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Post by Carva on Sept 24, 2016 15:59:52 GMT
Thread PL: 105,586 | Resillium Core: 950,274 | Limiter Gauntlets Activated: 237,579 | Ki Setting: 5
Knowing how Earthlings could be judgemental of those who were different, the former Saiyan knew that he had to fit in. His first step was to set his power to that of what he believed what be a regular human. Five. He'd heard tales of a farmer with such a laughable power level before, who's own bullet killed him. He smirked in amusement as he moved along the sidewalk, his shades obstructing the view of his strangely colored amber eyes. Earthlings never were known for their strength. If I am to find Katsu Yuda, then I must play this game of blending in.And blend in he intended to do. The man was headed toward a popular bar somewhere deep within Satan City, and his style of dress was very uncharacteristic. He caught the gaze of quite a few young ladies along the straight, his black shoes shined to perfection. His slacks, khaki in color and pressed to perfection were clean with not a stain on them. His torso was covered with a long sleeved, black silk dress shirt, a chain hanging from his brown leather belt and moving along to his right back pocket. As he neared the bar, the bouncer stood there for a moment and looked at Carva. The bouncer matched Carva in height at six foot six inches tall, but wasn't quite as muscular or well dressed as the android. The bouncer looked at the Saiyan turned Android with great scrutiny. "Name?"Carva stood there without intimidation, not a hint. He answered without hesitation, giving yet another false alias. "Who. Doctor Jonathan Who."
A long staredown would commenced between the two large men, Carva's facial expression remaining as cool as the Yunzabit Highlands wind. After about a minute, the bouncer would step aside, and Carva would brush past him fearlessly, head held high...confident.
More looks would come Carva's way as he walked through the smoke filled bar, heavy metal music blasting his auditory sensors. He'd never taken the time to take in Earth culture before, but he liked what he heard. He brushed past the scantily clad woman, taking a stride as he moved up to the bartender. The bartender was a kindly looking old man with a handlebar mustache. His cheeks reddened as he saw Carva sit down, and flashed him a bright smile that you'd get from a grandpa. "'Ey there, son! What can I get for ya?!"
Carva looked at the older man strangely under those black shades, but otherwise you wouldn't be able to read his expression. Why is he calling me his son? This man is not my father!" The android logic kicked in right there. Finally, Carva answered with one word. "Water."
The bartender would look a bit disappointed at first, but he would then shrug. He would make the easy order quickly, then move on to the next customer. Carva had come to take in the scenery and meet the locals, but there was really no telling who he might meet in this situation. Was he actually...looking for friends? Posting Order
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Viktara
Rising Soul
PL: 29,774
Battle Spirit (x4)
Zeni: 7,000
Tag: @onyxleo
OOC Name: Onyx
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Post by Viktara on Sept 26, 2016 3:03:20 GMT
(PL = 14,803. HW = 3,700)
“AND DON’T COME BACK, YA BLUE BIMBO!” A man’s voice bellowed as the Heran warrior stumbled out the front door of a run-down tavern. “S’NOT LIKE I EVER WOULD, AFTER GIVIN’ ME THAT PISS WATER Y’ALL CALLED WHISKEY!” the woman screamed back before suddenly slamming the door behind her! The sheer force of the impact was enough to splinter the seams of the door and fracture the brick around it, leaving a small grin of satisfaction to cross the amazon’s lips before she made her final departure. “Tch, Earth bars are too soft.” Viktara grumbled to herself as she walked the midnight streets of Satan City. That was the third bar she’d visited that night, and incidentally, it was the third one she'd been thrown out of. “ ‘Don’t break the furniture’, ‘Don’t cause any fights’, ‘Don’t have any FUN!’ ” she sneered with a mocking tone as she recalled the many warnings she’d received throughout the evening. The biggest travesty of all was that despite her best efforts, she hadn’t even managed to get tipsy yet. “Never thought I’d actually miss that ol’ crack-rock Raiti-Zacro, but at least it had some decent bars.” She sighed. As Viktara rounded the next corner, her eyes fell on yet another bar. This one was obviously a bit more upscale than the others. As she made her approach, she had silently hoped that she would have better luck with this one. However, those hopes were immediately dashed as soon as the taller man stepped out in front of the Heran, eliciting an annoyed groan to exit the woman’s mouth as she was halted in her tracks.
