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Post by 404-D on Oct 28, 2016 10:31:15 GMT
Soon enough, the supposedly legendary drink had arrived... It was just as wild as the menu described. The drink was mostly orange, and shimmered with an odd yellow sparkle; as if it was on fire! Ford made a noise to imitate a tongue click as he observed the intricacies of the beverage. "Hm... A shame something this grandiose looking isn't a common order." He took a light sip while keeping an eye on the other two. The android slowly analyzed the back-and-forth; perhaps these two weren't exactly lying to each other, but nor were they telling the entire truth.
This, in Ford's mind was good practice. Both were atypical examples of their respective species. 'These two could be worthwhile allies at some point in the future. I'll have to keep an eye out for them.'
Ford's disguise smirked, there was a very slight mix of emotion coming from Rubega's last statement... The Saiyan sounded bored, but there was something more behind that-- The chances of that were moderately up there, because of his oddly sociable demeanor. From what Ford could tell in his experience, the whole 'Elite' business had so far been something other Saiyans tactlessly threw around for bragging rights. Was Rubega different in this regard? Only time would tell. "You certainly don't act like it... Or at least not like the other Elites I know."
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Post by Shemha on Oct 31, 2016 23:55:35 GMT
So he was an Elite. It seemed that her assumption was at least partially correct. In her time on Vegeta, Shemha encountered a number of them and to be honest, all of them carried a chip on their shoulders. For whatever reason, those born into privilege loved to flaunt it over others, as if it alone solidified their existence. In many social settings sure, a last name or house could put you above your peers from the start, but in this Universe where strength was relevant, she often found those who labeled themselves as superior lacking that strength.
Rubega was weaker than her, she could tell, but that in itself wasn’t what stood out to her. He carried himself with enough confidence to protect his pride, but not the arrogance you often found in warriors that would call themselves his peers.
”Creis has a point you know. Most elites I have met tend to be a little more….off putting, if I am to say it nicely. You on the other and are almost friendly…almost.” She added with a slight grin in his direction before sipping up the last of her cold drinks. With a motion of her hand she indicated she would love a refill whenever the bar tender had times.
In the mean time she spun around so that her back was to the bar, elbows propped back on the counter top as her right leg crossed over the left one.
”So, born an elite. Why is someone such as yourself in this…no offense,” Her eyes darting to the bar tender who wasn’t even paying them any attention. ”dive bar? I know for a fact there are establishments of superior quality in the other districts. Why here?” In all fairness the same question could be asked of her, but she posed it first. Confident as any respectable Saiyan, he must have a reason for this place beyond the exceptional company.
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Post by Rubega on Nov 5, 2016 21:21:01 GMT
Rubega had to smirk at their comments. Of course there was a disgusting stereotype that was connected with Saiyan's who were considered Elite. Most of that was due to his race's overbearing pride and arrogance, traits associated with Saiyans for centuries. However, it was almost a shame that the majority of his people let those personality traits define them.
He could see where Creis and Shemba's interest came from though. In terms of carrying oneself, the dark haired man could almost be considered the anti-elite. He refused to flaunt his status above others and tried to keep his emotions in check when in front of others, especially people who could use them against him. It was a childhood lesson learnt the hard way, but it was one that he would never forget. People were easily manipulated by emotions and if you ran into someone intelligent enough, no amount of power would be able to stop them from destroying you. That's why he liked to put on a mask when in the company of others.
"I'll take that as a compliment. I have no interest in false labels that grant imaginary power." For the first time in their conversation, the young Saiyan found himself being completely honest with them. For some reason, the majority of Elite Saiyan's thought that they destined for greatness merely because they gifted a small power level advantage.
Besides, there was only one label that he was interested in.
He had to suppress another chuckle as he was referred to as friendly. If only they were aware of some of the acts he'd committed, he wondered if they would be so quick as to describe him as nice. Friendliness was an illusion as far as he was concerned and Rubega only allowed others to see what he wanted them to see. There was a small roll of his eyes as the Majin spun around to lean against the bar.
Propping his own elbow up on the bar, the young Saiyan rested his chin in his palm as he addressed the two women once again with another disarming smile. "I don't suppose you'll believe me if I say that I just enjoy the atmosphere?"
