Snack Break [Hazerru, Sallot/Invite]

[PL: 2,200 ]
Sallot had been wandering aimlessly for a while now, just drifting from place to place until his feet finally took him to the famous Satan City. He remembered passing by it during that invasion but he had not stuck long just simply flying by it. But as he made his way in it and walked on the sidewalk alongside the busy street it seemed either it wasn’t as affected or it had recovered remarkably fast after the cease fire. That thought still made his blood boil but the control he had on his emotions currently was enough to suppress it until only a mild frown marred his face.

Of course while he had the traditional Saiyan look people only gave him short glances. It was mostly because of his weird attire and the swords hanging from his hip but thanks to having wrapped his tail directly against his skin, basically hiding it under his high collared shirt, people just assumed he was one of those powered up individual that protected the city. That and the scowl on his face quickly made people look away. Having enough knowledge on the city the young Saiayn finally reached his current destination, Satan Mall.

Honestly so far Sallot was finding the city overcrowded and too noisy for his tastes, having spent the previous few years in the quiet countryside but returning there was not option anymore so he would have to endure the noise for now. The way his thoughts drifted made the scowl adoring his face turn even more sour making people step away from him as he walked into the giant complex. There were a lot of shops but none of them interested the warrior and instead he headed straight for a small café his eyes had spotted that was still open.

Sallot made for somewhat a surreal sight as he walked towards the counter with the purple rope securing both the sword hanging on it and the blue cloth, that was over his pants and covered him from his stomached to his knees. Not minding the looks, the Saiyan eyed the menu and after deciding on what he wanted to buy he turned towards the somewhat fidgety cashier and ordered “I want a tomato sandwich and some tea. Please.” getting and affirmative nod he paid for his meal and after receiving it Sallot turned around to search for a free spot. Sadly, the place was packed and the only place free was an already taken table with two more open chairs.

Grunting in displeasure he made his way to the table, shortly stopping to observe the person sited at it. The first thing his eyes noticed was the fact that the male was obviously a fighter and the second thing was that he was also a Saiyan made obvious again by the tail. Sallot was really not feeling like dealing with any of his race right now but with no other free spots he would have to. Grabbing one of the open chair and pulling it back he addressed the other Sayian “Is this spot free.”

The Albino Saiyan couldn't help but smile as he sat down, his plate of muffins in front of him and his cup of hot tea off to the side. There had been many positive reviews about this place and it's food, and he couldn't wait to try some of it! His stomach growled in anticipation as he reached out and took one of the freshly-baked goods and raised it towards his mouth, which was watering in delight. He sniffed the muffin first, letting his enhanced Saiyan nose take in the beautiful smell that was freshly baked muffin, before raising it towards his mouth.

Just as he was about to chow down on his delicious snack, his Ki sense detected a higher-than-average power-level enter the store. His hand froze as his eyes flicked around to see this stranger. He looked only a bit younger than himself, judging by his height and his complexion. The newcomer was dressed in some kind of strange attire, with a sword in it's sheathe hanging from his sheathe. He seemed to be an ordinary human that was simply stronger than the average, perhaps a local hero of some sort? It would not surprise him, after all. He had read about the various little groups of heroes that had defended the Earth during the Saiyan invasion, and for a planet filled with people who seemed so weak, they had some pretty strong fighters.

He decided to place the muffin down and take a sip of his tea as he continued to watch the man from out he corner of his eye, acting as if he wasn't looking at him at all. The newcomer walked up to the front counter and ordered... a Tomato sandwich and a cup of tea? There was literally tons of better tasting food he could of picked, and he chose to get a BLOODY TOMATO SANDWICH?!

He breathed in and out heavily in order to control his anger. Why would someone go out to buy a Tomato sandwich when you could easily make it at home by slapping a tomato between two slices of bread? He waited for a moment as the cashier went off to get his meal as the Saiyan continued to watch. When the lady serving the counter came back and gave the youth his meal, his eyes widened a fraction as he then began to walk straight towards himself. He continued to watch over the rim of his teacup as he walked to the opposite side of his table, pulled out a chair and asked if he could sit there.

Daika lowered his cup for a moment, thinking if he should send him away or not. He quickly glanced around the store and saw that his table was the only one that actually had free seats. Perhaps, instead of wanting a fight this guy just wanted to eat his... Tomato sandwich? It was a possibility, however the Saiyan decided to let him sit there. It might lead to something interesting happening, after all.

"Go ahead." He grunted, lowering his teacup so he could once again pick up his muffin. Once more, his body yearned in anticipation for the delicious foodstuff that was in front of him. But as he was just about to put the cup down ANOTHER high power level entered the store, causing the Saiyan to bring his cup back up to his face to observe this higher power level. It was just over ten... thousand?! That was close to his own weighted power, what if he was wearing weights just like he was to conceal his strength in order to get the drop on him?

Just like the first newcomer, he observed this new threat from over the rim of his teacup, glancing at him regularly from the corner of his eye to make sure he wasn't just going to turn around and attack him then and there. The weirdest thing about this second newcomer, was that he looked completely normal.

