic eyes burned with a fury worthy of a wrath demon. Her visage’s features contorted in horrendous ways, displaying a grotesque aspect of absolute ireful hatred.
“YOU DID THIS TO ME!” The woman roared outwards, a sonorous impact so terrible it shook the building’s walls. The woman’s aura blazed around her, sending the chair she once sat on smashing through the front window thanks to the fury of the whipping air. Noxa’s hair, too, whipped back and forth, slashed into imps and furniture.
The woman then lunched at Xanara, talons CLENCHING against the collar of her beautiful frilly dress. Noxa slammed Xanara against a wall, pressing her their bodies hard against each other. Noxa’s breath crept across Xanara’s skin. The woman’s sharp teeth would become visible; her every predatorial instinct turned up to levels Noxa herself never displayed even at her most feral stages.
Sharp teeth; constricted pupils; face wrinkles by rage.
Noxa pressed harder against Xanara. “YOU CAST A SPELL ON ME; YOU MADE ME DRINK IT! YOU HEXING BITCH! HOW DARE YOU CURSE ME — NOXA?!”
The Bio Android’s jaw hung open, her lower jaw quivering with the desire to bite straight through her neck — rob Xanara of the precious quality every sentient creature strived to defend: life. The woman’s teeth dripped with saliva.
Stage Three: Bargaining Her features began to quiver; the inferno of fury began to falter.
“Y-YOU DID THIS, WHICH MEANS YOU CAN UNDO IT! REMOVE THIS FUCKING LIQUID FROM ME AND I’LL LET YOU LIVE! N-NO! BETTER YET! I WILL PAY YOU!” Noxa gulped; her brandished teeth clenching as she swallowed. "P-please — a-anything you want, M-mama Xana..." A stream of salive dawn down the corner of her mouth, coursing down her neck.
Stage Four: Depression The grip on Xanara’s clothes began to loosen, as did the pressure of Noxa’s sweaty body against the demoness’ own.
Noxa’s features began to soften; her blazing aura began to calm; her writhing tendrils and vines began to slow and retract.
“P-please…” Noxa found herself murmuring, whispering under her breath. The drumming heart that threatened to burst from Noxa’s chest just moments ago lulled as all other features of the woman. Her iron grip released fully. Noxa took a step back, looking down at the sharp talons and other chiseled features of her metallic carapace gauntlets.
Her entire body began to tremble, as did her lower lips.
“I…” Her voice cracked as a bitterness began to boil in the back of her throat. Noxa’s face began to burn; her cheeks growing a rosy crimson as they flushed. The woman’s vision grew blurry, and soon enough her burning cheeks were cooled by a few thin streams of liquid. Her warm tears cold in comparison to her flesh.
The woman looked up, her gaze meeting Xanara’s own. Her previously minuscule yellow irises were now massive; her doe-eyed puppy gaze matching her quivering lower lip. Noxa felt frail; she felt small — weak…
Once again Noxa pushed herself against Xanara, though this time, her arms came around the demoness’ waist. Her touch was barely there; it was a meek and ginger as her emotional state at the moment. The shivering woman held herself — barely — against the same woman she had only moments ago threatened with death.
A burning cheek pressed against the cool flesh of Xanara’s neck as Noxa hid her weeping from sight. As she cried her body’s shaking worsened. The emotional wreck sniffled but held herself rather well compared to the fit that an earthling woman might have thrown in comparison. If this was the absolute rock bottom for the woman’s emotional weak points it seemed the virago had much more room for rage than self-pity.
