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Zeni! The driving force of many things in the world, no....the universe!
Many have spent it, received it, and even fought for it. Money is the root of evil, but unfortunately, it is also what makes the world go round. Despite not having a house, and living out in the Bamboo Forest located on the outskirts of the East, Marcel still needed Zeni in order to buy certain things, and to of course keep his clothing clean. Just because he lives like a savage doesn't mean he wants to appear as such. With this, Marcel has found himself doing multiple jobs during his travels, from construction work, flipping burgers, and even car washes....
Now, his current job has the demonic Saiyan back to working around food, but it wasn't some burger joint this time. Instead, Marcel has found himself working as a waiter at a well established fancy restaurant, "Le Hercule." This five star establishment has it all. Fine dining, fancy people, ice sculptures, and.....folded napkins. The place was pretty populated on this fine night as it usually is. Chandeliers illuminated the place, and people came in left from right after confirming their reservations at the front. Quickly the white clothed tables would be filled with people placing their rumps on those soft cushioned seats. The tables were filled with the various utensils one needed properly placed along with empty glasses. Back, and forth waiters, and waitresses went, taking orders as well as delivering food as the chefs in the kitchen worked their magic, preparing many kinds of food that filled the place with such a captivating scent. Among the waiters who were out in the main area was Marcel who seemed very much out of place despite the clothing he wore.
Just like the other employees, Marcel sported a white long sleeved dress shirt with a black vest over it, black dress pants, and shes to match along with a bow tie to complete the look. His hair on the other hand was still as messy as ever with pretty much no way of fixing that. Looking out of place, Marcel looked around a bit nervous as he constantly adjusted his bow tie, making it clear he wasn't a fan of such a thing despite his proper etiquette. From time to time, fellow employees would come pass, some with things in hand bumping into the hybrid by mistake to which he apologized occasionally with bows. A waitress who obviously saw the poor man's struggle, came up to him, and whispered, "You're the new guy, right?" Law would glance over to her a bit confused, and nod causing the woman to grin. "Oh, I can tell...." she teased before shaking her head a bit. "I understand things seem pretty crazy now, but I can tell you it's pretty easy to get the hang of it." As she said that, the woman handed Marcel a notepad, menus, and pen in which he took, looking down at it. "Just look for somebody who hasn't gotten one of those menus yet, give it to them, and take their order. Oh, and make sure to be polite about it." she finished with a wink before walking off, causing the hybrid to faintly blush. He wasn't really the greatest with women....
But now it was time for him to do his job!
Law went around with the "tools" in his hand, looking for a table in need, but from the looks of it, there was no luck. The man the just walked around a bit hesitantly, while trying to keep a stern expression going.
Now Carmel had made a promise to herself when she started her journey of figuring out just what in the world she wanted to do with her life. Mainly, that she would actually do it and not laze out of things. It did help that unlike most things that she hovered in and out of, she actually did enjoy playing around with ki, but she questioned how long that resolve would hold in the face of having to do things. The only to know that though was to go out and do things and see.
So far, she wasn’t bored yet; if anything she was far more entertained than usual. Coincidentally, she was also much richer than when she started her journey of discovery, something that certainly had nothing to do with a few people losing bits of their money via telekinetic shenanigans, nope, not at all!
And with this completely coincidental windfall, she was in the mood to explore some other aspects of travelling, like trying out all the different foods; she was on a journey, not some sort of training trip of self torment. And the word on the street (and from doing a proper internet search) was that Le Hercule was one of the better establishments to dine in if you wanted the good food. Sure it also meant dealing with stuffy people, but hey, if people wanted to encourage her mischief, who was she to stop them?
Getting a reservation was a bit tricky but people were willing to do all sorts of things when embarrassing pictures were involved and her mind mojo needed a workout anyway. And thus the fox zoanthrope had arrived, dressed in one of her fancier kimono, decorated with a starry sky. At least the place did live up to its hype as far as aesthetics went; was that an actual ice statue? Okay, someone had far too much time and money on their hands. Hopefully the food was as high end.