No tail poking out from his pants, no swords hanging from his sides, no battle armor, no scouter... NO NOTHING! Just a completely average looking guy with a power level of over ten thousand! I thought that Humans couldn't possibly get stronger than even an average low-class Saiyan warrior, yet here is living proof that they can fight on-par with the average elite! He continued to watch the seemingly-average guy, completely oblivious to the other man who had sat down earlier. As he approached the counter, the Albino warrior watched him order chocolate chip cookies and... a caramel latte? What the devil was a caramel latte? So many things he would have to taste sooner or later.

He picked up his food and once again, started walking towards the Saiyan's table. Now there were going to be two high powers sitting right next to him. Was this some kind of trap? What if the smaller power-level was the apprentice on the larger one, and they were tracking him down and herding him into a corner so they could easily defeat him? It was highly possible, he had heard of masked human vigilantes attacking Saiyans that had settled down on Earth in revenge attacks, however these two didn't seem like the "killy killy" type.

Instead of asking if he could sit with them, he pulled out the chair and sat down, his only interaction with him and the other guy being a simple greeting. He continued to flick his eyes back and forth between the pair as he hid his face behind his teacup, drinking much of the hot liquid as he waited for something to happen.

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No worries Hazerru. We chose to wait for you, after all.
DUE TO INACTIVITY, SALLOT HAS BEEN SKIPPED. If you want to rejoin this thread, let us know and we'll work something out.
Kori has been invited to the thread due to Sallot's absence, and his character suddenly had to leave the cafe for reasons unknown, or is simply ignoring everyone while he eats.

After getting an affirmative answer Sallot calmly sat down and began eating his sandwich. He was not blind though and was quite aware of the suspicious glances the white haired Saiyan on the other side of the table kept throwing him but the young warrior simply didn’t care. He had simply come to get something to eat and drink before moving on in his travels. So unconcerned he continued to dug in into the tasteless sandwich, not out of any necessity but wounded pride and also as a tool of penance. She had loved tomatoes so in return he would eat them regardless how they tasted even fouler then before and made him almost gag, after he had decided to side with Saiyan empire.

Sallot continued to eat in silence and sip at his tea even as another presence joined the table. He eyed the new arrival from the corner of his eye and it turned out to be a familiar one, it was the glasses wearing human he had encountered in that annoying desert. Yet despite that he didn’t react outwardly to the revelation as he simply did not care what the nerd, as he was called by almost everyone there, was doing here. It didn’t take long before Sallot finished his sandwich and drank the last of his tea, done with his snack he simply rose from his seat moving away from the table and out of the café. Looking in the bustling city with distaste the Saiyan warrior simply turned and started walking towards the nearest exit, once more resuming his wandering of Earth, heart as heavy with indecision as it been since the beginning of this journey.

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[Exiting Thread]
Requesting Pl (You bet I am after this,no matter how small the amount)
(ooc note:So we can wait for Haze for 4 days to finish his threads but I am gone for the weekend and suddenly am skipped and replaced,Kinda rude don't you think)

Moments passed by without anyone doing anything suspicious as the Saiyan continued to watch on. However, the Saiyan remained wary. Perhaps they were trying to lure him into a false sense of security before attacking? Whatever the case, they will find that this Warrior was fully prepared to deal with such a threat.

More time passed, and still no hostile movements were made. In fact, not a single one of them did anything except eat and drink. More and more, it was looking like these newcomers were simply just fighters, much like himself who decided to eat at the cafe. The Saiyan relaxed a bit with these thoughts, putting his teacup back down on the table before eyeing his muffins again. He had been interrupted twice now when he tried to eat one of the muffins, and he hoped that now was the time he would finally get to eat one.

But yet again, his thoughts on eating his delicious meal were once again interrupted by the newcomer with the TOMATO SANDWICH, who just got up and left after finishing said sandwich without saying a single word to anyone. Seeing that the other man did not leave with him also lent support to his theory that they were just here for lunch, as if they were here together they should have left together, after all. The other man started to say something about Saiyans just as the first man left. That guy was another Saiyan? Huh, interesting. That was then the Albino realized that the human was actually making a joke about Saiyans, while he was sitting right next to him. Hah! Not many people had the balls to do that, and as if on cue, the guy started stuttering an apology. The Saiyan could only snort in amusement at this unexpected turn of events. "Heh, don't worry. It's actually rather interesting to find a human who actually has the balls to talk shit about Saiyans while sitting right next to one. Although with your strength, I can see why you would."

Things got a bit quiet once again, and now the Saiyan thought was the time he would finally eat one of those damn muffins. He could see it calling to him, begging to be eaten as his mouth watered in hunger. He lifted his arm towards his plate, his fingers poised perfectly to snag the muffin when suddenly, a very small hand shot out from under their table and swiped HIS MUFFIN!

With a shout, the Saiyan quickly jumped to his feet and dropped down to the floor, intent on catching whoever stole his muffin. Who would dare to steal food from a Saiyan, of all things? He shoved his arm under the tablecloth, using his hand to feel around under the table until he felt the distinct shape of an arm.