[ Bio Metabolize activated with Anger; deactivated afterwards. ]
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Post by Xanara Redhive on Sept 21, 2016 17:14:57 GMT
Xanara stared at Noxa in disbelief as she spoke. In a momentary lack of control from the sheer shock she spoke, letting her snark come up in full force. "Here I thought you were Being Coy.... Turns out you are actually retarded." She shook her head and sat back. A smile spread across her face, sharp teeth on full display as Noxa picked up the chalice. Noxa's question came and Xanara thought for a few moments. "No. You don't get to name it. You may be a customer, but given certain..... Things I've noticed about you, I can only imagine the name you would give it would be absolutely terrible and unusable by any sane person." She'd watch Noxa turn her head away from the drink before she frowned. "Oi it doesn't smell that bad. It smells pretty good. Its got Lemon extract, and a hint of Orange pulp to it. Just down it in one go. It'll taste good." And then Noxa downed it and immediately fell down. Xanara let out a laugh that ended in a squeak before shaking her head. "I lied. It actually tastes awful. Its not even on the menu yet." Some Imps would take notes here and there on the reaction she had, while Xanara watched with Mild Fascination. STAGE ONE: DENIAL
"You did Drink it." Said Xanara in responce to Noxa's Monologue. "And yes. You are stupid enough to drink it. You can't claim you aren't because you literally drank it." She yawned lightly. "You did it to yourself." "Technically you did it to yourself." Replied Xanara. "You are the one who drank it. You could of said no." As Noxa's aura whipped up Xanara's expression was that of the same unimpressed gaze she'd had through this whole thing, however when she heard the glass break she let out a groan. "That is going to cost so much money to fix..." She muttered. "Deduct another two thousand zenni from her card to recover expenses."And then Noxa's hair went on a rampage, smashing things and hurting the Imps. Not that Xanara cared much for them, just meant more money from Noxa to cover the expenses. She blinked lightly however when those talons came to grab her dress. The demoness let out a grunt as she was pushed against the walls. Noxa's attempt at intimidation however caused the Demon to Purr. "Oh my~" She squeaked. "Getting rough are we~?" Noxa's hot breath caused the demon to shutter softly as her own claws came to grip the Progenitor's wrists. "Just the way I like it~""Again." She said softly As noxa made accusations. "You did it to yourself. You could of said no, but you didn't. So... if anyone's to blame its you."STAGE THREE: BARGAINING
Xanara sighed softly, rolling her eyes. "Just wait it out. Ride the wave as the kids say." She patted Noxa's head. "Though if you want me speed up the process.... Give me some of your Hair."
As Xanara was let go she patted down her dress, straightening it out, only to be embraced again. Xanara was beginning to think testing the drink on a mentally unstable child was a terrible idea. She sighed softly and would gently returned the embrace, patting the Bio-Android's back. "There, there. No need to cry about how dumb you are... We all already know." Xanara frowned heavily motioning for her imps to begin cleaning up, and to strike more zenni from Noxa's card while she was distracted. "Just remember, this is all your fault. You are the only one to blame here."
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Post by Deleted on Sept 21, 2016 20:15:25 GMT
Stage Five: Accept— wait, what?!
Noxa slowly pulled away from the demoness that embraced her. A gingerly turn of her head was taken as to bring Noxa’s big, sad eyes to meet that of the demoness’.
“Mama Xanara…” She muttered under breath, which steamed as it traveled towards the demoness’ face, “I…”
Manerisms; features; power level; behavior.
It all snapped back to place.
“... Think that was a disgusting drink. Why would you just serve sour?” Noxa turned around, caught off by the sound of the cityscape that had begun to bleed in through the now-broken shop’s window. “And what the hell happened here? What did you do to this place? Before it was a little too pink and gross, but now it’s a mess!” The redheaded progenitor took a few steps towards where her seat once was. Her head, visibly shaking, marked her disapproval. “Is this how you expect to run a store? You won’t find any customers if you just wildly trash the place every time you feel like changing the atmosphere up a bit. If you want my personal opinion, I think you should hire someone to do that if you want this place to look good. I heard some humans actually have jobs centered around making places look better.”
“Tsk...Tsk…” Noxa sucked her teeth, turning towards the demonic visage that she had once pressed against a wall. “At least you’re a good chef, right? Got at least that going for ya when this whole ‘business owner’ thing doesn’t pan out.”
With that said the woman found herself looking about.
“So, where is the other stuff you wanted me to try? Did you chicken out and hide those?”
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Post by Xanara Redhive on Sept 22, 2016 18:15:37 GMT
"Well that didn't last long." Muttered Xanara. "Need to strengthen it. Make it last just a tad bit longer."
She sighed softly. "Either your brain is so strangled for air you literally can't remember what you just did... Or the potion wiped your memory..." She crossed her arms. "You were the one who made the Mess, Idiot. And the one who broke my window. Hence why we deducted...." She looked over to an imp who held up a few fingers. "Three hundred thousand zenni from your card to pay for repair expenses." She crossed her arms. "Its not me being rude or destroying my property. Its you lacking basic manners and people skills. Honestly its like your a child who doesn't understand she can't be a raging bitch one hundred percent of the time."
"There is plenty to try left, but I don't think I want you in my store if you are just going to destroy it more." She glared. "Save for maybe the gates of hell. But only because I want to see you wryth in agony...."
Xanara picked up the remaining chocolates on the platter, placing them all into a bag, save the three bonbons. She crossed her arms, pushing the three foreward. One burned with Xanara's Fire magic, one seemed normal but extremely sweet, and the final one... It just sat there Menacingly. As the other two were normal bon bons. The final one was shaped like a skull. Fire licked off of it, and its eyes even glowed.