Well she’d know what if someone brought her a menu…it was getting quite tempting to just reach out and borrow one from someone else, the mixture of boredom and mischief plotting starting to show on her face with the kind of grin that made managers and disciplinarians everywhere shudder.
This....was actually harder than the hybrid thought.
Marcel continued to hopelessly wander around tables, wondering if people were in need of their orders being taken, but everyone he went to were already fine on that department, and were just waiting for their food at this point. Feeling a bit defeated, Marcel was considering just going to the kitchen to help there. He is actually a decent cook, having assisted his mother during his youth, the memories of how to prepare things sticking to the guy like glue all these years, but after that little incident with that small burger joint in the South....it was probably wise to stay clear of that for a bit. How Marcel was able to set fire to that entire kitchen with nothing, but one uncooked patty remained a mystery to this day.
On his way to kitchen, Marcel caught something from the side of his visible eye. A table with a young fox zoanthrope lady....but no menu. She looked to be waiting, and quite bored. As he stood there, the hybrid realized that NOW was his chance to actually get some work down. Trying not to look all that enthusiastic, Marcel made his way to that table, speed walking a bit. "E-Erm...Greetings." the man welcomed followed by a bow which caused him to drop his pen. Quickly he attempted to retrieve it, crouching down only to have his forehead meet the edge of the table...with a thud. Marcel winced a bit, but still went for the pen, getting back up once he obtained it. He gritted his teeth some in pain before exhaling to calm himself. "My apologies, Miss..." he said a bit nervously before finally handing her the menu. First day on the job, and he was already screwing up. He could here the snickering from customers, and fellow employees behind his back which caused him to glance over, and sigh before looking down at the kimono dressed woman. He had his pen, and notepad on the ready with a soft smile on his face, trying to make sure she felt welcomed here. Law didn't plan on keeping this job for long, but it wasn't like he wanted to get fired, or anything!
"What would you like, Ma'am?" he asked politely, pressing the top of the pen with his thumb until it made a clicking noise. "Of course, take your time. We are in no rush here at Le Hercule." he claimed with a nod, rolling his tongue a bit as he said "Hercule"
Fortunately for Carmel and probably the restaurant in general, her growing boredom and the impatience that came with it got a cure in the form of a remarkably bright aura approaching her. She looked up at a very enthusiastic looking person who was also being quite the adorable klutz. She had to cover her mouth to suppress her giggles a bit as her waiter scrambled for his pen and managed to keep her amused via a table. “Greetings dear entertainer! I see this place’s record for providing a proper ambiance is accurate; nice to see that it isn’t all stuffed up.”
She took the menu, idly flicking through the pages with her tail mostly because she could. It took only a couple of minutes before she knew what she wanted. “Okay, are you ready Mr Entertainment? For appetizers, I would like an order of dim sum, the fried calamari, and chicken wings! Oh! And one Mudslide!” She twirled the menu on her finger, somehow keeping it balanced via cheating with telekinesis.
Everyone currently around the two were completely proper with what they were doing from employees to the obviously wealthy customers. Hell, they were even able to spare time to chat a little, and laugh those snooty laughs of theirs. Marcel instead was a complete mess even after getting himself together, waiting for the fur covered young lady. Visibly, it could still be seen that he is a bit nervous, his eyes glued on the notepad as if he was trying his hardest not to make eye contact. She'd then speak, calling the hybrid a....entertainer. That immediately caused him to peek down at her with a puzzled expression. "Enter....tainer...?" he repeated confusingly. Not getting the joke, Law thought that she had mistaken him for an actual entertainer which this place lacked....and may actually really need despite it's ratings.
His head turned left then right as he observed the other waiters, and waitresses. At first he thought the fox woman was referring to his attire, but the others were wearing the exact same, so it didn't really add up. Then it occurred to him.
His hair!
