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Post by Deleted on Nov 30, 2016 0:46:39 GMT
T Rucker My Bones It felt as though it was eons ago that Noxa was out there — in the field. Toiling away with allies and going toe to toe with her foes. Or, rather, that was how she chose to interpret her actions — heroicism. Although she never really tried to look at things from another perspective.
A lot of action and little thought.To Noxa it had always been a matter of enjoying what she was doing — have fun, and not get killed. She was, after all, instinct-driven first, and a hedonist second.
The virago couldn’t remember the last time she so much as lifted a finger on the battlefield — or even used ki, for a matter of fact. For weeks now, the chitin-clad amazon had been holed up in an apartment, overlooking her shop and binge watching television; indulging in her new addictions. Unsurprisingly enough, this helped her learn a lot about herself, as well as the world, humans and their culture — things that she now, ever since her ascension, had the mental capacity to understand.
In that light, despite the lazy, sedentary lifestyle she had been leading recently, Noxa had definitely been on a wild ride — one of emotion and self discovery. Tonight, the red headed bombshell lazily dragged her blue police box slippers across a shopping center. Her hair was a rat’s nest — a rat’s nest that moved and writhed against itself, occasionally reaching into the shelves to snatch items and add to her shopping basket. This was well mirrored in the rest of her attire. Baggy grey sweat pants with strange brown and yellow spots that smelled of mustard and other condiments; very loose hoodie with circular classes placed over her chest and a lightning bolt shape above the left lens.
By her side was a massive wall of white fur — Mr. Floofs, who carried in his teeth a large bag of dog food. Not a word was spoken between the two of them.
Few were as of late.
He, too, had found his own passions as of late. Passions that didn’t involve harassing mailmen or chasing down kids on bikes. Passions that had more to do with squeaky chew toys and being massaged by Noxa’s mindless tendrils. The moving pictures that his partner had been so fixated on were, to Mr. Floofs, also rather entertaining. Unlike Noxa, however, the demonic canine wasn’t immune to the effects of his new-found lifestyle; Mr. Floofs was very conscious of the fact he had gained more than just a few points. After all, pizza, dog food, and Chinese takeout being delivered every day and night had to be burned off somehow, and Noxa seemed to have taken a hiatus from moving.
Except for today. Today she needed to buy more shows to watch, snacks to eat, and things to guzzle down. So far she had collected a few box sets: Doctor Boo, Overtlynatural, Parry Hotter. Stellar Conflicts, An Office… Plenty of very melodramatic shows, which went well with the strange message board / blog site she had been frequently checking into as of late; Mr. Floofs could remember its name being along the lines of ‘Rumblr’ or something along those lines.He recognized it had been a bad influence on Noxa — going as far as getting the woman to dye her hair blue one day, despite the fact that she possessed the ability to shapeshift herself.
More goods were added into her basket as the sleepy woman’s free hand rose, sleepily rubbing away the sand-like substance off the corner of her eyes. She hadn’t just woken up, but self-image had been thrown out the window for quite some time now. A red tendril, however, gripped at a box of cereal which pulled it closer. The name “T. Rucker’s”, was stapled in big, red bold letters at the top, followed by the slogan, “The Most Patriotic Brand” in black text nestled beneath that. Aside from that, the box was blank. No nutritional information, bar codes, or anything.
There was a slow nod, and Noxa moved that over to the basket to continue her shopping. Mr. Floofs took note of that and considered removing that when she wasn’t looking — such a bland box of human feed couldn’t have been good for her… Not that she was human.
This entire scene was a bit familiar to Noxa, though she couldn’t put quite put her finger in it. Then again, she wasn’t trying very hard to do that; she was definitely running on very little brain power. The dull elevator music that played overhead, along with the buzzing of the numbing fluorescent tubes not helping in the slightest.
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Post by Collan Vixen on Nov 30, 2016 1:14:30 GMT
Thread PL: 19,593 | HWs equipped, reducing PL to: 4,899
This was the only moment he'd get...slowly reaching for a box of Wir nehmen Ihr Geld. "Come on...come on..." Grabbing it and quickly putting it in the cart he sighed. He finally did something normal without anything bad happening. Beginning to walk off with his groceries, a smile went across his face. Perhaps everything would go right this time.
