Jormungandr glanced curiously at each person who passed her, wondering if any of them might find some reason to talk to her, or give her some reason to talk to them. It seemed to her that there had been an awful lot of people lately who had done at least one of the two. She didn't really expect any of the people around her to do that - they were all far too weak. But she was aware that it was possible to hide your power, thanks to the old man she had met on the road when she was first making her way to West Capitol, so she didn't truly trust what she sensed from these people.
Power Level 127,185 ; Resonance :1,399,035 ; 1,526,220 Heavy Weights:ACTIVE!349,758 ; 381,555
There aren't a whole lost of places Noxa would rather be than West City; this was the perfect place to paddle her goods! West City long had a history of reveling in the crime generated in its poorer neighborhoods; a history only eclipsed by the astounding list of successful musicians this place produced. It was the reason Noxa found herself here today; to further continue her exploration of this culture — a culture she had previously dabbled on with Namorel when he first discovered his talent for rapping.
Today, in a weekday’s sunshine-filled morning, Noxa was here, in West City, planning to peddle Namorel’s mix-tape and her own manga. Carrying her 100 or so pounds of inventory was her new buddy — an 888 lbs ivory-furred demon dog. A fluffy, adorable ball of fur with an attitude problem. The two had been at this for roughly six hours; soliciting random passerby's for purchases. So far they had sold plenty of the manga, but only a handful of CD's. Either way, they were at the very least making progress. Noxa was both spreading the word of her Namekian friend's rap career as well as Dirty Dan's publications.
A spec of green cause Noxa's xanthic gaze; something that wasn't Namekian, but looked sentient enough. Naturally, the woman moved to interject whomever that might be. The last green person she met had become one of her closest friends; maybe if this leitmotif kept up she might make another. Whomever this was it looked as though it was of serpentine nature, something that caused Noxa to instantly be wary of a predatory nature. Noxa dusted her black robe whose edges licked at the air as though it were living flame; she adjusted the long separation of the robes at her torso, the 'v' that prominently displayed her flesh from her collarbones & bust to her naval.
"Hey, how are you doing today?!" Approached the simpering woman, waddling by as her massive companion trudged behind her, his paws' pitter-patter creating light tremors as he followed.
“I haven’t seen a whole lof of people like you here in West City! Or, anywhere, actually!”
A sweltering realization fell to Noxa as her ki-sense was geared towards the stranger; the redhead was able to pick apart the nature of the woman’s life energy — with her ki sense Noxa was able to determine that this snake woman was a demon, just like Aangra — another of her dearest friends! As well as Schnitzel, her demon dog!
The prospect of befriend another makyo star-lover filled Noxa with the utmost jubilation!
Jormungandr stared at the woman, stunned, as she approached. It wasn't her appearance that shocked the serpent, though she certainly had a unique look to her. No, it was her power. Even if the Makyo star shone bright in the sky, this woman could snap the demoness like a twig! She instinctively shied away, then stopped and tilted her head as the woman spoke. "I'm good...." she said, still wary, then paused as she considered how to respond to the next statement this mighty warrior had made. "...I imagine not." She said eventually, though the fact that it was "not a lot of people like you" instead "I've never seen anybody like you" made her rather curious. Had this woman met other demons? Jormungandr glanced past her to the dog-man. "Interesting companion" She remarked. "what's he carrying?"
The closer Noxa came to the demonic aura the more she had come to realize that whoever this woman was the progenitor had made a grave misunderstanding: she wasn’t green; she was purple! It must have been a refraction of light, or something she had eaten — she knew those brownies were too expensive… Must have been a scam and made with bad materials! The Bio Android hoped she wouldn’t get food poisoning — food poisoning would seriously put a damper on her ability to sell all of the merchandise she was here to get rid of.
With that little mental indiscretion out of the way, Noxa found herself passively nodding away at just about every word that the snake lady seemed to impart. Something about her body language and tone conveyed to Noxa that she was uncomfortable — perhaps scared. The termagant wasn’t sure why — unless she was able to sense ki. That possibility, however, was swiftly dismissed; Noxa herself had only recently learned how to sense ki, so naturally she assumed only those around her plateau of power would have access to that ability.
Instead, Noxa found herself interpreting it as the next obvious thing.
“Don’t worry.” She said, reaching towards the massive heard of her companion and petting him. “He doesn’t bite.” There was a sudden sensation of moisture and warmth against Noxa’s hand. She looked over to find that Mr. Floofs had completely chomped down on her arm.
“You stupid dog — I just said you don’t bite!” A scarlet vine-like strand unraveled from behind the cascade of hair that fell down Noxa’s back. It curled around before whipping at the dog. “BAD!”