His hair always kept this somewhat messy appearance which wasn't all that bad, but it might have been to others. Oh how she must think of him a clown because of his hair! The eyes not really helping much neither in his mind. The man placed the notepad in his other hand with the pen before glancing up at his head, trying his best to brush his hair flat with his free hand, but to no avail.....He then noticed the piece of his hair that is always over his right eye, and attempted to blow it upward again with no success. With that failure done, Marcel set his eyes back on the woman who was flipping through the menu. Despite it seemingly appear like she didn't notice what he was doing, the man still blushed a bit in embarrassment before glancing away. Just the idea of someone potentially seeing him do that was enough to get to him it seemed. The moment she said "Okay" Law quickly pressed the tip of the pen against the blank pad, and immediately looked down at it. But of course her calling him "Mr.Entertainer" didn't go over his head. He glanced up at her, and blinked once before just looking back down. There was no use talking about it at this point, so he just let it slide.
As she told the man her order, Marcel nodded, and began to slide the tip of the pen against the paper only to notice something was wrong....
The freaking pen isn't working!!
Thinking things couldn't get any worse, things pretty much did. While the foxy woman continued on, Marcel simply stared at the notepad with his eye twitching slightly. "Hmmm..." the hybrid hummed a bit once the zoan finished. Distracted by the lack of a working pen, the poor hybrid didn't even get her order entirely! He was going to ask if she could repeat it, but then he looked at her, first getting a little surprised at her twirling of that menu, then thinking about how rude it, and unprofessional it would be to show her that he wasn't paying attention! "....Excellent choices, ma'am." the man said with a bow, thankfully not hitting the table. "Now, I shall take this if you don't mind....and I will....be back with your food...shortly." he claimed, attempting to get the twirling menu from her. If he managed to get it, he would place it under his arm, along with the notepad, and....pen before proceeding of towards the kitchen if there wasn't anything else needed.
All while trying to remember everything she's said. He was normally good with certain stuff like this, but....oi.
Oh this was just precious! Carmel’s snickers were quite a bit harder to keep in check as she watched her adorable snowpuff of a waiter bumble through actually doing the job. She wondered if he’d be able to make it through the night without spontaneously combusting or some such. Or even her table at this rate. “Well you are being most entertaining right now, far more than your fellow workers at least.” Her voice was full of her smug and clear enjoyment of his continued confusion. “Don’t worry about it so much dearie.”
For all the good that comment was likely to do, the poor dear would probably end up in an even bigger panic, such a shame but watching the train wreck play out was so delicious! Like that thing he did with his hair when he thought that she wasn’t paying attention to him, oh if only she had a camera on her to immortalise these moments. And such a cute blush too, the temptation to keep on teasing him more was strong.
“Are you sure you’ve gotten all of that? It would be a shame if I talked too fast for you and you missed a part of it~” Her face was now the image of concern while inside she was flat out cackling, she knew that pen didn’t move near enough to write down her order, even with restaurant shorthand – which she doubted that the clearly new waiter knew – but would he work up the nerve to ask her to clarify? She doubted it but that didn’t mean that she wasn’t prepared to needle him for it anyway.
Much like she made sure to toss the menu at him while it was still twirling, making sure to adjust it so that he had to overreach just a bit to manage the catch. “Ah, but you are a most talented waiter, you wrote so fast that I barely saw your pen move! The staff here is quite impressive.” She was going to give herself a heart attack from keeping in her laughter for so long.
Still obviously confused about the woman's comment of him being entertaining, Marcel simply blinked a few times before giving an unsure, "Th-thank you." before bowing which was a habit of his. He decided not to in more on it, and just proceeded with his work, trying not to worry about it like the teasing fox said.
Everything appeared fine other then the pen going out, and the man not completely getting the order...It didn't seem like she suspected a thing...until she questioned him that is. Marcel looked down at the short fox once again as she spoke, swearing he could've heard a bit of muse coming from her tone. The way she looked at him all concerned was enough to fluster the poor man some more, causing him to glance away while scratching the side of his cheek with a finger. When it came to social interactions, Marcel wasn't all that good with it, but when it came to women that appeared to be around his age group, it would only get worse. His experience with the opposite gender is extremely low to the point that if the poor guy is harmlessly flirted with, or believes he is being flirted with, it will turn him into a blushing mess as he is being right now. But still he tried his best to keep a calm expression, and if it wasn't for his cheeks illuminating that annoying red color, he possibly could've gotten away with it.
