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Post by Achido on May 7, 2020 16:20:48 GMT -8
Achido listened to Jack Pota speak and pointed out that he must have been at least part human. The young man gave Jack a slight nod. "One hundred percent human. The longer I hang out with Ty, the more non-humans I come across, especially saiyans. Your species is magnificent, by the way. From my experience with Ty and Cayle, it seems their strength grows at a much faster rate when injured. It blows my mind." He announced to Jack Pota.
With Cayle explaining Jack’s past and how he became who he is today, Achido just looked back and forth in awe. He wasn’t sure what he was hearing, but it seemed that Jack was a hybrid clone of Cayle’s DNA. "Wow...I need to catch up with what is going on." He said to the group in front of him. Achido really had no idea what was going on, or what they were up to. He just knew that Ty was here and wanted to share the Taco King he brought with him.
Once Achido heard the group talk about food and what they should have, he gripped the handle of the box and slowly began to levitate up from the boat. Anger quickly swept over him, but he didn’t want to freak out, so the man flew off to one of the smaller boats to enjoy the Taco Platter for himself. Achido had never felt such rage before, so it was best that he was left alone for the time being.
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Post by Konja of Clan Korm on Jul 5, 2020 4:40:36 GMT -8
From above, one might be forgiven to assume that the gigantic metal plate, bristling with a variety of scrap intermixed with ingots, was a particularly large truck bed, with its aforementioned truck somewhere underneath, in the area of the front. As a matter of fact, it wasn't even that. Rather, it was quite literally, a wide metal sheet, perhaps once having been a ceiling structure of a large installation, bent and twisted along the edges to raise a 'cup' for housing its contents.
Underneath this pile of scrap and crudely smelted ingots strolled a woman in black, who held it up with one hand, while flexing her free arm.
Konja had gathered what other things could be scavenged from that bunker, loaded it all onto this sheet two shipping containers wide, and marched the whole way down to the meeting point. She had been late as a result, and flying would have been more efficient, but the farmer, scout, and Taco King cashier figured she would at least savour this victory and take the scenic route back.
It was a particularly harrowing experience itself, sifting through functional electronic leftovers, most of it being trial and error, sparing what still looked good and smelting down what didn't look workable. How was she able to tell? Well... the only way her primitive understanding of technology could: if it wasn't damaged by impact or burns, then it was probably going to be some good... even though every second looking at all this complex circuitry made her skin crawl with bad memories.
Fortunately, that was all out of view now. Electronic scrap and smelted ingots all in this reinforced metal blast ceiling she'd torn from the warehouse section of the bunker, up on one arm. She'd just switched to her right arm, and so was giving her left some stretching after the hour she'd been holding it up like that. The blood flow was coming back, at least.
Approaching the scene of busy loading, she spied a number of people. The Earthlings were easy enough to differentiate from the Saiyans. Whether they were from King Vegeta's lands or those of some other sovereign, she would have all the time to find out on Ensalada. For now, she was just glad to see that their fledgeling kingdom was now truly starting to take shape... and Ensalada would be their new Capital.
It certainly wouldn't look like the scale of King Vegeta's when she had last seen it. But given enough time, there was no doubt that such majesty could be matched, and eventually surpassed. Sensing a number of familiar presences, she made her way to one of the larger vessels and deposited her cargo on the deck, leaving it to the staff to figure out what to do with potentially useful raw - and some processed - materials.
That part was done. But for now, she was getting hungry.
On the one hand, Cayle, Jack, and the slowly familiarising energy of Ty, were on one ship. On the other hand, Achido was on another one further away. She wasn't one to enjoy crowds, and four wasn't exactly a crowd when she looked at it. But on the other hand, she was also curious why someone as friendly as Achido wasn't spending lunch hour - the sun and her stomach told her it was about that time - with the people he was most familiar with.
Perhaps he wasn't quite aware of the time? Questions in mind, Konja found herself floating over to this smaller boat, and landing in front of her recently recovered friend. "I know you always have an appetite for the Taco Platter," she started, taking note of that all too familiar box, "But you usually eat it with company. Is there a problem?"
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Post by Cayle Pota on Jul 5, 2020 21:27:38 GMT -8
“I think we'll hook some sort of rope and hook system to that catfish you caught, Jack. We can pull it along with us in the water and it should stay somewhat perserved for us to prepare later. I'd suggest preparing it now, but it'd take a while, and we only have some of these ships for so long. So let's just eat.”
With that said, Cayle also dug into his jean jacket's pockets and pulled out several capsules. After examining them, he tossed them gently on the boat and they popped to reveal proper banquet tables with food that through clever packing or the magic that was capsules – was still warm and smelling delicious.
