To catch a thief and meet a Maijin? (Closed/Shemha)

”Oh please. What is it you want to repay me for, allowing you to strike me in the face? I am not so primitive to believe that one favor deserves another. Besides, if we are to be friends it is my understanding that no tally is kept in that sort of relationship.” A small shrug coming with the words. To her this whole idea of friendship was something new, something introduced by Noxa and in all honesty a concept she just didn’t grasp. Yet, she had offered to help him and he treated her with respect, wasn’t that the start of what you would call friendship?

Her eyes dropped to look at his side, noting how he still held it. Apparently she struck him harder than she truly meant to. Hopefully no serious damage was done. In so many encounters she was the weaker party, all those she met surpassing her in power. That alone often made her wonder what she did wrong to always trail others, her strength always second in the room. Since she joined the SSE her goal was to grow stronger, but even as she did others eclipsed her. Perhaps, when it came down to it, she wasn’t meant to be a warrior? So used to that perspective, she hadn’t realized she might have hurt him.

”Why don’t we call it a day then? There is no reason to stress or injure yourself.” She suggested, already turning on her way to the door. As each step took her closer she glanced back over her shoulder in his direction. ”You are welcome to stay here and rest if you like. The lounge area of the ship has rather nice accommodations…or take one of the guest quarters if you feel the need to take a nap.” The invitation was an open one, again something he could take or leave just like this session. More and more the Majin found herself being friendly, likely thanks to the influence of those who treated her with kindness. She had always been impressionable.

Willing to concede the point as it seemed he wanted to repay this debt he owed her, Shemha would let him bring balance in whatever way he chose. Just because she didn't believe in it, didn't mean he couldn't. As for the invitation though, she would soon insist he remain and rest. The Enigma was a large ship with several guest rooms yet no one ever stayed in them. Her foresight lead her to the purchase of the larger, more spacious ship and there was finally a way to utilize her investment. At the very least he could relax in the lounge, it's couches and chairs plenty comfortable if he refused to take an actual room for himself.

Out into the lounge she went, the Majin in the lead as they moved down the hallway they first entered. It opened up into the lavish recreation area, complete with a selection of furniture and it's own bar. The majority of the furniture was a mixture of soft blue material and wooden accents. Design wise it was not her doing, the layout and composition of the items in the room to be credited to the production company. She had always found it odd though how much her skin color stood out against it, might that have been the reason for the color? As for the bar it sported an underlit marble countertop, with a sturdy wooden base. All it missed was the bartender standing behind it.



Like most things on her ship, the stocked bar sat mostly untouched, bottles of various spirits full to the brim. If a group of teenagers ever broke in the collection of worldly and otherworldly booze would be a gold mine. That was an unlikely scenario though, the vessel often sealed tight and with Shemha scouter needed to open it from the outside.

”Trust me, it is no bother. The entire point of all this is for others to enjoy the comforts when aboard.” Even the soft chairs mattered little to her, her malleable body comfortable in anything no matter how hard or rough. With a spin, she dropped onto one of the chairs, head cocked to the side a little. ”I feel like I have asked a lot about you...is there anything you wish to know about me?” While she wanted to be polite, she also figured the more she offered the more he might offer in return. There was plenty she still didn't know about the man she so readily invited to her ship.

Glad to hear he decided to stay she watched him take a seat at the bar. For a moment, he looked almost star struck. There was no denying that her ship and the lounge especially were rather fancy in terms of spacecraft, but the awe had quickly worn off on her. Material items were…secondary to her in many respects. She understood and valued what they provided, like a means to travel between worlds, but she never really attached a societal value to them. The only people she wished to impress were those she swore her allegiance to and the only way to do that was to be stronger than she was. The Queen of Saiyans could care less about a fancy ship.

When he was finally able to refocus on her, she was equally pleased he was curious enough about her to ask a question. Even when he worded it in a way that he felt awkwardly about, the words “your body” far more direct than he likely wanted to be, she didn’t seem phased in the least. Not much of a sexual creature, for she had no reason to be, he could very well have said “You have a sexy body” and she wouldn’t even flinch. Heck, her friend Noxa stripped down in the middle of the lounge to dry herself off after getting caught in the rain and Shemha didn’t bat an eye.

As he found the courage to continue, eyes cast to the side, what he was curious about was one of her more unique abilities. Many that saw it likely found it strange, shape shifting far from your normal skill.

”Well, I am able to shift my form at will thanks to my magical origins. I will be honest and tell you, I am not sure how exactly it works, but all I have to do is will my body to move and it does. The truth of the intricacies is lost to the ages.” One of her small shrugs came along with the vague explanation. Sadly there wasn’t much more she could say, but another example might help him understand, seeing it when he wasn’t enraged.

Seated on the chair Shemha willed her body to shift. Like back in the gravity chamber, her form melted away from its standard humanoid shape. For an instant she looked more like a red blob splattered over the chair. Even her clothes disappeared, that revealing that they themselves were nothing more than a shifted and colored section of her magical tissue. Not more than a second after it began, the shift was complete. Instead of being seated in the chair like she was a moment ago, the Majin rested upside down. Knees bent over the top of the seat, her head hung down to almost touch the floor, the tentacle that was her hair laying along the soft carpet.

”See? Simple.”

A small smile decorated her face as he commented on her ability to shift her form at will. Surprisingly he had handled it with far more poise than most. On several occasions in her past her sudden transition into a new shape or her choice to reshape for a particular situation had drawn shocked and even fearful responses. Marcel looked to be intrigued more than anything. Compared to many he was indeed a strange boy, full of emotions and power he feared yet curious about the world and people around him. On top of it all, he strove to protect others if only his own inner demons wouldn't get in the way.