"You eat this one first." She pointed to the regular flaming bonbon. "Then you eat this one." She pointed to the Middle bon bon. "...And then finally you eat this one." She pointed to the skull. "The first one will melt as you eat it, while the flames will continue to burn even inside your stomach. It will raise your body temperature considerably. The middle one is filled with a Potion to make you feel Euphoric, but it only lasts a few moments.... And finally the last one. The last one is mixed with Ghost chili Pepper extract in the chocolate, and inside of the bon bon is a magical demon Pepper used to torture high ranking demons, and Super Saiyans alike... So... Have fun."
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Post by Deleted on Sept 22, 2016 23:28:33 GMT
Noxa said nothing, for the vast majority of Xanara’s monologue. She did, however, speak up once it was all said and done.
“Excuse me?” she asked, locking eyes with the demoness’ Mama Xana. Her eyes narrowed; her gaze honed, sharp as an executioner's axe. “I’ll have you know,” Noxa began, “That I would never trash someone’s store — I am a lady of the highest class.”
At that point, Noxa was, of course, bullshitting.
“Just because you’re unable to run your store with the honor and grace you’d expect from an establishment with these prices — well, it doesn’t mean you should put that blame on your customers! It bodes poorly for your business.” Noxa shook her head, hands clasping at her wide-set hips, head shaking from side to side, bathing Xanara in a bout of disapproval. Xanara’s little joke about ‘three hundred thousand zeni’ wasn’t funny — that kind of money would have been enough to buy… Well, thousands of things! “And don’t joke about taking money from customers like that.” Noxa exclaimed, “As silly as your jokes are someone might end up taking you for your word and before you know it your business would have a terrible reputation — even I know that!”
Noxa rose her left hand, index finger dragging, “Again — your words, Mama Xana. You can’t call your customers a ‘raging bitch’. Even though I know you’re joking your words could seriously piss someone off. Bad reputations, and all.” Her hands, with that little bit of information imparted, crossed beneath her luscious breasts. “Listen, here — when I mention your wording… You can’t tell someone you don’t want them in your store anymore. After all, how are they supposed to buy things? You really aren’t thinking this one through, huh?”
Once more, Noxa shook her head, “Well, don’t worry; I’ll try and help you get over this hostility. I have recently learned how to properly mingle with humans. My success rate with taking with people and not managing to piss them off is extremely high. IF you pay me a few thousand zeni I will surely give you lessons on how to talk to people. It’s not that hard — even a bitter demon like you could do it, really!” Despite her words, Noxa’s tone was cheerful and whimsical. “The same goes for ‘seeing your writhe in agony’; that’s a bad thing. Writhing is bad. So is agony, generally speaking. If your customer is ‘writhing in agony’ it means that you have served them a terrible dish and they will likely want their money back afterward. To put things in perspective: your dishes have mostly been disappointing, but none of them have been bad enough to make me writhe in agony. Well, except for that last one, of course — it just teleported me and you together next to this wall.” Noxa mumbled, gaze switching over to the place where she had just moments ago pinned Xanara.
“Anyway,” The wonderfully amicable woman continued, “I’m getting sidetracked here.” Noxa, having digressed long enough, decided to focus on the foods that had just been once again presenting to her. The idea of a flaming bonbon whose flames burned even while inside you didn’t exactly sound like a good thing; it sounded like something that could easily kill even powerful warriors. Still, Noxa was an adventurous woman with a high tendency for curiosity. She approached the dish, holding a talon over the flames. Once she deemed that they didn’t burn in any damaging way, the woman would place the entire thing in her mouth. Chewing was a slow process, mostly because the woman wanted to be sure she wouldn’t be killing herself — literally — with digestion. Once satisfied the woman swallowed the melted goods, feeling a magical aura embrace her body. The aura was warm, kind, and caused her body temperature to rise just slightly, comparable to a feverish human. A vague film of sweat began to cover Noxa’s body, causing her skin to glisten even in the pale light of the shop.
The next one was something she couldn’t help but lick her lips at. It was the one with the delicious smell of bacon; it had that strippy meat that Katsu had once introduced her too. Noxa found that ‘bacon’ was used in a lot of Earth’s culinary recipes, but few of them ever lived up to the taste of the meat in its pure, crispy form. Noxa couldn’t help but stare at the bonbon. It had a few thousand calories, but to Noxa it was nothing. A single person was easily a hundred thousand calories, at least… And Noxa had gorged herself on much more than that.
She bit down against the fried flesh, feeling as the brown sweet melted around. The flavors clashed and complemented one another; savory and sweet working together to form an unique synergy in style. The extreme caloric value was something Noxa didn’t much realize, but her body very much appreciated. Her every cell gorging itself on the fat and sugar. The sacchariferous quality was, in all likelihood, not something that Noxa appreciated as much as the salty fat.
