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Post by Fenrir on Jul 10, 2021 18:55:31 GMT -8
The idea of vegetables that immense - Bass had described the size of one onion to be comparable to that of a hefty truck, about three hundred times larger than the average onion - which gave the tall wolf deity a moment's pause. In fact, he had never really considered something so large; an onion, he had seen plenty of those, of great size - at least to him - was one the size of a small cantaloupe. The biggest one he had ever held was still nothing compared to those jumbo ingredients, if they really were as large as he said they were and the description given was not just a hyperbole, then he couldn't imagine what he wouldn't be able to do with such large ingredients. He could feed so many more people with far less ingredients.
That would be one good way for him to save money; if he could save money on buying ingredients, then he could then use that money elsewhere. Perhaps he could improve on other parts of the restaurant, or perhaps provide a more comprehensive menu with more food choices. There were so many things that the tall wolf deity could do should he be able to use much larger ingredients. Oh, how many dishes could he make with one truck sized onion? French Onion Soup? That was one thing that he would, honestly, not mind making.
Note to self, make some French onion soup soon.
The blue Namekian was, apparently, quite well versed in the details, albeit he did not divulge all the details in the production of the giant produce. Perhaps at another time they would be able to talk about it. For now, they were making their way into the building, walking and talking.
Luna's appearance caught Fenrir off guard, and apparently, it did catch Vanille off guard as well. The tattooed man stared in awe at the very tall young woman, a beastman? She was beautiful to behold, both Vanille and Fenrir wordlessly agreed without even once looking in each other's direction.
The woman had legs for days and had interesting eyes. She spoke with Juniper and then Fenrir was introduced. The wolf deity giving an almost flirtatious smile as he politely bowed to the young moth woman, "It is a pleasure to meet you, my dear. This is my first time entering Capsule Corp and thus far I am very much impressed. The holograms were an interesting touch," he tapped his chin then he rummaged through his pockets and pulled out the various different schematics that he had drawn - some hand drawn, some professionally drawn, and it was easy to tell which was which - as well as reference images that he had printed out to better show how he wanted his vision to really look when completed.
"Do you believe that something like this could be prepared for me? It needs to be quite sizeable; after all, it is going to contain a commercial kitchen, a restaurant dining area as well as restrooms, freezers, coolers, and pantry, as well as an upstairs apartment. I made sure to write up theoretical measurements, dimensions, for the whole project. It will be quite large. But, I want it to be state of the art in terms of appliances, I would love to be able to make this restaurant a world renowned success, traveling from city to city, even if I have to pull it myself."
Vanille raised his hand, "I also would not mind having there be a small bar included in the final design, a seating area or smoker's lounge. That would be quite nice, I do believe."
Fenrir nodded over to the tatted man's words, "I don't see why that wouldn't be included. How much would something like this cost me?" Fenrir turned to look up at the very tall moth woman, having to look up at someone for the first time ever.
WC: 650 / 10,190
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Post by Juni on Jul 12, 2021 0:10:04 GMT -8
“Well, the day you meet your maker again, I am sure earth’s history will be rewritten to last over a century.” Juniper remarked to Bass while they watched Fenrir occupy his time to communicate his plans for the roving restaurant with Luna.
When Bass asked her opinion about Piccolo Daimao, she widened her eyes slightly, but kept her calm composure.
“Piccolo Daimao is bad for business. The Namekian raids disrupt the fiefdom territories and our way of life. The Pig Demon duchies are independently responsible for taking care of their own villages from demons, monsters, and anything that comes out of Baba Yaga’s black forest domain just south of Oolong City. It is a force that must be demolished--”
The Dandelion Tea Princess stopped for a minute in her choice of words, “Of course, I have no desire to obliterate your entire race just because of their infamy. If you’re present during their fall, I hope we can strive for peace, through negotiations...perhaps your company can represent the misled brethren who are also victims of war who were influenced by Piccolo Daimao. Prior to the invasion, the duchies were warring states with each other, later united by my Grandfather Oolong to face a common enemy. A change of leadership is not an uncommon practice, if any Namekians wish to realign themselves to the Duchies or otherwise, they will be given the opportunity to do so since we are bound by honor in times of war including a cold one.”