“Name?”The woman rolled her eyes and crossed her heavily muscled arms over her chest. “C’mon Sugar, I think we both know that if I really wanted to be in that bar, there ain’t much you could do to stop me.” As the warrior spoke, her body was gently lifted off the ground to hover a meager three inches into the air. Yet those three short inches were more than enough for the already tall amazon to stare the man down, causing a sigh of his own to escape his lips. Perhaps he was intimidated, perhaps he didn’t want to deal with yet another person flexing their muscles, or maybe he was just bad at his job. Whatever the reason may have been, Viktara was eventually allowed passage inside. “I’ll take whatever y’all consider to be good whiskey. The hardest stuff you got. ” She ordered to the old man before even exchanging pleasantries. As if by fate, she would then find her seat next to the incognito Saiyan, dropping her large body onto the stool with little grace as she then waited for her drink to arrive. “Earthlings. Am I right, Hair-Gel? They wouldn’t know a decent drink if they drowned in it.” She grinned and dropped a wink at Carva as she rested her face against her fist. |
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Post by Gekido on Sept 26, 2016 4:14:11 GMT
Gekido, was having his normal day, after brutal training with Koldar he needed to get something to drink. The heran after all had not been in any sort of bar for nearly a week. he already missed that feeling, he was in a bar. He had put on some human clothes a tux so he could at least somewhat blend in along with sunglasses. He rushed towards the bar where the large man waited in the front. He looked like he was already having a bad day, too bad Gekido was about to make it alot worse.
"Yo can i come in." Gekdio asked he towering over the man, grumbling he pushed past the man as he walked into the bar as he could see a heran in the bar sitting next to a man he thought he had seen before, though he didn't remember of the top of his head. He walked towards the table looking at the heran "Hello their your looking fine." He said before sitting down at the table, "What brings you so far out from Planet hera, I thought most of our kind just stayed at home, or at least didn't come to earth." Gekido pointed towards the bartender who walked up "Yes what would you like." Gekido turned "Get me the strongest stuff you have please i need something to get me to forget today." Gekido sighed, oh man he was tired and he was pissed, how the hell was he going to prove himself to Koldar. He didn't know but, he was going to figure out a way. He rested his hands on the table looking at the two of them, what would they do?
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Post by Carva on Sept 26, 2016 15:18:07 GMT
Three entries into that small bar that day, three different personalities meeting as if by fate. Carva had come there, hoping to find information regarding the scientist Katsu. He knew that bars were gathering places used by the vermin of Earth to socialize amongst one another from the times he'd watched Earth broadcasts back on Planet Vegeta as a child. So this was a good place to start.
When the blue woman walked into the bar, all boisterous and loud, Carva took notice of her under his shades. He cut the corner of his eyes and looked the woman up and down. Her muscle tone was quite impressive and for a moment he caught himself staring. But he averted his gaze toward the bar tender as the woman plopped down beside him and sipped his water, a light chuckle rising from his chest. She reminded him of a Saiyan woman from her less than graceful actions. He liked it.
A slight frown would appear on his face as she called him "Hair-Gel", so he'd calmly correct her. "The name's Carva..." he'd turn his head to face her and smile a bit, going through his memory banks for that Earthling slang. "...darlin'." That was the word. A comic book character had called ladies that word in greetings before, and as stated, Carva had used the media of television and books to study Earth. He looked at her quizzically. "And what may I call you?"
His eyes would fall on Gekido and his expression would become one of amusement. He'd fought the man earlier in the month and his first question would be. "Hey pal..." He smirked, sliding his water back to the bartender. "...how's your nose?"
The Saiyan in his soul would show as he laughed heartily. But he would show a smooth side as he ordered the bartender in a strong, commanding tone. "Vodka, straight for me. Give the lady and this guy whatever they want, on my tab." Surely that would open up the lines of communication.
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Viktara
Rising Soul
PL: 29,774
Battle Spirit (x4)
Zeni: 7,000
Tag: @onyxleo
OOC Name: Onyx
Posts: 73
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Post by Viktara on Sept 27, 2016 17:12:29 GMT
Darlin’ he said. That’s one she hadn’t heard before. She’d gotten plenty of ‘Sweet cheeks’, ‘Good lookings’, and a plethora of vulgarities in her adult life, mostly due to the circles she enjoys traveling in. Yet it was never anything quite as simple or classy as ‘darling’. She liked it, as was evident by the growing grin on her azure lips. “Viktara.” she answered in her typical cool and relaxed tone as the old man poured the amber liquid into glass in front of her.
As the bartender then turned to attend to something else, Viktara immediately spoke up and lightly tugged his arm. “Woah there, where’re you goin’ in such a hurry?” The woman called out before loudly tapping her finger against the spot next to her glass. “I ain’t here just to look cute, I’m here to get hammered. Leave the damn bottle.” she ordered. With a shrug, the man complied before taking his leave. Another smile crossed the Heran’s face as she read the alcohol contents of the bottle. “Alright, this should get the job done…!” she mumbled to herself before turning her attentions back to Carva.
“Sorry ‘bout that, now where were w-” Hello there, You’re lookin’ fine! a heavy voice interrupted from behind.
Viktara lightly scoffed as her expression immediately fell to that of an annoyed state. Under normal conditions she would have appreciated the attention, but in that moment she had already found someone of interest. At this point, anyone else was just a distraction.
“Sorry sweetheart. Whatever you’re sellin’, I ain’t buyin’” She spoke without even turning to face the man. “So why don’t you jus-” she paused again as his words registered in her mind. Our planet…? Immediately swiveling in her stool to face him, she was greeted by a visage not unlike her own. Blue skin, orange hair, incredible size. “Another Heran…?” She almost gasped. It was true, their species was somewhat elusive. Even beyond their dwindled numbers and the few who stay on their resurrected planet, the rest are known to travel the stars as bounty hunters and mercenaries. Viktara herself had only encountered about three or so in her life, each of which being absolute monsters in terms of strength.
