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Post by Achido on Nov 28, 2019 16:02:12 GMT -8
After a very long day of studying with his mother, Achido had to stop by his father's dojo to pick up his remaining gear, so he could transfer it all to the dojo he and Ty were currently building. The streets were rather empty because of it being a holiday, so the teenager had no worries for the time being, just his headphones and the music he always loved to listen to. The walk from his house to the dojo wasn't very long, but he needed the music to help him focus on the path and not get distracted, and end up on the other side of the islands.
Once some time has passed by, Achido found himself walking along the street that head straight for his father's dojo. With the duffle bag bouncing with each step he took, the teenager realized that his C-Phone was at the dojo and he needed to get ahold of Ty. "Ah, yes. So thankful that I remembered it was there. Ty would kill me." He muttered to himself, as the music continued to echo throughout his ears. The teenager was in a rather good mood and was eager to see what the rest of the day had in store for him.
Achido pushed the doors open to his father's dojo, then quickly made it into the locker room to get his remaining gear and leave. Just as he filled the duffel bag with the gear, he closed the locker and began to make his way toward the exit of the building. Just before he went to pull the door open, he turned to see a figure standing in the hallway. "And where do you think you're going?" The figure called out to the teenager, which caused him to bow his head to show respect. "Father, I apologize, I am in a hurry." He responded to his father, then waited for a response.
The man stepped out of the shadow and revealed his aged face, along with bright gray hair. There was a scar right above his left eye, but he wore a black gi with the donor's insignia on the front and back. "You will return tomorrow to make up for the sessions you have missed this week, and you will not disappoint me, boy." He responded, then turned and walked away through the hallway. Achido gulped loudly, then turned, and made his way outside once more.
Achido was unsure what to think after hearing what his father had said, but he was more worried about the feeling he was getting in his stomach. It was only a few short seconds later when his belly began to rumble loudly from him being hungry. "Oh, no. I think Taco King is the closest place around. I should eat before meeting up with Cayle and Ty for another training session. " The teenager said, as he started to walk on a dirt path that would lead him toward the nearest Taco King.
Just when the boy walked up to the door of the restaurant, he noticed that it wasn't busy, so he could probably get his food pretty quickly. He pushed the door open and stepped inside. The smell of fresh meat and veggies filled his nose, causing his mouth to drool a bit. It had been a very long time since Achido ate out, so this would be a great treat for the teen.
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Post by Konja of Clan Korm on Dec 12, 2019 8:13:56 GMT -8
A million zeni, huh? Konja's eyebrows furrowed as she considered what she understood of this number. What little education she had involved numbers and farming, because as one who tilled the field, she too was responsible for selling her wares. Her father and the Elders had taught her of the relevant arithmetic operations, and how to count. The numbers as she learned in the village, went up to the thousands, as that was what she heard of the yam stores of larger settlements. And when her militia unit signed up to fight the war against the Tuffles under King Vegeta, she saw for the first time what 'thousands' meant with her own eyes, in the hundreds of soldiers she killed, and the thousands of war machines she destroyed. This gave her a certain perspective on the meaning of value. Each yam held a certain value, after all, and depending on how big and heavy each one was, it would be worth a number of cattle. Which explained how the larger settlements could afford to trade for more farmed meat. But it was only on this planet where this abstract idea of trading value, or 'buying power', as the owner of this establishment called it, became tangible, in the form of 'currency', or more simply, 'zeni'. Each item on the menu was of the same size, weight, and thanks to their training in cooking, taste. This was why each item demanded the same cost in zeni. If she applied this to her earlier life, then