Poor Marcel.
"Oh, no...no, I actually have gotten it all down." he...claimed, finally looking back at her with a small smile, trying to use to hide his lies. He already made himself look enough like a fool, he didn't want to add more fuel to the fire! The young lady then tossed the menu at Marcel after he tried to get it from her which caught him by surprise, but not enough for him to miss, or drop it thankfully. Easily, he caught it between his middle, and index finger before placing it under his arm. What the woman most likely didn't know about Marcel is that he is a warrior who trains himself daily in order to become a protector of this planet, so his reflexes weren't bad....he just tended to have bad luck in situations like this. However, he didn't expect someone as proper looking as this woman to actually toss things about, or even twirl things so nonchalantly like she was just doing. He honestly thought she'd act more like the others around, but it doesn't really bother him. She would then comment on his.....pen movements which caused Marcel to move his lips a bit nervously. She didn't know....did she?
Marcel instead slowly shook his head, and said, "You are too kind, Mi-ss." stuttering a bit before backing up some. With another bow, he went off towards the kitchen, going through the door, and closing it behind him. Inside had quite a few chefs going back, and forth along with waiters who carried out dishes of delicious smelling foods, desserts as well. "Ah, who do I look for to ask abou-" before Marcel could finish, a chef handed the hybrid four plates, two stacked up for each hand, and covered neatly, causing the man to drop his notepad along with the other stuff on the ground. It seemed like the chef thought he was here to take out an order. Marcel tried to stop him, but the chef quickly rushed off, getting back to work with the others as it was quite busy. Instead of leaving it there, Marcel came up with a....less than brilliant idea. Walking back out the door with the plates in hand, Marcel made his way back to the fox, trying to keep a professional look on his face. Perhaps he would get lucky, and these were coincidentally the stuff she asked for! But that was a fifty fifty shot.....or more twenty ninety....
"Sorry for the wait, Miss." he claimed, despite it not actually being all that long. He placed the four dishes on her table before bowing. "W-would you care for anything to drink?" he asked, calmly, looking back at her while glancing occasionally at the dishes, waiting for the worse to obviously happen.
(You can pick what's hidden under those plates if you want :P)
Oh but this poor waiter really was a bounty of adorable awkwardness! And he was turning the most interesting shades of sad when e tried to bumble through talking to her! Ah but did she luck out with her waiters, this guy was far more fun to tease and she didn’t even need to put in any real effort doing it! Her eyes narrowed playfully as the silly boy tried pretending that he even remotely got her order, tail swishing as she smelled blood in the water.
“It’s Carmel, dearie, being called Miss all the time makes me feel old, and I’m far too young for that.” It was now a mission of hers to see just how much she could rattle this guy before the night was over. When he ran off, the fox collapsed on the table soon after, shoulders shaking as she laughed like a loon her into her arms. Oh but this guy is a total riot! I can’t believe someone so shy would even take a job like this! Heheh, this doesn’t seem like the kind of employment he should be doing but hey, as long as he’s here……
She thoroughly disregarded the scowling and huffing patrons who had sticks shoved too far up their rears to appreciate proper humour in a situation. One of them was about to open her mouth in her overall direction, the deep set scowl and her being some old crone making it clear what the topic would be – something that the fox came not a hoot about.
“My word! Such –“ And that was all that Carmel was letting her get to say, an invisible nudge to the throat sending her into a coughing fit. Ah, it was nice to be able to silence annoying twits like that, enough that she was considering maybe not escalating harder on the old bat, as long as she behaved herself that was. “Mmn, are you okay there old lady? You seem all choked up on something!” Oh she’d had years to refine smug bitchiness while laying about and she was going to use it!