The woman cleared her lips. “Not bad.” She explained, “I really like this one —a lot, actually… Just one problem.” Noxa exclaimed, “There is too much chocolate. Have you considered just… Adding more bacon to it instead?” The woman shrugged, “You can pay me some of the shares once that idea explodes in popularity — the bacon x bacon bonbon: all bacon, no chocolate.”
The, finally, the woman found her fingers crossing around the skull. Noxa rolled it around her talons for a moment. Her eyes fixed on the ornate nature of it. The craftsmanship told her the same thing that Xanara had said; this thing was dangerous. According to her, it was used to ‘torture super saiyans’ … Noxa narrowed her eyes. She could vaguely remember the power of those golden gods. Zucceta, the saiyan queen; that jerk with the poking; her teacher, Celmaru.
Noxa felt a shudder going down her spine. Her tongue would push past her lips, her mouth widening. Saliva threatened to drip from her hanging appendage, which the bonbon. Was slowly slid into. Her succulent lips slowly zipped up. The woman bit, her face stoic as she anxiously awaited for the sensation of hellfire spice to hit.
Then, it did.
Noxa felt her face contorted, her visage twisted into a pleasant smile. Her eyes curved up and her lips turned into a coquettish simper.
The flavor was really not all that bad. It was about as warm as ramen after sitting out in an hour or something... Maybe about that one time that Noxa had a blaster fired directly into her mouth while she was yawning. Still, the woman found herself chewing slowly, and eventually swallowing the thing with a smile on her face. "You should make it a lot cheaper; I could definitely buy some of these to chew on while I'm walking home!"
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Post by Xanara Redhive on Sept 23, 2016 19:11:26 GMT
"No. No you are not." Said Xanara. "In fact I'd dare say you are the lowest class of lady I've ever met. And I would know. I was a slave once."
Xanara sighed softly and brought a claw to the bridge of her nose, where she would pinch to vent her frustrations. As noxa went on Xanara just stood there, sighing until she shut her gob. When she finally did Xanara spoke up. "First things first. You are an idiot. Through and through." She began. "You have the mentality of a child, and push the blame of something you did to someone else because you can't handle the fact that you are wrong." She motioned to a camera up in the corner of the store. " See that? That's recording everything." She looked back at Noxa. "It means I have video evidence that YOU broke everything." She shut her eyes and shook her head. "Video Proof. As for the money, that wasn't a joke. That was imported glass. Its not cheap. Its very expensive. Not onyl that but the rest of the money will go to the hospital bills for the Imps you harmed in your little rampage. They have a Union you know."
"And don't you even start. I can call my customers whatever I want. I have that right. Especially when that customer Is in fact a raging bitch. Like you." Her aura flicked back to life as the Demoness began to loser her own Temper. "I never joke. I never kid. Because I'd rather be taken completely seriously thank you. But no clearly thats not going to happen. Not when I have customers like you who are so thick headed they make hillbilly's look intelligent! And Of COURSE I can tell you to leave my store. Its my store. I own the property I can do what I want. In fact. I can ban you from ever purchasing from us again."
"I'm not paying you anything, and I don't have to give you your money back. That waiver you signed has a no cash back clause. Meaning I get to keep your money, even if you demanded it back. Now shut up before you make yourself look like even more of an Imbecile."
She'd fall silent, her glare ever present as Noxa ate the bon bons. When she came to the middle one however her Idiocy seemed to sky rocket. "There..... There is no bacon in that you idiot. It was a potion. It was supposed to make you feel euphoric. Clearly your brain is so poorly wired together it believes its tasting bacon...." She shut her eyes. "Just shut up and finish the last of it so I can kick you out."
Then she ate the last one, and much like Xanara's day so far, it hadn't gone Her way in the slightest. She merely shut her eyes and sighed. She really should of seen that coming. She shook her head then pointed to the door. " Take your bags and get out." She said. "I never want to see you in my store again."
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Post by Deleted on Sept 24, 2016 21:47:36 GMT
If Noxa had a glove she would have removed it and used it to slap Mama Xana. But she didn't. So she simply took her items and left the woman and her store with nose held high. Noxa reached for the door, opened it, and slammed it on its way out, causing the chandelier to smash into the ground as a final unfortunate insult to injury.
Noxa has exited the thread! Taking... Power level w/ HW
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Post by Pieter Wolfbane on Sept 30, 2016 5:50:27 GMT
Xanara Redhive : 7310 zeni! 75 > 7385 @noxa : 16046 power level! 127,185 > 143,231
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Post by Deleted on Sept 30, 2016 5:51:44 GMT
Pieter Wolfbane Could you please convert that to zeni for me? My sincerest apologies!
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Post by Pieter Wolfbane on Sept 30, 2016 6:05:09 GMT
Got it! 10,134 zeni gained. 43,937 > 54,071
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