depending on its size and weight, each yam would have a different value in zeni. Why did the Earthlings choose zeni, these funny fabric rectangles called 'notes' and flat metal discs called 'coins'? It was a long story, and she had fallen asleep soon after the jovial proprietor explained that the metal in the coins was considered valuable. This made sense if the metal was smelted down into tools and weapons and all the metal things she saw around her on this planet... but then she learned that these weren't put through such processes. Why then were coins valuable if they remained detached from practical use? Well, perhaps their true value lay in their simplification of trade. As she stood behind the cash register at the counter, the only one manning the money machines for now, it became clear. Each item demanded a specific amount of zeni. And each 'denomination' of zeni had its own trade value. This meant that, at least at this establishment, there was no need to haggle over the bartering table. A Supersized Soda cost 2 zeni. No more, no less. And it was this simplification that allowed rapid transactions that she could never hope to do back on Planet Plant, no matter how good she was at bartering. In short, money was an effective tool to hasten the accumulation of wealth for those who knew how to use it. That she now served as a part in this clever machine meant that surely, if she studied money some more, she could amass wealth as well. Much like how Cayle had quickly risen to this higher post of... "President of Vice", if she remembered it correctly. Not everybody had his incredible learning ability, however. And that was fine with Konja. Working hard over a sufficient period of time to learn these things in detail was more of her thing, anyway. But Cayle had pushed her to try out for this contest. Why not? If she could somehow get that prize, that would be a lot of money to learn with. The problem was it needed two people... It was empty times like this when her mind pondered such matters, and it was only occasionally that someone would walk in through the front door to purchase a meal. In this case, it was a young man dressed in what she had come to understand as the attire for those who practised the arts of war on this planet. Not soldiers... warriors. At this point, though, he was a customer, and so it was only appropriate that she greet him as such. "Welcome to Taco King, where we feed you like a king!" The line was rehearsed, and her delivery was just as stilted as one would expect from somebody who did not understand the concept of acting. She'd been told many times to put a happy tone in her voice, but every time she tried, it came off sounding fake. So, at the very least, keeping it neutral was probably the best way to go about it. "What would you like today?"WC: 769/769 Achido |
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Post by Achido on Dec 12, 2019 20:06:40 GMT -8
Just as Achido finished taking in the scents of the restaurant, a feminine voice was heard from the left of himself. The teenager smiled lightly and turned to face the woman at the counter and gave her a slight nod, before looking up to the menu upon the wall. He studied the menu for about thirty seconds, drooling within because of the many different varieties to choose from. "Hmm, this is my first time here and I don't eat out much. What would you suggest?!" He said in an excited tone of voice, while continuing to smile.
The kid was built up with nothing but happiness, even though he had grown a strong dislike for his father. The man only wanted his son to follow in his footsteps to become the master at the dojo, but Achido had just got a small taste of what the real world had to offer, and he felt like he needed to explore other options for now. The teenager knew that his father wouldn't take the news so well and that was something the man would have to deal with, because Achido had other plans for his adventure into adulthood.
As he viewed the menu one last time, he noticed a small sign with a great deal. The Taco King Platter! Only a feast for a King!! Achido was starving and knew that the platter would probably be enough to fill him up for the rest of the day. The young man smiled once more toward the dark haired woman and cleared his throat before speaking. "I'd like to try the Taco King Platter, please! I'm starving and really need to eat before I get some Martial Arts training done." He said in a cheerful tone. The teenager was always so happy and positive, even when he wasn't around his bestfriend, Ty.
