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Post by Cayle Pota on Nov 6, 2019 17:20:21 GMT -8
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Post by Cayle Pota on Nov 6, 2019 17:32:01 GMT -8
After his adventure in construction work was finished, Cayle returned to the warehouse which he and the others -Saiyans who were former living test subjects of the Tuffle Science Commission and were now what basically amounted to refugees- and he lived within for the moment. After making sure everyone was accounted for, people weren't fighting over food, and certain problem folks weren't acting up too much, Cayle headed to his bunk and got some much needed sleep.
He woke up early in the morning, flipping through the news paper while some of the others crowded around the 'raaay-dee-oh', or as he was pretty sure it was spelled, radio, listening to the morning news for South City. He flipped through the news paper, reading it without much focus on the actual subjects spoken up on the radio, until he heard that there was a strike among the fisherman's alliance and as such there was a major uptick in the price of fish and the value of fish, but also problems for one of the city's biggest industries, fish canning. Cayle eyeballed the numerous industrial sized cans of fish that were stacked on the wire shelves in their rudimentary kitchen and winced for a moment when he thought of the increased cost of that food stuff, and thus the decreased cost of the Saiyans getting and real life set up for the group of them.
Then it struck him, he could take a few others, such as himself and Konja, and head out to go fish. All they'd need to do is rent a boat and some fishing rods and nets, and surely they could make some money this way from the increased cost of fish, as the news report mentioned that the canneries were offering even higher prices per pound of fish than they previously did thanks to the strike and the stifled flow of product. It was the war of supply and demand, a never ending struggle called capitalism which this planet suffered and enjoyed itself in, and Cayle Pota, son of Pota Potaset, saw plenty of opportunity for him and his if he was smart and acted quickly. So he called for one or two of the children, who were eating cereal at the communal table and waiting to be taken to this strange place Earthlings called 'School' by Carlos Alfonso's wife, Mrs. De La Reyes, and then he gave a gentle smile.
“Can two of you do me a favor and go find or wake up Konja, Yucca, Durum, and Rhuba? I'm gathering a team for a special mission today, and I need their help. Your help too, if possible- by gathering my needed team.”
With that said, the Saiyan former farm boy, former test subject, would be warrior, who was now a would-be warlord and princeling of his kind, made himself a breakfast of eggs, bacon, steak, refried beans, and toast from the supplies they were given by Taco King, and leaving enough for others to eat as well, he sat at the table to wait for the group to arrive and he began to eat.
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Post by Composite Thast on Nov 7, 2019 17:29:00 GMT -8
Well, the human mutant had seen some very strange sights in his day, from what he could remember at least. Aside from strange sights, he had seen some pretty stupid ones too. For the first time in a long time, he was witnessing one of the most stupid and strange events he had ever seen. The muscle-bound angelic man floated in the sky, many meters above a small dock town. One the bay of the island that the town was founded would be a large assortment of men holding up signs, walking around in circles, and shouting something about fair pay for their work. Some of the men were even doing odd dance to try to attract the attention of on lookers. It seemed to be an effective tactic, as many where indeed looking, but few were taking this display very seriously. Deciding to listen in on the workers demands, Thast would hear a chant along the lines of "Fish for Fish!" they were obviously referring to money, but was the pay really that bad? The earthling was not much of a fisherman, but for some reason he was curious. Was he curious enough to ask a protester what was going on? Apparently so, because that's what he would do next.
Falling down from the sky, he would land on the sand next to a man in his mid forties holding up a sign. The guy appeared to blink as he noticed the sudden appearance of the man next to him. Thast would grin before asking "What's going on here? Some kind of protest, but over the price of fish?" The fisherman would nod his head with vigor. "That's exactly the case! Due to the falling price of fish, our salaries have been cut! It's absolutely ridiculous!" The earthling would tilt his head in confusion at the man. It was basic economics that something like that would happen eventually. This protest was probably doing more harm than good considering the southern islands were an economy based around fishing for the most part. Then again, if the fishermen were to abstain from fishing, the value of a single fish would increase. In truth, the very fact that the workers were protesting increased the value of fish. An opportunistic earthling would easily see a chance to profit in this situation. Thankfully, Thast was indeed an opportunistic man. "Well... Uhhh... Thanks for the chat" He would reply before walking off the beach and towards the town's streets.
