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Post by Juni on Oct 2, 2020 16:59:16 GMT -8
It had been two years since Clove Tea established Daruma Tea & Coffee at West City, as well as the specialty Frozen Tōrō Tea & Ice shop on a small island, located in the Southern Islands, near Papaya Island in order to cater to the observers of the World Martial Arts Tournament. The Tea Princess was planning a party for all her employees, she asked for her younger sister, and Fenrir to meet her at her private Yacht at the West City shipyard to make plans. It had only been a few months since she left Zen Estate in Oolong City, in that short period of time, she was tan again from being out in the sun in the southern islands. As she waited for her guests to arrive, she practiced her swordmanship, with a practice sword made of coral by the children of the employees at Frozen Tōrō.
Juniper was able to leave her quintuplets in the care of their grandmothers after they all argued about doing it together. It had been a while since the Dandelion Princess had been able to wear something else besides a kimono, and it felt quite liberating. In the two years it took to raise her children, she had to postpone her plans to see the world, and this was a great opportunity to revisit West City again with her dear friend Fenrir. Upon arrival she noticed she was the first, and boarded the docked yacht only to be met with a swing of white coral, instinctively ducking out of the way.
“It is good to see that you are still refining your martial arts, ane.” Juniper smiled as she took a seat on the edge of the yacht to observe.
“Well, the Tea Clan will still need my protection, now that you established your own clan, imouto” Clove placed the sword in an umbrella holder mounted against the wall of the ship. “I made your favorite mochi cakes. While I may have spent some time with Fenrir-san, I actually forgot to ask him what his favorite dessert is, do you know it?”
“I always imagined it was all of them.” Juniper chuckled, “Perhaps, we will both be enlightened by the answer when he arrives.”
A courier arrived to deliver a package to Clove which she signed and offered a tip which was denied. WIth a shrug she opened the package, finding a yellow jumpsuit, and a letter. It was from the horse beastman that Directed all the World Martial Arts Tournament endorsement commercials, as well as featuring the special desserts at her cafe, and she smiled at the opportunity.
“I have been invited to be part of a new Brussuls film, with the former champion of the world martial arts tournament. A relative of Toma Fudo and the main star of the Kakarot movies. Isn’t this exciting?!”
Juniper opened her mouth to speak, her upbringing as Tea clan descendant including knowing everyone in the Pig Demon Duchies, but at no point did Duke Toma Fudo mention his relationship with someone so famous, yet Clove knew about him, she had mixed feelings about it since she was practically holed up at Zen estate raising infant children until now.
“I can bring along other fighters who can potentially be in the film. How about it imotou?”
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Post by Deleted on Oct 3, 2020 7:05:29 GMT -8
He held the goggles in his hand. The same pair given to him by Koba Kalabasa.
Similar to the ones that orange-haired brat wore. No... her name was Tiger Lily.
His legs dangled over the edge of the tall building's roof where he sat. The busy city bustled with life many stories below. Cars whizzed past, picking up and dropping off people who looked as insignificant as ants from up there—as insignificant as these goggles.
He should just chuck them over the side. So... why didn't he?
"Hey!" A rude shout interrupted his reverie. "You can't be up here!"
Barlei glanced over his shoulder, spying a group of muscle-bound, tough-looking men wearing tank tops and gym shorts. They all looked oddly similar... Oh, right. Barlei glanced at the crumpled poster in his fist.
That Brussels guy. That's why he came here.
Barlei stretched and yawned, looking outright bored. "Alright. Let's get this over with... idiots."
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Post by Fenrir on Oct 4, 2020 12:00:52 GMT -8
West City had not changed much in two years. In fact, it didn't appear to change at all. It was still crowded, full of people, and the air was filled with the symphony of life in a city - lots of noise, beeping horns, music, the chatter of the populace, the loud battering of a jackhammer of a muscled up construction worker tearing up a chunk of sidewalk, that kind of music to a city dweller.
There were so many people on the sidewalk, going about their business. Most of them did not pay him much attention, although a few did peer over as he walked past. Fenrir was hard to miss, the man was over seven feet tall, having gained at least a solid two inches of height in the past two years, leaving him at a proper seven foot one inch tall. Still, aside from that little growth spurt, he had not really changed much.
Well, that was not entirely true. The tall light haired wolf was walking through the city, his eyes trailing over the people around him, from time to time stopping to appreciate a good view - a saiyan man walking down the street, making his way towards the very same gym that Clove and Fenrir met Cilan in - clad in comfortable workout shorts that really accentuated his... eh... He kept walking. He wasn't clad in his usual red leather outfit. He had gone out for a nice walk wearing something different, something new. Something that two years ago he wouldn't have considered wearing. But, lately, he found himself wearing it every once in a while. Pinstriped pants and a blazer paired well with a black vest over a crimson buttoned up shirt; the whole look was brought together with a white tie tucked conspicuously behind the vest.
He wore a pair of simple lenses; they were not for eye correction, they turned dark whenever they were hit with direct sunlight. It was something that he found more than amusing when he was perusing a store not long ago - and by more than amusing, he almost gushed about them like a child seeing a puppy in a pet shop window. He bought them and had worn them since.
He was out there for a reason. He had a mission to accomplish; a personal one, to be specific. He wanted to find something, a vehicle with which he could make his vision reality. Unfortunately for Fenrir, thus far, he had not found anything that fit his vision, nothing that fit his needs. He had gone to several merchants selling vehicles but had found nothing.
It really was aggravating. He needed to find the perfect vehicle to house his vision or else it won't work, it just won't happen. An annoyed sigh left him as he reached the corner of the street and he waited as cars drove by. As he stood there, he wondered how everyone else was doing; all of the people he had not seen in two years give or take. How was Cilantro holding up? How was that Gardener doing? The one that could talk to plants? He always wondered if the plants talked back. Then there were the Tea Sisters, Juniper and Clove. How were those two holding up? Especially Juniper, whom he last recalled telling him that she was getting married or was married or something along the lines of that to that one very somber looking samurai guy, Kuma? Koba? Koma? He didn't quote remember his name. Did they get married? Did they have children? How many kids would they have? Juniper was so... well she looked so innocent but there was a side to her that always sent a tingle racing down the wolf deity's spine; it wasn't arousal, nothing like that. Well, ok, partially like that. But, it was also a sense of strength and danger and respect, and a sense of awe that always overcame him whenever he saw the woman's true form, her true demonic visage. It was both beautiful and frightening, and he loved to gaze upon it.