After some reflection, she turned to Bass while hovering on her paint brush, to meet his black sclera pair of eyes with a brilliant blue iris. “I am yet to learn how or why you chose to live among earthlings but I would be more than happy to discuss it over tea whenever you are ready to tell me your story. I plan to set up the western style house I just ordered on Holly Jolly mountain as a base of operation. It would be difficult to miss, when you do find the time, of course.”
Luna nodded simply at Fenrir’s detailed blueprints and reference illustrations, she closed her eyes, opening them to reveal pink ocelli eyeballs. The pair of compound eyes focused at a higher resolution with ommatidia. With all the gathered information including the specific measurements allowed her to move her giant black fingertips to model it in real time virtual space. In no time at all, she converted Fenrir’s vision into reality, which he was able to observe in great detail in three dimensional hologram space, down to the kitchen sink, as well as Vanille’s suggestion of adding an outdoor terrace on the first floor.
The final design was influenced by the western lands architecture, made of a durable wood from saplings of might, that were strong enough to survive ki blasts, and other high end materials were used for the scaled construction. The satisfied expression on Fenrir’s face was sufficient enough to digitize the roving restaurant into a DynoCapsule as well as Juniper’s house order in a much smaller pill shaped capsule which was the company’s signature design.
“The restaurant is valued at six hundred and forty thousand zenni.” Luna explained, “The house is valued at one hundred thousand zenni. What method of payment will you be using today, loyal customer?”
The design service was actually free, a customer was not required to pay for their custom designs, since most of the concepts were published online for limited purchase for other potential buyers.
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Post by Bass on Jul 12, 2021 10:06:15 GMT -8
Watching Luna work on the model given by Fenrir, Bass seemed impressed by it all. It looked like she had some kind of special eyes- cybernetics? Monstrous biology? He wasn't sure. Though what he could tell at a glance was that she was an invaluable asset to whatever company she worked for, having an ungodly work ethic and incredibly performance. He'd kill for more employees like Luna, but he wasn't about to start poaching employees- he didn't go that low, and even if he did he wouldn't pull a disruptive move like that with potential business partners. Nevertheless, in a twist of fate Juniper had answered his question that was originally spoken towards Fenrir. It made sense, and in hindsight he shouldn't have asked such a loaded question to someone that was needed for something right then and there. It worked out better this way, Bass noted that Juniper seemed to have a very passionate stance on the war. It was so much more than it was back when he was a part of it. Back then he raided villages, sure, but words like horde or swarms, and the entire species didn't feel like they were at play. He was awestruck by the widespread choice of his own people- the ones not birthed from Piccolo Daimao, to align themselves with the forces of evil. Was it fear? Mind control? Bass didn't know, but he did respond to Juniper. " My people- well, Namekians weren't always that way. Somethings not right there, and I'll probably be checking it out in the near future. War's never right, but swarms of pureblooded Namekians being reduced to warmongers just doesn't make sense to me. I think this is a testament to the influence the world can have on people, mechanisms so mighty that they become concepts to the everyday man or woman. I think it'd take something bigger than my company to have them reevaluate things, but when combined with defeat and whatever progress Momentum Corp makes by then, it just might be achievable. Though I think a Namekian should lead Namekians. While I am one, I am not of the same tree if that makes sense. I don't think it's proper or right that a descendant of Piccolo Daimao end up leading the Namekian people." Junipers curiosity caused the Namekian to raise a brow. She asked an obvious question that nobody had ever asked him before, and it only just occurred to him that it was the first time he'd been questioned on it. However the story wasn't all that grand- at least Bass didn't make it out to be that way whether or not it was. " It's simple. I was an idiot once as well doing Piccolo's dirty work, and I got my ass kicked. Guy decided to give me a chance instead of killing me, I think he made the right call." Bass said, glancing towards Juniper again. She certainly seemed reserved in her seemingly zealous ferocity towards fighting this war. He couldn't imagine the damage and threat that'd occurred towards her and her people living adjacent to the Northern Lands. However then he'd hear Luna speak, his attention turning her way. " I can cover the cost." Bass said from behind them. It was more so toned with the intention of being a suggestion- he knew some folk might refuse help for various reasons. He'd let out a sigh, looking back to Juniper. " I don't believe in fate, but if I did, I'd say Piccolo Daimao and I crossing paths are it. Anyways, these are all problems for other times." He remarked, attention turning ahead towards Fenrir and Luna. " She's a fantastic employee." He remarked to Juniper. Maybe he was overheard, maybe not. 621 | 3092 Juni Fenrir
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Post by Fenrir on Jul 12, 2021 17:14:22 GMT -8
What happened before his eyes was something out of this world. The very tall moth beastman looked over his schematics with an attention to detail that he had never seen in anyone else before; her eyes just focused in on the schematics, the drawings, the images he held up. It looked as if she had cybernetic eyes for a moment, how they almost appeared to zoom in on the tiniest, most minute, detail. Then she generated the three dimensional holographic representation of the schematics he had built, and it was amazing. It was incredible. He saw every detail, the proportions were not 1 to 1, of course, it would have been quite large if she did that. It was a scaled down image but, even then, it showed all the details. From the hardwood floors and the beams and construction to the interior workings such as the kitchen and even the kitchen sinks which were big and deep, not quite industrial in appearance but industrial in size. The appliances, a massive industrial sized stand mixer. It was incredible how much detail she managed to pack into this hologram and she did so in such a short amount of time too.