“Well for starters, I ain’t from Hera. I’m… I just like to move around” she corrected as she slipped her pink scouter over her eyes. As every Heran she’d met thus far were powerhouses, she’d made it somewhat of a game for herself to grade her own strength against them. Having also never been to her species home planet, this was also an easy way to stack the Herans up against the other races of the galaxy. As she’d frequently boasted about her race’s strength, it was nice having confirmations every now and again.
...3000? This guy’s a total wimp. He’s almost as weak as Lily! she thought to herself as the numbers quickly scrolled across the screen. She sighed inwardly in disappointment as her interest in this new Heran quickly faded. Once Carva spoke up however, Viktara’s eyes darted between the two men. “Wait, y’all know each other?”
Her grin grew once more as she then heard the saiyan’s offer. “Much appreciated, Carva! I’m not the type to turn down a free drink.” she smiled, raising a glass towards him before knocking back with a loud gulp.
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Post by Gekido on Sept 27, 2016 23:46:53 GMT
"My nose is fine i'll have you know well other then the part where you broke it." He said rubbing his nose, "But us heran can recover from those type of wounds pretty fast." He looked at the heran woman as she spoke that she was not from hera he nodding "Yah you would probley would not like it, i didn't for sure, alot of the herans at home are weak." He said with an annoyed grunt. He looked at her as she put on the scouter checking his powerlevel, "I know it is quite low, you shouldn't be too judgmental, i been unable to have a good fight in nearly 10 years i've probley gotten weaker, but now after that exelerating experience with this man over here i got something to stride too." He pointed at carva, "You know most people i meet are all talk with no strength behind them but you were not talk, i like you even though you beat me so easily." He crossed his arms, "It is not about winning for me, i just want a good fight."
He laughed as Carva offered to buy their drinks, "Thanks i appreciate the gesture, i am quite thirsty i need something to drink down, i got more training to do tomorrow and it is already brutal." He smiled lightly as his drink came he grabbing it and slowly drank down, "But at the same time looking at you...." He looked at carva "I don't think i ever asked your name but, looking at you reminds me of someone i don't like not cause your like him, but because you both look kinda similar." He finished the first glass before burping. "It was a long time ago, he gave me the best fight of my life, a battle where two men of even power waged their belief's and soul and throw everything at each other until one of them dies." He slammed his fist together looking at carva, "Perhaps your the man i'll try and reach perhaps not but it'd be boring if i became the strongest, their no point of strength if you can't have a good fight." He sighed laying his head back looking at the heran and Saiyan android.
"And yah we know eachother ms. never asked your name either." He said smirking slightly, "we got into a fight at some tournament and i taunted him thought he was joking around about how strong he was but he was strong alright, he beat me after that easily, but i don't care it was good fight, i just was weaker i don't believe the skill gap was the big problem." He shurrged, he did hate to lose but after all it was a clean fight and at least the saiyan took him seriously enough to fight full on at the end despite pounding The heran into the ground. He grabbed another bottle as he began to chug it down before putting it down, "It alright though he kill me so that is a plus broke a couple bones but on my time of earth i broke more bones here then in the past 5 years, so i'm happy."
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Post by Carva on Sept 28, 2016 2:10:26 GMT
He was no simple Saiyan warrior. He wasn't your average person at all, his demeanor mostly very serious. But he found the female Heran attractive with her muscular frame, and she'd notice him stealing glances...if...he'd remove his shades. His eyes would be different than any Saiyan's, with their almost gold or amber color. Sipping the vodka straight, he didn't even flimch. His taste sensors did burn, but he was obviously too damned tough to care. "I do believe that you and I were talking and getting to know one another, my lady. It is quite a pleasure to meet you, Miss Viktara."
So many changes, so much had stayed the same. Those manners he'd had while living were still there and very evident in the way he carried himself. He was evil, but he had the chivalry of a knight. This was Carva being himself yet showing restraint. He knew that he could level an entire city but had no reason.
He found himself glad the woman was enjoying her drink, and furthermore amused that Gekido's nose had been broken. Boldly, he'd pour himself another glass from Viktara's bottle, then look straight at Gekido with a slight smirk. "So I take it you learned a lesson that day, yes Heran? And, it's just as I've told the lady. My name is Carva; Sir Carva to some." He nodded as Gekido spoke of brutal training, and showing no chill whatsoever, responded. "Good thing. You need to train, kid. I've never kicked someone's ass that badly." A light chuckle rose from the Android's chest.
He then sipped his drink, the one from Viktara's bottle and actually cringed a bit. "My my...nice drink, actually burns a bit. What did you say this was again, Viktara?"