Maybe she would be a great person to ask for help finding a vehicle? She did have far more connections than he did. Plus, she had more experience in running a restaurant or a business than he did.
The light changed and Fenrir crossed.
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Post by Nase on Oct 9, 2020 15:40:31 GMT -8
Though he still felt sore from the recent spar he just had, Nase would find himself walking around West City again after finishing his bet with Waka. Looking around, the place really hadn't changed much since the last time he came. Bustling groups of people he had to push past, really tall buildings and memories of being hunted, whether by a gang that had seemingly disbanded, or by a certain gluttonous fox. Good times. Good times. As it turned out, Nase had just finished upholding his side of bet, which involved being the one to cook for the winner, a promise he was made sure to keep afterwards. "All of that just for breakfast, huh? I can't believe I let that Adelaide talk me into that... At least the actual spar was fun. She should have gotten some fun out of watching us butt heads like that."As Nase spoke about it, he remembered the large amount of work he had endured in making all of that food at once. His arms still felt weak... or maybe that was from the explosions he had to block. Whichever was worse. "I'm not sure I've eaten that much food this week, much less in one sitting. You really are something else." Walking through the large foreign city, Nase would seemingly be kept out of sight, due to the fact that the previously mentioned giant woman he had interacted with was actually there with him after they left Adelaide back in what seemed to be a hospital. Huh, maybe he should have asked about her condition when he noticed she was in a wheelchair. Nah... That wasn't any of his business. Either way, to Nase at least, being taken out of the public view was actually a bonus. He didn't usually enjoy being the focus of attention at any point, and after what had transpired earlier that day, he didn't really want to interact with anyone who saw him get beaten or princess carried out of the park. He was willing to not be reminded about that for a while. Much too embarrassing."Welp, you got any plans after this? I just travelled here, but I'm not sure on what to do now that I have time. I guess I'll just drift along for now, like I normally do."Thinking back on it, nothing Nase had done recently had any overarching purpose to it, just him going from place to place and finding jobs and/or fights as he went. Was this truly the life of a martial artist? He couldn't complain about it, but he wondered if he'd ever find anything big to work towards later on. Time would just have to tell, and if this was just all that being a martial artist meant to him, being a street fighter was something he could get behind. "Hm, what to do now..."Walking with his arms behind his head, Nase's line of thought was soon cut off as the two "delinquents'" path was cut off by something the boy of the group was taken aback by. Quickly and without any warning more than doors being flung open right in front of the two, a man was flung out the gym that a Saiyan had just entered. Shocked by this, Nase stood and watched as the man stood up slowly and turned their way to pass through, but stopped when he saw the two figures in his way. Actually, he was in their way first. Watching as the man stopped in what looked to be fear as he looked up to the two, Nase saw as he only broke from this to run in the opposite direction. Was he afraid of Waka? Feeling a slight headache, he put his hand against his temple, unknowingly stopping the eerie yellow glow that was coming from his eyes as he locked eyes with that man. Luckily, the annoyance had already been on its way. "That was strange, huh?"As he went to make light of the situation, his eye was caught by seeing someone standing on the roof of a building, talking with others that seemed... aggressive? He couldn't tell what they were doing yet, but he knew something was about to happen soon. "Hey, I think some entertainment's about to start. Wanna watch?"Maybe he had been interacting with too many bad influences after all.
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Post by Wakana Waka on Oct 13, 2020 8:38:59 GMT -8
At a glance, Waka was the same as always – hulking, aloof, and with an expression as much character as the asphalt. But, at this point, Nase probably knew better than that… and, compared to her usual demeanour, there was the extra glow to her; she was more relaxed and pleased than usual. It was almost like the mannerisms of a cat, but with a little more honesty to it. Suffice to say, the Beastman was all too pleased to have been treated to breakfast. Even more so because it was cooked for her, rather than some pick-up. Not that she minded eating out! But…food cooked just for you was much more fun.
Thankfully by now she’d run out of steam for her obsessive reviews, so she was back to her usual rumbling self. Just on a full stomach this time. And, maybe a tiny bit more smug. ”Yeah, yeah. You don’t get my stunn'ng looks by fast'ng, puppy. 'sides, the bet was fair. If you’d gott'n a few more hits in, I would’ve been the one in the apr'n. Wond'r how you’d be look'ng now if that were the case, huh?” teased the fox, albeit a little more good-naturedly now. ”As for a day out… hm, well, I still got work to do, don’t get me wrong. I gotta have a lot of hustles goin' at once to hold down a place here in Centr'l. But… as it is, I can make some time to play with you. I don’t get to just hang out with people much…”
Feeling a bit bashful about her admission, the huge girl zoned out for a bit – hopefully Nase was more attentive, or else he might get knocked her hips again. Suffice to say, while he might have the life of a martial artist, she had the life of a thug. She didn’t get too much time to think about much beyond her next paycheck… though, her little handiwork project was something, at least. Having a place she wasn’t paying out the mouth for would be nice, at least, even if it was a ways away. ”Well, if you’re just look'ng for someth'ng to do, I could prob'bly talk to some folks I know –“
But, Waka’s answer to Nase’s mere musings was cut off similarly – eh, trouble at a gym, as usual. The boy’s thought might have been right on the money, too, as between the two of them most anyone would have to do a fair bit of looking up to face them. Unsurprisingly, Waka just figured it was the usual response to her looks from anyone with a bit less of a spine, too… she didn’t quite catch the glint of those eyes. She didn’t reply to Nase’s remark, either, though. Instead, she was distracted by a buzz from her pocket…
Revealing a comically tiny and old mobile phone that had no right to still exist, and really raised questions as to how Waka could type with its archaic number pad at all, Waka awkwardly tried to read the message on the tiny screen – ”Um… I think we can spare a few min'tes, but looks like we’ve got a hot date with that waitr'ss that was giv'ng you the eyes, puppy. Or, giv'ng me the eyes? Can’t rem'mber, gonna be hon'st…” mused Waka, sounding a little uncharacteristically meek about the matter – ”I can be a punch'ng bag any day, and you’re easy on the eyes, but… do you really think we have any of this – ‘star power’?”