Fenrir could not hide his excitement. The wolf was staring at the hologram with the same open excitement of a child running down the stairs on Christmas morning and seeing the lit Christmas tree with the piles of wrapped boxes underneath it. If he had a tail, the thing would be wagging like mad. His eyes were wide and he looked at everything with open glee. "Oooh, this is nice." He grinned wide, eyes dancing from one minute detail to another, "You really are...beyond incredible." He awed at the hologram then walked up to the tall moth, looking up at her, "Thank you for making my vision a reality; even if only in a hologram, for the moment," He bowed politely and then, if she allowed it, he would kiss her hand, if not, he would simply just bow as politely as possible, "I have the money for the restaurant, if you wish for the payment to be made now. Or should we pay for after the construction of the vehicle? Just in case we add anything else to the schematics? I actually came here on the hopes of asking someone if they could give me their expert opinion on my schematics, to point out if anything is missing or something could be added to improve on the functionality of the construction, the restaurant, the kitchen, etc. What do you think, my dear?" He peered up at Luna, "If you were to become a patron of such an establishment, what would be something you would want to see at my restaurant? Anything at all?"
Vanille had been listening to everything; to Fenrir speaking to Luna, to Bass speaking to Fenrir and Juniper, commenting on his people, the way that both he and Juniper discussed the conflict between the Namekian and other people. There was a lot of information to take in.
"You changed. That's all that matters. You learned, you grew, you changed, you became something better." Vanille spoke, looking somewhat apologetic for butting in on their discussion, but he was standing right there next to them so it was hard not to hear what they were talking about. "A man is not measured by his words or his past, a man is measured by how he learns from his past, how he takes his experiences and shapes his future. I've met you today and I can tell that you've grown a lot. You're a good man, from what I've seen and heard of you in this short amount of time; hope that doesn't sound too forward of me."
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Post by Juni on Jul 13, 2021 16:50:49 GMT -8
While Bass felt Namekians should be led by their own kind it was inconceivable for him to take on that role due to his personal past. It would paint a bad picture if history repeated itself again despite the salaryman being absolved from any misdeeds from the past; redemption for his brethren was not an option. However, Juniper failed to notice any differences apart from the color of their skin, she used the word ‘namekian’ lightly to describe the whole race. Black heart namekians appeared in different shapes and colors in the western lands, taking the appearances of insects, dinosaurs, or crustaceans. Was there another way for her to distinguish them apart from their appearance in the same way Bass was able to? At no point did he correct her, so she was going to continue using the term, to describe the situation they would be faced with in the future.
“I understand,” Juniper said simply, “It is a great responsibility regardless of race. I am confident that my husband Koma, who is a samurai, will take Namekians on as buke if they surrender honorably, and swear their loyalty to the Duchies.”
Hachiko believed that Koma would eat the Black Heart Namekians for dinner upon their defeat but the idea never crossed Juniper’s mind in the slightest since they were two different personas sharing the same body. It seemed Bass was more than willing to share his past, he became independent the day he was shown mercy, and was now the man that was breathing the same air inside the Capsule Corp showroom. Vanille responded with his own opinion on the matter, Juniper remained silent in agreement, subtly was common for western land natives.