That was enough for her companion to fully release her limb, but turn to face her and began loudly barking — a rather high pitched bark at that; a pitch akin to something belonging to a cub.
“ARF! ARF!” Mr. Floofs came to bark at her, though through the telepathic link that seemed to be perpetually formed between the two Noxa was given a full translation of his canine yelps.
‘HEY, IF YOU DON’T WANT ME TO BITE YOU WHY DID YOU BRING YOUR HAND SO CLOSE TO MY SNOUT?!'
“TO PET YOU, STUPID!” Declared Noxa, fully removing her arm from within the warm mouth. “Blergh!” She lamented, “Now it smells like puppy saliva…”
‘Which is ten times better than what you smell like!’ Retorted the little smart mouth fluffball.
“You are impossible sometimes, you know that?” Groaned Noxa, who rolled her eyes as she moved around her fluffy buddy — reaching for the baggy compartments of his 'saddle', where she stored the goods.
“Right back at you.”
The woman’s slobber-covered hand rummaged about before she withdrew both her Adult Manga ‘Sweet Deeds Done Dirt Cheap’ and Namorel’s latest mixtape. The woman walked closer to the snake woman and held both out to her — a trickle of her dog’s saliva running down Noxa’s hand and covering a bit of the tape.
“Sorry about the delay; this is what I’m trying to sell out here — some art, I suppose.” Noxa rolled her shoulders; shrugging as she came to accept the possibility that in all likelihood this wasn't something that interested the demon in front of her, “I don’t expect you’re in the market for either, are ya?”
The gentle giant found himself approaching the snake lady, sitting besides her as his big puppy eyes focused on her. His tongue dropping out of his mouth as he panted, doing little more than simply waiting for that little exchange to be over. His unyielding gaze slowly lowered itself, and soon enough Mr. Floofs was laying down, his four legs neatly by his side as he sniffed at the snake woman's feet.
“Don’t mind him — he is just an overgrown puppy. He is helping me carry around all of my merchandise today, and in return I'll feed him something tasty.” 'I'm a hell hound, human! A great guardian whose power will one day eclipse that all of the demon realm!' He declared. Or, as Jormungandr might understand, "Woof!"
Once again her auriferous eyes found themselves rolling — enough of that having been done in the last minute to quality Noxa for the role of ‘angsty teenager’.
“Demon hound.” Noxa corrected herself at her furry friend's telepathic request. "By the way, I'm Noxa — and his name is Mr. Floofs."
'Hideaki — I am Hideaki, you buffoon!' Yelped the dog, growling at Noxa. "Bark, Bark!" Jor would once again likely hear; after all, none of his telepathic speech was conveyed to her.
"Mr. Floofs." She repeated once more; this time refusing to correct herself, despite his request — even at his growling, threatening tone.
Jormungandr wasn't really worried about the dog - she was fairly sure she could take him if she transformed - but she did relax a little, realizing that the idea of attacking her likely hadn't even crossed this strange, but ultimately rather friendly-seeming, woman's mind. She chuckled at the antics of the two, though she was confused at the way the amazon seemed to understand the barks. When Noxa held out the mix-tape and manga, Jormungandr grimaced at the drool on the tape as she tried to see just what was supposed to be on it, then shook her head. "no, not really. I'm actually trying to avoid spending too much right now, since I'm trying to save up for a house." she said, sighing, then added. "and yeah, I know, that's probably going to take a while." She glanced at the dog as it lay down beside her before shrugging and petting it, then blinked as Noxa mentioned that her companion was a demon dog. Well, that would explain what was going on just now..... she mused, then laughed as Noxa reiterated the name she had given him, surmising that Mr. Floofs didn't like being called that. She frowned thoughtfully. "hm... I don't suppose you'd mind me helping? I don't really have anything better to do"
Despite just how utterly unproductive the day was Noxa found herself feel relatively relieved as the purple snake lady seemed to merrily chuckle — and, at one point, outright laugh! Well, that was a good way to kick off a first impression, that’s for sure. Hell, she was kind enough to go as far as to offer Noxa help with her paddling!
Still, the woman wasn’t sure if having another set of hands would really help her sales; it was more that no one interested in her peddling than Noxa not being capable of dealing out enough copies. Still, this was an offer for both free labor and bonding; the progenitor couldn’t pass this down!
Mr. Floofs found himself getting up, turning away from the snake lady. Once he faced Noxa he would bark a few more times. ‘No one is buying these dumb things, human! Why can’t we just go home and call it a day?’
Noxa turned to her companion, her delicate fingers meeting his forehead, running between his fur.
