Post by Chai on Dec 1, 2016 23:39:30 GMT
- Chai: 22,262 PL
- Guardia: 100,000 PL
GAIN BONUSES: Earthling Zeni Bonus
CELESTIAL EVENT: None
GUARDING THE SPOTLIGHT
Market stalls lined the route, as well as numerous restaurants, vendors, and even a movie theater and a Ferris Wheel were visible, towering over the scenery. The land ogf the south had lit up with the coming of Tourit's Tournament, something Chai himself had took part in. The goat zoan from a whole different universe paused for a moment to survey the flamboyant scene, and observe the milling throng. Lovers strolled hand in hand, casually browsing, whilst housewives hustled and bustled, and haggled over the price of the exotic fruits and other imported merchandise, with vendors of various nationality. Namekians, Humans, and even a few saiyans here and there were all chatting peacefully. It reminded Chai of his home away from home- the central base of the Crimson Strikers. It was destroyed by the Special Forces when Chai made his great escape, but the goat made a vow to return one day to restore his world's balance. Chai had come into more understanding and acceptance of the differences between these two worlds. In this world, Bing was a benevolent guardian of the planet. In Chai's home universe, he was a malicious president that held the entire galaxy under a bloody banner. They were like the yin and the yang. Even Levlidian and Hinawa fell under this reversed principle. It was a curious thing, really. How could everyone be so different from how Chai knew them, but the same at the exact same time? It was puzzling to the goat...
Chai was currently just wearing his gray, sleeveless undershirt, having left his black trenchcoat back at his little hidey-hole. A few startled yells and gasps would echo around every now and then, causing Chai to sigh and bring grip the bridge of his nose. Guardia was an ever so curious and social demon, but a talking sword that could cut with a mere touch wasn't the most welcoming sight. Glancing over to a few stalls, he saw the blade flying around, coming to a stop and inspecting a basket of apples with a longing expression. Guardia had been trapped in that sword for over one thousand years, and Chai hopes one day the spirit inside would be strong enough to break free. He was curious what Guardia truly looked like...
The sword sighed telepathically. Oh, he missed having a mouth. And arms. And limbs and organs in general. Those apples just looked so ripe and succulent... Moving on, the blade flew back to Chai's side, landing on the ground and bouncing beside the goat like a possessed pogo stick. Patting the sword's hilt momentarily as the blade inched closer while demanding attention, Chai raised a brow when he heard a voice behind him. "Excuse me, sir, do you have a moment?" Turning around, the goat spotted a merchant behind him. The man, dressed as one of the vendors, has the right twinkle in his eyes and a voice that is more warm than sunlight on amber. Chai usually liked that - smiling back and enjoying an exchange of words - yet this one had that air of power, of total confidence. Raising a brow, Chai listened as the man spoke to him and his partner. "That sword of yours... It's quite special, ain't it?" Guardia's eye twitched a little as the blade spoke back to the man and Chai with his telepathy. 'He. He's quite special. Not "it."' There was something in the way the man looked at the blade too, like he was doing so much more than just taking in Guardia's appearance like others do. In that way his own face started to look like a mask, controlled in order to have a particular effect on the duo. Chai took a step back, narrowing his single eye. "Nonetheless, would you be interested in selling such an artifact?"
And with that, the charismatic fellow pulled out a rather large briefcase, opening it up to reveal a haul of countless Zeni! Looking at the wad of cash, then the man, Chai spotted that odd look in his eyes once more. Like he was looking for something. Recognition? Interest? Whatever it was, Chai didn't like it. "No, I'm afraid Guardia isn't for sale. He's my partner." The man narrowed his eyes, displeased by the goat's reply. With a whistle, one of the other vendors raised his head and pulled something out from under his stand. Another briefcase, presumably filled with money. And another. And another more. "You sure? I know this little sword has quite some potential- as seen during it's little... outbreak in the tournament." Chai narrowed his eyes. It was true Guardia had stepped out of the crowd, flown to Chai at incredible speeds, and was more than capable and willing of attempting to hack and slash at Bing. Shaking his head, the goat looked down to Guardia, and turned around. "I'm sure. C'mon, G." Chai spoke, beginning to walk away. Turning around, Guardia pulled down his metallic eyelid with his crossguard, making a sound mimicking a stuck-out tongue to the suspicous vendor. 'Plllbbbrt.'