“Capsule Corp specializes in matter materialization, the digital design is transferred into a DynoCapsule, and is physically constructed on site upon release.” Luna Moth explained, “In other words, it is constructed in an instant, immediately after purchase.”
A floating robot hovered over her head with the two DynoCapsules in question, each one was inside a metal case, with a laser cut foam to nestle in their pill order securely.
“If you wish to make changes after purchase, you may connect the DynoCapsule to any electronic device with satellite internet, and submit an order online through our website for an upgrade.”
When the moth woman blinked, her eyes returned to a pleasant appearance of white sclera, and a pink iris. Fenrir asked her a personal question, mainly her opinion, and the black feathery feelers on her head vibrated as she looked up the dome ceiling to formulate an answer.
“A moon roof.” Luna said simply as she looked down on the wolf deity, “I took the liberty of installing such detail over the bar area, near the coach end, the stone shingles are automated using a control behind the bar counter. Which will allow for the natural moonlight to enter the lounge space.”
The fact that Fenrir and Bass made similar comments on Luna’s abilities, caused her antenna to respond, the calm countenance expression remained on her plaster colored skin.
“May I interest you in an artificial intelligence program based on Luna Moth for one hundred and twenty thousand zeni to add to your order?”
The AI was adaptable for zeni registers, operating system interfaces, and androids. Capsule Corp developed high end technology, of course anyone who was interested in keeping someone like Luna Moth, had been taken into consideration to create a program based on her natural talent with technological advancements. Even the android models had the same eye ability as the organic original. [598] [7,777] Fenrir Bass
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Post by Bass on Jul 14, 2021 10:04:03 GMT -8
Glancing towards Vanille, Bass simply gave a nod in response to him before Junipers voice brought his attention back. Hearing her continuously referring to Namekians as part of Piccolo Daimao's army started to rub him the wrong way. He'd at first taken her word as them choosing to align with him, but the more it kept coming up the more his discomfort and knowledge of them convinced him to object and question Juniper's perspective on things. After all, he's often times the first and only 'Namekian' people have ever seen in South City. His people are exceedingly rare and incredibly tight knit- well, Pure Namekians. Scratching behind his ear a moment, he'd speak up. " Ah... Are you sure you're not mistaking Black Heart Namekians for the real deal? I can't imagine actual Namekians working with Piccolo Daimao, they're a peaceful and culturally immersed people. They keep to themselves, live their lives peacefully, and die quietly. What you've been describing just... It doesn't add up. Have any of these creatures that have been fought off been Humanoid, have green skin, have most of my features but...-" He'd roll up a sleeve to tap a bit of the organic plating on his arm. "T his, but more pinkish? It didn't occur to me, but they might be so secluded that people are getting the wrong idea. Oh, also normal Namekians don't have the uh, black eyes or anything." He gauged her response. He hoped she was just lumping them in as Namekians overall because she'd never met real ones. If his- well, those people joined with King Piccolo, it means something had gone terribly wrong to cause them to do so. As he thought about that, he would hear Luna's voice seemingly directed further out than just Fenrir. Looking up and over his eyes widened a bit, she'd heard him. Though pondering over it, he always questioned the involvement of Artificial Intelligence. It was useful, that was undeniable, but it could take work from actual people. An android was different, still with a soul and emotions, but artificial intelligence simply replicated those things. At least that's what Bass thought, but maybe he was wrong. Even so, if nothing else having an AI of a Monster would help corporate diversity and encourage the few Monsters in civilization to reach out and apply to The Momentum Corporation. He figured it'd help more than hurt. " Sure, you have yourself a deal." He said, fishing out his wallet and counting out bills. Zeni Zeni Bills. He pulled out twelve ten thousand zeni bills, stepping forward and extending them towards her. Of course, the prospect of buying a copy of someone to work at ones business being awkward as all heck wasn't lost on the Namekian. Especially buying the copy from that person. It was a tricky buy, but a good opportunity to add some goodness to the world by giving Monsters more motivation to participate in civilized society. He could bear with the slight to his dignity in making such a purchase if it meant people that have to worry the most about acceptance could find a home at The Momentum Corporation. " Thanks, by the way. Smart move to. If I have permission to install this in an android based on your likeness, let me know. I'm thinking if people see someone like that- even if they're technically an android, more Monsters would feel accepted and welcome in applying to our company, Momentum Corp." He admitted. He didn't even need to do so- that level of marketing was only natural to a corporation as influential as Capsule Corp. 600 | 3,692 Fenrir Juni
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Post by Fenrir on Jul 17, 2021 17:10:17 GMT -8
So, that was how it worked. Fenrir had been listening with great interest and excitement at the very tall Moth beastwoman's explanation. It made perfect sense. This was high tech stuff. The order was designed here, the schematics were uploaded or whatever one wanted to call it - Fenrir wasn't exactly the most high tech individual around, at least when it didn't deal with the equipment inside of his kitchen - and then much like what happened with his schematics, a highly detailed holographic model was created. From there, the design was maybe input into a computer? It was uploaded onto one of those capsules, and then as soon as the capsule was open, wherever it was open, the order was just built on site? Did it just materialize from nothing? How did all of this work? It was just so much technology that he didn't know how to take all this information in all at once. It was just so exciting, so new, so high tech.