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Viktara
Rising Soul
PL: 29,774
Battle Spirit (x4)
Zeni: 7,000
Tag: @onyxleo
OOC Name: Onyx
Posts: 73
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Post by Viktara on Sept 29, 2016 15:08:59 GMT
Viktara nearly choked on her drink once the other Heran mentioned how ‘weak’ the rest of the population was. It took almost everything she had to stifle laughing in his face, but a small snicker managed to crack through as he continued to prattle on about fighting. The most intriguing part of the conversation so far was the fact that Carva was apparently much stronger than he was. So much so that he rambled on an entire speech about it.
Nodding along as she feigned interest, she would then turn her sights to Carva out of curiosity as the other Heran prattled on and on. Tapping the button on the side of her earpiece, a series of numbers would then shoot across the visor once again as they zeroed in on the cyborg warrior… Only this time, they were counting down. Viktara raised an eyebrow as the scouter finally dinged to a measly ‘5’. She briefly wondered if the device was somehow broken, or if the Heran ‘warrior’ was simply the worst fighter of the universe.
Truth be told, she had a bit more faith placed in the technology.
Her eyes then narrowed behind the scouter’s pink visor as she watched the Android pour himself another glass of whisky out of her bottle. “Caaareful, Hair-Gel. I may appreciate your offer, but one thing you should remember is to never get between a Heran and her drink.” She warned. Her tone was playful and she wore a smile as she spoke, yet her words still carried a high level of sincerity behind them.
“As for the name, hell if I know. I ain’t even gonna try to pronounce this shit.” she shrugged as she reached for the entire bottle, raising it to her lips before speaking once more.“...But I can sure as hell read the ‘184 Proof’ written on the label.” She grinned one final time before tipping the bottle back and guzzling down on the liquid, draining it of over a third of its contents before finally setting the bottle back down and erupting with satisfying belch that dwarfed Gekido’s in size.
“Now that’s good whiskey!”
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Post by Gekido on Sept 29, 2016 15:24:51 GMT
He grumbled as she snicked, "It is the truth i highly doubt you'll find more then 100 heran stronger then me on my homeworld, we become fucking week." He grumbled, "If i actually trained or got into real fights i'd be at least twice as strong." He didn't like being mocked by the heran, but at least she seemed to be able to back it up. He was surprised when the large bletch erupted from her, a smile being planted on his face, "Your heran all right whether or not you were born on hera." He grabbed a bottle slowly drinking down the whole thing his eyes on carva. He finished the bottle before letting out a large burp though it was still smaller then Viktara burp he sighed, "Dammit well, guess she wins on that." He grumbled, he couldn't burp that loud not anymore at least.
He looked at carva, "Yah well, it does not mean you lost before, you may of beat me but it does not mean you were beaten before, i don't care about losing or how bad i do." He grabbed another bottle, "And kid...i'm fucking 32." He keep drinking grabbing another bottle he enjoying the achol though he did miss the old drinks of hera, filled with more strength, getting him drunk off his rocker in only a couple bottles, but that was most herans, who could only take one or two of those things. He sighed, going home was not much of an option. Plus it was just a hell hole, earth was actually kinda nice. He was not getting soft, but being on a planet for more then a week without worrying about being attacked by weak ass bounty hunters felt nice.
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Post by Carva on Sept 29, 2016 15:51:29 GMT
Carva had set his ki low for a reason. That reason? He didn't need to attract any unwanted attention. He'd known that he, himself, was a threat to the people of this planet. He could crack Earth quite easily but for some reason he hadn't done so. Whether it was the fact that it wasn't his orders, or the organizations that would try and stop him he wasn't sure. He'd heard tale of the Z-fighters and the Blue Banner Army, and deep down knew that even he was in no position to stand against them. Not yet anyway.
A mischievous grin would play on his face as he sat the bottle down, taking the glass in his hand. There was no clinking ice as the warrior took his liquor straight. He downed the entire glass in one gulp and slammed the glass down on the counter with a hearty laugh. "But perhaps a beautiful Heran wouldn't mind sharing her whiskey with a bad ass like me?" Charm and confidence dripped from his tone as he shot her a wink.
It wasn't in his "programming" to be this suave, but his soul was still that of Carva. And Carva had once charmed the psychotic Arias, so there, we have that.
As Gekido prattled on and on about his loss to Carva, Carva would turn to Viktara with an eyeroll. He then turned back to Gekido as the Heran managed a weak burp and his own smile faded. "You know, that is far more impressive when the woman does it. If I were you, I wouldn't quit my day job as a training dummy for elite warriors." The large Saiyan Droid smirked and poured himself yet another glass of whiskey. "As for your age? Oh no, I wasn't talking about your age. When I call you a "kid" I am referring to the fact that you are as weak as a child. And take it from someone who has only lost once in his professional career..." He easily scanned Gekido without so much as pressing a button. "...you are too weak to stand against me, so just nod your head and agree."