“Don’t worry; I have an idea of what we could do.” The woman explained, “Instead of selling them… We’ll give them for free!”
The progenitor turned to her serpentine acquaintance.
“What do you think of you and I mounting Mr. Floofs, then taking flight over the city and dropping the inventory down. Make it rain art on the people! I wouldn’t get money, but it would help spread the popularity of both the manga and mixtape!” Her voice had grown in volume. The more the redhead spoke the more her eccentric nature would be made obvious to all parties involved. By now Noxa had a goofy, toothy grins played on her features.
“What’s your name, by the way? I must have missed it or something.”
“Woof…” Mumbled the puppy, going as far as to translate his aside to Noxa. ‘You are just the biggest airhead, woman…’
The idea that what the woman’s mass marketing scheme could easily be considered ‘littering’ didn’t once cross her mind; to her this was an amazing plan with absolutely no downsides. With that said Noxa would move around Mr. Floofs. She would take a tight hold of his ivory fur before she leaped up, straddling the demons’ back — saddling herself up on most of the inventory, which was just a bunch of satchels hanging off Schnitzel’s side.
“What do you say?” She pressed on, eyes once again focusing on her acquaintance. “You in?”
The demoness tilted her at the woman's proclamation that her wares were to be given away for free, then grinned at the suggestion they ride Mr. Floofs while they did it. She herself had no knowledge of Earth's laws, so, like the red-headed amazon, she saw no flaw in this plan. "I'm Jormungandr" she said in reply to Noxa's question. "I never said it" She laughed when she was asked if she was in. "are you kidding me? of course I'm in! this sounds fun!"
At the prospect of having found free labor — and a partner in ‘crime’ — the amazon’s hands came together in an audible clap. She was careful to avoid smashing the goods she still held, but plenty of dog saliva was sprinkled all over herself and the snake woman.
“Oh, oops —that was my bad, Jormungandr.” The redhead came to admit, deciding to move on before that little miscalculation on her part could blossom into a potential deal breaker for their partnership.
“Common, Mr. Floofs.” Noxa called, patting her side as to beckon her friend. The ball of fur simply shuffled himself, scraping against the cement as he scooched closer too lazy to really get up. The woman shook her head — she wasn’t sure just what kind of training she’d have to put that one through to fix his attitude. Still, at least he was already on the floor, making climbing him a far easier endeavor.
“Fiine.” Came the word masked amid a heavy sigh. Noxa approached her companion before straddling herself on his back. Her gaze moved up to Jormungandr, her head cocking over as to beckon the demoness.
“Get on and hold on tight. His takeoff is a little wobbly, but once he is in the air things usually kind of even out. When we’re far enough up we’ll start distributing.” Noxa added, “Keep an eye out for places that you think might be a good idea to drop the stuff on. I figure the areas with more people would be best.”
A growl of warning was given from the ball of fur that Noxa had straddled. Despite the lack of barking a clear translation as to his uppity anger found its way into the virago's mind.
'Watch what you say about my flying, human; I'll have you know I graduated atop of my class in--'
Noxa sighed, doing her best to zone out as the pupper began to spew what she imagined would become an ungodly amount of backstory that, for the moment, didn't pertain to her very well. Besides, the redhead was almost sure that Mr. Floofs was lying; what kind of 'schooling' would train demon dogs to fly?
"Don't worry, he isn't growling at you. Just hop on." Ensured Noxa in case the purple snake lady had found herself hesitant at all. "And do me a favor? Keep an eye out for police or anything that looks like it might be 'with the law'; The policies on this world are just absolutely awful for any kind of.." The woman cleared her throat as she carefully pronounced the next word, "entrepreneur."
A sly smile formed onto her lips — something almost overwhelmingly smug. It wasn't clear if she was proud of the word's meaning or the fact she could pronounce it without butchering the word.
Jormungandr grimaced as the saliva landed on her face, raising her hand to carefully wipe it off, then wiping it on Mr. Floof's fur. "it's fine" she said, waving her other hand, as the amazon apologized. The demoness quickly followed her new companion, mounting the fiendish canine. She made sure she had a tight grip on his torso as Noxa spoke, and nodded. "I think the parks would be a good choice for our first drop zones" she remarked, then frowned and tilted her head as the self-proclaimed "entrepreneur" advised her to keep an eye out for the law. She thought about the implications of what Noxa had said for a moment, and when a smug smirk crept across the amazon's face, it was accompanied by a wicked grin upon the visage of the serpent. She may have reformed somewhat, but that didn't mean she was actually a good person, much less a lawful citizen, and she didn't really care about those who enforced the laws of this planet. "No problem" she assured her companion. "I'll make sure they don't see us before we see them."