He looked amazed. His eyes wide, damn near sparkling, his face almost broken with how wide his smile was, looking up at the very tall woman with the expression of a child being taught about the wonder and magic of Santa Claus.
Once the capsule was brought to him, he took it and he held it in its briefcase, "Thank you very much, Miss Luna," He spoke with a polite tone, an excited one, but polite nonetheless. He bowed once more then looked at the case. Oh his heart was racing in his chest. It was going to happen. His vision was becoming reality.
Oh, wait. Payment. He almost forgot about that. He dug around inside his pocket and then pulled out what he was searching for; a pure onyx black card, gold lettering was laser etched onto the front. His name FENRIR VULK in smaller lettering, but over that were the words OOLONG CITY BANK - UNLIMITED.
He held the card out between two fingers. "Hm, I think I would rather have the original just simply visit my restaurant. Although, I may save up money to get that A.I. program in the future. I'll have to figure out about getting an android body to install it into, I imagine. But, if you ever leave Capsule Corp, like if you have a day off or a vacation, you can visit me. Ring me up. Do you eat? If so, I'll make you your favorite. You can enjoy it under the moon roof, take in the moonlight."
Vanille was listening to every conversation, smiling at them. He could feel the excitement running through Fenrir. He did not comment on Bass and Juniper's conversation in regards to Namekians. He had not met any, neither normal Namekians or Black Heart Namekians, so he had little to go on when it came to their history, their troubled past, or their equally troubled present. He knew nothing about them, so he had nothing to add.
"Perhaps one day, if you eat or drink, you can also visit my bar here in West City. I'm sure I can create a special drink just for you, Luna."
The tattooed, but professionally dressed, Vanille kept himself mostly in the background, looking around as people watched them, especially when the hologram of the restaurant had been given glorious life.
"I can't wait till I can look at the new restaurant," Vanille tapped his chin, smiling brightly, "A traveling restaurant. It's going to be big. Restaurant, outdoor eating spaces, big kitchen, pantry, and an upstairs apartment."
"Hm, well, the apartment is going to have a room for myself and perhaps two more rooms, it is going to be quite large. Comfortable as well," Fenrir peeked back at his newest associate, "I made sure to plan ahead, in case you did, in fact, join our staff. If not, then I have extra rooms in case guests decide to visit me sometime."
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Post by Juni on Jul 17, 2021 17:30:00 GMT -8
Juniper tilted her head curiously, her eyes changed from blue to red to observe Bass’ unique skin patterns on his arm when he rolled up his pressed white collar sleeve, and she reflected for a moment before she formulated an answer.
“You’re the first namekian I have met in Oolong City. I have seen Piccolo Daimao’s wanted poster, he is green in color, with similar markings, but his eyes are white sclera. I never...met any other types, I was not remotely aware that there was more than one, and it makes complete sense that you can tell them apart. I generally do not profile people due to my own origins but I can read their chakras to determine their moral alignment. I apologize for using the term so lightly...but rather than rely on medical books or historical references it would be wiser to get this information directly from the source.” Juniper bowed her head demurely in apology, “What are the different types of Namekians, Bass-san? How will I tell them apart when I meet them?”