The dark side of Carva had flashed for a moment as he gave Gekido a stoic look, his eyes focused on the Heran for a moment. He didn't play games, especially when his fighting prowess was in question. He'd crushed Gekido's nose once. He wouldn't hesitate to do so again.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 30, 2016 15:30:22 GMT
Power Level 127,185 ; Resonance : 1,399,035 ; 1,526,220
Heavy Weights: ACTIVE! 349,758 ; 381,555
T4 Shop: Active! (Noxa is recruiting for her workforce; hopefully this applies!)
 Wandering from the other side of the long bar reared-in Derek, returning after a brief sequester to fetch some snacks — a second of reached into the backroom, really. His bright, emerald eyes scanned the alehouse; the bar was packed tonight, which wasn’t necessarily something new. It often was the case when the weekend loomed near — the mixologist had more than enough experience in his field to assess that much. What was impressive, however, was that even after his move across the world the man came to once again find a familiar face: Noxa.
Landy, twiddling with his handlebar mustache, once again neared the redhead. A scantily-clad redhead sat haphazardly on a stool, directly next to the muscular Casanova. Up until now, Derek had been acting as her personal servant of sorts; he wasn’t the only barkeep, so the split in attention could be afforded — especially when that split in attention involved a woman as generous in tips as the redheaded vixn. In fact, his shift had ended nearly 3 hours ago, but he stayed for several reasons:
One; Noxa drank like a monster. When they previously encountered themselves she drank for seven straight hours before leaving with a slender Majin. This, of course, meant that the extra hands on deck would be necessary; a superhuman drinker atop of a busy night… Landy was a mixologist — proud in his work and with many years of experience under his belt; he understood the struggles, and thus he decided to do for his co-workers a favor her many times wished some would do for him.
Two; Noxa had fallen asleep. Landy was a responsible bar manager; he simply couldn’t leave a passed-out drunk woman by herself at a packed club. At some point over her several hours-long drinking endeavor, the Bionic Woman simply decided to fold her arms over the bar and rest her head over her arms. Apparently, her hair enjoyed wrapping itself around her form while she snoozed. Every time Derek glanced at the way of the virago it seemed as though she was slowly progressing her way into competing in a mummy fashion show — this was a problem because every time he attempted to wake her up her ‘hair’ would smack him across the face.
Three; the last time Derek served Noxa she gave him double her bill's total in tips — double of what six hours of drinking strong spirits costed. Alone, she stood as the singular reason Landy was able to afford to move down here, among the most prestigious parts of Satan City. Having found once more her was a stroke of good luck, one that he wouldn’t allow anyone else to touch! Hell, depending on how this went the gingerman might have enough money to muster up his own bar — that singular prospect was, in all fairness, the singular reason he was in such a good mood. Landy would have remained should the third clause not be present, but since it was he remained — and he did so happily!
Considering Noxa was still somewhere in cloud nine, Derek scooched over a mere five inches from her, approaching the — presumable — saiyan with the fashion sense of a high roller. The mixologist, taking a sight of the two figured just over yonder made his heart sink. Oh, dear lords; why? Herans in the house; this was bound to end badly. Landy was well aware of just how viciously powerful, brutal, unkempt, and reckless that species was. Herans were truly the worst nightmare of any bartender who wished to be home on time — or at least not get his payment deducted for not ‘overseeing the damages’.
The man was just about to give Carva a greeting, but instead, he hovered past him and stood in front of the two Herans.
“Oi — listen, I had a really solid shift today… How’s we make a deal? A 10% discount on all our wares as long as you don’t destroy anything, eh? Sound fair?” His voice was laced with uncertainty, and his brow furrowed as his body language called out in a silent plea of its own. This was the face of a working man that just barely saw the light at the end of the tunnel.
“And, yes, it’s because you’re blue.”
Besides Carva, however, there would be a shifting as Noxa stirred. Her hair would begin to come undone around her figure; the tendrils lazily undulated into the air, passionately licking the atmosphere as if trying to assess any danger. Much like her crimson locks Noxa, too, lethargically found herself coming to; long, lithe, feminine arms reached into the air. Pops audibly snapped within her torso as things were forced back in place.
“Ggggnn~!” Groaned the woman through the process; attempting to adjust her body and carapace into a more comfortable position. She sight, hunching over with rounded shoulder — good enough. Beady eyes, of black and yellow, looking first left, then right. Over, to her right, she finally saw Derek. He was just past the rich businessman with spiky hair and shades; Landy seemed to occupy himself with some strangers. The woman smacked her lips before looking down yonder to see her large, curvy glass barely filled with the same white, creamy cocktail she had been enjoying. Noxa tucked her hands in between her knees, leaning forward just enough for her lips to close around a long, curly straw and mindlessly suckle. Sadly, all the came was the sound of slurping from an empty straw.
Leaning hard into the bar, Noxa found herself standing, bending at the hips as she nearly laid over the counter. Hand waving she attempted to secure the barman’s attention,
“Yoo-hoo, Deereeek; I’m bone dry, heeree~!” Whined the redhead, the light touch of inebriation giving her tone a coquettish, singsongy quality.
