Post by Deleted on Oct 4, 2016 19:50:27 GMT
Land Hunting!
Power Level 127,185 ; Resonance : 1,399,035 ; 1,526,220
Heavy Weights: ACTIVE! 349,758 ; 381,555
T4 SHOP: ACTIVE!
Over the course of the last few weeks, Noxa had found herself spending an increasing amount of time at South Capitol instead of Satan City. Traveling wasn’t really a big issue for her; when you are able to fly at supersonic speeds you are essentially your own private transport. Still, the fact this used to be her homebase — her nesting zone — something she had literally fought over twice. Now this was more of a hangout spot for the woman; between Celmaru’s home and a few choice hotels, her sleeping arrangements had changed drastically. The redhead couldn’t help but shake the feeling that her ‘Resonance’ evolution had something to do with this. After all, ever since her teacher pushed her into a new stage of being she couldn’t help but feel as though everything was different somehow — that her perspective on the world had been widened.
On this overcast day, Noxa found herself wobbling though Satan City once more, looking for any shops or buildings that seemed to be rentable. Her eyes’ piercing auriferous gaze took a break from the concrete jungle’s horizon and lulled itself lower to what was between her legs. Her fingers ran through the soft, fluffy white fur of her not-so-little canine partner in crime.
Hideaki — or as Noxa came to call him, ‘Mr. Floofs’, or ‘Schnitzel’ — trotted through the sidewalk, pulling in plenty of awe-filled stares from the nearby civilians. It wasn’t everyday they watched a 6’3” woman ride a dog larger than a car through their neighborhood, after all. Noxa turned around, pressing her back against the puppy’s own; she stretched out her limbs just as a breeze rolled over the two of them. Fur, scarlet mane, and billowing black robes all were sent into a gentle tango with the gust.
Noxa’s eyes focused on the cloudy skies above, which acted as a sort of light ‘breaker’, keeping the city shrouded in a dim, soft light. Despite it being near noon one could very well assume it was just a winter morning’s 6 am.
Noxa reached lower around Mr. Floofs, giving his side a length scratch as her voice trailed out.
“Keep walking, Schnitzel; we’re almost there.”
“ARF!” Came the pupper’s response, which was swiftly telepathically translated for Noxa.
‘Why am I walking around here again? This place is booooring!’
“Because,” She resumed, speaking to the dog, “We need to find a place to make a shop… And maybe a house too.”
In reality Noxa’s financial situation was perfectly adequate, however, she found herself needing to do more in her spare time; between simply mooching off of ‘Dirty Deeds Done So Sweet’ and working as a part-time bodyguard for a rich catman she needed some busywork. Besides, running her own business would likely give her more than enough of a way to meet new people — something the redheaded vixen desperately needed.
Ever since her evolution, the virago had yearned for companionship; that was one of the most prominent change in her physiology — or at least the one she had been most keen to notice thus far.
‘Why do I have to be here? If you’re just looking for buildings you don’t neeed meee!’ Whined the 888 lbs fluffball.
“Because doing this myself would be boring. Besides, I’m already paying you dinner and lunch — don’t argue with me; I’m the boss now.”
“Arrrrrooooo!” Lamented the demon dog, who sorrowfully howled into the city streets. This response wasn’t translated; Noxa figured it was simply an expression of his disdain for having to work for meat.
“Yeah, yeah; I know, I know. Keep an eye out! And, please, don’t chase any more mailmen; I don’t want to have to pay for any more bikes.”
The only response the termagant received was a snort from the pupper, whose ears soon fell flat against his fuzzy head; his face soon garnishing a sullen expression akin to a pout.
Shemha
Power Level 127,185 ; Resonance : 1,399,035 ; 1,526,220
Heavy Weights: ACTIVE! 349,758 ; 381,555
T4 SHOP: ACTIVE!
Over the course of the last few weeks, Noxa had found herself spending an increasing amount of time at South Capitol instead of Satan City. Traveling wasn’t really a big issue for her; when you are able to fly at supersonic speeds you are essentially your own private transport. Still, the fact this used to be her homebase — her nesting zone — something she had literally fought over twice. Now this was more of a hangout spot for the woman; between Celmaru’s home and a few choice hotels, her sleeping arrangements had changed drastically. The redhead couldn’t help but shake the feeling that her ‘Resonance’ evolution had something to do with this. After all, ever since her teacher pushed her into a new stage of being she couldn’t help but feel as though everything was different somehow — that her perspective on the world had been widened.
On this overcast day, Noxa found herself wobbling though Satan City once more, looking for any shops or buildings that seemed to be rentable. Her eyes’ piercing auriferous gaze took a break from the concrete jungle’s horizon and lulled itself lower to what was between her legs. Her fingers ran through the soft, fluffy white fur of her not-so-little canine partner in crime.
Hideaki — or as Noxa came to call him, ‘Mr. Floofs’, or ‘Schnitzel’ — trotted through the sidewalk, pulling in plenty of awe-filled stares from the nearby civilians. It wasn’t everyday they watched a 6’3” woman ride a dog larger than a car through their neighborhood, after all. Noxa turned around, pressing her back against the puppy’s own; she stretched out her limbs just as a breeze rolled over the two of them. Fur, scarlet mane, and billowing black robes all were sent into a gentle tango with the gust.
Noxa’s eyes focused on the cloudy skies above, which acted as a sort of light ‘breaker’, keeping the city shrouded in a dim, soft light. Despite it being near noon one could very well assume it was just a winter morning’s 6 am.
Noxa reached lower around Mr. Floofs, giving his side a length scratch as her voice trailed out.
“Keep walking, Schnitzel; we’re almost there.”
“ARF!” Came the pupper’s response, which was swiftly telepathically translated for Noxa.
‘Why am I walking around here again? This place is booooring!’
“Because,” She resumed, speaking to the dog, “We need to find a place to make a shop… And maybe a house too.”
In reality Noxa’s financial situation was perfectly adequate, however, she found herself needing to do more in her spare time; between simply mooching off of ‘Dirty Deeds Done So Sweet’ and working as a part-time bodyguard for a rich catman she needed some busywork. Besides, running her own business would likely give her more than enough of a way to meet new people — something the redheaded vixen desperately needed.
Ever since her evolution, the virago had yearned for companionship; that was one of the most prominent change in her physiology — or at least the one she had been most keen to notice thus far.
‘Why do I have to be here? If you’re just looking for buildings you don’t neeed meee!’ Whined the 888 lbs fluffball.
“Because doing this myself would be boring. Besides, I’m already paying you dinner and lunch — don’t argue with me; I’m the boss now.”
“Arrrrrooooo!” Lamented the demon dog, who sorrowfully howled into the city streets. This response wasn’t translated; Noxa figured it was simply an expression of his disdain for having to work for meat.
“Yeah, yeah; I know, I know. Keep an eye out! And, please, don’t chase any more mailmen; I don’t want to have to pay for any more bikes.”
The only response the termagant received was a snort from the pupper, whose ears soon fell flat against his fuzzy head; his face soon garnishing a sullen expression akin to a pout.
Shemha