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Post by Konja of Clan Korm on Dec 14, 2019 4:44:18 GMT -8
Konja blinked. Not because she didn't understand the order, which she repeated verbatim and punched into the register. "That will be six zeni, Sir." A platter that was arguably worthy of a Saiyan due to its sheer volume, for the price of three cups of Supersized Soda. Were it not for his fair hair and lack of a tail, she would have wondered if he was actually a Saiyan. No, she blinked because of his cheery disposition. Perhaps it came with the territory. Konja wasn't one to smile a lot, but that was mainly because, as someone once said, she took herself seriously... perhaps too much, they added. Not that she couldn't be happy at all, but there were appropriate places and times for such a thing. She was at work. Her performance decided whether or not she would receive the glory of having her image plastered on the wall as Employee of the Month, and the ensuing "cash" incentive bonus. Earthlings sure did have a lot of words for "money". Perhaps it was because they valued it, and rightly so. If currency played such a pivotal role in trade, it stood to reason that it might even have been a central element in the entire planet's operation. Now, as to why this customer was particularly cheery when, to his own admission, he was starving and presumably had a limited amount of time before he had to go and train, that was the question. Konja tapped the switch on the mic and repeated the order for the kitchen staff to pick up on. The Platter was a sizeable offering, and would take a few minutes to prepare. But in her humble opinion, five minutes was not too much time. The yam farmer turned fast food cook and cashier set up a tray in front of her customer and placed atop it a table number in the shape of a crown. Number 1. Because this was one of the slower hours, and there was quite literally nobody else at the moment. She then pulled up a Supersized cup, scooped in some ice and a straw, and set that down next to the table number. Part of the package, of course. All this done with an efficiency arising from the intense focus of someone who wanted to do the best job possible. By the time she moved on to the next part of her script, her forehead was starting to sweat despite the air conditioning. "We'll serve it up in five minutes. What would you like to drink?"To the side, the TV, having been playing some sort of exaggerated melodramatic soap until now, finally cut to a commercial break. Or maybe a quick news report about some happening or another. She couldn't tell, mainly because she was so focused on doing a good job. Every perfectly satisfied customer was another step to Employee of the Month. WC: 485/1254 |
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Post by Achido on Dec 14, 2019 17:39:25 GMT -8
When Achido heard how much the order cost, he looked a bit surprised at first, but he reached into his belt and pulled out a few crisp bills for the woman. "Six hundred Zeni sure is a lot, but then again that is a lot of food. As for my drink, I'll just have water." He responded to the dark haired woman and smiled, while handing over the Zeni to her. Money was not a big deal to the teenager since his parents had a boatload of Zeni stashed away from their Dojo.
There was a split second where the teenager had forgot all about Ty because of how stern and friendly this woman was. After all, Achido wasn't used to the real world, besides the students that went to school with him and the students that attended his father's dojo. The food and people around him were all unfamiliar, but it was very nice for the kid to get out and live on his own, especially with Cayle and Ty to keep him on the right track.
Five whole minutes seemed like a lifetime to the teen, but the nod to Konja was a respectable one, before he turned his head to the television. With a breaking news statement coming on, it seemed that the woman speaking, was going on about some sort of winter event going on, where the competition was to see who could create the best ice or snow sculpture. "Hey, that doesn't seem so bad! Would really help with my training. Hm, but I'd need a partner.." He muttered to himself, probably loud enough that Konja and anyone near him would absolutely hear what he had said.
Whether Achido was able to find a partner or not, he would likely end up checking out the event and the competitors who entered. There was something within the young human that always made him want to find out who the absolute strongest on earth was. He knew that he wasn't necessarily strong, but it was always nice to know who else he could eventually end up sparring.
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Post by Konja of Clan Korm on Dec 15, 2019 6:56:02 GMT -8
Konja accepted the six zeni with a nod and punched in the order. As soon as the cash went into the register, it printed out a receipt, which she set down a distance from the iced cup, not wanting it to get wet. After all, as she had learned about these things, the receipt was proof of the transaction, a record that ensured its legitimacy to the customer. Interestingly enough, in this society, the customer was held by these establishments in such a high regard, rather than an equal or rival in trade.
Indeed, Taco King viewed itself as something of a service to the customer, something built to provide for their needs. And it was this goal that informed their decisions on which ingredients to purchase, and where to source them. These were purchased from farmers whose crops met their particular exacting standards, resulting in something of a chain from the customer to the farm. It was... interesting, to say the least. Who would have thought that trade would become so complicated as society grew larger than a village exporting its crops and wares?
The warrior-customer stated that he would settle for water. Interestingly, enough. Most customers, from her experience, would immediately pick from their choices of soda. Though he did look rather unfamiliar, so perhaps he didn't really know of this Taco King policy?
