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Post by Aiami Lin on Nov 10, 2016 18:05:54 GMT
The north was a lot of things. Pretty, picturesque, quiet. But it was not warm. A fact Aiami was lamenting as she sped through the air. Coming from the Southern Islands, the human found the transition a little too jarring for her tastes. Sure, she could warm herself just fine using her ki, but even still, the land just looked cold. Not to mention, the last time she wandered in this part of the world she had nearly died.
Which is why she was heading back, actually. In her hurry to leave, to get as far away from the memories as possible, she left rather hastily. She hadn’t given much of a proper goodbye to a friend she met while helping evacuate people from North City; a town sheriff named Arlic. Or, as she knew him, Val. He was a Saiyan, but a good one. Quietly, she was concerned she had to add a ‘but’ after calling him a Saiyan, but that was a thought for another time.
She had a rough idea for where Lucia was, and it wasn’t long before the settlement came into view. Distantly, Aiami remembered that Val had said they did logging and mining there. Given how prominent mountains and trees were in the north, that seemed to make sense. She blasted to a stop over the town before floating down gently and finding the closest resident. From then on it was a simple matter to get directions to the Sheriff’s building.
Another short flight, and the young martial artist landed softly in front of her destination. It was nearing evening at the time, but the sun still hadn’t touched the horizon, which cast long shadows everywhere. A smile graced her lips. It would be good to see the sheriff again. She adjusted the pack on her back and the weights she wore before heading up to the front door and knocking.
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Post by Arlic Valliere on Nov 13, 2016 5:12:49 GMT
The door was answered by a blonde haired youth with a deputy badge on his chest. His power level was barely a thousand, but he had the sort of look that indicated he wasn't much for fighting anyway. Not like the towering veteran who was behind the main desk. The Sheriff's office was a simple two story affair; the main entryway nothing but a large desk for him, and a smaller one for the deputy. Some filing cabinets, and a cell in the corner. Stairs led up to where Val lived. He was one to take work home with him.
Currently, he was looking at a stack of paperwork as if willing it to vanish in the laser beam of his displeasure at it. "Sheriff, you got a guest." The Deputy called, and the grizzled fighter glanced up. A grin of genuine pleasure crossing his scarred face. "Aiami! What in baby Buu's name got you to come visit us so far North! You're barely dressed!" He rose like a bear unfolding itself from a cave, swinging the little (by comparison, everyone was little compared to Val) up in a hug. Until ribs creaked and he let her back down to earth.
"Welcome to Lucia!" She'd feel his own weights on as well, obviously he never toke a chance to skip out on his training. The large dome of a gravity chamber had been visible when she flew in. The Sheriff was making visible efforts to get to his next level of power.
"Come on, dump yer bags 'n get yerself some vittles. Lost weight, gonna have to bulk you up lass!"
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Post by Aiami Lin on Nov 14, 2016 14:56:29 GMT
The young man who answered the door certainly wasn’t the Saiyan she was looking for. Aiami noted the badge, but it didn’t make much of a difference to her. The town she grew up in didn’t have much of a single authority, much less a sheriff. She couldn’t tell a deputy from a sheriff, and it almost showed, as she was about to ask where Arlic was, before the deputy spoke first.
Sure enough, she recognized the man the moment he stood. The young martial artist couldn’t forget just how tall the the Saiyan was, nor his demeanor. Something about the accent and the exclamations made a smile immediately grace her face. Aiami reached out to return the hug and found herself at a severe disadvantage, making a brief noise of discomfort before being set down. She let out a huff of air before cracking a grin and laughing. “The cold only bothers me when I think about it. I realized I never got the chance to really see where you lived! Thought it was about time to check in, anyways.”
Shifting her shoulders, Aiami shrugged the pack off and set it down by the door. She took the opportunity to look herself over as she did at hearing his words. She was never plump by any means, but when she first left her home over a year ago, there was at least a small layer of soft flesh over her body that did well to balance out the hard, toned muscles beneath. Indeed, she had lost most of it, looking wiry and lean now. “I travel light, and there’s barely any space in my pack for anything other than simple rations.” She explained.
With a nod, she beamed up at him. “Food sounds good, though! I haven’t had a real meal in… well, a few weeks, at least! I’m looking forward to it.”
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Post by Arlic Valliere on Nov 17, 2016 1:58:22 GMT
"Skin and bones lass. Gonna put some muscle on ya. Those androids ain't playin' no games with us kid. Got 'emselves a gang or somethin' on that regards. Ezzy, mind the shop." He called out as he headed up the stairs with his returned comrade. His home was a simple, sturdy affair. A mix match of items and objects that had gotten the Sheriff's interest lining the walls and shelves. And old, very old, model SSE Armor, broken and cracked on a stand in the corner of the living room.
"Sit." The old veteran grunted, rifling through the fridge and cabinets before dumping food on the countertop; starting to cook. Hanging his duster, scarf, and sash on a chair as he got to work. Rolling his cybernetic arm to let a knuckle mounted blade eject out, slicing strips off a chunk of beef and laying it out on the board. Rolling the slices in a dusting of crushed spices. "Don't stress 'em though. Buncha pansies. Can't stand bio-androids meself, might make me racist but I ain't fond of people tryin' to eat me y'dig?"