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Post by 404-D on Nov 15, 2016 9:30:18 GMT
'No interest in false labels that grant imaginary power? Interesting.' Ford tapped the rim of his glass and internally mulled over that statement. What made a label 'false'? Were any of them 'true'? Even then, no label would logically grant power; only denote the extent of power that the person with the title had. If the title of 'Saiyan Elite' was in fact an indicator of arrogant overcompensation just like Ford theorized, then what could Rubega possibly be aiming for? Only a few things would come to Ford's mind, but only one really stood out in this case: King. To be worthy of such a responsibility; one must have great strength of character, leadership skills, quick wit and in Saiyan society-- Real power. However, there was also a chance that some Saiyans also aimed for this position, though only for its notoriety and nothing else, thereby warping it into some sort of sad joke. "Y'know what they say 'bout atmosphere; its not 'bout the place but rather, the people." Taking another sip of his drink, Ford's systems could further analyze the beverage. In doing so, it registered that burping was a common occurrence given the chemical compounds and behavior of the liquid in general. With that in mind, the android separated some of the liquid as it evaporated, traveling back upwards; resulting in quite the fantastic, and comically loud belch! "HHR-BRUUURRGPH..!"
Shaking his head for a moment, Ford glanced over to the other two with a casual shrug of the shoulders. "Hm. S'cuse me."
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Post by Shemha on Nov 17, 2016 16:45:41 GMT
A small chuckle was Shemha's response. The company? She hardly visited such places just for the chance to exchange words with others, no, there was always a deeper goal. Many times it was rather broad, but the wider net you cast the better chance to catch a fish. Occasionally you caught one or two interesting enough to inspect further...even if at least one lacked the manners a child might possess. A small sidelong glance was all the Majin sent the other females way, displeasure hidden behind her neutral expression.
While all three of them played a game,looking that tested and prodded one another with the hopes of getting a better read, the trio was unaware of the similarities between them. Creis was not as she seemed, a creature out of place and under cover much like Shemha during her time on Earth. With so many powerful individuals spread across the stars these days, stealth and information were traits few seemed to see value in. No matter how powerful or the number of men under your command, a lack of information could doom you. Not every situation can be navigated through brute force alone.
Beyond that, at least Shemha and Rubega’s pasts were not so different, violence a hidden part of their history. Sure, as soldiers it was assumed they brought destruction and death to some degree, but the levels of each were unclear from a surface glance. The red skinned female lost count years ago of the bodies she had consumed, her natural ability to absorb key in her former masters business. Evidence could be damning. Perhaps Rubega and Creis were right after all...and they fit well into this less than favorable establishment.
”Well I can understand that. While those you find in a bar are usually not the best of company to be had, but there are always exceptions to the rule, right?” A grin of artificial cockyness stretched her lips at the conclusion of the statement. ”Perhaps the three of us are just lucky to come across one another like this. I very well could have walked into the middle of a brawl. It's not like I haven't before ” A sudden fight was far more common on Vegeta as a whole than any travel agent would be willing to admit. Usually they didn't involve visitors or citizens, but there were enough soldiers about to provide plenty of Saiyan on Saiyan combat.
Personally, Shemha enjoyed the quiet. Training was important, but an engagement over something as petty as pride was hardly worth her time. If she was not as loyal as she was she might have seen the contrast between her personally and the most common one among the military she chose to serve. The likely reason she missed how little she fit in was because of her focus on her service to those on charge. Shemha felt as if she served the Queen and the Commander more than the military itself, despite them being the head of it. One might say her loyalty was on more of a personal level.
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Post by Rubega on Dec 5, 2016 23:02:13 GMT
Rubega sat there quietly as he observed Creis and Shemha. Externally, his façade of coolness and indifference was fixed into place as his thoughts processed at what felt like light-speed. Rubega found himself quite unnerved by the fact that he was being so easily coaxed into revealing information or tidbits about himself that he would, normally, never remotely entertain. It was strange but he found himself relating to the two them quite a bit.
Although engrossed in a conversation with Shemha, the young Saiyan easily picked up on how observant the mysterious Creis was. In the corner of his eye he could see how her eyes focused in on them as they spoke, almost as if the woman was memorising every word said. He also suspected that she wore as mask, similar to himself. While he liked to deflect his emotions through a sharp tongue, that many people found to be arrogant, Rubega suspected that Creis preferred to blend in, playing the role of your stereotypical Saiyan , despite there being more to her.