But then something caught his eye, something new as well as something he hadn't seen in a while. It was the red head he met while shopping some time ago, as well as a dog. Starting to walk over and greet them, Collan smiled, until he saw that she was definitely...different...than last time he saw her.
"Oh geeze you look uh...great! You look great!" The hero in training said, he was about to comment on how horrible she looked. But with the little he remembered of her, she would possibly kill him if he insulted her. It didn't help though that she smelled horrible, his face scrunching a little just from being near her. But he would just have to try and get over it.
"I see you've made a new friend." Collan commented, looking at the dog when he did. "But, that's besides the point, I hope things have just been going well for you. No taxmen are going to come busting through the building like last time right?" He chuckled a little at what he said, trying to add a little humor to the conversation.
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Post by Levlidian on Nov 30, 2016 18:46:02 GMT
[Thread PL: 103,000 FSSJ Form: 618,000]
"Come on Charlie calm down, momma's here," the over weight mother sought to ease her irritating little brat, Levlidian had seen the entire thing, she'd denied the whinging moron a box of candy and in response; Charlie threw a tantrum. Now these two idiot humans obscured Levlidian's path and his brow twitched; with a steady rise then fall of the beasts chest, it was obvious he fought to remain calm. This was supposed to have been a docile visit in order to acquire some meat, yet here he was stuck in a developing horde waiting for his decrepit show of parenting. reaching out, settling a finger to the boys Pram he then subtly pushed it aside and a scream echoed about the establishment as both Mother and Son would soar from their respective positions and out of the door into the street; through the window. A short sigh followed, the dark haired Saiyan peeled open an eye to watch his master piece unfold.
The crowd behind Lev' watche don in silent terror but having not quite seen the act the young Saiyan drew to the table, they soon dispersed to seek aid for the soaring pair of annoyances. "Humans," he scoffed and pocketed his hands within the usual dark Gi he always wore, tears and faded aspects of fabric decorated him as though he'd not changed in quite some time. In honesty this was the only Gi he owned, yes he would clean it from time to time but was there really any other need for any other clothes? Above his head, the UV tubes hummed in unison, the false stone floor echoed beneath each boot he settled before himself during the traverse of the entire establishment. Packaged meat, packaged meat, "Bah," he felt scorned by this processed crap and enticed himself to about face and leave.
That, was until he spied Collan, levlidian's brow rocketed to the tip of his complexion as curiosity swallowed him leading on to his following of the boy. Rounding the corner, there lay his target with an odd woman stood with him. she clearly wasn't human and then again she clearly wasn't having a good day; the tatty appearance followed by the sight of her slowly filling out pet drew a broad, mocking grin out of the Saiyan. Oh now he recognised her, a strange twist of fate to find the first two fighters he'd met as he arrived on Earth. Granted he was a far darker soul back then and in honesty he'd been amused how they'd conducted each other.
"Noxa, Collan," he called out tempting his boots to lead him before the pair and stand as his usual arrogance personified posture, chest drawn out, shoulders folded back and a grin he knew most would thoroughly enjoy removing from his face via violence. "It's been a while, by the Kami you've seen better days. Everything alright?"
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Post by Deleted on Dec 2, 2016 13:43:52 GMT
Once the cereal had been placed on the basket, Noxa placed the basket on the floor. The woman found herself turning completely to the shelves as she inspected the processed goods. Her lazy, tired, gaze was evident from her half-drawn eyelids, as well as from her overly relaxed brow. Said gaze ran itself up and down the rows of product; the woman could’ve sworn she had seen chewy chocolate chip somewhere here… But she wasn’t currently willing to walk up and down the aisle to check further; too much work. Instead, the woman’s hands clasped together, her arms reaching up to the ceiling as a long yawn took grip of the woman, her hair twisting and braiding around itself and stretching outward as well.
Mr. Floofs, by her side, wasn’t immune to the infectious yawn. He opened his mouth, only to let the heavy sack of dog food plop down onto the ground. Once that had been over he lowered his head to retrieve it, only to notice someone approaching the two of them.