Seriously… she wasn’t sure if this offer was a scam or a joke, but… she couldn’t argue with a paycheck. And, well… she couldn’t deny that her looks were at least – novel.
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Post by Juni on Oct 14, 2020 18:50:18 GMT -8
Clove excitedly left to change out of her swim wear below the deck of her yacht, Juniper turned to notice Fenrir was close by, and was soon to arrive. The Dandelion clan Princess waited patiently for the wolf deity to arrive and for her older sister to join her. As soon as Clove returned dressed in a yellow track suit with black sporty line designs, she picked up Juniper in her arms, and flew off into the distance. It had been a while since she was last up in the air with someone who mastered the sky dance art, so it was a strange feeling being treated this way, because she had not developed the ability herself.
In the distance she spotted Fenrir, approaching him directly at a fast speed, until Clove suddenly stopped right in time putting Juniper back down in the vertical position.
“Change of plans, I was just invited by Director Cabbage to be in the next Brussulus movie, I can bring anyone with me as an extra. Do you want to come with us, Fenrir-san? I promise it will be worth your while.” Clove spoke with enthusiasm, next to the tall tan skinned woman, was her younger pale skinned demure sister.
“Good afternoon, Fenrir-san. It is good to see you and that you have great taste in style.” Juniper smiled sweetly, even tilting her head in appreciation of his clothing choice, completely unfazed by the change of plans as long as she spent her time around the people she cared about. This was the first time the wolf deity was around both Tea sisters at the same time.
At no point did she figure it would be overwhelming for anyone due to their clash in different personalities as demon women but she was about to find out from observation. The mystic slid her hands in her pockets, as she waited for him to answer her older sister, who had stars in her eyes from the glorious actor that was related to Duke Toma Fudo.
Brussulus was not someone who would fall asleep in the middle of the set from all the movies he had been featured in. He was a hard working full blooded saiyan who was gifted with talent, filming Kakarot movies based on a screenplay developed by Capsule Corp.
All the stories which Juniper never paid attention to, she was certain there was a shadow puppet theater rendition of the stories of a legendary saiyan who collected seven magical balls to make the ultimate wish to save earth from destruction, in Little vegeta which was a favorite of the Oolong City locals. After raising her quintuplets for the past two years, she had been learning more about Emperor Pilaf and his rendition of the seven magic dragon balls while a monkey boy interfered with his exploration of the world. All of her children preferred the Emperor Pilaf children’s story books, while the Capsule corp made Kakarot comics appealed to Kokeshi, who was the serious son who admired his father Koma the most. [502] [3,288/14,000] @null Fenrir Nase Wakana Waka
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Post by Deleted on Oct 15, 2020 5:36:43 GMT -8
What a mess. An absolute train wreck.
Bodies littered the gravel roof top, strewn about in varying degrees of injury. A cacophony of pained groans and heightened agony filled the air—the one clear sign they hadn't all been killed. One of the muscular men in particular crooned and keened for his life, groveling before the brutal warrior who held him up by the scruff of his tank top.
"P-P-Please! Don't hurt me! I-I was just d-doing my job!"
Barlei frowned. He hated when they groveled. Was it supposed to stir his compassion? He had none. It had died with his old life, eight hundred years ago.
"You might be a loser, but at least be a man about it."
"W-W-Wait! I'll give you anything you want. You want money? Fame?" He scrutinized Barlei with frightened eyes. "Y-Yeah! You look like him! Same as the rest of us! You could be a stunt double, too. I can take you to Director Cabbage—"
Barlei released the man's shirt, allowing him to fall just enough to clamp a big hand over his mouth. He held him there in the air, dangling helplessly.
He ignored the man's muffled cries as he studied the wrinkled poster in his hand. Brussels the Muscles. He was supposed to be some big shot descendant of some infamous legendary warrior. Barlei had never heard of such a warrior so it was probably a lie.
Brussels did look formidable though. He had the eyes of a Saiyan who bore a keen fighting instinct. He had nothing better to do with his day. Why not go fight this guy?
"Alright." He released the man who crumpled to the ground in gratitude. "Take me to this director of yours. I'll play long but just enough to find this Brussels guy, you got that?"
The stunt man nodded enthusiastically. "No tricks, I promise!"
"Yeah, yeah... we'll see."
He shoved his hands into his jean pockets, following the guy to the roof access stairwell leading into the lower depths of the producer's executive building. As he did, he caught a glimpse of an odd pair watching him. He stared back for a second before shrugging, slipping into the stairwell.
It took ages for him to understand what the hell they were talking about.
He didn't understand what a feature film was or why anyone would want to be a movie star for that matter. Why would people pay money to go watch you pretend to do something noteworthy?
He didn't understand these Earthlings.
But it came with money, fame, and prestige. He did need money, and it'd put him within striking distance of Brussels the Muscles. What a stupid name. That guy had better be worth all of the effort.
Barlei pushed his way into the room reserved for stunt doubles and movie extras. A table laden with food lined the back wall, adjacent to an area housing coffee, water, and other small drinks. Some of the men he'd beaten up earlier were there: their bodies bandaged but egos battered beyond repair.
They made sure to give him a wide berth as he entered, making a beeline for the snack table. He'd been shoved into a stupid T-shirt with the word "DOUBLE" imprinted upon the back, stretched taut over his athletic frame.
The least they could do was let him eat all he wanted.
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Post by Fenrir on Oct 15, 2020 15:00:22 GMT -8
Now that he thought about it, he didn't just need the transport, the vehicle with which to carry his vision forward. Fenrir needed more than that. Oh, so much more. There were so many more things on top of the roving vehicle that he needed. He needed appliances. He needed top of the line. He needed ingredients, that part was easier than the vehicle. He knew where to get those. He knew some real cute store owners whom he could sweet talk into giving him good deals on quality ingredients; they always swooned at his silver tongue. But, he never took advantage of them; sure, he was glad to take a deal, but he never went too low. He made sure that they made a profit. After all, why screw them twice?