If he wanted to jump in on the action, the first place to stop would obviously be the fish market. If most of the fishing work force was on strike, then the market wouldn't be doing much business. That would give him plenty of time to ask shop owners about the prices of fish. Before long, the winged man would find the local fish market in the very condition he had thought. The place had been ransacked by last minute buyers, and there was a man outside of the tent about to placed a "gone fishing" sign on the entrance. The young man would quickly interject himself however, "Now hold on a minute, I think I might be able to help you out!" The market hand would turn and scoff "Yeah right... Unless you can bring in two tons of fish by tomorrow, the local markets will be all out of fish thanks to these damn protests!" Thast would grin, even in his weakened state, two tons of fish would be no problem. That would be no problem, depending on the pay however. "Exactly how much would you be willing to pay for two tons of fish? I just so happen to know a guy who might take the job..." The worker would think for a moment, apparently crunching numbers in his head. "Hmmm... Well, we'd be looking at about 10 zeni a pound so... 20,000 zeni for 2,000 lbs! That's a fair deal ain't it!?" The earthling would scratch the back of his head, even without the fishermen that price seemed a little low. It was still money however, and it was a lot more money than he currently had. Maybe the young man was a fisherman after all! "I'll have your fish ready by sundown. " the earthling would boast. The two shook hands and parted ways.
Taking to the high seas in search of fish seemed like an easy way to get fish. a guy with Thast's levels of power would have no problem moving fish from the ocean to the market.
While soaring above the sea wouldn't be too much of an issue for a man with wings, there was still the protesters. They would likely try to stop him, or simply demand he stop fishing. Would they actually intervene? Possibly, but that would be a risk he would have to take. As the sun began to set, Thast would begin to flap his wings and slowly ascend into the air. Taking his time, the man would make his way over the former workers and into the ocean. A few members of the crowd would point out the flying man. One in particular would announce "Hey! That guy's tryin' to steal all the fish! Some body stop the bastard!" Before the earthling knew what him him, various objects would be hurled his way by the angry mob. Umbrellas, life preservers, and even boots were thrown. He would actually be hit by a few, thanks to his limited mobility. The protesters were persistent, he would have to give them that...
[WC: 928] [1448/2000]
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Post by Konja of Clan Korm on Nov 8, 2019 6:04:30 GMT -8
Konja sat at the bow of the boat they'd picked up from rentals. They were out in the water, the painful salty water of this great, seemingly endless lake called the 'sea'. Wind blew her hair into a mess, sea breeze filling her nose with the distinctive smell of... more salt.
She looked down at the tools they'd gotten for this task. Sticks with some sort of line attached, and a mechanism to retract or extend this line. The fisherman had explained that it was used to catch fish by getting them to... bite the metal hook at the end, using worms as bait.
This was very different from how her village would hunt fish in oasis streams with spears, or outright swim in the deeper regions to catch larger breeds with their bare hands. Once a month, a fishing party would travel to the nearest oasis, two days' walk away, and spear fish in the streams feeding the little slice of watery paradise. These fish would then be salted and then sun dried on the way back to the village. She did have some familiarity with the other tool, however. Nets, which they occasionally used when the bloodfins were swimming downstream after their spawning season once a year. Their eggs having been laid and waiting to hatch, the parents would finally meet their ultimate function as Saiyan food.
Since Konja had yet to get her hands on these so-called 'goggles' to protect her eyes from the burning salt of seawater, diving for a big fish was out of the question, as much as she would have preferred something as physically involved as that.
As she had little patience to learn how to use this 'fishing rod' on the spot, the only real option then was to use the net. It was pretty clear, though, that it was going to be very different from how they used it in the brook during bloodfin spawning season. They weren't going to stand in a line holding up parts of the net in the early afternoon while waiting for the fish to come swimming down.
Nets used at sea then would be a very different beast compared to the nets used for the rivers. At least she understood the basic principles behind nets. Now it was a matter of learning how to adapt her knowledge and experience with the tool to this new environment.