It was only when his newcomer had begun to spoke that Noxa’s body relaxed from its yawning and stretching, her head turning as she addressed whomever it was. The emanating ki from the figure she set her eyes on told her it was a hybrid. The white hair, blue eyes, and button nose went the extra mile, helping her identify it as someone whose names she should very well know, but couldn’t bring herself to speak.
“Heeey… You… ” The woman greeted, half-forcing a weak smile on her lips. The bio android, though now holding a better understanding of social behavior wasn’t proficient enough to be able to pick out Collan’s white lie about her appearance. His scrunching face, however, promptly made her think that it was a reaction to Mr. Floofs’ scent.
She considered calling the dog out on it, but decided to not argue with him in public; it always made people give them weird looks.
As the boy gave his introductory exchange Noxa didn’t really listen. She was preoccupied racking her mind for this kid’s name; she hated the sensation — it felt… Awkward. It was the word “Taxmen” that snapped her back to the conversation.
A slight frown placed itself on her features. “Oh… Those guys. I tried to change a few things around regarding what name my shop is under. I haven’t heard from them in a long time, and I hope it stays that way."
With Collan having already stimulated her awareness of ki, it wasn’t a stretch for Noxa to sense the approach of another familiar presence; this one shared half of the consistency of Collan’s, but it was a bit more… Pure. Though rusty, Noxa was able to pick out the name of what she felt.
“Saiyan.” she mumbled under her breath, looking over to watch as yet another familiar face, whose name she couldn’t remember approached.
‘Fucking damn it — another one! What’s his naaame?’ Noxa found herself beginning to panic in her mind, only for her whining to be interrupted.
‘Why don’t you ask?’ Mr. Floofs wondered, looking over to his master as they had their silent exchange.
‘I can’t! I’ll look stupid; people in my position always do on TV!’
‘Silly human girl, you shouldn’t take everything you watch in your picture box as a guideline on how to live.’
‘I’m not human! Bite me!’ Noxa retorted, turning her head away from the approaching saiyan and over to her canine companion.
Hideaki’s only response was to growl at her.
Noxa's full body turned to both Collan and the saiyan.
“COLLAN!” Noxa interrupted the saiyan, the word blurting out of her lips almost at the same second that it came from the saiyan man’s mouth. “Yes, that’s your name!” She said, jutting out her finger to the boy through a half-outstretched arm. “Hah, I knew that.” Her face turned to the saiyan, “I was going to say it first… Uhh.. Guy.”
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Post by Collan Vixen on Dec 7, 2016 23:06:42 GMT
The hero in training was a little disappointed when Noxa didn't remember his name, but nothing really upsetting. Though she was at least glad she hopefully remembered when that met after he mentioned Tax Men. She also talked about how they're leaving her alone. "Well I'm glad you're having a good life now."
But then someone else would approach, someone else Collan recognized, but didn't have too many good thoughts about. Lev...he honestly didn't enjoy this man as much as he didn't enjoy Jormungandr when Collan first met her. He obviously wasn't going to break out a fight here and now though.
"Oh, I see you've been doing well too." He said as Noxa finally remembered his name. This did bring joy to the youngest of the group, a smile coming across his face. "Well...seems like the shopping trio is here." Despite not enjoying Lev, this did give Collan a little more muse to the situation.
"Again, let's just hope nothing terrible happens like last time. I don't enjoy being chased down by helicopters. A hero has to keep their image."
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Post by Levlidian on Dec 7, 2016 23:25:12 GMT
Levlidian burst out laughing at Noxa's blustering attempts at remembering names, "The name's Levlidian," he added into the conversation, arising both limbs to collaberate and interlock at the base of his skull whilst his grin didn't waver. He'd forgotten that the pair contrasted perfectly, Noxa's odd befuddlement of various types of energies and Collan's purity. "It's good to see you both in relatively high spirits, though Collan, I never got to congratulate you on winning your match against Marcel. Good going, the guy's almost as strong as I am. Did you finally grow some balls and learn to show a bit of excessive violence towards an opponent? I couldn't see what happened in all that smoke but Marce' flew pretty fast,"
The banter from the other souls wandering the shopping Mart wore on Lev's nerves, it showed via the protruding vein about his temple and he grimaced towards the sound of another screaming child. "At this rate, I'd prefer roter engines to that bloody noisy child," Levlidian fired a dirt glare about his shoulder to no one in particular. As irritable as ever, the young Saiyan exhaled and stretched idly whilst returning hsi obsidian gaze unto the pair. "How on Earth do you two stomach shopping here?" he asked backing the question with an annoyed, Wolven like growl.