He had been so busy thinking that for a moment, he forgot the world around him. And then it all came back to him when a familiar pair of voices and energies caught the near seven foot tall wolf deity's attention.
A grin crossed his face as he raised his eyes up from the floor in front of him; which, with grand luck for him, allowed him to peer up along the shapely legs of both of the sisters that stood before him. He had spent time with them both, with Juniper and Clove on separate occasions. But, having them both in front of him at the same time, his eyes tracing up and over their figures as he rose them up from the ground to their faces.
Oh, that's right. He was going to also meet up with the two siblings that day. How could he have been so foolish as to forget his plans to spend the day with them? He had planned on asking them for some assistance; nothing too major, just some references. But, now, there appeared to be some plans. something about being invited to star in a movie?
"Oh?" He arched his brow in a look of curiosity, "Well, you do certainly fit the part; I wonder if it's an action movie. You look the type to mow through a room full of mooks like those movies that I've seen some of the estate workers watching in the break room. They seem to enjoy martial arts movies on their downtime." He won't lie, some of the movies were quite interesting; they had decent plot, but the fight sequences were always so perfectly choreographed. Sure, some of the fighting was excessively showy, a lot of flair and showmanship, but it was at least fun to watch it all.
The grin on his face was one that both of these women were very familiar with, it was a warm but playful smile, a toothy one, revealing the man's elongated canines, "Been a while, by the way. The tan suits you." He peered over at Juniper, "I would be delighted to join you. To be honest, I need to take a break from what I was doing. I've seem to have hit a wall." He said with a hint of a frown on his face, "I didn't think that finding a vehicle would be this difficult, if I'm being honest."
Juniper had commented on his style and he peered at his clothing, grinning, fixing his tie a bit, "Oh? It was an outfit that was recommended to me by one of the young women that work at the estate. She had asked me to accompany her to buy some specific ingredients. We were passing a shop window and she pointed it out. She said it would suit me. She was right. Plus, I figure I may as well change it up once in a while rather than wear the same red number all the time."
The grinning, and intrigued, Wolf did enjoy wearing that red leather outfit though. It was one of a very few personal possessions that he kept rather close to his heart. "So, lead the way, ladies. I'm curious to see what a man named Brussels the Muscles looks like in person."
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Post by Nase on Oct 19, 2020 19:12:41 GMT -8
"Was I really that close to winning? You sure were good at hiding that."Met with retaliation after Nase poked fun at Waka, the martial artist smirked as he continued walking down a road he wasn't even sure of the name. Being in this wild place just made it interesting just to walk around. "More work, eh? Hm, I probably should end up looking for some of that myself after this. I'm not broke or anything, but just walking around until someone asks for help isn't the most secure position of business."While speaking, the alien cyborg noticed how Waka looked away slightly once she mentioned her usual solidarity, and nodded his head as he took note of that, barely avoiding her tail as it absentmindedly moved around by the unfocused fox continued on ahead. He didn't know much of her life outside of her supposed 'thuggery', but Nase for one was one who knew not to pry into someone's life if they didn't feel like talking. And he still remembered the face she made the last time he talked about her past. It still intrigued him how she came from the same side of the world as he was. He guessed he'd just wait until she wanted to talk about it; even if it took forever. At this point, Nase had remarked of the tense aura that surrounded Barlei as the angry men approached him. Well, he sure got more than he bargained for. Eyes glued at the display ahead of him, Nase watched as the unnamed man quickly went into action attacking all of the... construction workers? Roadies? Either way, the samurai looking man surrounded by them sure didn't hold himself back against the group. Nase thought of saying something or calling out to ask what was going on, but he was just in awe. The fact that this guy was just willing to do this in the full view of everyone below him made Nase not even able to speak from the audacity. Was anyone else seeing this, or was he just imagining it? After watching this movie-like scene play out to its completion, Nase flinched once he saw the man meet eyes with him before coming off the building he was standing, leaving the large group of men he fought knocked out and laid out along the roof, all groaning as they baked in the bright day's sun. "Well, that was... Did you... West City sure is weird."Turning away from the now finished brawl, Nase tried to think of something to say, when Waka brought out her hilariously small phone and made Nase aware of invitation on it. Star power? As in acting? That was so out of left-field for him that Nase felt he needed further clarification. "Eh? What are you talking about?"Looking past Waka, Nase saw a crumpled poster of 'Brussuls the Muscles' fall from the roof that the had left a while back. Was she actually serious? Nase was so focused on this that he almost didn't notice Waka bringing up the demon princess again. It truly had been a long time since they had met again, and just like Waka, it'd be interesting to see how different the two of them had gotten in the relatively short time frame. And also, Clove was on Nase's short list of people he found 'tolerable to be around', so it would at least be a positive to meet the shop owner again. "I'm... guessing you mean Clove by that. Is she really serious? Huh..."Glancing around the area they were in, he could see them at all. But they had to be close, right? Hmmm, that was giving him an idea. "Wait a minute... I think I have an idea. Let me try and show off for a second."Losing his smirk and focusing his energy into a single point, Nase began to radiate a slight translucent green aura around him as he continued to push his energy out into his surroundings. Closing his eyes tightly, he remembered when he first met Clove, her forwardness about her ability shocked him and how she mentioned that as to avoid any issues with theives or any other attackers, she always had her full energy signature released and never attempted to suppress it while she was out. If that was still true, the through this crowd of relatively average people, it should be easy to find one power level as powerful as her's... Hold on, why were there two of them? While the second one wasn't as strong as the first, Nase still recognized it as a powerful energy signature that matched, or even beat his and Waka's if he was selling it too short. And even stranger, there was another one that appeared to reach almost 20k in kili too! Who on earth were these people?! "I... found them."Still in his sort of trance, Nase began taking steps forward like this as he felt the ki signatures becoming more and more clear. Continuing on his way, the dark-haired man let his senses guide him along the path, not being able to see how much confusion he made. He would just have to hope that Waka could catch up to him, or at least keep track of him. Eventually, he felt the signatures strong enough that he could tell that they were just around the corner. "Here."Opening his eyes once again, Nase took a moment before gaining his bearings once again on where he was. Well, that sure was trippy, but it seemingly worked out, so he was fine with it. Quickly shaking his head to clear his thoughts, Nase turned the corner and almost crashed into the back of some tall figure ahead of him. "Oh, sorry."Now looking up, Nase got a good look at the three who were gathered in front of him. The person he almost collided with was towering over the two people he was talking to, and now that he was there, he was in his shadow too. Man, hanging around these people was going to make Nase develop a complex. At least the other two weren't seven-foot like the rest. Recognizing the woman in the back, albeit, with much different clothes and a tan deeper than even his own, Nase waved a visibly augmented hand to her and smiled. "Hey, been a while, hasn't it? I see you've kept the full power thing going on..."Looking at the final member of the three, Nase saw this girl that he wasn't even sure was a full adult yet. This other girl in a large jacket, while small, had Nase conflicted as she was definitely one of three with the extreme power levels he sensed previously. She seemed cute enough, but looking at her next to Clove, he started noticing some of their similarities. Were they related? "(I wonder what her deal is.)"Welp, mafia princess or not, they seemed to be friends, so they should at least be trustworthy. "So, what's going on? I heard about something about a movie or something? By the way... who're your friends?"Nase knew next to nothing about how movies worked, but he felt like whatever this was, was at least enough to be entertaining.