”I drink occasionally.” Shemha replied as she rolled off the chair, legs flopping over her head until her feet met the floor and she stood in a rather graceful, fluid motion. ”Although, I wouldn’t say I am an expert in when it comes to alcohol. There are several drinks I enjoy, but I have only recently begun to learn how they are mixed.” Since her night with Noxa at the bar, her time spent watching the bartender and how he presented their drinks, Shemha had begun to investigate the skill herself. Rather modest most of the time, she would not flaunt the growing talent she possessed when it came to mixing delicious drinks.

”Would you like to try something?”She asked as her footsteps carried her over towards the business side of the bar. That same small smile on her face, her hands came to rest on the cool marble surface that was the bar top. ”Well, if I am allowed to ask anything, could you tell me about your father? I only ask because you have mentioned him, but never gone into detail.” Not exactly the truth, but she wanted to know about whatever his other half was. From what she saw in the gravity chamber it was most definitely not human, that dark aura not what she was used to seeing in those that possessed human blood.

Based on her experience the other night with Noxa, alcohol was able to affect her body. Magical or now, she still possessed blood and that blood still fed into her tissues. Rather new to the consumption of alcohol beyond the occasional glass of wine while accompanying her former master, it turned out she was a little bit of a lightweight. With only two Pina Coladas in her, the Majin required assistance to return to her ship. Luckily Noxa was nice enough to do just that or who knows where the red skinned female might have ended up. Her weak tolerance was something she needed to work on.

”Surprise you, of course.” She accepted the request and with a turn on her heel she moved to open the cabinet. Focused on getting his drink she didn’t see how nervous her got about the question, but she could hear the hesitance in his voice. The subject was a touchy one, that she understood, but she was glad to have asked about it. When he finally did come out with it, her reaction was minimal. In fact, she didn’t flinch or make a single comment about the second half of his heritage.

By the time he explain what his mother shared with him, the Majin had returned to the bar itself. In her left hand she held a bottle of dark colored alcohol and her right held a similarly dark bottle of cola. The bottle of rum was a popular brand known as Captain Mo, a picture of a space vessel captain with his leg propped up on an asteroid dominated its label. As he continued she began to mix the simple drink. With a small glass set up on the table, she poured the rum to a three count before she came to an abrupt stop.

Next came three gently placed ice cubes, the Majin almost having forgotten the frozen squares of water. To top it off she used the cola, filling the glass almost to the brim. The beverage crackled and fizzed as the carbonated cola settled with the colder ice cubes. Just as he finished stating his understanding if she were to ask him to leave, she slid the drink over. The gesture alone should make it clear Shemha had no intention of any such thing.

”Why would I ask you to leave when I just made you a drink? What an incredible waste of alcohol that would be.” She attempted to joke in order to lighten the situation. Not the most skilled when it came to humor, she still made the effort. ”That is a common drink, rum and coke, so give it a try. As for your father, regardless of what you know or think of him, it is no reason not to embrace that side of yourself.” Shemha remarked, being perfectly honest. Everything in your life shaped who you were so she saw no regard in fearing a part of yourself that you could not change.

”How do you like the drink?”

To say she was surprised at how he downed the beverage was a bit of an understatement. Sure in bars she witnessed others do something similar, but usually those were men or women who often found themselves emptying several glasses a night. A moment ago Marcel mentioned he wasn’t familiar with the stuff, yet now he slammed it down like he was a pro. After her initial shock, she could only slowly shake her head. Perhaps that other side of him had more influence over his day to day actions than he really realized, for the shy boy she often found looking away from her was not shy with alcohol.

”It is one of the more popular drinks. I personally prefer something fruit flavored, but I have to say rum and cola is not bad.” That was the reason she had chosen it in the first place, wanting to give him something simple and common to try as he tested the waters. Apparently she had chosen correctly.

When he said her name, she paused, focus brought fully to him as her dark eyes met his. ”Yes?” The makeshift bartender near motionless as she waited for him to continue. When he thanked her, her brow lifted before a small smile curled her lips. ”Don’t worry about it, I have plenty of alcohol.”

Even though she spoke those words, the surprisingly gently expression on her face made it clear she understood that is not what he was thanking her for. With the rare display of emotion, Shemha only let it show for a moment before she extended her hand.

”Would you like another?”

When he refused the second drink, Shemha responded with a small nod. While he liked the beverage, he wasn’t prepared to start trucking through a number of them. Tolerance or not, they would eventually get into his system and take some effect. All things considered, their short spurt of combat specifically, he must have been on the tired side. She assumed that burst of power he displayed was in itself taxing, never mind the solid blows she landed on him.

”Of course, I am sure we will meet each other again. In fact, whenever you feel like a visit, you may stop by. Although…don’t come busting in if I am not here.” Shemha remarked with a small smile. Just fine with him seeing himself out, she took a break from cleaning the glass he so recently used to give a small nod as he stepped away from the bar again.

”Until meet again, Marcel.” The polite farewell what was to be expected from the well-mannered Majin. As she watched him leave the lounge and disappear down the hallway on his way to the entry ramp, she was pleased with what transpired. Slowly, but surely she became acquainted with various individuals on Earth. The more she came to know and the more their backgrounds varied, the more beneficial it would prove to her. If only her growing group of friends knew all the thoughts that floated behind those delicate features.