“We should make sure to eat our fill before we head out, though. The ship ride will let us relax but after we actually get there we'll be needing to work on unloading the ships as quickly as possible and stacking up the cargo containers.”
To Ty's statement, he simply nodded, smiling to her. “Well, you couldn't have known, either.” he didn't have anger over it, but he definitely would be doing something when they got to the island to make Jack think hard about any similar action in the future.
Sensing Konja coming, and Achido floating for seclusion, the Saiyan would-be warrior shrugged. He had no idea whats was going on, but then again he wasn't a humanologist. He had no idea why sometimes it was so easy to make them flip from angry to happy or happy to angry.
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Post by Ty on Jul 21, 2020 0:59:54 GMT -8
OOC: Waited for Jack to post, skipping his turn until he can post again.
The Tuffle experiments were extreme, at no point did she question why Saiyans were at the mercy of their science projects, and she understood that her Father was one of those victims which naturally made them her enemy as well. Jack was Cayle’s clone, unlike a twin conceived at birth, this teenager was made in a lab. In most medical journals on cloning, one can be made from birth, and the fact that Jack was fully grown rather than an infant either meant he was cloned to a teenage stage or completely spliced into who she was presently staring at until she noticed Achido fly away from the scene, further away from the Taco King boat, and Konja made her appearance by sitting at his side.
Emotions were high within the group, it was part of being adolescents, and reflecting back at her Uncle Toad Lily’s wisdom, he would be mocking their behavior as trivial. Ty shook her head, doing her best to do her part in restoring the mood, but was easily distracted by the appearance of more food on the boat.
In a single leap, she left the deck of the boat dock, and boarded the Taco King ship.
“Did you cook all this food yourself, Cayle?” Ty looked up with a smile, “It looks good, thanks a lot.”
An overwhelming happiness filled her as she hugged Cayle briefly, she was still feeling embarrassed from earlier, and was forcing herself to be positive in this situation rather than allow her anxiety take over.
“So, you mentioned that Konja is someone you grew up with since childhood. Does that mean you grew up with Jack, too?”
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Post by Achido on Jul 21, 2020 17:44:12 GMT -8
Achido wasn’t happy that he was forced to pull himself away from the group to eat alone. He was nice enough to try and share his food with Ty, but Cayle and the others had already planned their meal for the afternoon, giving Ty more than enough food to enjoy. As he sat at the table by himself, the blonde teen opened the box and began to pull out each taco and burrito one by one. "That just means there will be more for me!" He shrugged off the emotions he felt, while looking down at the food within the Taco Platter.
Just as the teenager was about to dig in, he sensed that Konja was making her way toward the boat. When she landed and began speaking to him, Achido looked at the saiyan woman and smiled lightly. The anger had faded, but he was incredibly angry with his close friends for a short moment not too long ago. "I planned on sharing this food with Ty, but it seems that Cayle and Jack already had plans with her for lunch." He shrugged and picked up a single taco and took a large bite. The crunch alone was enough to tell you just how fresh the tortilla was, along with the veggies inside.
Once Achido swallowed the bite he took, he slid over a taco and burrito for Konja to enjoy herself. "I won’t be able to finish all of this, so please do me a favor and dig in!" He said excitedly, while picking up the second item and lifting it to his mouth. Konja and Achido hadn’t got much time one on one in awhile, but the time they did spend together he had a lot of fun, especially when she met his father and had a friendly spar with the blonde teen.
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Post by Cayle Pota on Jul 21, 2020 17:54:40 GMT -8
Cayle gave a simple nod and a smile to the question of cooking the vast tables of food which had been capsuled into existence for everyone to eat before they prepared to leave towards Ensadala Island. On the tables were dishes both common to the Saiyan and his extended friend group and uncommon. Plates of Huevos Rancheros, fried eggs with refried beans, tortillas, and delicious salsa for one example. Five different varieties (in meat and preparation) of street style tacos, Hamburgers, Kebabs – there was even a container of Sushi which Cayle had prepared out of a giant fish which he had captured. At being thanked, Cayle simply gave his girlfriend a wider smile, “You're welcome. Please enjoy it.”
Then he let her hug him, not hesitating at all in hugging her back for a moment. To her question, he was silent as he parsed how to explain it best.
“Konja I knew as a child, before the Tuffles took me and my siblings in an attack on my village. She was from a neighboring village and we had met several times before, but most notably in a festival of warfare – er, I guess it's closer to a County Fair and a Martial Arts Tournament pushed together, here. We were both entered in the children's division.” He let out a sigh then, “And as to Jack? No, I didn't know him as a child. I had never even met him before waking up in the Mount Allium facility. But I knew his father, the doctor who regularly experimented on me in specific, and who went on to lead the Tuffle Science Executive – Doctor Aspic. If you want to know more, best to ask him.”