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Post by Wakana Waka on Oct 20, 2020 8:04:59 GMT -8
Unlike her company, Waka wasn’t so focussed on the slugfest – sure, it wasn’t an everyday occurrence, but West City was a big place, and there were no shortage of people keen on a fight. Especially with the WMAT already showing up in advertising… what a sham. All kinds of kids getting addicted to fighting… she couldn’t approve of it. Sure, she could spar herself – but, for her, it was because she hadn’t much choice. No education, no career, no skills; just all dumb muscle. She pointedly looked away from the carnage. It was bad manners to get involved in stuff like that. ”…Let sleepin' Saiyan lie, Nase. Noth'ng worse than a pr'ckly punk that’s trump'd up on adren'lin'. Even if you want a scuffle… it’ll nev'r be worth the eff'rt, prom'se.”
She could vouch for that, too. One broken arm from a stupid street brawl was one too many.
Waka merely gave a shrug as Nase asked about Clove’s intentions – she’d only met her once, so she didn’t wanna speak too soon. But, the fox was admittedly a bit used to this sort of trouble. While stoic, she was hard to miss, and it didn’t take much to tell she was hungry for any kind of paying job… so, she was easy to pick for this sort of work. Which suited her just fine. Like they always said, it was who you know, not what you know. As if anyone would ever ask about romance novels or the like…
The fox would merely lean back as her companion took the lead, using his senses rather blatantly. He obviously had more finesse with his ki than Waka, but… Waka didn’t like to throw it around like that in the first place. As unbelievable as it was for her to say… she liked having a low profile. ”Caught the scent already? Hope we don’t end up chasin' a car on foot, but I guess I could use the workout. Go on then, Fido. Take us home.” grumbled Waka, seeming less than thrilled about just hoping to barge in on their contacts – but, she didn’t have the heart to just dismiss Nase’s efforts. It wasn’t like she had much of a better idea, besides going to the shoot location and hoping for the best…
Thankfully, Nase needn’t worry about losing the fox, even as unpredictable as his path ended up being. For some strange reason, people tended to get out of Waka’s way, and in spite of her size and lethargic nature she wasn’t exactly out of shape. She reckoned she’d made that quite clear to the android earlier! She’d obediently follow his lead until he finally came to a stop – though, admittedly, it wasn’t like she could miss Clove once she was in sight, either. She kinda… stood out from the crowd. Especially dressed up like that. In spite of herself, Waka glanced away bashfully – damn, she wished she was anywhere near that confident…
”Yo. I got your mess'ge, and happ'ned to be around the puppy while I was at it…” rumbled Waka, pointedly standing behind Nase and keeping a bit of distance between the group and her – she, too, could feel those power levels; though much less accurately than her friend. Celebrities… or, more likely, trouble. She got the feeling there was another reason she’d be a pick for a punching bag on set now. ”And comp'ny, too… you pick winn'rs, don’t you? I feel like I’m in a real big pond…”
Though she tried to let Nase do the talking, Waka’s drooping eyes were on Clove’s comrades. She was no fool – she read the newspapers, the fashion blogs, and more.
The tall – well, for anyone else – punk with the jacket; that was some little Western Lands’ breakout. He’d showed up on a few fashion blogs; some weird café fashion star or something. She didn’t pretend to get the novelties of Western Lands’ culture. Guess it added up that his next step would be trying to slip into a movie role after some success in advertising. She had to be honest, when she’d first seen it, the suit had been pretty dapper… but, she didn’t find the bad boy look appealing, personally. Sugar-coated short guys were more her strike zone.
Now, on the other hand, those two – she had it figured out now that she had both of them in the picture. That Clove, she’d seen her in adverts since then, too; and that business card had been of great help too. The Tea Family… Clove was easy to look into, she had her own brand and so on. But, that girl… Juniper, she was a much tougher character to pin down. Waka wasn’t too knowledgeable about the West, but she’d heard some nonsense with the Duchies had involved that girl and the Teas. Anything that Grand Duke was involved in was going to be news, but admittedly, she didn’t know much else than those bits and pieces. The rest she was aware of was all business articles… and those gave her a headache. She figured she’d settle with ‘big Western Lands rich kids’, and leave it at that.
That certainly explained the movie roles, in any case.
Pausing in thought, Wakana considered her next move – she wanted to keep her head above the water, sure, but she didn’t want to get too involved with Duchie politics on top of her dealings with West City’s own crime. Best to just keep it civil. Western Lands folks liked politeness and stuff, right? ”Wakana Waka… that’d be me. So long as there’s pay, I’m not gonn' be picky, so just point me in the right d'rection. Though… sunlight’s tick'ng away. Bett'r head to the green room soon'r rather than lat'r. Don’t wanna mess with any prima donna types, right?”
Only now was it dawning on her. A movie role, huh… she didn’t want it to get to her head, but… that was kind of cool, wasn’t it?