"I'll include some water then," The yam farmer turned fast food staffer grabbed another, regular sized cup, put in some ice, and poured in some water from the fountain. As she set it down on the tray next to the Supersize cup, she pointed to the soda fountain behind her and its various carbonated offerings. Cola, rootbeer, a lime soda, an orange soda, among a few others. "A supersized soda is part of the Taco King Platter package, Sir. Are you sure you'll be fine with water?"
It was of course, part of her duty to inform him that picking a soda would give him his money's worth.
That was when he turned his attention to the TV and mouthed his thoughts about participating in... ah yes, that very same sculpture carving competition. What an auspicious coincidence. TV might have been a terrifying piece of technology that operated through means far more mysterious than this cash register, closer to the Tuffle ideal than what basically amounted to a trade-specialized form of abacus computer... but its purpose as a means of entertainment and information proved helpful.
That pirate film was particularly entertaining. Far more immersive than the campfire stories they used to tell in her youth.
At any rate, while technically it wasn't part of her job to indulge the customer in everything, including helping him with the contest, this was more about her own self-interest anyway. And the rules never said she wasn't allowed to have conversations with a customer, if they proved interesting. Not that a lot of customers proved interesting or anything. Most would talk about their day - or complain about it, and she would just nod.
Konja never was a good conversationist. But if it would get her closer to winning that zeni prize... She cleared her throat. "I could help you with that, Sir. A friend of mine has convinced me to try it out, but I too have been having difficulty finding a partner." Stern and somewhat formal... always how she spoke with strangers. Something of a personal guardedness that she only lowered if they got close enough to be friends. "Perhaps we can aid each other in winning this prize."
It was just a suggestion. And if he refused, at least she gave it a shot. If he said yes, though, well, then she'd have to think of the next step, signing up.
WC: 625/1879
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Post by Achido on Dec 17, 2019 18:21:36 GMT -8
Achido looked around the restaurant as Konja took his Zeni and placed it into the cash register. The room was rather big, with several different areas to sit down and enjoy your meal. They even had booth seats for those who showed up with a family or a few friends. The teenager never got to experience places like this, since was beginning to take in everything and really enjoying the world outside of his home, school, and father's dojo. With little knowledge of the world outside of that, Achido was just beginning his journey and already may have found a new friend.
There was still much for the teenager to learn in life, but it seemed that his mind was set on training vigorously, eating a lot of food, and making new friends. As the woman readied his drink, she placed the cup of ice water on the tray and pointed out that he could get a super sized soda with his meal. Achido smiled as he normally would and just shook his head slightly. "No, thank you. I'm perfectly fine with just the water, but thank you!" He responded with such kindness, as his mother taught him when he was much younger.
Growing up for Achido was much different than most humans because his parents never let him out or have any friends. Lucky for Achido, he was walking home one day and Ty called out to him, asking him if he was interested in a spar. With the teenager being the Martial Artist that he is, he instinctively took the offer and ended up having quite the punch off. Now, the two are bestfriends and nearly inseparable. But with Ty having a boyfriend, Achido ended up training for a bit, then making his way to Taco King.
When Konja spoke up, responding to what the teenager had muttered to himself, Achido smiled nervously, before replying to the dark haired woman. "Wow, really? Just like that?! This is awesome! We can do whatever you want! I just want to have some fun and possibly meet new friends. Man, this is too good to be true!" His tone was hyper, almost too energetic for even a teenager. With Konja suggesting them being partners, Achido was finally able to join the winter event that has been talked about a lot recently. Either way, he had forgotten all about his food because of the good news Konja had given him.