How she would have continued from here was something that would be left a mystery as her most enjoyable waiter was back – wait, how was he back already? The surprise showed on her face as she watched him deliver the dishes in record time! “Oh my, there’s fast service, but this is something else! Did you put through a rush order for little old me? And something extra as well? Because I count one dish extra~”
She raised one dish at random, taking her sweet time to draw out the suspense as she revealed. “Oh? A..salad. Are you trying to imply something there about my weight perhaps?” Her tone was still teasing, but there was an edge of something that promised retribution if Carmel didn’t like his answer. Not quite as happy anymore, she flicked the second cover off with her finger, sending it into the air where it would doubtless land on the floor if her waiter didn’t catch it.
“Ah now this is more like it, porterhouse steak, smells medium rare too, a bit more cooked than I’d have it, but I can work with this. And fries as the side? Yep, happy again, wrong order but a bit of an upgrade. Now all you have to do is convince me to pay for it~” While he tried to work out how to respond to that one, Carmel idly lifted cover number three, this one housing….
“A burger with all the fixings…” She took a deep breath and tried to sort the meat from the steak smells. “Smells like lamb, wow, you’re really going for the delivery of surprises tonight dearie! So, want to tell me what’s behind door number four? Or are we going to find out together?” Of course she was going to lift up the dome all the same, this was too much fun for her to let it lie.
“Oh, well now.” And dome the fourth just so happened to be one of the most decadent looking sundaes she had ever seen in her life, and that included those cooking shows on the tv! Multiple scoops of rich vanilla and salted caramel ice cream, drizzled with chocolate fudge and marshmallow sauces, cut up banana slices all in a clear bowl with two ornate spoons in the dessert. “Is this your way of asking me out dearie? Because I do appreciate the spontaneity and humour in that case~” It would be the most novel way someone tried to get her attention. Sure she knew full well that this was probably a massive screwup but that didn’t mean that she was going to let such a setup just walk on by after it fell right into her lap like that.
All Marcel could do at the moment was rub the side of his arm with his hand as the Zoan, Carmel he believed she told him commented on how fast he came back. "Of...of course, Mis...I mean, Lady...Carmel." he claimed, choking up a bit over his own lies. She seemed impressed, so hopefully this won't go off as bad as he expected. Then she spoke of there being an extra plate....His eye twitched a bit as things seemed to have begun to unravel. Perhaps it will be a bonus! That's all he could really hope for at this point.
The hybrid politely moved his arms to his back, his thumbs twiddling together as he waited nervously for her to open the first plate. At this point, he was contemplating walking off to another table to get away from the potential chaos this might cause, but it was too late! The young lady opened the dish only to be greeted with a salad which she obviously seemed disappointed about. She'd then comment on it in a way that would cause the poor man to bite his lower lip before immediately shaking his head. "No! I-I would never do such a...thing. You look wonderful...." he nodded before thinking a bit on what he had just said, causing his face to light up once again. "I mean...I'm not trying to err, I'm not trying to come on to you, or any sort of thing like that!" he quickly claimed, rubbing the side of his own face in embarrassment before looking away. He is absolutely TERRIBLE at this. He'd then hear her comment on her next dish, causing him to look back just in time to see the top of the second plate in mid flight, quickly catching it with one hand before placing it gently back on her table. She seemed actually happy with this one despite bringing up that it wasn't what she ordered. She then brought up convincing her to pay him..."Ummm.." the man pondered a bit. Clearly, he brought the teasing fox the wrong orders, so it wouldn't even be right for him to charge her. At this point, he was contemplating on paying it himself for her troubles, but before he could say anything, she opened yet another dish which after a bit of inspection, she turned out to like as well!
A faint smile appeared on the hybrid's face as it seemed that things were actually going well despite the mixed up order. He may actually get away with this, but boy did he stick out like a sore thumb at this place. Not even his etiquette is enough to keep things together, plus Carmel's teasing wasn't helping AT ALL.