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Post by Juni on Oct 23, 2020 5:37:44 GMT -8
Upon meeting Fenrir, Juniper’s eyes flashed from cobalt blue to red, she figured she could peer into his chakras since they were readily available to her. From the first time they met in the West City Sauna, the chakras remained unchanged, it was impressive, though it seemed his third eye had improved significantly, as if he was awoken to something that he held dear.
Clove chimed in at Fenrir’s thought of a martial arts movie, “No way! Brussuls the Muscles isn’t showy or fake, he is choreographed by his old man who is a martial artist who won the World Martial Arts Tournament, and his manager is a Son descendant from the Eastern Lands. I honestly think you will be a fan when you meet him, Fenrir-san. I will bet my zeni on it.” The tea princess smiled when he complimented her tan, “Thank you, I have been spending long periods of time in the sun.”
While Fenrir spoke with them while they walked to the studio together, Clove noticed two familiar customers approach, and she waved at them both as they walked over.
Juniper watched Fenrir frown for the first time, her passive expression changed to a concerned one, they were both the type of people to always hold a smile. It was surprising for him to seem so melancholy, she reached out, and took his arm by the elbow for her to hold in assurance.
“My husband Koma and I recently had to purchase new vehicles to accommodate our growing family at Capsule corp. After we finish with the film shoot, to take a break from your search, I highly recommend we go to Capsule corp together so that your vision is made into reality, Fenrir-San.” The tiny demon woman smiled at him while hugging his arm.
Upon the arrival of Nase and Waka, Juniper peered into their chakras finding the tan young man’s unreadable, but the giant fox woman was quite something else her heart was beating rather fast, and she was uncertain it was due to her size as a beast woman nearly towering of Fenrir who was also quite tall. Clove stood six feet with her platform sneakers, everyone else was around her sister’s height or Fenrir, she felt rather small for a change but hardly intimidated.
“Greetings.” Juniper spoke up, “I am Juniper Dandelion Tea. I understand you know my older sister Clove Tea. It is nice to meet you. This is our dear friend Fenrir Vulk, who resides with us at our family estate in the Western Lands, as a mystic healer I have been putting my abilities into practice with able bodied martial artists and the like who have also taken residence at Zen Estate. I plan to publish my findings into a book someday but it is still in progress.”
Clove clapped her hands together, with everyone present, the shoot as extras for the film will really stand out as everyone had a colorful appearance that would be pleasing on the big screen. “These are my loyal customers Waka and Nase." Clove introduced them to her sister and Fenrir then turned back to face the pair, "You two have to come with us to the studio, I have been asked by Director Cabbage, to play a small role in the next Kakarot film, and I can bring anyone who can fight to take part of the scene that is being filmed today. Please come, you will both love it, and Brussuls is just a dream to look at, believe me.”
In her excitement she turned to walk down the street, showing her invitation to a large studio lot adjacent to the warehouse district.
Upon being admitted access by security, the set was made to look like the peak of a mountain, the lighting was so intense it looked like daylight despite it being indoors, and Brussuls stood center staged using a bit of ki in his fist to smash a rock that was being thrown by Barlei while he wore a shirt that said DOUBLE in his back. It was realistic that someone who was capable of throwing the rocks at the main star for him to use actual defensive techniques. [699] [7,454/14,000]
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Post by Deleted on Oct 23, 2020 20:31:41 GMT -8
He'd been on Earth for months now. Each passing day brought more trouble, more confusion, and fewer answers than the day before. He had almost given up on ever finding a purpose.
His tireless search finally came an end. Barlei found the reason he was plucked from the obscurity of time and thrust into a new life he never asked for.
All of life prepared him for this one moment.
And it was glorious.
Brussels the Muscles. It wasn't a pun at all. The giant of a Saiyan walked into the casting room, followed closely behind by Director Cabbage. His short spiky hair was jet black, framing a wide and strong babyface. There was a look of intensity in his eyes as they swept over all of the actors and stunt doubles standing in the room. His gaze settled on Barlei. Barlei stared back, eyes widened to have been caught in such a compromising position: he held a large meat and cheese platter in one arm and was stuffing his face with his free hand. His cheeks were puffed out in comical fashion, filled to their brim. Not exactly how he wanted to meet his future rival, but a good platoon leader always planned for the unexpected. He swallowed the massive lump of food, beating a fist against his chest to help force it the rest of the way down. That didn't work. He dropped the tray onto the ground and hefted the large punch bowl to his lips, taking huge gulps of punch until he drained the entire bowl in seconds. Most of it spilled down his front, staining his shirt red. These people probably thought he was some uncultured swine, but that was fine by him. "Ah." He smacked his lips, running the back of his hand across his mouth. "Alright, you big bastard. I think it's about time you and I—" Barlei's words fell short as he noticed that Brussels was gone. Leaving behind an irritated looking director.
"Can I fight him?" "No." "Why not?" "Because you were hired to be his stunt double, not fight him!" "So? What's that got to do with anything? I wanna fight him." "Enough! Go... stand over there!" Director Cabbage pointed toward a group of other extras. "And try not to break anything! Everything on this set costs more than you'd make in a lifetime. And stop throwing rocks at my star lead!" Barlei frowned, shoving his hands into his pockets. His shoulders slumped as he sulked his way over to the small group. He recognized two of them—they bore witness to the savage beating he'd given a bunch of the stunt doubles earlier, most of which opted out of the role altogether. "Can you believe this guy?" He drew a silver flask out of his back pocket and unscrewed the cap before taking a long swig of the booze. "Mmm. That's good sake. Any of you want a go at it?" He shook the flask at the group, never taking his eyes off of Brussels. "Big son of a bitch, isn't he? Hope he can take a punch because I fully plan to kick his ass." It didn't seem to bother him that perhaps the little group might find him a bit rough around the edges. "I'm Barlei. Normally I wouldn't bother with names, seeing as I only came to fight the big guy—" He glanced at the tall silver-haired fellow, then the giant fox woman. "—the other big guy. But there's a half-Saiyan brat who'd get on my case if I didn't. So there ya go."
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Post by Fenrir on Oct 25, 2020 21:16:22 GMT -8
He had been speaking to Clove and Juniper when he felt something; it was someone running into him from behind. Or, more like they bumped into him. At least, that is what it felt like to him. He wasn’t even budged from his spot. The seven foot tall wolf wouldn’t have even noticed it if he was paying even less attention to his surroundings; he did, admittedly, at times get so distracted when doing something that he did at times forget his surroundings. Talking to a pair of attractive sisters would usually put him in that state.