The tone said Cayle knew plenty more he could explain but his emotions on retelling it were muddled enough he couldn't be sure he would be able to say it without making Jack look like a bad person to Ty.
To Konja and Achido, the Saiyan pantomined while hugging Ty. His tail was used roughly as if it was a pointing stick or one of those inflatable sales robots. Jerking to get their attention then circling around and being used to point at the vast quantities of food available.
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Post by Ty on Jul 27, 2020 11:33:29 GMT -8
Ty listened to Cayle’s explanation of his childhood with Konja, it was quite different from her own, and as far as she could tell it forged an everlasting friendship after being survivors of Tuffle experimentation. It was a small world for the both of them, she wondered if her father was one of those children that went to the martial arts festival, and participated in the matches.
“I see,” The redhead reflected, “Do you think the saiyans in Ensalada island will continue those traditions?...I mean, you are going to stay on earth right?”
After being woken up from cryo sleep, Koba Kalabasa hid from society after appearing on the front page of the local news paper, he relied on the upbringing of his adopted grandparents on a remote island to remain safe from being captured by Tuffles again. Even now, her father had trouble telling her anything about his saiyan past, he was a stoic man who rarely held a conversation. After all this time, he still did not trust Cayle, even if his wife Calla Lily felt Ty was old enough to be independent and make her own decisions on the people she was around with.
The past few times she went back home, he suspected that Ty would make new friends, and forget about being around saiyans which his comments on the subject were largely ignored. The tuffle bunker in pilaf land only rooted her further into discovering the missing pieces of her heritage and potentially finding her family members.
The food was looking rather delicious, it was still hot after being released from a capsule, and the smell was starting to affect her senses. With a smile she pulled away from Cayle’s embrace to sit down on the picnic table, she started on the kabobs, she liked a perfectly balanced meal of major food groups to start, and then she moved on to a quesadilla, which she found irresistible, looking over to her best friend far away forced her to hard swallow.
“Achi! Konjaaa, let’s eat together! It’s a long trip to Ensalada island from here! Fuel up!” Ty shouted and waving her hands with more vigor than Cayle could with his tail.
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Post by Konja of Clan Korm on Aug 1, 2020 8:32:31 GMT -8
Konja put a hand to her mouth and drummed her fingers on her cheek as she tried to process what seemed to be the source of this unusual isolation. As one of the more introverted specimens of her race, it wasn't that she didn't appreciate spending time alone or with a few really good friends. Far from it. It just seemed odd, given that Achido didn't seem the type at all. And listening to his reasoning was even more confusing. Well... Konja wasn't exactly an expert at reading people. Otherwise, Achido's breaking away wouldn't have been surprising. But given what she knew about him, this really was odd. "I'm still rather new to society on this planet. But on mine, more food from more of our kinsmen meant more celebration. Do feasts work differently here...?"This wasn't really a feast, but food was of course an integral part of Saiyan society. Having to fight for survival everyday, whether it was against bad weather threatening the harvest, white fangs stealing cattle, or roab hunts that worked more like hunters taking turns wrestling the giant meat source one on one... Of course they would eat well. Ah, but there would be time for that later. Konja took the food with a slightly more noticeable smile than usual. "Well, that can wait. This food won't." Taco King's products were of course very familiar to her. Five of the seven days of the Earth week, she would speak their names into a mic or serve them herself. And taking a bite was starting to taste a lot like home... a new home, huh...? That was where they were headed now. In the distance, she spotted the rest of the gang on the other ship. Cayle using his tail to direct them to what was obviously a feast - no doubt a celebration of their rescue of more of their people - and Tiger Lily making the invitation as clear as day. Calling them by name. She took his hand, like back then in the temple. "You've probably already noticed Saiyan appetites can be very strong."A smile as she tucked the Taco Platter box under her other arm and started walking along the deck, hoping Achido would follow along as she pulled on his hand. She still had trouble flying, and like a plane, needed a bit of runway. Fortunately, decks were just fine. "And for the likes of us, there's no such thing as too much food. So come on! Let's add to this feast with our own offerings!"[424/1053] Ty Achido Cayle Pota Jack Pota
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Post by Achido on Aug 1, 2020 12:35:57 GMT -8
After taking a bite of the fresh taco, Achido listened to Konja and what she had said about the feast. It’s not like the teenager was enjoying the time away from his good friends, but he was upset that his food wasn’t going to be eaten by them because of all the other food that was presented to them. "You’re not wrong, Konja. I was just a little upset that I brought food that wouldn’t get shared. Either way, I was making a big deal out of nothing." He explained to the female saiyan.