Then there was the Majin, Shemha. Rubega was certain she was a strong warrior, most likely more powerful than himself. There was something about the way she carried herself, a certain aura not visible to the eye that left him with a dreaded feeling to not cross the woman sat in front of him. He wanted to kick himself for not replacing his scouter, as he desperately wanted to scan her power level, just to lay his curiosity to rest.
His eyes zeroed in on them as they began to speak about bar atmospheres, the bartender quickly moving between the bar, noticing his glass was empty and subsequently refilled his glass.
“Something tells me you wouldn’t have much of a problem if you did walk into such a situation.” Rubega smirked as he took another sip of his newly replenished drink.
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Post by 404-D on Dec 13, 2016 12:25:34 GMT
"I mean, it could be luck, could be some kinda silly uh... Ine.. Inexo... Gah, whatever!" To keep up with a more typical Saiyan presence, Ford opted to make himself sound a bit more boneheaded, with a little hint of trying to stand out from the norm by at least 'trying' to use a more elegant phrase, one which he would normally pull off with no problem. The Anrdoid grunted, taking a large swig of his drink, practically finishing it in one fell swoop. "Damn big nerd words, I'm gonna smack the geek outta my squad-mates one day... Anyways, as I was sayin' it could just be some rando' force of the universe that just... Draws weirdos together. Maybe thats what luck is in this situation, huh?"
In comparison to Rubega, Ford was fully aware of the power each of them possessed. While the ability to sense Ki was largely uncommon on Vegeta according to the Android's observation, the use of a scouter was prevalent. He even made sure to wear Creis's old scouter for this reason despite not really needing it as he had one built into him directly. "Honestly I reckon we'd all be sittin' pretty. You an' me, Rubie? Self explanatory. We're Saiyans. We're warriors." Ford's eyes locked onto Shemha, analyzing her strength in more depth. The Majin would barely need to lift a finger against a platoon of average Oozaru much less a bunch of rowdy buggers in a bar. That did of course mean that Rubega's guess was correct... He just didn't have to know how correct he was. "Though, Shemha over here must be pretty strong cuz of all that travellin' shes been doing."
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Post by Shemha on Dec 14, 2016 14:50:37 GMT
The game continued with the attention of both shifted towards the Majin. With all three of them unaware of the secrets the others held, they poked back and forth. If a fourth omniscient party was keeping score though, Creis was surely in the lead. While Rubega hid the truth of his probes and Shemha the truth of her presence, the false female Saiyan hid her identity and motivations. Who could blame them for the oversight though? Unbeknown to them, their heavily drinking companion was built exactly for this sort of interaction.
”You both flatter me, really.” Shemha responded with a small dismissive wave of her hand. Back against the bar she didn’t let any of the conversation get to her, maintaining the ruse of a retired mercenary gone explorer.
”I mean, as an ex-mercenary it would be shameful if I couldn’t protect myself, no? However, that doesn’t mean I want to walk in only to have a stool tossed in my direction. Trust me; a calm setting like this is by far my preference.” The Majin clarified, before her eyes darted to the bartender. With a nod of her head she requested a new drink as well.
Shemha paused for a moment to stretch out fully, lithe figure extending to its full length as she balanced on the stool. A slow roll of her neck followed both actions something more practiced and habit formed than actually necessary. She didn’t exactly have muscles like most humanoids.
”Perhaps we should share a round, to celebrate the fact we haven’t been drawn into a brawl and as a toast to lady luck. What do you two say?” She asked, head swinging back and forth to regard them both.
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Post by Rubega on Dec 20, 2016 23:08:07 GMT
Rubega sat quietly, sipping on his drink as he observed his fellow Saiyan. He found himself amused as he watched Creis try to put together a semi-intelligent sentence, something Saiyans in general were not typically known for. It was interesting to watch the woman almost catch herself in the act, and subsequently revert back to the stereotypical illusion that she'd established at the beginning of their conversation.
It was small, but he'd been around enough Saiyans to know when someone was genuinely an idiot, and everytime Creis let her facade fall for even a brief moment, Rubega's curiosity burned brighter as he wished to unravel her true motivations. Her last statement, aimed at Shemha rather than himself caught his attention the most however.