He didn’t get angry, however. Why would he? The person had only bumped into him. Then again, he was standing there, at the corner, so he was somewhat obstructing the way, and it would be difficult for someone to see him as they made the turn. It was really more of a surprise that this was the first person to do it so far, what with the amount of crowding on the street.
Peering over his shoulder, first, and then turning to fully face the person, Fenrir bowed his head apologetically. Although Nase had apologized, Fenrir bowed down a bit, “No, no need to apologize. I was standing in your way. Sorry about that. I should probably move.” He then shifted his body, moving himself a bit out of the way, making it so if anyone were to make the turn, they would have more space to walk around and they would be able to see him rather than having him standing in a blind spot.
The young man who had bumped into him did appear to know Clove and Juniper; or at least, he knew Clove. He allowed his eyes to fall immediately onto the woman and then he peered over at Juniper, his facial expression, if Fenrir was reading it correctly, showed that he knew one but was not quite sure about the other.
Not long after he made his appearance, a rather tall woman with fox ears appeared, standing behind him. His eyes fluttered from one, Nase, to the other, Waka, and he had to admit, both had their own appealing qualities. Nase had a rather boyish look to him, an attractive face, and the tall one had a good build, a pretty face, and while she looked to be bored, he couldn’t help but wonder about her. She was interesting, at least from what he could see of her so far.
The two of them certainly had faces that would fit into any movie.
The young woman, the very tall one, introduced herself as Waka. Interesting name, wonder where she came from? His brain was ticking away. He politely bowed, this time not out of apology, but out of friendly greeting, “Lovely to meet you, the pleasure is mine,” He stood upright and rubbed his chin. It appeared that the tall fox girl was eager to get the show on the road and that she too was possibly going to be in the movie, “I had never really considered being in a film. I wonder if they would even bother putting me in; I’m not exactly a big name.”
Until that moment, the idea that they were all going to go to a movie set, and perhaps be in the movie since Clove had been invited to be there, had not fully dawned on him. He just felt like a tourist, going to visit the lot, take some pictures, maybe even get an autograph from the Muscles individual - and perhaps if he played his cards right, he would get more than an autograph if the guy was cute enough and was interested - but, being in a movie? That was a whole different ball game.
“Oh? Well, if you say I’ll like him, then I can’t wait to see this Brussels then. Hm, if he’s called the Muscles then he must be pretty fit. I may take a gander at him and enjoy the view.”
He peered over at Juniper, she had wrapped herself around one of his arms, gripping him at the elbow. The contact did cause a bit of a reaction - the tiniest faintest streak of flush raced across his nose - and the frown that had been on his face not long ago was quickly forgotten by him.
“I’ll gladly accept any and all help. I’ve never been to Capsule Corp before, but I hear good things - and congratulations on the growing family. How many little ones do you have?” He knew that Juniper and Koma had gotten married; in fact, she had broken that news to him quite a while back, when she visited him at one of the hostels in which he was staying and he had offered her some tea. To think that Koma and her worked so fast to have a number of kids, it was cute. He had to admit. The two appeared happy together and, more importantly to Fenrir, she was happy.
Fenrir had been about to introduce himself when Clove did the job for him, so when she mentioned his name, he grinned as per the usual, a wide broad toothy smile as he waved warmly to the other two, Nase and Waka. It appears that everyone was there, so they could begin heading to the studio.
Once they arrived, Fenrir got a glimpse of the star of the show, as well as someone else; but the main lead caught his attention first.
“Oh, you’re right, he is quite the sight to behold.” He tapped his chin, allowing his eyes to devour the view before him; tall, well built, with a cute face. He didn’t even hide his interest as he tilted his head to the side and snuck a peek at the man’s backside, “Hm, not bad. It’s a good thing I didn’t bet zenni on this, I’d owe you money,” He commented to Clove as a joke.
Then there was Barlei. Fenrir did not really notice what the man did, in terms of annoying the director and bothering Brussels. But, he did take note of the man once he made himself known.
He was an interesting looking person; and from the look of him, the way his energy felt, and from how he carried himself and presented himself, Fenrir got a hint that this man was a saiyan. He just screamed it without even having to vocalize it.
“Pardon me,” A voice emerged from the side. There was a soft scent in the air; it was one that Fenrir could recognize anywhere, it was a soft mildly sweet scent, was it lavender? Or was it vanilla? He couldn’t tell, perhaps a mixture of both. The tall wolf peered over and saw a young man standing there. He had long hair, pulled back, that fell down past his waist, “I see you’ve all arrived. My name is Vanille, I own a watering hole and local eatery in the area. I was hired to cater the shoot. I have set up a table over there, in case you’re hungry,” The man motioned with a rather smooth wave of the arm towards a very long table - comprised of several tables pressed up close together side to side and covered in a tablecloth to make it appear as if it were one continuous table - lined with different foods, from donuts to cute sandwiches and a lot more. “Please, make yourselves comfortable and eat up,” He said this with a pleasant smile, his eyes sweeping from Clove and Juni to Fenrir, to Waka, Nase, and even the saiyan, Barlei.