"I....wouldn't want to ruin the surprise...." he replied, talking about the final dish that has yet to be opened. He was completely in the dark about any of what he's brought the woman, so of course what he said was just some way of trying to hide his obvious blunder. She then opened the final dish revealing a treat that even caused Law to open his mouth a bit. He didn't have much of a sweet tooth, but he'd be lying if he said that sundae didn't look delicious. Quickly, he closed his mouth, and began to play it professional again....until she started up with that teasing again. Quickly, he rubbed the side of his shoulder again, his cheeks glowing red while once again shaking his head. "No, tha-that's not it at all, Lady C-Carmel." He'd then quickly rub the back of his head before trying to correct himself saying, "Not that there is anything wrong with you, I mean!" he then looked away, an obviously defeated look on his face before sighing. "Let me just go ahead, and pa-" but before he could finish...
"Excuse me, but that is OUR order!!" coming from the elderly snooty man who was sitting with the old woman that the sneaky fox previously "harassed." "The NERVE..." he'd then call over the one in charge of this place to complain right as Marcel turned around to face them. It appears like the hybrid is going to have to pay anyway...twice as much by the looks of it. It was obvious that the boss wasn't going to be having any of this nonsense, so right after Law took out his zeni, and placed them both on the fox's, and elderly couple's tables, his employer made it clear that he wanted him out, but not before asking for him to turn in his bow tie. The boss then apologized to both tables before telling the couple that another waiter will take their orders before marching off. Marcel deafeningly bowed at both tables with his eyes closed before getting up, and preparing to walk away to the entrance.
This is getting better and better as it goes by! “Lady Carmel? Oh do keep that up, I do like the sound of that one dearie.” Carmel replied, her smile getting wider and far more amused as the stuttering conversation went on. She also had to give him some credit for the nice save when he got her annoyed with the salad incident and she certainly wasn’t going to turn down compliments, especially when they sounded genuine like that. Ah, such an adorable guy like that really is the best type to tease to death And of course she put thoughts to words as the guy kept on stammering. “You think I’m wonderful? Why thank you, you’re quite adorable yourself!” Left out was what was making him so adorable in her eyes.
And when he went into denial about asking her out, her response was her should be patented pout of doom combined with the soulful eyes. “You mean you don’t think I’m worth asking out?” She had to bite inside of her cheeks a bit to keep the face going without ruining it with laughter. Okay, this was pretty much the perfect night so far, good potentially free food and her own personal source of boundless entertainment!
So of course someone had to go and ruin it, mainly the spouse of that annoying old crone she had to shut up. And on top of that they had the nerve to get her source of fun fired?! Oh she was not taking this insult lying down, and on that note, the owner himself clearly needed some humbling as well. Carmel casually ignored the potential hypocrisy of plotting vengeance when she was messing with the guy just before; she was a fox, she didn’t play fair or honest.
First, she had to make sure her toy didn’t go running off so soon. It was a series of events that took place, a chair shifting slightly just enough to get in the owner’s way, another tug to try directing her waiter’s attention to her and her tail flicking out to try wrapping around his arm. “Now, now, where do you think you’re going dearie? If you aren’t my waiter anymore, then I see no reason why we can’t go on with that date you asked me on in such an inspiring way.” She gave him a bright smile that had a good bit to do with the owner stumbling right into another chair just a bit out of place and ending up on the floor, said chair tipping over and landing on his head before bouncing and rolling to a stop right by her table.
“Take a seat dearie, help me eat all this food, and do grace me with my date’s name?” The fox was obviously not taking no for an answer here and counting on her waiter’s shyness and eagerness to please to keep him around for her to keep having fun. Besides, he should get to see just how she intended to bring this restaurant down around those designated victims’ ears.
This night was nothing, but awful for poor Marcel. First day on the job, and the poor hybrid was already fired. He has been fired from other jobs in the past, but this right here was ridiculous, and very unprofessional for the guy. Unaware about the things that were about to unfold, Marcel was on his way out of the building, taking a deep breathe in the process, but just as he did, he paused, feeling as if something was tugging at him, but that would quickly get covered up by the feeling of fur wrapping around one of his arms.