Of course the black sclera of Black heart namekians was only slightly helpful, since the Namekians Bass was trying to describe as a peaceful tribe looked exactly like Piccolo Daimao, and Juniper lived a sheltered lifestyle growing up so she was not able to make a distinction on appearances alone.
Another hover bot appeared, once the cash zeni was offered to Luna as payment from Bass, the metal case containing the customizable AI held a distinctly black and white DynoCapsule which read Luna Moth 2.0 on the side along with the company logo. Of course, Bass still felt the need to ask for permission to have an android made in Luna Moth’s image, and she nodded in agreement.
“You may customize the AI as an android online to replicate my appearance with any adjustments you desire for free. You only need to buy the software once to determine its primary functions with Capsule Corp, loyal customer.”
While Capsule Corp only offered the base model and software, other owners of the AI used the online forums to create custom mods that were not under warranty, the corporate office voided future upgrades if it was not an official modification from the company. All of this information was provided the instant the program was first launched on any electronic device or android.
The credit card Fenrir offered as payment for the purchase was handled gently between two black sharp fingernails then scanned with a laser sensor from the collar of her neck which turned off the virtual space automatically. After the card was returned, the transaction was concluded, Fenrir was now a proud owner of his own roving restaurant, Bass was the owner of an AI program based on Luna Moth, and Juniper was the owner of a Capsule Corp house with a unique western lands architecture. Once all the capsules were handed over, the hovering bots dispersed, and Luna Moth offered a slight head bow.
“Thank you for your Capsule Corp purchases, loyal customers.”
While Luna was a living creature, she still had her own thoughts, and the fact that people replicated her image did not bother her in the slightest because she was uniquely the only one from the one hundred siblings she ate to gain humanistic sentience. Androids that made in her image were the legacy of her siblings and she was more than pleased with advancements of technology as a result. Fenrir made it a point for her to visit the restaurant, creating food especially appealing to her tastes as a moth monster under the full moon, and she seemed rather pleased at the prospect. Vanille also offered a drink at the local bar, except he did not mention the name of the place, she could easily find the information by using face recognition software and searching for the place by his visual identity rather easily.
“That sounds delightful. Thank you for your invitations.” [665] [8,442]
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Post by Bass on Jul 18, 2021 6:02:45 GMT -8
Listening to Juniper, the Namekian seemed to express slight frustration. He needed to choose his words meticulously and carefully, otherwise he'd risk causing misunderstandings that could blow out of proportion if they ended up applied in a battlefield. Folding his arms across his chest, there was a brief silence. " I think..." He started, mulling over word choice. " -... the only thing that really makes a Black Heart Namekian different from a pure one is visual..." Word choice, word choice, " -chaos? They're almost random in the shapes they take, and some might not even resemble the species their creator is." That was a good reference point, actually. Glancing towards Juniper fully as he stopped looking into the distance, he'd say some actually useful words. " Real Namekians look like King Piccolo. More or less wrinkles, fatter or skinnier, but he's a pure Namekian. Difference is, I think at some point he split with his cohorts and chose to go down a path of tyranny. I could be wrong though, contrary to popular belief I'm only operating on an impression I had when I was less than twenty minutes old. Didn't take long until I was out on my own with the goal of destruction beset into me." He'd state, letting out an off-handed sigh. He thought using King Piccolo as a reference was ironic, but it was true. The Tyrant ultimately despite his perceived age at some point was a pure Namekian. A reference point Juniper could understand was significantly more valuable than giving a visual description. Accepting the Artificial Intelligence from Luna Moth, he'd give an curt nod of his head. " Of course, thanks for all of your help." The Namekian nor The Momentum Corporation had any plans of tampering with Capsule Corp technology. The furthest they ever went was merely observing existing tech for reference on how certain things could be done, but they'd never stoop so low as to tinkering with and reverse engineering other corporations technology. That was too dirty. Hearing Fenrir offer the monster a place to hang out, Bass snapped his fingers. " That's a good point, actually. If you're ever craving a Burrito I got a place near Applelot Road. It's called The Burrito Bass." He said. It wasn't necessarily an invitation per say, he was just putting it out there for her to do as she wished with. Otherwise, it was time to head off Bass figured. Looking between the three others of the group