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Post by Konja of Clan Korm on Dec 21, 2019 7:42:30 GMT -8
This person really was nice. Sure, the temperament of customers evened out in terms of averages. Most were 'okay' or indifferent. A few were headaches with attitude, and Konja had already gotten one or two complaints from management for getting physical over some particularly irate customers, who in her opinion deserved to be thrown out for their disrespect. Suffice it to say that "complaints" were a relatively light slap on the wrist, as they explained what they normally did to staff who would do such a thing. This idea that the customer was always right was truly a conundrum. Were it not for the fact that these scum gave them money for their services, and could easily damage their reputation if they had the means, there would be no reason to associate with them at all. Such was the challenge of business, a completely different kind of battle from the war with the Tuffles. In the King's Army, everyone jostled for position and flexed their tails at the camps. But when the fighting started, they were organized in a way that despite these misgivings, you could trust them to save you. A begrudging respect for each other. Here? There was no such thing. The customer was always right. Which made the few truly nice people, those like this particular customer, truly a blessing. Konja smiled faintly - rare an occurrence in itself - as she nodded at his graceful declination of the carbonated drink. There was of course a policy for this, and that involved calling in someone with authority to adjust the receipt to deduct the cost of the drink. "I understand. In that case, that would be two zeni back," she called in the floor boss and succinctly explained the situation. In less than a minute, the new receipt had been printed, and the zeni in question returned. Now, to the more important point of interest, the competition. In which case the customer made his excitement clear, in no uncertain terms. He wasn't even out to win. And while Konja wanted to give it a serious shot, what she'd seen on TV about the previous winners' works made her burn with a desire to improve her craft. She was by no means an artistic sculptor. The most she ever did was chisel rocks into the tools that they used to work the farm and home. Hoes, shovels, picks, sickles, knives, cleavers, and yes, hammers and chisels. Those were a far cry from this creature called a 'swan', or a fantastic ice castle. But such was Saiyan culture, Saiyan blood. If it was hard, it only made her more excited to go for it. Even if realistically speaking, they would lose in the end, she liked his attitude. "Yes, just like that." Fortunately - or unfortunately for business - today was so slow that nobody else had come in yet. A little more chatting couldn't hurt. "I admit I'm not the best sculptor out there. I've only made stone tools. But even if we don't win, my father always said, 'a good fight is its own reward.'"As he was one of these martial artists, perhaps he would understand this perspective, especially given his comment. He was there for the fight itself, after all. WC: 541/2420 Achido |
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Post by Achido on Dec 21, 2019 20:16:01 GMT -8
With Konja revealing to Achido that he would get two Zeni backing return, because the kid declined the super sized soda. The smile never really left his facial expression, but he gave the dark haired woman a nod, then gladly accepted the Zeni back. "Hey, thanks! I'm not much of a soda drinker. With all the training I do, that stuff will just slow you down in the long run!" Achido responded with such excitement in his voice. He had never seen such a nice place that was filled with genuine people. It was something Achido was getting used to while being around Ty and Cayle, but his father was something else. That man was demanding and more strict than any other parent Achido had seen. It was probably one of the reasons he was exploring the world by himself for the first time.
The smell of fresh beef began to fill the room, causing the teenager to become even more hungry than he was before. He looked around the room and stared down the television once more. There was a infomercial on about some sort of tape that was so sticky it would never come off. The teenager kept his smile on his face, but turned back to Konja and listened to her speak. "Hey, your father seems like a really smart guy! As much as I like to fight and get stronger, I also like to meet new people and go on fun adventures. I have never sculpted anything in my life, but I will do my best, so that we can have a good attempt at winning that prize." He responded to the dark haired woman.
Since Konja brought up fighting with her own father's quote, the teenager began to wonder of the woman could hold her own. "Maybe we can spar sometime as well. I'd love to see just how strong you are! My father has trained me in his dojo almost my entire life, so I know a thing or two about martial arts." He added, as he continued to wait for his food to get done. Achido really enjoyed Konja's company so far, and the woman seemed to be very nice. Why did it seem that everyone except his own father could accept him for who he was? It was something the young man thought about in the past, but it was time to focus on the future and those who have a positive attitude.