Sure he assumed that all three of them were strong, an aura of confidence enveloping them all individually as they bantered back and forth. However, there was something about the look in Creis' eyes as she looked at Shemha knowingly. His own eyes naturally drifting back over to the Majin, he wanted to know just how strong this warrior sat in front of him really was. For one reason or another, he had a dreadful feeling that she was vastly stronger than himself.
For the first time in what felt like forever, Rubega found himself weary of the people sat around him. Whereas he normally did not have any doubts about his own strength or skills, or hesitation in doing what needed to be done to best serve his own motivations, he oddly found himself not wanting to cross the two people currently sharing a drink with him. "It's quite rare that I encounter people who can tolerate me for more than a few moments, so perhaps I should take advantage of this." he replied, raising his glass into the air.
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Post by 404-D on Dec 24, 2016 12:32:06 GMT
Ford gave a noncommittal shrug of the shoulders in response to Shemha and Rubega's reactions; from his perspective he was really just 'telling it like it is', he felt as though there was obviously more behind their responses and mannerisms, but he respected them both to be clever enough to be at least slightly secretive. "Y'know, I wouldn't be opposed to a round- Might I suggest a Punkon Fire-swirl turned into three medium shots? Trust me, I reckon you two could handle it." The android let out a smaller burp, expelling just enough of an aroma from the Fire-swirl he had previously ingested to perhaps subliminally entice the other two, all the while keeping up his act. "Hah! The one I just had totally agrees!"
The automaton spy was both curious as to how they would react to the drink itself, as judging by how his systems analyzed it, the drink was only for those that could take their liquor and handle energetic and strong combinations of flavors. In a way Ford was bewildered as to why people weren't daring enough to order it more often given the bartender's reaction... Perhaps that just made it all the more special to those that could chug it down without even so much as a flinch. "So whaddya say? You two game?"
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Post by Shemha on Dec 27, 2016 0:56:24 GMT
Saiyan females, for the most part, really didn’t have the manners a lady should. Creis’ belch, and not the first, exemplified that lack of discipline. Shemha had always wondered why a race so bent on military might and combat superiority never stretched their dedication to perfection into other areas. Sure the less focus on things like manners, the more time one had to focus on pounding an opponent into the ground, but the Universe was not a place where only fists saw your goals accomplished. A silver tongue was often more valuable than an iron fist.
Rubega was willing to share the round and Creis’ suggestion for what they should drink clearly illustrated her interest. With one of her common small nods, Shemha agreed to the suggestion before she motioned to the bar tender who had drawn near at the mention of a round. Nothing got a bar keeps ears with more ease than the suggestion to buy multiple drinks at once. Where Shemha saw shared respect and kinship(as loose as it may be) between the trio, the bartender saw dollar signs.
With as pin she once again faced the bar as their order was prepared, the drink mixed as it would be normally then divided into three equal shots. With all three place in front of their respective owners. Like Rubega had lifted his glass before the suggested shots, Shemha scooped hers up to lift it. Between the two of the she accepted them to be the ones to move in and clink against her glass to complete the toast when she finished her words.
”Well then…to having a drink on Vegeta without someone questioning your strength or just slugging you in the face. Cheers.” Shemha stated before she waited for them to join her. Once they had she would sling her head back as the shot went to her lips, the mixed beverage downed in one silent gulp.
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Post by Rubega on Jan 6, 2017 21:33:15 GMT
Rubega felt an odd sensation as he lifted the glass to his lips, draining the shot smoothly. Strangely enough, it wasn't the alcohol that was causing him to feel disorientated, but it was Creis and Shemha. He couldn't help but think that in a different scenario, with a different setting, their meeting could have gone an entirely different route. The young Saiyan's tongue had a knack for getting him in trouble and generally he had a hard time speaking with people without it ending in bloodshed.
It was actually kind of funny to hear Shemha talk of how refreshing it was to share a drink rather than fists. He oddly felt the same way. It was rare that he was able to experience a form of comradery one way or another.
"Strangely enough, I agree. It's been a while since I've stopped to take a breather." It was something that normally he wouldn't have shared, but given where the conversation was at, Rubega felt that it was acceptable. It was true after all, between his own personal excavations and missions from the SSE, this was the first time in a long time that he was able to just relax.
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Post by 404-D on Jan 10, 2017 11:52:48 GMT
'What a bizarre thing to toast.' Ford pondered as his disguise smirked, raising the glass that was brought around with the new round and downing it with such force he almost chipped the bottom of the glass. "Huh... You'd think these things would be made of sterner stuff." He idly mumbled, it was still part of the act of course; feigning a form absentmindedness. He had to play role as Creis this way; she was organic, he was not... An unspoken advantage in this act was his clear head.
