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Post by Deleted on Sept 16, 2016 5:04:50 GMT
Namorel Powerlevel:27,064 T1 Shop Active for the thread
Dirty Dealings and Insurance Fraud "It looks great, but I've still yet get any significant amount of customers... I need to make the money for the down payment back somehow."
Namorel said as he looked upon the structure he had payed for recently. He took it as his first attempt to get his music out into the world without having to stalk innocent people in the streets to give them a free copy of his mix tape. This had proven too close to getting him caught by the cops and how exactly does a gigantic green man justify stalking people with intent to give them, a CD with his face on it exactly? For this he did not know and because of this he had to open the shop to avoid being contained by these human authorities.. or at least to avoid getting a bounty placed on his head... that would be rather counter intuitive. The shop was a single story building that was placed snugly between two larger structures that were of ambiguous mechanical purpose, yet Namorel didn't bother to research the purpose of these buildings as they only sat as assets to further hide his shop from the rest of the city's inhabitants and this did his business, or lack there of, no justice and he knew this was in no way good for him.
"Perhaps the location I picked was not as excellent as I hoped..."
The namekian said this as he locked the door and began to walk away from the shop. His energy flared around him, unsuppressed as he saw no threat from the humans that called this city home. He personally hated the prospect of having a shop in this wretched noise fest that was a city, yet from what he had gathered from past experience, outsourced locations only gave specific clientele and wouldn't give him the wide berth of customers that would get his career put there. He knew of a place nearby that carried a water he preferred the flavor of. Turning to face the remainder of the city, the deplorable amount of noise radiating fromt hat area merely pissed him off as he walked forward, hoping the shop had not run out of this flavored water he so greatly seeked to calm his mood and make the day even a tiny bit better. He would easily stand out among the other people walking down the sidewalks, only humans and a matter of saiyans weaving in between the crowd and occasionally looking up to him, confused as to why a seven foot tall green person was walking down the sidewalk of West City, perhaps it was because his race did their best to avoid noisy human settlements that littered this planet that the namekians rarely visited as it was. He took no mind to this however, he was used to being watched by people and ignored them, knowing they were merely confused and had no intent to attack him, rather they were quite the opposite of fighters. Spending their time on less combat related life goals.
KP: 3/3[No Techniques used] @lizbethkruiza
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Post by Deleted on Sept 17, 2016 5:09:36 GMT
Lizbeth Kuriza Power Level: 1,750
Lizbeth's day was being fine, having went from store to store in the town she was residing in at the current moment, and after her recent experience with the police, she was having enough for the day. She had recently stolen an MP3 player, capable of playing disc based music, which excited the young girl who had not seen technology like that before. She was blasting some of her new music she had bought with what little money she had remaining, and walked through the small streets looking for a smaller shop that she had been informed about multiple times by the civilians nearby. The owner was a Namekian, apparently, which slightly relieved her. Her only friends were Nameks, so she knew about them more then the Humans and other species that walked the earth. Her ears were twitching rapidly under the heavy pressure of the music, which she had ended up turning off as to not ruin her hearing anymore then she probably already had.
"Where is the place Nyan?"
She looked around the area, finally seeing the sign of the 'hole in the wall' store. After multiple attempts on pushing the pull door, she finally attempted correctly opening it to only find it was locked. It confused her as to why it was closed, as business hours were still going on for most of the other places in the neighborhood, and after looking around, she managed to spot the seven foot tall green man walking down the street sidewalk not too far away. Her whiskers on her face galvanize, and her small nose wiggling as the sudden smell stimulated her senses, confusing her with conflicting smells of humans, dogs, cats, Namekians, and even fish... somehow. She had been hiding her power level using her suppression technique taught to her by her semi-adoptive father Cedero, making sure any skilled people nearby would only feel a human, or human enough person nearby, rather then the true form of her power. She knew her difference in power compared to normal people, being that she was able to somehow survive with her severe schizophrenia and her Psychosis of believing she needed to eat raw meat... and sometimes, humans. She pushed the thought from her mind, not believing she could be mentally ill, even if Cedero said she was, and focused on the Namekian she wanted to meet.
"Hey! Excuse me Nyan!"
These words would spot, her legs moving her towards the Namekian, the constant movement making her pink stockings and multiple pink cat wristbands more visible, as if a rosé streak went down the sidewalk with an awkward smile. The movement causing her headphones to fall down around her neck, exposing her ears as they twitched in the air. Her tail unwinding from her belt to not be hurt during the run. Her crimson red air went extreme in the back, going all the way down to her lower waist, touching her rear, and her similarly colored tail, reaching three feet from her back, waved in the wind as her hand was raised to gesture to the green man to stop where he was. Her jacket was slightly hot in the weather, the fur rubbing against her neck as her undershirt was visible from the unbuttoned jacket. The undershirt was a sleeveless, loose exercise shirt, nearly showing her entire chest, had bandage wrapping not covered her.
She was definitely out of place.
KP: 3/3 @namorel
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Post by Deleted on Sept 19, 2016 17:06:29 GMT
Namorel Powerlevel: 27,064 T1 Shop Active
Namorel continued on his route down the sidewalk, the various patrons of the city passing him by, some of them giving him a passing glance as he made route next to them. The peering eyes of children was almost guaranteed as may of them had never seen an alien, and those that had face encounters with saiyans more often than the namekians, the green skinned humanoids tended to veer away from Earth, that is if they even left their home planet, traditionalism and the Solar Saiyan Empire made travel to and form Earth a tad... difficult at times, those that did make it, tended to be escaping something in their past, or back home. Namorel happened to be one of those namekians himself, in an attempt to escape the demons of his past, he only made them stronger as he attempted to run away from their influence and make his own life without the fear they brought with them, this had proven impossible so far. The namekian's attention would be turned back to the shop when he heard the door shake, the lock hitting its mechanism as if someone tried to open it. However when he turned back the crowd of people made examining the situation impossible.
"It must be my imagination, either way I doubt anyone would bother to break into it when they see the picture of me in there."
The namekian said cockily to himself as he continued to walk, intent on making it to the shop that sold the product he was intent on getting his hands on. The water he sought was nothing special to the denizens of Earth, but the namekian found the flavor of it to be exquisite, living his entire life on one flavor of water made this even more relevant as he found the flavoring of water almost miraculous in its own way. Noxa had introduced him to a plethora of flavored waters and he preferred to mix up the one he picked each day in order to not get bored of any of them too easily. Before he made it too far down the street however he would hear a voice behind him, turning around to see a saiyan, a peculiar looking one at that. She seemed more like a zoanthrope human than anything, but the other features made her seem less human and more saiyan. He would look down and reply to the female hybrid... or whatever she was.
"What do you need?"
KP: 3/3[No Techniques used] @lizbethkruiza
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Vi-Poi
Administrator
Premier of Earth
PL: 434,410
Soul(x40P), Overdrive(x43)
Zeni: 1,247
Tag: @vipoi
Posts: 2,833
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Post by Vi-Poi on Dec 4, 2016 21:44:14 GMT
@namorel 922 WC & 1010 Z!
8499 + 1010 = 9509
@lizbethkruiza 570 WC & 685 Z!
685 + 2741 = 3,426
Adding.
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Post by Pieter Wolfbane on Dec 11, 2016 7:43:36 GMT
Part 2 of a stemming fix coming up!
@lizbethkruiza: Zeni gain here is correct. However, it'd be 896+2741=3637
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