"I half feel like self destructing and taking flight, though Hinawa would kick my arse if I hurt any humans based on such mediocre reasoning," another snort followed. "I didn't know heroes worried so much about their image, Collan, some how I don't see you spending hours in front of a mirror or is it just physical actions you mind?" whilst awaiting a response, the beast regarded Noxa's companion with a quirked brow and a mocking grin, "So, got your self a fur ball as well, please tell me it's not just for show; they must know some tricks or perhaps how to beg?"
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Post by Deleted on Dec 9, 2016 14:10:14 GMT
OOC: Sorry for the wait; I know it has been my post for like three freaking days. Thank you all for being patient.
“Trust me, Levlidian,” Noxa said, “It’s not just heroes that worry about their image.”
“ARF!” The pup barked, completely agreeing with the statement.
Noxa turned to Collan, “Oh — you won a match?” she wondered, “Was there some kind of tournament going on?” However, before Noxa was able to receive an answer the little rectangle of metal and glass began to vibrate in her hand, promptly bringing Noxa’s gaze down to it. Despite her tired look, the woman’s fingers were able to flawlessly fly over the screen, answer the text in a matter of moments.
Of course, as she did her texting she didn’t leave Levlidian hanging — Noxa, though fond of offspring, wasn’t exactly enjoying the outcry in the supermarket. After all, she had the 'super acute hearing gene'; a gift from her Namekian heritage.
“Don’t worry.” She assured him, “I don’t ‘stomach’ shopping here.” She noted. A mesh of hair found itself reaching down into her ear and withdrawing a spongy ear plug, which she brandished before inserting itself back. “It helps cut down on the human pollution.”
“Bark!” Came the pup’s yelp, which translated itself as, ‘I think you mean noise pollution.’
“Human pollution —” The bio android tossed a glare down at Mr. Floofs, “I know what I said.”
That glare dissolved into the same tired expression she held when the two arrived at the scene. For a moment, the woman’s fingers stopped flying through the screen. “Well, I come here because I don’t know any other place to buy canned bread in.”
“AWROUF!”
“Yes,” Noxa agreed with her companion, “Those too. Besides...” She reached away from her phone and into the back of her head, hand shuffling about her scarlet mane a keychain found itself withdrawn. Noxa let go of said keychain, before snatching it from the air by a specific plastic card. She brandished the card to Levlidian — it had the established market’s name on it. “I’m a value plus costumer; I get discounters here… Although only on Tuesdays, which is why I’m here. If I were a plus, PLUS customer then I’d get it on the other days too.”
“Oh, and don’t make fun of Mr. Floofs — he is a valued member of my business.”
“Arrff!” He barked, though this time it was Levlidian that would get the telepathic translation, ‘Yeah, you dirty monkey! Can you dance while you master cranks a music box?’ His telepathic voice was full of a taunting venom that didn’t at all reflect the look of innocence of his face; Floofs remained sitting, tongue hanging out and panting, with his large black eyes focused on Levlidian’s own.
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Post by Collan Vixen on Dec 23, 2016 14:54:26 GMT
Of course on the day I want to post this happens...
I'll be taking Zenni
Also, why did you tag Rafar and not Lev, was Lev secretly a puppet being controlled by Rafar?
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Post by Deleted on Dec 23, 2016 17:58:37 GMT
Of course on the day I want to post this happens... I'll be taking Zenni Also, why did you tag Rafar and not Lev, was Lev secretly a puppet being controlled by Rafar? Feel free ro post then. I wont hand it in.
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Post by Collan Vixen on Dec 23, 2016 18:13:56 GMT
As the conversation went on, Collan sort of started getting confused. I mean, he knew NOXA wasn't considered normal (though to be fair, nor was he). But talking to a dog? Things were someone getting stranger than last time he met her and Lev. But that wasn't too important, the hero in training looked around to try and find something of interest to talk about. Though that was a problem, as he didn't know what kind of things NOXA and Lev liked. Even if he did know what one liked, they seem like they wouldn't enjoy what the other loved at most times. Though again, he wasn't sure. "So uh...anyone having anything good happen recently to them?"