Derek: 40c900Derek:
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 P.S. CARVA I FUCKING LOVE YOUR HEADER SO MUCH. CAN I STEAL IT FROM NOW ON?! |
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Viktara
Rising Soul
PL: 29,774
Battle Spirit (x4)
Zeni: 7,000
Tag: @onyxleo
OOC Name: Onyx
Posts: 73
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Post by Viktara on Oct 1, 2016 4:46:37 GMT
“Yeah, yeah, alright tough guy.” the woman scoffed as she waved her hand dismissively. “I'm sure you're stronger than everyone else in here, too.” Viktara honestly couldn't believe the lengths some men would go through to protect their own pride. Lying about your own strength was one thing, but actively putting down your own race in order to build yourself up? Despicable. Even if he was telling the truth, ‘boasting’ about their race’s alleged weakness wasn't the best way to gain favor with female Heran.
“Besides, you said you could be twice as strong…?” The amazon let out a soft chuckle and shook her head before taking another swig of her drink. “Sweetie... Mathematics ain’t my strong suit, but even I know that Two times Zero is still Zero.” she jeered, barely able to contain her wry grin as she eagerly watched his face for a reaction. Regardless of his response, she would suddenly burst out into an uproarious cackle, filling the bar with even more noise.
When the Saiyan asked for another hit off her bottle, Viktara paused for a brief moment in thought before a sinful idea struck her mind. “I don’t know, why don’t you try askin’ first?” she winked at the man, leaving him with a lingering gaze before leaning backwards in her stool to face the other Heran. “Hey big guy, mind bein’ a doll and sharin’ your drink with Carva?” she chuckled once more.
Thus far, Viktara considered the night to be a roaring success. In just a few minutes of arriving, she’d managed to secure herself some free drinks, as well as entertainment in the form of both men showboating for her attention. A content, heavily alcohol-scented sigh escaped her lips as she relaxed her body against the bar’s counter and let the moment take her. It was happening. It was finally happening! After four pubs and an embarrassing amount of consumed drinks, Her body filled with that oh-so familiar warmth as the entire bar began to subtly warp on its axis. The whiskey was doing it’s job as a slight buzz began to cloud her mind. Her lips curled upwards as she relaxed further into her seat. This really was turning out to be a good night!... Until he showed up.
At first she had assumed that the man was simply there to refill their drinks, but once he opened his mouth, the Heran sharply inhaled as her brow furrowed and her eyes widened. Did he really just say that?
“Because we’re…?” She echoed in complete disbelief before abruptly standing out of her seat! The 6’3 Heran muscular frame would likely tower over the human once she closed the distance between them. Her deep brown eyes would burn like coal while she stared the man down before finally opening her mouth.
“Mind runnin’ that by me again, pipsqueak?“ Her voice growled as each following word seeped with venom. “‘Cause I don’t think you thought this through.”
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Post by Gekido on Oct 1, 2016 5:17:16 GMT
"Yes zero times 2 is zero, your correct, but how could my powerlevel be zero." He joked drinking from the glass. Of course he was kinda mad but at the same time, the company of another heran was nice. Even if he was twice as strong as he was now, that was still pretty weak, she did have a point, even if he was twice as strong he would still be quite weak compared to some of the strongest being on the planet, His pride took a hit but it also excited him the prospect of new powerful foes, that he could fight eventually if he went beyond his old perceived limits "But it be kinda boring to be all strong, i'm glad i came here i can see how weak it i really was, it is kinda shameful." He finished drinking from the glass before refilling with some more alcohol but from a different bottle, a strong variant, he wanted to get wasted.
However, he stopped pouring the bottle when carva spoke he slowly putting down as he narrowed his gaze. The bottle lightly tapped the table. "Oh, tin can is that a hint of pride and rage i feel." He chuckled before pouring a drink for him as Viktara asked, "Alright i'll pour him a drink he'll need it in a bit anyway." He poured Carva a drink into one of the unused cups putting it down next to carva his gaze fixed on him as he put it down lightly moving his arms back, "You talk how you have one loss, tell me tin can did he kill you then you decided to turn into a tin can or where you weak before you became a machine and after he beat you into submission and you decided to give up your body to become a metal freak or perhaps, you were created in some lab to be some super warrior, i'm not impressed." He sipped from his glass, "Not saying your weak, you proved your more then capable, but i wonder how weak you before you gave your humanity for a husk of iron skin." Of course he was kinda mad, Carva seem to be so strong yet he gave away his body to become some machine, he found it absolute disgusting, the use of technology to become a powerful fighter, where was the power of training or perhaps the defeats that lead to one striving to perfect his craft.
Gekido was not stupid, he knew he was not the strongest, but he became stronger through experiences like his fight with carva, not giving up his body so he can be stronger, he hated androids, cyborgs anyone who gave their body to those damn builders of machines. He grumbled drinking away the rest of the cup, "All i see is a hollow husk of a man who lost one time and threw his body into the wind so he can be stronger, tell me is that you." He said narrowing his gaze. He turned to the bartender, "10 percent cause were blue, make it 90 and you have yourself a deal, starch that 100 percent." he laughed patting as Viktara got in his face he just watching, he wanted to see how this played out.