"Gotcha."

As he latched onto the girls arm, he would then attempt to pull her out from under the table and hoist her into the air, in order to find out the identity of this brave, but foolish muffin thief.

Both of them seemed pretty surprised at the incredibly fearless kid in their midst, but Kori didn't even truly realize it. She was actually starting to look a bit bored by being hoisted into the air before she was sat down by the Saiyan. At least the white-haired man was courteous enough to actually reply to her greeting! Meanwhile, the other guy - possibly a human - wasn't as friendly, he had not even given her the platter with the muffins. That annoyed her slightly, but she was too hungry to attempt a murder right now, especially on those stronger than her. She'd need some strong poison to knock the guy into a sleep first to begin with, and she wasn't carrying any on her.

Instead, she simply stepped closer to him while the Saiyan quickly dashed off for a moment, tilting her head slightly. She was still smiling, but her red eyes seemed unnaturally cold, as if she were inspecting a piece of meat at a butcher instead of talking to an actual person. "Hey~ I'm not lost, I'm Kori. So Nethil always tells me to be courteous and nice, so... What's your name?" That incredibly wide but creepy smile didn't leave Kori as her stomach growled a bit again. She quickly snatched another muffin from the Saiyan's plate and began eating it, as he arrived at the table again a second later. When she was addressed by him, the small girl turned her head, still slightly tilted to the side, around to him - nibbling on the second muffin she had taken while holding it with both of her small hands. Quickly she annihilated the second innocent item of food before giving the tall guy a grin. He smelled of monkey, but had quite hair and was nice enough.

"I do~"

With a giggle, Kori climbed onto one of the free chairs at the table, grabbing one muffin from the giant platter with each hand and starting to chow down with reckless abandon. It had been a while since she just got to eat however much she wanted! She even ignored Nethil's voice in her head that was telling her to possibly try to hide a sharp object in a muffin for the Saiyan to find. Maybe she COULD pull that off, but it involved stopping her incredibly quick eating spree. In fact, the Kagami girl went through half of the assorted muffins before even slowing down a bit and giving a very content sigh as she leaned back.

"You're nice, big guy." Now that she wasn't hungry enough anymore to consider going back to cooking Saiyan Soup, she finally gave her savior some actual attention, though not with interrupting herself to keep eating yet another muffin at a slower pace. "Hmm... You've got a tail, but your hair's all white. And your eyes are red." Tilting her head in slight confusion, she thought back to Mimikku. She had said something about halfbreeds, right? Yeah, that made sense. "So, you half-Kagami? Or just fell into a bucket of bleach?"

Once the Saiyan had placed the platter down on the table, he went back to his chair and sat down once more, and watched as Kori devoured more of the muffins. He actually felt rather happy that people weren't running away in fear because a big Saiyan had come to help them out. It was a nice change from the norm. He watched amused as the little girl ravaged her way through over half the platter before her appetite was finally sated. As she leaned back, she began to bombard the Saiyan with various questions regarding his hair, eyes and heritage, asking if he was actually half Kagami due to his white hair and red eyes.

He chuckled a little at her comment about falling into a bucket of bleach. "Well, that's not quite how things happened, although I can see why you would come to such a conclusion. In truth, I am not half Kagami, and quite frankly, I don't think I would like to be. All the Kagami I have ever met seem to be extremely agitated for some odd reason, even when I try to be nice to them! It's like just seeing someone with a tail just triggers some kind of reaction in their brains." He paused, picking up his teacup and taking a sip. "No, in truth I am indeed a full-blooded Saiyan. My hair and eyes are only this color because I have something called 'albinism', which is an extremely rare trait among us Saiyans, even rarer than it is among humans from what I have read."

He was about to continue on before he heard Hazerru's snarky comment, witch made him snort in amusement. "I'm afraid I'm the only Saiyan with white hair that you may ever meet, hell, I have never seen any other albino Saiyans myself. Sure, everyone makes fun of you because you look different, and all of that crap. but it isn't without its perks. For instance, when I was hanging out in the snowy mountains anyone I met used to call me the 'abominable snowmonkey', although I think such a title would fit better in my Oozaru form."

Taking another sip of his delicious tea, he pointed back towards the human. "Your lucky I'm a decent sorta guy anyway, if you said stuff like that to any other Saiyan I reckon you wouldn't last a minute without them trying to cave your face in, although they would have a hard time doing that to you. From what I can sense, your power is on-par with elite Saiyan warriors. A pretty decent achievement, if you don't mind me saying." He stopped talking for a moment, allowing a dangerous glint to appear in his eye. "Wouldn't do much to stop me if I really wanted to hurt you, though."

The air around the table remained tense for a moment, before the Saiyan then unexpectedly burst out laughing. "HAH! I bet you thought I was going to do something bad for a second there, yeah? I already told you I'm not that kind of guy." Once more, he took a sip of his tea, most likely making the rest of the table question just how much tea was left in the Saiyan's teacup as he calmed himself down.

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I reckon we should start wrapping this up soon
Kori