He set the spiced meat aside, and got to work chopping potatoes for the pot of water that was starting to boil on the stove. Obviously the Sheriff cooked for himself plenty, and making simple, filling food was his usual skill in the kitchen.
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Post by Aiami Lin on Nov 18, 2016 14:11:41 GMT
The young woman followed the sheriff, giving his deputy a polite nod as she passed him and went up the stairs. “I’m stronger than I look. Though I suspect the it’s the same for you. What’s this about a gang? Is that android we ran into still giving you trouble? Breech?” Aiami wasn’t going to forget that name for a long time coming. It was her first real fight, and it was still fresh in her mind. She took a look around the room, eyes settling on the armor for a time before doing as the saiyan said and took a seat.
The clatter of work in a kitchen was a familiar sound, but not one she had heard since her last visit home. It brought a smile to the martial artist’s face, and she relaxed a little as she watched Val cook. “Trust me, I know the feeling. You don’t have to remind me about that day. The things that creature said to me…” She tensed and shuddered, unconsciously bringing a hand to her stomach. Aiami had nightmares that ended with Contagion’s barb skewering her right through the middle.
“But at the same time, I’ve met other bio-androids in my travels. Two, at the same time, in fact. I let my fear of that monster we fought blind me to the idea that there were bio-androids who didn’t want to… well, eat people.” Another shiver. That was perhaps the most unsettling thing, the fact that she was food to something like Contagion. “I learned a lot from them. For instance.” She focused for a moment, before broadcasting her words via telepathy. ”As well, I learned I had to conquer that fear… The bio-android I met was actually designed to heal people. And there was another, some kind of living tree? I’m not sure of his ‘purpose,’ but he seemed friendly.”
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Post by Arlic Valliere on Nov 19, 2016 20:50:56 GMT
If the old Saiyan was startled, he didn't show it. Letting a wry smile out the corner of his scarred lips as he resumed his work. "Saw 'em a few weeks ago. Yer strong enough to handle most of 'em." He tore a loaf of bread up, setting it on the table next to the pot of boiling stew. Thick with chunks of meat, potatoes, and a few other vegetables. The grizzled fighter loaded a bowl up and slipped it down infront of his small friend; before getting himself settled. True to his species name, Val downed two bowls, a loaf of bread, and half another before being able to find the time to talk.
Mopping some stew up with the crust of the warm bread, he chewed diligently before resuming.
"People come and go lass, I'm just here to do my thing; get some training it. Friend said I was just about to Super Saiyan; but I'd rather not get so pissed off I turn blonde." He laughed.
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Post by Aiami Lin on Nov 23, 2016 7:57:03 GMT
“I am? Well… I hope you’re right.” Aiami had her doubts. Mostly about her capability. Still, the only life or death situation she found herself in was the battle in North City. She was a competent fighter, she knew that much herself, but was that really enough? She stirred on the question until the bowl was placed in front of her.
The stew was warm and smelled delicious. A real, simple, home-cooked meal. It made Aiami’s heart melt just looking at it. She wasn’t particularly hungry, but she ate heartily regardless, spooning up plenty of the chunky stew with each bite. Though, not eating quite as fast, nor quite as much, as her friend, she finished around the same time. She tore off a chunk of bread and chewed thoughtfully, mirroring the sheriff and using some of the bread to get whatever’s left of the stew’s broth as she spoke.
“I keep hearing that term. What is a Super Saiyan, exactly? My new teacher spoke of it briefly, and I met some other people who mentioned it, as well. It’s some kind of transformation, is that right?”
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Post by Arlic Valliere on Dec 29, 2016 19:50:42 GMT
"Ain't no secret nomore lass." Val grunted, grabbing both the bowls and dumping them in the sink. Furry extra appendage swaying as it helped him do the cleaning, holding a brush and scrubbing away. "See, us Saiyans got plenty of transformations. Full moon we turn into big ol' apes. Usually keep myself inside, I can control it but it gets a bit old after awhile. Super Saiyan is our first real transformation though. Triggered by anger, makes our hair blonde and spikey." He tapped his forehead to indicate his own jet black hair.
"Can't rightly to it myself. Never been in a situation where I 'ad to. Be nice I suppose." He thought outloud in a wistful tone. "But I'm probably the Saiyan that fights the least. Ain't much besides that Android group runnin' 'bout, and they ain't up to much anyway."
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Post by Aiami Lin on Jan 12, 2017 13:07:28 GMT
"Giant apes? Yellow hair?" Aiami looked bewildered, turning a confused gaze to the sheriff. "Forgive me for saying so, but you Saiyans are a little strange. At least by Earthling standards. At least, as far as I know I've never heard of an Earthling doing anything like that." She felt bad that Arlic was doing the washing up, but she noted there was little left for her to help with. Normally she would consider taking care of the leftovers, but those seemed a foreign concept to Saiyans.
"You still keep your skills sharp, right? It would be a shame to let all of that potential go to waste. Even if I can't picture you as a blonde." She grinned, standing. "You mentioned something about training? I've been learning much from my teacher, but I haven't had a real spar in ages."
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