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Post by Carva on Oct 1, 2016 19:20:34 GMT
This bar atmosphere was a huge escape from what Carva was used to in his past. It felt quite a bit crowded as the Android had always, for the most part walked alone. He had to. The once Saiyan prodigy was at the top of his class from the time he was six, born with an incredibly high power level for even a Saiyan infant. So as you can imagine, this would have put him in a class all his own. Elite. That's what they called it. So every Earthling frequenting the bar would be as ants to the giant of a warrior.
Beep beep beep. His scouters would pick up an incredibly high power level the very second NOCA swayed those hips into that bar. For a moment, he'cut those eyes in her direction. Everything faded around him for a moment, his field of vision changing to a blue screen, Noxa's form freezing in his sights. Small facts typed them selves out before him, her height, her weight...her power level. He'd feel the kis of three different species' emanating from the Bio-Android, and a reference window would show up in his upper right hand HUD. Zyajin was his reference to her kind, but make no mistake about it. She was shinier and prettier than him.
His vision would return to normal, the corner of his lip curling upward as he smirked. She was one of the two Breech had informed him of, she had to be. But the Android would stay as cool as a cucumber in the summer time. Cucumbers, no matter how hot it gets, stay as cool as ice on the vine. That was fact. Carva feared noone in this world, and the day he did would be the day he died. And the person he'd fear? It'd be the person he'd become. If he was dangerous now, he'd certainly come back even stronger.
"Keep your discounts and stupid mustache to yourself, fool." He would motion toward Noxa with his head, his eyes cutting once again in her direction. "I believe your master is callin' ya, dog." All eyes on the android who spoke with such calmness that is was nearly mechanical and almost haunting. For now, he'd pay her the woman no more mind. For now.
Well, he knew she was talking to the other "big guy", that big guy being Gekido. He honestly wouldn't share a drink with that particular Heran if his life depended on it. He didn't like Gekido at all. But the female Heran? He'd lock eyes with her as he pulled his sunglasses down to the tip of his nose. His eyes were beautifull, the same color as Viktara's drink but with tiny flecks of blue in the irises. The blue in irises had a dull glow to them, likely caused by the power of his Resillium Core. Smoothly, his hand would slide across the bar and onto Viktara's, his lips curling upwards into a charming smile. "Oh, but I don't want his drink. Your's is delicious, and hot." Indeed, he'd kept his charm even in death. Strangely enough, the android still kept the ladies interested, especially with his High Energy Module enhancing his stamina. Nothing more needs to be said.
Everything would have remained peaceful. But Gekido had a habit of running his mouth, a habit which last time got hum two black eyes and a broken nose. He would listen to Gekido sit there, running his piehole, his hands beginning to shake, the dull glow of his eyes beginning to brighten a bit. The tv above the bar began to scratch with static...glasses began to vibrate. If he calls me a tin can one more fuckin' time...
"That's it!" Before he knew it, shot glasses along the back wall were popping, glass shards flying everywhere. Carva's Ki Setting had dropped, and his full power had caused the entire bar to trembe as his large hands grabbed Gekido around the throat and he lunged forward like a rabid animal, both men falling through a nearby table in a shower of splinters and saw dust. Carva held the throat of the Heran with one hand, face contorted in pure Saiyan Rage....from his right wrist, an energy blade would form, like a predators claws. "I am giving you ten seconds to show me some fuckin' respect, you idiot! Trust me, you do NOT know what I have been through, you do NOT know my story! And apparently? You're unaware of the fact that I'll rip your kami-damned heart out and feed it to you before you die because I am that damned efficient!"
Shit just got real.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 2, 2016 3:48:00 GMT
Landy had been respectful enough — or so he thought. Evidently, it had been a mistake to treat a Heran in the same way he would a human; make a request followed by an attempt to bribe. Of course, there was also the way of his mannerisms — he may have been a bit brash, but then again, after a shift of this length who wouldn’t?
Derek’s polished jade eyes bulged just slightly as the woman he just tried to reason with stood up; she towered above him! Her threatening tone, which insinuated that he’d made a poor decision, was more than enough of a reason for him to bail. Suddenly, he agreed with her; suddenly, she was the more intelligent, beautiful, whatever-she-wanted-to-be person in the world — whatever kept his jaw in one piece. Between forced laughter and sweating bullets it became evident that the man, who essentially quivered in his slacks, wasn't willing to keep that little interaction going.
“A-as I was saying — h-h-have a good time, here ma-madam.”
The muscular man in his business casual outfit had said exactly what was going to happen. Derek was going to go RIGHT up to Noxa, who looked like she should handle herself, and hug her legs until the Heran’s menacing gaze was no longer looming over him. Shuffling back, and trying to pretend that never happened, Landy moved to stand near Noxa.
“S-so, what would you like now, Lass?” Proposed the ginger man, attempting to keep his squared shoulders and overall posture — despite the clear thumping of his heart.