Just as that happened, he turned his head back around to the table Carmel sat at while the fox spoke. He looked at her with a puzzled expression. Why would she want him to stay? Despite the mostly positive results, he still did screw up her order, yet she seemed to take some sort of liking to him even bringing up a.....date he apparently asked her out on which yet again caused him to fluster. "Oh, um. I didn't ask for a-" he'd then pause, hearing the sound of his previous boss, unfortunately tripping over a chair which quickly caught the hybrid's attention. He blinked a few times as he watched some of the waiters going to their employer's aid, but didn't make it in time as yet ANOTHER chair came crashing down on the poor man before amazingly flipping over, and landing perfectly by the fox's table. What a....strange turn of events this was. Still Marcel couldn't put it together that it was actually this mischievous ball fluff that was causing all this. Unlike Carmel, Marcel actually appeared to be a bit concerned about the poor man, but it seemed like he was okay as he got back to his feet thanks to some of the other waiters.
The zoan would then continue to speak, catching Marcel's attention once more. He looked down at the food then back at her, pondering a little to himself. It...wouldn't hurt to sit down, and get a bit to eat...wouldn't it? He was fired, but not kicked out, and he did have to pay for the food after all, so he'd might as well get a bit of what he was buying. Admittedly, the fox woman was quite....captivating if he had to be honest. That thought alone was enough to make him lightly blush yet again. "U-Um...M-Marcel." he managed to get out before placing a hand on his chest, following it with a bow. "Marcel Law...."
The man then proceeded to take a seat on the very chair that came flipping over here, and pushed it up closer to the table. "I'm...not really sure what else to say to be honest." he claimed, glancing away from her, peeking at her from time to time. It was hard for him to keep contact. He is just so bad this sort of stuff. Yet great with most other things. "I...really appreciate it, Lady Carmel." he said with a bit of sincerity in his tone, actually managing to keep eye contact during it before they slowly drifted away to everything else that was going on in the establishment. From this angle, things actually looked pretty nice here. It was certainly better than trying to run around back, and forth getting orders. He would then try to look for a fork on the table without looking, his hand slowly sliding along the table, and luckily avoiding the food. "I also didn't mean to offend you...back there." he claimed, referring to her believing that he didn't think she was worth going out with. "I'm just not...It's...Ahhhh..." the red eyed man stumbled with his words, raising his free hand to the side of his face as his index finger tapped on his temple as he closed his eyes in embarrassment, the other hand still searching for that pesky utensil.
It took a bit of time and quite a lot of rosy cheeks from her impromptu date, but Carmel was able to convince him that she was right and that he was sticking around for at least part of the evening. “Marcel Law, mmn, nice to have a name to go with a meal.” Choosing not to elaborate on what exactly she meant with that, Carmel moved on, claiming the steak as her own. “Well as I’ve said, I’m Carmel, more accurately, Carmel Dulcis.”
She gave him another bright smile that had the poor bundle of adorable shyness unable to even look at her for too long, or was that due to said shyness by itself? Carmel thought about it and decided that it didn’t particularly matter in the end, it was going to end in the same way, with her cute date keeping her amused with his actions. And tossing out the occasional sweet comment too that she would happily drink in. “Why thank you! It wasn’t as if I could just leave you in the lurch over a bad night, besides, you’re too cute to let run off so soon.” Both her tone and the way her tail was swaying showed her happiness at the thanks, the fox quite happy to be complimented.
“And I get it, you got all flustered and ended up picking up the wrong orders hmm? I didn’t know that I could be quite that distracting but it is quite flattering to see it in action like that.” She noticed his random hand searching a while ago and it was a bit cute watching him try to find whatever he was looking for without actually looking – she wondered, would he be bold enough too….no, of course not, this guy was far too shy. That didn’t stop it from being a good idea for the sheer fun of it all.