With Konja accepting the Taco King platter, a smile stretched over the face of Achido. He wiped away his mouth with the napkin, but his attention was switched to the sound of Ty’s voice coming from the other ship. He quickly looked in her direction to see Cayle’s tail pointing out what looked like a real feast of a variety of different meals. Before the blonde teenager could speak up, he felt Konja take his hand in her own, causing him to look at her with a light blush covering his cheeks. Achido was rather shocked and unable to respond to her about how saiyans have a very strong appetite. It was not a lie, because the man had seen them all dig in at Cayle’s birthday party.
As Konja stood up and placed the Taco King box under her other arm, Achido stood up and followed close by with his hand still intertwined with her own. With her encouragement to join the others, he gave the woman a slight nod before responding. "I’m really glad you came over here to talk, Konja. I really needed this." He said, leaning in to kiss the saiyan female on the cheek.
Once Achido felt the sudden pull from his hand, Konja and Himself began to fly off toward the direction of the other boat. As they flew above the ocean below, he looked down to see dolphins swimming next to both of the ships. It caused him to smile, before putting his attention back on his friends. Achido glanced at Konja, seeing the raven haired saiyan focusing on the group in front of them made him blush even more.
Just as their feet touched down on the ship, Achido looked to all the food that was presented to them. His eyes widened a bit from just how much was there. Were they going to be able to finish it all off? Either way, he kept his hand placed with Konja’s and waved to Cayle, Ty, and the others.
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Post by Konja of Clan Korm on Aug 6, 2020 5:29:12 GMT -8
Achido explained what was going on on his own end, which was fair for someone who perhaps didn't quite just know the full extent of a Saiyan's appetite. That mass consumption at Cayle's birthday was not a one-off event. It was just another meal for a people who ate great amounts. And so, if he was going to get used to being around them, even the Taco Platter would be little more than an appetizer... if one offered with heartfelt sincerity. As Konja prepared to take them up, her friend - and now official sparring partner - gave his words of appreciation. Surely, most people would see it as a little thing. But as someone who spent as little time with people as possible, she was highly selective about who she spent that time with. Not just anyone would do. It had to be someone she felt she could be at ease with, someone she could trust. At least, that was why she came here. That was just the sort of person she was. Not too fond of people... but if relationships did foster at all, they would always be significant ones. For Konja, there were "friends", and there were "people". No such thing as 'acquaintances'. She might have professional working relationships with them, like the Taco King crew, of the dozen or so people she shared her shift with, nobody really stood out, and those forced "Team bonding events" only made it more awkward. She knew them by name and face, understood their strengths regarding the operation of the restaurant, and the like, but she never really spent much time asking about their personal matters. Even those bonding events would have her asking about things related to life at work, and no amount of prying from them managed to even crack her shell. And then, there were friends. Even in her own clan, she had few actual friends outside of her father. They tended to be comrades in the militia. After being pickled, there was now this new clan they were building. But even here, well... Outside of Cayle, the only other members of the clan she felt any friendship with were the ones who escaped the first bunker with them. A handful indeed. And of the people of Earth? Well, there was Achido. An honest to goodness friend. And if she was going to become Cayle's mate, certainly, Tiger Lily. Perhaps her family, if they had enough time. So one would not surprised if Konja did not send Achido flying with her fist in a comical fashion when he moved in close and touched his lips to her cheek. Nor did she reciprocate this gesture to him as most Earthlings might easily interpret. Mainly because she was utterly ignorant of courtship customs. Even the Saiyan ones on Planet Plant, she was rather clueless. How was she supposed to know that the couple who intertwined their tails together in a passionate dance were actually expressing their affection? Her father taught her to train her tail, because that was their people's weakest spot. She just assumed they were doing an unusual variation of tail training. And were he to kiss her on the lips? She might just kindly inform him that she did not require CPR. So how exactly did she take this act? Konja smiled as they took off, over water and the water and dolphins. "Thank you, Achido. I didn't realise I'd left some taco bits on that side of my face." It was sheer gratitude. The kind born of ignorance of any sort of romance. She didn't even blush. Perhaps what had just transpired was better explained by somebody on the other ship who had seen it, and knew what they just saw. They landed with at least a bit more practised precision than what she was used to, and Konja greeted them all with the waving hand. "Sorry for keeping you waiting. We're here!"She held up her hand, still twined with Achido's, and placed the Taco Platter box on them. "And here is our contribution to the feast!" Konja turned to Achido and tried to give him a smiling wink. Instead, she ended up blinking with both eyes. She really needed to practise these facial cues more... 710/1763 Achido Ty Cayle Pota Jack Pota
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