Despite the high alcohol content in her body, Noxa’s inebriated form was still sharp enough to taste the fear oozing from Derek. Her Bionic senses could hear the thumping of his heart; smell the pheromones; read his body language. That brought a smile to her lips; she had almost forgotten Derek was human — he always served her to the degree of precision that made her think he was some kind of high-tech pseudo human.
“Yeah — I’ll take another Chi-Chi; also, do you have peanuts? I’ll take some of those too.” The scantily-clad woman mumbled, sitting back down as she awaited the results. She hadn’t been paying much attention over yonder; the antics caused by the super-powered trio were their own.
It wasn’t until the electronics within the bar had begun to fail that Noxa looked up — attention being captured; she couldn’t sense anything weird. So, naturally, she shrugged this off. With that dismissed, Noxa leaned up against the bar, left elbow pressing against the polished wood while her metal-clad hand supported her cheek.
A long yawn was drawn from the woman; the touch of spirits still lingering in her breath. Progenitor CXV found herself looking up just as the television began to spit static and glass began to tremble. The militarized mindset imprinted onto the redhead immediately went to some kind of scrambling device, but that wouldn’t necessarily screw with collection of alcohol... Earthquake, maybe?
Derek, who had already begun to pull out fruit to chop in preparation for Noxa's cocktail, found himself holding tightly onto the bar. The man kept as far away from the glass cups and bottles as he could. After all, they were very likely begin to tumble onto his work space and create a dangerous mess.
“W-what’s going on?” Demanded the man whose voice quivered more than the revibrating glass.
His response seemed to come in the form of a great crash created by Carva and Gekido’s sudden tango. The sudden burst of excitement urged the scarlet-haired termagant’s head to snap over to the corybantic din caused by the brawling duo; a bar fight — how exciting!
The bar's crowded populous parted like a biblical sea as Carva crashed into the Heran; all washing away from the potential battle that was just brewing. Not Noxa though! The thumping in her chest only worked to further reel in her mind to lucidity; her metabolism making quick work of the hours-long endeavor of getting drunk. Under normal circumstances, her call to lucidity would have been a problem. Thankfully, the woman would pick a fight over intoxication any day!
Just before she was able to get a better seat to the show, Noxa found herself catching wind of something else. Looking over to her left she watched as the mustachioed bartender was brought to the brink of tears. This wasn’t at all what Derek had bargained for! All he wanted was to work; get paid; go home, and at some point in the process become a better master of his art!
“I-I’m not ready to die j-just yet!” He found himself squealing as a vintage bottle of brew came tumbling over a shelf’s edge, crashing besides him — validating his earlier premonition.
“Oh, poor little Derek~ Don’t you fret; Noxa won’t let anything happen to you.” Scarlet locks extended from her mane. They moved into the opposite side of the counter, wrapping around the man’s joints as he was lifted like a marionette. His fear turned into utmost embarrassment as the 6'3" Noxa cradled him in her arms like a huge, over-sized baby.
“You are special prey. If you died who would make my drinks the way I like them?” With him safely in her arms Noxa found herself floating over beside Carva and Gekido. She sat in the air as though she was relaxing in a beanbag chair.
Upon further inspection, the redhead felt her heart sink. Why, in holy hell, was a Saiyan with insensible ki dominating the Heran? It was likely a bias, but Noxa couldn’t help but feel uttermost disdain at the sight. Derek attempted to turn his head, but Noxa’s hand promptly cupped behind his skull, pushing his face into her bosom as to keep him away from the sight.
“Don’t look, Derek; I don’t want your expectations of Herans to be ruined by what you see here — we are, in general, amazing combatants.”
A mumble game from the blush barkeep, trying to not suffocate against the woman’s mixture of carapace and flesh.
Noxa, looking up yonder to the female Heran, found a simper tugging at helps.
“Ahh, two Herans in once place? What a pleasure; I haven’t met any kin so far in my journey. What an exciting night this turned out to be.” Her auriferous gaze turned down to see the struggle between the two muscle-bound men.
“Is the other Heran your mate?” After a brief sense of the blue amazon's ki Noxa shook her head, blatantly laughing at her own assumption, "Of course not! You're far too strong; my apologies."
Finally slipping from her grip, and gasping for air, the bartender attempting to squirm away.
"L-lass, please! T-this is such an undignified position!" The ginger bartender found himself pressing his hands against his rosen cheeks, as though here were a blushing schoolgirl. "I-I'm clearly not going to be able to work here ever again, am I?"
In response, the virago found herself rolling her shoulders in disregard; she could care less if he were to keep his career… Although she had a better solution.
"Who cares? Come work for me; I can pay you to make me tasty drinks all day."
Derek’s ear twitched at the offer. He found himself momentarily pulling away from the discord at hand and giving serious consideration to that possibility.
While her in-arm companion seemed distracted Noxa found herself returning to the violence a few feet away from her. She hoped this didn’t devolve into anything too serious. The Heran, while comparatively weak, had more than enough power at his fingertips to blow this whole building into oblivion… Which would bode well for Noxa, whose presence here was supposed to be unknown.
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