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Post by Konja of Clan Korm on Dec 23, 2019 6:21:31 GMT -8
"That's understandable," Konja nodded in response. She couldn't say much more while on the clock, given the stipulations disallowing speaking out against the establishment. Which was also understandable, as that was a threat to its profitability, and bad for her income. She understood the foolishness of biting the hand that fed you. But all of these social contracts and proprieties were a heavy yoke. She had always been simply honest, so holding back on her honest opinion was a real challenge. "Water is, I'm quickly learning, not something that will soon be replaced as a warrior's best drink."The minutes apparently counted down much more quickly when one was in conversation. A truly interesting occurrence, and not necessarily a bad one. The yam farmer had always been a poor conversationist, compounded with her dislike of people. The only reason she accepted this sort of job instead of staying in the back in the kitchen with a few people who she could over time grow to befriend, was because she needed money, and there weren't any openings in the kitchen just yet... Still, this fellow, at least, was more than tolerable. And now that he'd taken her offer to partner up for the competition, then that was a great bonus. Sure, his outlook on friendship was the opposite of hers, seek it out rather than keep to yourself, but to be on the receiving end of such a friend seeker was more... pleasant, than she thought. A quick compliment to her father raised another faint sign of a smile. "Thank you. He taught me everything I know about life... fighting, in particular. If we still have time before the contest, I can give you some basics on sculpting. It'll be twice the fun if we both know to do it." Whether it was wistful or just happy, it was of course impossible to tell given its subtlety. But her father was someone she wasn't going to be seeing again, given how many hundreds of years it had been since the war. Maybe one day, they could make their way back to Planet Plant, and see what had become of it. For now, though, she needed two things: money, and power. Money for the purposes of trade... and though the wider world of trade, 'economy', as someone had called it, was large and daunting, it was but another challenge that made her Saiyan spirit burn. Power was obvious. The best fighters were also the most powerful. And if she was going to get the most out of fighting the greatest warriors around, she would have to raise her skill and power to match them. Not that getting beaten down and trampled wasn't an opportunity to stand bravely in the face of overwhelming odds, but spending weeks in a bed recovering was decidedly nowhere near as fun as even ten minutes of an even fight. Which is why she practically jumped on the offer, holding her excitement back behind those stern features... behind the professionalism of an employee standing at the cash register. "I'd love to spar. My shift ends in an hour, same time each day. If that fits with your time, then we can fight whenever you're up for it."The smell of beef grew stronger as she heard a tray slide into place on the rack behind her. Even before the kitchen staffer hit the bell, Konja had already picked up the fresh hot Taco King Platter and set it down on her customer's tray. "That's one Taco King Platter minus soda, and a tall cup of water. My name is Konja of Clan Korm. It's a pleasure to serve you today." She bowed as low as the counter would let her. Not Taco King policy, but it was clear by this point that he was going to be more than just a customer she'd never see again, or even a repeat customer whose preferences she'd eventually memorize. He was going to be a partner for this contest, and a sparring partner. Not that there was anything wrong with the other Saiyans, but kingly loyalties still tended to run deep, and those who didn't outright refuse to spar, tended to beat her down hard for some slight that King Vegeta had done to their ruler centuries ago. An outsider would be refreshing... it would also help her learn more about the techniques of this planet. This "Brussuls the Muscles" who stood as the GWF Champion, for example, was clearly a Saiyan... and yet his style was nothing she'd seen before. His clan must have learned Earthly ways long before. Perhaps even by several generations. She'd have to ask about him someday... WC: 781/3201 Achido
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Post by Achido on Dec 25, 2019 15:07:10 GMT -8
Achido didn't know many people besides Cayle and Ty, but Konja was someone that he could see himself hanging out with outside of School and training at his father's dojo. The dark haired woman seemed more serious about things and that was the balance the teenager needed. Whether or not they would hang out after the Winter Event, Achido would understand and continue on with his training, while maintaining his relationships with each of his friends and family.
With Konja asking Achido if he would like some pointers on how to sculpt before the bug event and that alone made him smile once more. "I'd love to! Whatever it takes to help you win that big Zeni prize!" He responded with excitement in his voice as usual. Achido didn't really care for the Zeni all that much because he would just donate it to Ty's treehouse and his father's dojo. He didn't care for materialistic things, Achido was more into making those around him smile and have a good time.