With a gruff snort, Ford returned to the conversation at hand. "Y'got that right. Now, I'd be keen for a tussle as much as anyone else; but whats the point if your edge is dulled by fighting all the damn time? Ain't as fun that way. Every once in a while a breather is ni--" The android was cut off by a beeping coming from Creis's scouter. An annoyed voice blaring from the other end, almost unintelligible and fraught with frustration. It was Creis's commanding officer; Gordou. Ford was taking in everything the Kabochan was saying, but even still, he rolled his eyes in indignant indifference. "So much for that... Alright-- ALRIGHT!! I HEARD YA THE FIRST TIME!"
Ford took the scouter off, muffling the voice, addressing Shemha and Rubega one last time. "Welp, so much for that. I guess I'm outta here. Seeya... Don' have too much fun without me, eh~?" Spinning off his seat, flinging some money over his shoulder for the bartender to (try) and catch, Ford made his exit, booting the door open on his way out.
THREAD EXIT I'd like Zeni for this one please~ T'was a good thread, m'yes.
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Post by Shemha on Jan 11, 2017 16:45:44 GMT
As the trio finished their shared round of shots, Shemha let her shoulder slump a little. Glad to have found the time to relax, she slowly began to nod in agreement to Creis words. Training provided benefits, there was no debating that, but overindulging yourself could take off the edge of that adrenaline rush you felt in combat. Everything in moderation, whether it be alcohol or gravity training.
The sudden interruption as an unknown source contacted the female Saiyan, the Majin remained respectfully quite as to not hinder the conversation. With the girl’s announcement of her need elsewhere, the secretive SSE soldier turned on her stool to offer a small farewell wave.
”Best of luck, it was a pleasure. If you ever find yourself near hangar seventy-six, feel free to look up The Enigma, that’s my ship. There I promise you we can share another round of drinks free of interruption.” Shemha offered as the female warrior took her leave. After Creis exited the bar, Shemha’s head swiveled to focus back on Rubega.
”Same goes for you. Good company is hard to come by, but impossible to forget, no?” She questioned as she extended the offer to him as well. While there time spent together at the counter was not deep and full of more deceit than honesty, she had enjoyed it. Perhaps if either chose to visit they could exchange blows in a far more civil matter than a barroom brawl. Of course, Rubega was willing to decline the offer as well, she never one expect agreement from others no matter how harmless an offer.
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Post by Rubega on Jan 18, 2017 21:10:03 GMT
Much like the female warrior sitting next to him, for the first time since sitting down at the bar, Rubega noticed that for once his muscles were relaxed. His body was limber. While it wasn't uncommon for him to be relaxed when fighting, the young Saiyan almost always found himself wired up and stiff when surrounded by unknowns.
Take the bar they were sitting in for example. Usually, the Saiyan warrior's eyes would be darting around, scrutinizing every corner of the room in order to gain information. Exit strategies, suspicious looking figures and of course visualizing battle plans usually occupied his thoughts. However, in the time that he'd spent with both Creis and Shemha, he'd found himself actually enjoying himself.
He enjoyed the intellectual battle they'd all engaged in.
Which is why he felt a small pang of disappointment when Creis stood up and made her exit, no doubt having received orders from her superior. It was a stupid sentiment and one he thought he'd gotten rid of during the time spent with his father. It was to forget though, after all he couldn't afford to enjoy himself. He had plans, goals that he wanted to accomplish. Ambitions that he certainly wasn't going to achieve sitting in a dive bar on Vegeta.
In one graceful movement, the young Saiyan rose from his stool and silently straightened his armor. "You know, it's been a while since I've been able to not think. You're certainly an interesting woman, Shemha. I'm sure that our paths will cross again and I'll definitely be holding you to that drink, but I do have business elsewhere that I need to finish unfortunately so I'll have to take a rain check on that."
Flashing one more disarming smile to the Majin and a quick salute with his two fingers, Rubega quickly made his exit of the bar with only one thought on his mind. He was heading to Earth.
Thread Exit. I'll take PL for this one thanks! Bunch of fun guys! Sorry that this got dragged on for longer than necessary, that's my bad.
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