After that little episode, Chai resumed examining some or the merchandise at a store around the corner. They had some time to kill before the two of them met Bing at the Crimson Striker Diner. There were T-Shirts with the logo of the Crimson Striker Soccer Team, who had one five consecutive championships, apparently. The name caused Chai's heart to ache, but the goat continued to browse while Guardia flew around, examining some of the wares. Picking up a jar of polish with h is telepathy to add to the pile of their purchases, Guardia rounded the corner to go approach Chai, but his hilt quickly flew right into someone! Recoiling back after hitting the mystery person, Guardia barked to the being with his telepathy, regardless if they were knocked down or not by his little run-in. 'Oi! Be a little more careful, will you? I almost ran into you, blade first, lad!'
Chai was currently just wearing his gray, sleeveless undershirt, having left his black trenchcoat back at his little hidey-hole. A few startled yells and gasps would echo around every now and then, causing Chai to sigh and bring grip the bridge of his nose. Guardia was an ever so curious and social demon, but a talking sword that could cut with a mere touch wasn't the most welcoming sight. Glancing over to a few stalls, he saw the blade flying around, coming to a stop and inspecting a basket of apples with a longing expression. Guardia had been trapped in that sword for over one thousand years, and Chai hopes one day the spirit inside would be strong enough to break free. He was curious what Guardia truly looked like...
The sword sighed telepathically. Oh, he missed having a mouth. And arms. And limbs and organs in general. Those apples just looked so ripe and succulent... Moving on, the blade flew back to Chai's side, landing on the ground and bouncing beside the goat like a possessed pogo stick. Patting the sword's hilt momentarily as the blade inched closer while demanding attention, Chai raised a brow when he heard a voice behind him. "Excuse me, sir, do you have a moment?" Turning around, the goat spotted a merchant behind him. The man, dressed as one of the vendors, has the right twinkle in his eyes and a voice that is more warm than sunlight on amber. Chai usually liked that - smiling back and enjoying an exchange of words - yet this one had that air of power, of total confidence. Raising a brow, Chai listened as the man spoke to him and his partner. "That sword of yours... It's quite special, ain't it?" Guardia's eye twitched a little as the blade spoke back to the man and Chai with his telepathy. 'He. He's quite special. Not "it."' There was something in the way the man looked at the blade too, like he was doing so much more than just taking in Guardia's appearance like others do. In that way his own face started to look like a mask, controlled in order to have a particular effect on the duo. Chai took a step back, narrowing his single eye. "Nonetheless, would you be interested in selling such an artifact?"
And with that, the charismatic fellow pulled out a rather large briefcase, opening it up to reveal a haul of countless Zeni! Looking at the wad of cash, then the man, Chai spotted that odd look in his eyes once more. Like he was looking for something. Recognition? Interest? Whatever it was, Chai didn't like it. "No, I'm afraid Guardia isn't for sale. He's my partner." The man narrowed his eyes, displeased by the goat's reply. With a whistle, one of the other vendors raised his head and pulled something out from under his stand. Another briefcase, presumably filled with money. And another. And another more. "You sure? I know this little sword has quite some potential- as seen during it's little... outbreak in the tournament." Chai narrowed his eyes. It was true Guardia had stepped out of the crowd, flown to Chai at incredible speeds, and was more than capable and willing of attempting to hack and slash at Bing. Shaking his head, the goat looked down to Guardia, and turned around. "I'm sure. C'mon, G." Chai spoke, beginning to walk away. Turning around, Guardia pulled down his metallic eyelid with his crossguard, making a sound mimicking a stuck-out tongue to the suspicous vendor. 'Plllbbbrt.'
After that little episode, Chai resumed examining some or the merchandise at a store around the corner. They had some time to kill before the two of them met Bing at the Crimson Striker Diner. There were T-Shirts with the logo of the Crimson Striker Soccer Team, who had one five consecutive championships, apparently. The name caused Chai's heart to ache, but the goat continued to browse while Guardia flew around, examining some of the wares. Picking up a jar of polish with h is telepathy to add to the pile of their purchases, Guardia rounded the corner to go approach Chai, but his hilt quickly flew right into someone! Recoiling back after hitting the mystery person, Guardia barked to the being with his telepathy, regardless if they were knocked down or not by his little run-in. 'Oi! Be a little more careful, will you? I almost ran into you, blade first, lad!'