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Post by Nase on Oct 30, 2020 16:00:46 GMT -8
Well, this was some group to meet up with. Nase didn't know it, not at the moment at least, but the group he found himself with all had one thing in common, except for him. One way or the other, had some sort of demonic or downright godlike abilities to their name. But unlike last time, this didn't seem to bother him at all. Glancing around the group once again, Nase unfolded his arms, only to push them into the pockets on the sides of his pants. He was... a very predictable person, it would seem. Not as knowledgeable of the celebrities in the other lands as Waka was, he hadn't heard anything of the tall man in red, and to be honest, he wasn't too sure what was the deal with the Tea sisters either. When Clove had introduced herself as part of a 'clan', he just took that statement at face value as something like a noble family, because there was no way that she'd be that open about being in something like a mafia family, right? But thinking about it again, she wasn't one to hide to power from others, so he couldn't rule it out. And now that he had met her sister, he had no clue what to think of her. A young woman who identified as a healr, who's main goal at the moment is to write a book? She seemed far too nice to be involved in a crime syndicate (not that Clove wasn't nice.) And then there was the white-haired man with them. Nase didn't know anything about what this 'Zen Estate' was, but if more people like Fenrir were there, he'd think it was something akin to those comic book hero groups. Just looking at him, he could tell that he wasn't just some average strongman, and this wasn't just from his height. Extremely toned muscles, a powerful ki signature and fangs(?) weren't really easily hideable, but still it seemed Mr. Vulk here felt no necessity to hide it either. He was really polite though, so at least there was noting negative about him. Needless sizing up aside, Nase listened keenly as the purpose of their arrival was explained. Movie stardom, well, if being in a couple scenes counted as stardom. While Nase didn't like to be the center of attention when with multiple people, he had no real objections with appearing in film (as long as he did well, of course), so this sounded interesting for him. Watching as the excited princess walked off to lead the way, Nase removed a hand from his side to gesture towards her. "Shall we then?"It couldn't hurt to play up the theatrics beforehand, could it? On arrival to the set, Nase took time to admire the place that the movie was being made in. The warehouse sure took itself seriously, but for a theatric release like this, it was more than expected. Maybe one of the only things that stood out was the lead, assumedly Brussuls, standing in full costume blasting rocks into shrapnel repeatedly as a bearded man in a black uniform kept chucking them at him. The display was almost humourous and when he saw it, Nase wondered if this was some sort of practice for the fight scenes. How the man that seemed to be the director coming in immediately broke it up made him think otherwise, however. Wait a minute... that was the guy from the roof! He was supposed to be here? Being permitted to or not, the man explained himself to the group that he mainly was here with an ultior motive, not without slovely consuming a majority of the food that was at the table, however. It seemed there was a sort of rivalry brewing between the lead actor and this man that he just learnt the name of. Or at least, that's the vibe that he was getting off of Barlei as he glared at the star. "(That just made this more interesting, I guess.)"As Nase thought this, he saw movement come in from the edge of his peripheral and noticed a man that had appeared next to them. Respectfully turning to him as he spoke, Nase's eyes suddenly changed, as if a cat's own, as he lowered his head. "Did you say the food was catered?"Looking up with a grin, the young Tuffle put his hands on his hips as he looked around. "I like this place already."
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Post by Wakana Waka on Nov 1, 2020 21:47:09 GMT -8
Juniper’s introduction answered Waka’s suspicions quite promptly – and Fenrir’s name was confirmed, too. Looked like her tabloid chasing had done her some good for once; she at least had an idea of what this circle was like. But, mystic healers and a family estate and even a book; all of that went straight over her head. A-And, being introduced as a loyal customer was a bit… it wasn’t wrong, but… eh, well, it was more flattering than a lot of other times she’d been introduced, at least! But, her worries were easy to brush aside, especially as Fenrir offered a polite introduction, as well as echoing her own woes. She didn’t miss Nase’s unease, either, but… well, looked like they were all in the same boat, in any case!
She let herself be carried along by the others’ current, and soon ended up face-to-back with a star; which brought the reality of the situation home to the fox. She was on thin ice again with that, awkwardly glancing around – err, this really wasn’t her scene, right? Of course she knew Brussuls… she wasn’t a fan, admittedly, but he was a big shot all the same! She couldn’t help but glance towards Clove for some hint of whether this was normal or not. Geez… rich folks made her head spin. Did she get to do this sort of thing everyday?
Though… she had to say. Brussuls wasn’t the same in person. That babyface… it really wasn’t in her strike zone at all.
Gah. How petty! But, she couldn’t help it. By comparison, Barlei was a welcome sight; something she could understand. He might be a punk, but Waka had plenty of experience with punks. Though the alcohol was tempting, the fox knew better than to rely on it by now – caused more problems than it fixed, at least in tense situations like these. Slipping away from the others a little, she’d edge her away around the group to his side. In spite of her size, she was awfully good at sinking into the background thanks to her lethargic demeanour. ”If we’re talkin' stunt doubles, then you’re more likely to be pumm'lling one of the other crew… it’d cost a lot to clean up a star’s face after a beat'ng, you know?” she rumbled, offering Barlei a little bit of support in spite of how ridiculous his motive ought to be; ”It’s just a matt'r of bus-“
However, her chatter was cut off by a sweet scent, and a sweet voice… Waka’s interest was a little comical – though her face didn’t change much, her tail and ears propped up a bit. This guy… a bit tall, but cute! Suave! ”Mm… Vanille, huh…” murmured the Beastman, the thoughts in her head being quite obvious. Though, only Nase would probably know exactly what she was thinking about, for better or worse. ”We’re noth'ng special, so don’t worry – you can name drop your place. See, I’ll ev'n ask, so you can get away with pay and some advert'sing.”
In spite of her usual appetite, Waka restrained herself around the added treats. It looked like it’d been a bit messy earlier, at least judging by that off-kilter punch bowl, so she wanted to at least leave a better impression than that! And… though many might say her stomach was bottomless, it wasn’t true! She’d had a big breakfast, thanks to Nase. So for now… a donut or two was more than enough for her.
Still! While the others were quick to settle in, the fox wasn’t so reassured. There was still work to be done! A movie wasn’t made in a day, and she wasn’t an actor. While a few fragments of the next boulder were rained on the staff, Waka used the distraction to snatch one of the scripts that’d been left idle – coated with edits and additions, it was a right mess… and, without any experience with acting besides tiny commercials, Waka wasn’t really the right one to try and translate it. She’d lean over towards Clove, figuring she’d be the best one to ask, though she did her best along the way. ”Looks like there’s a heap of extra parts, so we could end up just about anywh're… but, what’re you goin' to do with an ov'rsized fox and a butler café star? Not that I care; even a crowd scene is going to get a paycheck, but…”
Flicking through the scenes just made Waka’s expression fall – oh man, she could imagine all the woeful roles in this thing. Brussuls tossing people out the windows in a prolonged fight up a building; people panicking before a planet’s destruction; a wedding scene interrupted by a sword duel… ”Hey, what kind of movie is this, anyw'y…?”
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