Levlidian
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Post by Levlidian on Dec 23, 2016 23:53:18 GMT
Parting his maw to respond to Collan, Levlidian paused abruptly and his attention slowly drew to that innocent stare betrayed by Mr. Floofs, it had struck him hard like a chorus of large slabs of steel. What was this? Hinawa had pulled a similar act upon him but she was a creature of sentient intelligence, what's more she was at -least- a soul he could take a joke from. However, what was that technique called, damnit he knew it had been explained to him but the words just simply wouldn't come.
Telepathy! ..wait his mind stood as still as stone for a moment after the elaboration.
The Dog, is telepathic!? Levlidian stared at the mutt with two wide, obsidian eyes, at first it didn't resonate with him precisely what was said and in conjunction with Noxa's odd device the young Saiyan's brow furrowed. This was no ordinary Mutt, this much was made clear via the translation offered via his grey matter, whats more his insult finally came to fruition drawing a sneer into bloom about his lips and his jaw drew taught. "Real original Floofy, who taught you that one of the fleas dancing on your back?". If Levlidian could be described as anything, it was a canine when it came to his temper, had he any heckles they'd have stood bolt up right to bolster the words he shared with equal venom.
Completely unaware of how foolish he looked, glaring at the adorable little thing and speaking with such ferocity, the beast slowly turned to Noxa and brought to light in himself, he warning. "So you get money off? How on Earth does that work, are you friends with the man in charge about here or something?" trult, he was completely unaware such things could be simply applied for. Coin was another aspect the Saiyan marketed with poorly, each time he'd come into any form of money; it was gone not moments later on some form of big purchase to further his training. Be it weights, a ship, a home, it was all gone either way, to be honest what HAD he intended to pay for his food with at all?
"Oh, well-," the orginal response for Collan propped back into his mind, all this involuntary influxed information had derailed his focus; however, ther eit was awaiting him as the Saiyan laid his eyes back upon the shorter male. "Other than a Tournament and surviving a Demon in the North capitol, not much. What about you Collan? Anything new happening for you?"
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Post by Deleted on Dec 30, 2016 12:36:35 GMT
There wasn’t a whole lot of items in Noxa’s little basket -- some of the aforementioned canned bread the amazon had come here to purchase; a good deal of milk bones, powdered milk, cheese, and the ‘T Rucker’ cereal she purchased.
The woman wasn't sure how long it had been since she came here to shop, but it had begun to feel like an eternity. Within this supermarket the woman didn’t even have the ability to tell from the outside light, as the damned fluorescent light tubes about kept a bright, artificial hold on everything within the store.
The factor of ‘time’ was important to Noxa, because she had promised to not be long -- her online correspondent / friend, Pocky, had been bothering Noxa to install some game. Something about space and engineering; whatever it was the woman promised to be back home by the hour and give it ago. She hoped her computer could run it. The last time she tried to launch one of the newer, fancier games everything just went black and refused to turn back on.
A heavy sigh escaped Noxa’s lips.
“Well, it was nice seeing you boys, but I've got an E-date to attend to.” She admitted, turning around and giving a back-handed wave at the two socialising males.
With a snap of her fingers and a quick whistle the Bio Android called her companion hither, both heading out of the scene with their possibly purchased goods.
Between having lost muse and the fact I’m on a shitty mac I’m gonna be exiting this thread.
I’ll take zeni + T4. If T4 can’t be used I’ll take PL instead.
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Post by Levlidian on Dec 31, 2016 1:24:57 GMT
I'll opt out too, my muse died, can't even think of something to add, PL please))
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Post by Collan Vixen on Dec 31, 2016 1:58:25 GMT
(Sadly, same here, I'll be taking Zenni. Also you'll have to take PL Noxa, since you can only use shops, houses, or other things like that on something that is your property, and I doubt you own this mall.)
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Post by Deleted on Dec 31, 2016 4:15:44 GMT
(you can only use shops, houses, or other things like that on something that is your property, and I doubt you own this mall.) That statement is incorrect, I got t4 bonus on my arcose and Noxa Forca claim thread.
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