As the woman kindly accepted the offer to spar, but he would only have to wait until she was off her shift. This was okay with the teenager, but he would let Konja rest today, then most likely surprise her another day with an epic spar. "One hour?! Maybe tomorrow if you're up for the challenge. I'll make sure to fill up on Tacos before we spar!" He responded to Konja. Fighting was something the young boy had grown up doing, especially with his father always hounding him about mastering the Martial arts within his dojo. That was the one thing that constantly drove the teenager away, his father down his neck about training and making sure he knew how to defend himself properly.
With the bell ringing to notify that the food was finished, a large smile began to sweep over the teenager's face. Konja placed it all on the tray neatly, then pushed it forward and spoke up. "Konja, huh? Pretty name! But thanks for the food and I can't wait to meet up for the event!" He said to her, while grabbing the tray and turning to find a seat. It seemed that the kid had made a new friend and was certainly glad that he decided to get some tacos before heading to Pilafland.
Achido sat down at one of the smaller tables, picked open the large box, and leaned forward to see what was all inside. The smell of fresh beef and vegetables quickly entered his nostrils, but he grabbed one of the smaller wrapped burritos and opened it up, before stuffing it down in just a few bites. He was starving and so happy that he was finally able to eat. Once Achido nommed down the remaining burritos and tacos, he belched loudly, then quickly covered his mouth, and looked around hoping that nobody heard it.
The teenager quickly chugged down the water and placed it upon the tray. He was now stuffed and ready to go home, so he picked up the tray and walked to the trash can, before dumping the empty box and cup into the garbage. As he walked toward the exit, Achido gave the woman a nod before speaking. "Hey, by the way, my name is Achido and the food was excellent. I'll definitely be coming back more often!" He announced, before exiting the building.
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Post by Konja of Clan Korm on Dec 25, 2019 19:29:45 GMT -8
Konja smiled at his accepting her offer to teach. The customer's words made sense to her. "Help you win the big Zeni prize". He didn't seem the sort to pursue money, as he did simply enjoy life, friendship, and fighting. One might even be tempted to think he might have some Saiyan blood, were he just a tad more battle-hungry. In that way, Konja herself was a bit of an oddball by Saiyan standards. Yes, the endless desire to fight and improve herself was there. But it went into other things as well, things the average Saiyan didn't really care for.
For the average Saiyan, money was a means to more training and fighting. To Konja, and perhaps Cayle, given his rapid advancement through the ranks, the world of commerce in itself seemed to be a challenge that motivated them in the same way that a good fight did. For Konja, in particular, it wasn't even the things money could buy, but rather the intense competition that seemed to be its own sort of fight. So what was money? It was power level. If one's worth as a warrior could be measured in these numbers, then one's worth as a trader could be measured with a different form of numbers. And just like power level, which could be used to improve one's fighting ability, money could be reinvested to earn even more money...
It was, for all intents and purposes, a game.
And she was quickly learning, from all that was being taught to her, that she wanted to play.
Truly a long way coming from the little girl who sat at the feet of the village Elders, who taught her about bartering...
The yam farmer turned cashier nodded at the given time. "Yes, tomorrow would be perfect." There wasn't really much to do for a few hours after the end of her shift. After stuffing herself with her own portion, she'd just train by herself. A spar, however, especially with an outsider, would do much to widen her horizons.
The customer took his tray over to his given table of choice and sat down, wasting no time to get started at wolfing down this feast. With the way he ate it so quickly, one would wonder if he really did have some Saiyan blood, although Konja did observe a lot of locals with similar appetites when they were hungry. She would have to test his limits tomorrow... not just with how he fought, but how he ate.
He finished the meal by flushing it down with that water, bussing the table himself after the fact. Before heading out, he made sure to give her his name in return, as it was only fair for such introductions.
Konja nodded in after, her stern face giving away no hint of anything less than how seriously she took this new arrangement. And then, the scripted line emerged. "Thank you for eating at Taco King!" But of course...
With the end of her shift coming up soon, she would have to drop by the... "hardware store" today, to see if she could get her hands on some tools.
WC: 525/3726
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