he'd pitch the question. " So, we're off? Let's get moving then. I'm not sure if either of you have a method of transportation available. Normally I'd catch a plane or a train or some kind nowadays, but I'll just go with whatever's convenient for you three." He said, looking up to Luna Moth. " Have a great day ma'am." And giving the woman a wave, he would turn away from them. He had no clue of the absolutely twisted history of the monster, but if he did, well... Monsters were all weird, a lot of people were weird. He... He would've probably come to terms with that just being how it worked. Nevertheless they were headed out of the show room and back towards the fresh air of West City- even if the show room constantly had fresh air filtered into maintain a perfect air quality. Standing near the side of a road, he'd turn and glance towards the group. " Alright, where to? I... Well, I forget. Did you say you had plans? I don't mind tagging along if so." 588 | 4,280 Fenrir Juni
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Post by Fenrir on Jul 22, 2021 7:21:02 GMT -8
It was happening. It was finally happening. The seven foot tall wolf deity could hardly believe it. His vision was about to come to fruition; his years long dream of creating the most perfect touring restaurant was about to become reality. As he held the case, he could not help but think that the thing felt suddenly very heavy. Not physically heavy, mind you. He was a surprisingly strong individual. He had not really tested his strength lately, but he was strong, he knew that much. But, it was something else, something else that weighed it down; a bit of apprehension? A bit of hesitation? Was it nerves? Now that he was finally going to see just what his mind had concocted, the vision that he had held inside for so long, now given physical form, was he nervous that it would not be what he had always dreamed of? Was that it?
He shook it off. He had no choice but to shake those feelings off. He held the case, he looked at it. It was damn near glistening, at least in his eyes. Inside it was the culmination of his dreams, his ambitions, but also the dreams and ambitions of many other people, including Juniper, and maybe now even Vanille as well.
"If you are ever interested in eating at my restaurant, I'll gladly make you something good. I can give you my number, if you desire it. I'm sure I can even hand deliver you something to eat, even if I have to cross the continent to get it to you," He said with a wolfish smile at the very tall Luna.
His smile was different this time. Sure, it was big and wide. But it wasn't flirtatious. For once. He was looking at the tall, ethereally beautiful, long legged beastwoman with an expression of sincerity as well as a look that damn near cried out just how thankful he was. She had helped him so much.
He rubbed the back of his neck a bit, "Ah, uh....well, that is if you're interested. If you're not, it's fine." He muttered, sounding and looking uncharacteristically awkward in this interaction with a woman.
"Hm..." Vanille peered over at the wolf, noting his cheeks, how they flushed a slight red.
"Oh, that reminds me. Is there an empty space outside that I can use in order to open up the capsule? I'd like to inspect the restaurant before I take it out on the road; I had been planning on traveling up north, maybe visit my mother while I'm up there. Oooh, just imagine the look on her face when I show up with this thing in tow," the man's face changed again, this time into the look of a giddy child almost. Excited.
"Well, there was a big empty lot not far from here, I'm sure the restaurant would fit inside there. You can toss the capsule, inspect the restaurant inside and out, and then see if it's to your liking. I'm sure that the restaurant is to your standards given Capsule Corp's reputation," Vanille piped up, motioning the wolf to follow as Bass and Juniper began to head outside of the building; their business there had been concluded, now all that was left was opening the restaurant and seeing just what it was like fully physically constructed.
Outside of the building, Vanille pointed out the empty lot he had mentioned. It appeared to be a lot that was on sale; possibly for a high rise building of some sort. Either way, whatever was going to be on there in the future was of no consequence to the wolf. It was completely empty now and had just the right amount of space for his restaurant to be materialized on that spot. What more could he really ask for?
He scampered over to the lot and with a big grin, he plucked out the large capsule, pressed the button and tossed it.
With a poof and a sudden burst of clouded smoke, he saw it...The structure materialized right before his eyes, layer by layer. It was as if he were watching a 3-D model being created from nothing. He saw the lines of light, take on what looked like a basic structure, the form of the vehicle, then as he watched those green laser-like lights cut across the air and the sky and take on their distinct shape, he saw it form. He saw the walls, the beams, the floors, the windows, the doorways; he saw the wheels, the driver's seat, he saw everything. And within a matter of seconds, the thing was just there. It had just appeared, from nothing from nowhere - or really from within the capsule.