Still, a personal fire burned inside as she stared down at the infinite blue darkness of the water beneath them. Surely, if they could find a big fish at the bottom of a somewhat deep river, then there must have been genuinely large catches at the bottom of this great sea.
What she really wanted to do, given all the possible choices, was to find some goggles, put them on, take a dive as deep as it would go, then grab the biggest fish the boat could hold. That, or she would just swim it back to shore. Even with a potentially gigantic fish in tow, it wouldn't be hard to catch several of these in an hour. Granted, the sea was a lot bigger than an oasis, so it might take a bit longer to find the truly big one, but on the other hand, there were definitely more big ones here than on Planet Plant.
So holding out on hope, she turned to Cayle and asked a simple question. "You wouldn't happen to have any of those 'goggles' the natives wear to protect their eyes from salt water, do you? I think this boat would fill faster if I dove down to catch a few big fish by hand."
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Post by Cayle Pota on Nov 8, 2019 16:47:36 GMT -8
Cayle chuckled, looking to Konja and the others before walking into the cabin of the boat and coming out with a lunch tin with a duck on it. He opened the lunch tin and pulled out three pairs of goggles for which to fish with. Then he turned to the Saiyan woman and tossed her one, before putting a pair on himself. It was then that he saw the winged man and the fishermen mobbing him over his apparent intent to also fish.
The Saiyan would-be warlord waved to the wing man with a wide grin, “Hoi! You! Come over here and fish with us!” The Saiyan offered, before chucking the final pair of goggles with expert skill in the direction of the winged man, so that he could -hopefully- catch it and join in on their endeavor to hunt for fish while the other Saiyans that Cayle had assembled fished the 'old fashioned Earthling way'.
Without another word or hesitation, he stripped down to his shorts and jumped into the water, beginning to hunt for fish with or without the others. His goal was to gather at least a few thousand pounds- enough to buoy the business and make some much needed zeni, and also enough to be able to supplement the foodstuffs of the Saiyan refugees which he shared an abode with alongside Konja and Jack.
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Post by Konja of Clan Korm on Nov 9, 2019 4:43:20 GMT -8
Konja snatched the goggles out of the air and took a few moments to watch Cayle put them on. She looked down at the pair she'd gotten, and sure enough, the rubber-lined plastic cups fit over her eyes just right, with the strap holding them in place. Yes, it felt slightly uncomfortable with this tightness, but it was nothing compared to the burn of the salt water.
She followed his voice and gaze, noting a curious sight of a man up in the sky with wings. Some sort of bird-man, then. This planet truly had a wide variety of people. If anything, he could probably use the third set of goggles, while the others learned to do it the way the natives did.
Unfortunate as it sounded for them, but perhaps it was for the better. If everybody here snatched a big fish, then this boat might just sink. For now, three would do.
The yam farmer followed suit and removed the top of her seemingly intelligent garment, diving in after her friend. Careful from her last experience at sea, she kept her eyes closed for a few moments as she felt about..
Yes, she was completely wet, from head to toe, with seawater... except for her eyes, sealed safely behind the goggles.
Opening her eyes, Konja smirked, took a deep breath, and submerged herself. It was time to hunt for a big fish.
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Post by Composite Thast on Nov 9, 2019 12:12:19 GMT -8
As the storm of various objects thrown by the protestors began to die down, the winged man would actually notice a pair on a boat. They were likely searching for profit too, and teaming up would be a quicker way to catch fish. Without a single question, he would float down to their boat and accept the man's pair of goggles with a decent catch. "Well, I'm not much of a classic fisherman, but these protestors don't want to work any time soon. That means I have plenty of time to learn." As the earthling would say this, he saw the various fishermen dive into the water! No rods or anything, but spears! These people meant real business, and Thast liked that. Giving a simple nod, he would strap on the goggles and dive into the high seas. Thanks to the saiyans, he would be able to navigate the waters well enough. Large amounts of fish swarmed everywhere, all ripe for the picking. With a few thrusts of the spear, he would manage to catch several large fish. even still, it was no where near the two thousand pounds he had promised. Nonetheless, he would get the slippery creatures in time, and be well compensated for his work. "At this rate the islands won't even need fishermen! Hahaha."
WC: 220 [2,000 Reached] Cayle Pota Konja of Clan Korm
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