It was everything he had hoped it would be.
"Oh. It's, it's so beautiful." He was almost at a loss for words, shuddering excitedly. "... Want to see what the inside looks like?" He asked the others, peeking back at them with that same grin.
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Post by Juni on Jul 22, 2021 9:04:55 GMT -8
Juniper’s crimson eyes changed back to cobalt blue, her brows knitted together when Bass revealed true namekians appeared like Piccolo Daimao, and that everything else that held a sense of visual chaos was a Black Hearted namekian. The irony of it all was Bass describing himself, apart from not having a monstrous appearance, he was different from the others based on what he recalled about his former brethren. Perhaps he was simply a different colored version of his ancient father but he spoke with difficulty and sighed when he talked about the subject. As a mystic, she was perceptive of others feelings, and she was not going to take the matter too far as it seemed his past still affected Bass personally even after so many years have passed.
Luna Moth waved at the trio as they made their offers to hang out in the future and were satisfied with their purchases from the Capsule Corp Show room.
The paint brush Juniper was sitting on was put away into a pocket dimension and she walked out of the building with the others while listening to Bass’ methods of travel with a simple nod.
While Fenrir and Vanille discussed a good location to pop open the DynoCapsule, Bass asked if there were any follow up plans, and Juniper chimed in since the wolf deity was too excited to notice.
“Fenrir-san is from the Northern Lands, so we made plans to go there after he sorted out his roving restaurant, and my husband Koma, Daimao of the Dandelion clan is waiting for my arrival as well--”
When Fenrir turned to invite them in, Clove Tea dropped in from the sky, wearing her usual designer short hemmed kimono, and her crimson eyes blinked a few times to see two familiar faces hanging out with her half sister.
“Greetings! Fenrir-san, Bass-san…” Clove paused at Vanille, since she did not recognize him so she offered a head bow at the man, then turned to Juniper, “I must apologize for interrupting, there’s an urgent family matter, concerning Princess Juniper. I am afraid I need to steal her away now. Take care.”
The pair of sisters held each other's hands and took flight into the sky. Juniper looked down to wave goodbye at everyone before the pair disappeared into the clouds. While the Dandelion Princess wanted to see the inside of the new restaurant, she figured the opportunity would arrive in the northern lands, and she was looking forward to it. [Exit] [414] [8,856] Fenrir Bass
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Post by Bass on Jul 22, 2021 18:59:13 GMT -8
The Namekian listened to their replies after they'd left the showroom proper. Juniper seemed to reveal that she was married, which surprised the Namekian. The concept of marriage was foreign to him- something never thought of or considered, and certainly not something he thought one of his acquaintances would be involved in. Though it made sense, and he'd give her a thumbs up whilst preparing to congratulate her. Before he had a chance, a figure came down from the skies above to fetch Juniper. More interesting than that was the reference of 'Princess.' Juniper was a Princess, and Melody was a Duchess? Was it normal for only royalty to leave The Western Lands- everyone he'd met from there had been such. Regardless, he didn't have the chance to ask her about it. Seeing as Clove was in a rush, he'd simply raise a hand in a light wave as she ascended with Juniper in tow. That left Fenrir's offer to only befall the Namekian based on Junipers obligations. Looking towards the newly formed roving capsule shop, he'd think for a moment in silence. He'd been setting off going to the North since it was where Piccolo Daimao was- he always felt like he wouldn't be strong enough to go back. Though he had to, and if they were going to the same place, he might as well hitch a ride. He didn't know how Fenrir got around, but even if the place itself wasn't the mode of transportation he'd figure it out. Regardless, he understood the enthusiasm around starting a new business. He planned to extend a similar invitation to the participants of the World Martial Arts Tournament. In that light, it wasn't too difficult for him to articulate a response. "Sure, I'll give it a look. A mobile restaurant sounds like a logistical nightmare to keep stocked with fresh ingredients, but I'm sure you'll figure it out."Bass started to head into the large structure. Taking the tour, whether or not it was their mode of transport to the North was irrelevant. Either way, his trip would commence and end. At which point, he'd learn of just how bad the Black Hearted Creatures can be. 366 | 4,646 Fenrir Juni
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