She moved her hand forward just enough for the searching hand to take it, Carmel holding onto it to hopefully stop the likely panicked retraction. “You’re just adorably shy, but that’s fine, peeling you out of that shell ought to be fun.” She was going to make Marcel red like a tomato before the night was over. A bright red tomato! “So, besides being a fun waiter, what else do you do with your time. You certainly seem to be quite fit for just your standard worker….” She could have probably not openly looked him over like an all you can eat buffet that she had the sole tickets too, but that wouldn’t have been anywhere near as entertaining.
"Well, it's a pleasure to properly meet you, Lady Carmel Dulcis." the hybrid greeted. What a mouth full saying that all was. Perhaps it would be best to just stick with Lady Carmel. Though he continued to look away, an obvious small smile would peek up on his face at the woman's kindness. There was really no reason for her to do what she did. Hell, most people wouldn't even have done what she did, but he truly did appreciate it. He wasn't really sure how to react on the "too cute" part however. He was slightly about it, but that was mostly because of his brutish Saiyan genes. They weren't exactly the cute bunch, and didn't seem to be fans of being called such, while on the other hand Marcel just silently sat there obviously embarrassed by the compliment like he was about most other things.
Still, Marcel's hand wandered about in search of that fork which really shouldn't even be that hard to begin with even if he wasn't actually looking. It appeared that the Zoanthrope understood what the hybrid was trying to get out, or at least most of it. For his entire life, Marcel just never seemed to have been able to connect with anybody of the opposite sex, but it didn't really become noticeable to him until his Middle School years since he had other things to deal with while in Elementary...."Y-Yeah...Not...really a pro-professional at this..." he commented, letting out a weak somewhat forced chuckle.
The point is, he is bad at this, and he'd might as well close the book on his love life...not that he ever had one to begin with.
Things would then go silent afterwards. Marcel was STILL fishing for that damn fork with no luck. If he would have looked, he'd see that the fork was quite close to him, staring the fool in the face. His hand was instead more on Carmel's side of the rounded table which of course the fox was going to use to her advantage. Still looking out at the rest of the restaurant, Marcel noticed the elderly couple whose table were next to their own, of course with some distance. From time to time the two would look over to the odd pair's table, and start talking among themselves. Couldn't really blame them. First, the former waiter got their orders mixed up, and gave it to the furry troublemaker who was now suddenly eating with her. They must've believed this whole thing was staged, and that the hybrid was trying to sneak a free meal to the foxy one this whole time. Law looked at them for a bit as they judged him. With what happened during his childhood, being judged on wasn't something Marcel was to fond of, a somewhat annoyed expression on his face as the couple cackled that snooty cackle of theirs.
But quickly that would go out the window, and the man would find himself distracted yet again. Feeling the soft, fur covered hand resting on top of his, Marcel's eyes widened some as he was about to pull away only to feel it grip his. "Oh, my apologies! I didn't mea-" Law said, quickly turning to face the young lady with a surprised expression only to be stopped by her suddenly talking. Again, her words would leave the man all red. Now he couldn't get his eyes off of her, staring a bit before blinking some once she asked her question. "Oh...I...train. Things...that I wish to protect." he claimed, his eyes glancing down at the woman's hand. "What of you?" he distractedly asked. Clearly there was more to her as well, and he was naturally curious. The ki he could sense from her was above a normal Earthlings, so could it be possible that she is a fighter as well?
Then there was something that just struck. Something she said earlier...."...nice to have a name to go with a meal." "Excuse me, but...what did you mean by....meal?" his mind then started to wander, causing him to quickly shake his head with his eyes closed before saying, "Actually....forget I...asked that." his cheeks lit up like a Christmas tree. He has no clue what could come of this night.
“Oh don’t worry about not being a professional, that just lets me train you up properly! Besides, the cute innocent ones have their own charm to them.” Mostly because Carmel liked teasing people but if Marcel hadn’t worked that out yet, she wasn’t about to let him know, especially now that she’d managed to get him the right kind of flustered to keep his attention all on her and not those pair of idiots the next table over who clearly hadn’t learned yet. Well she’ll fix that one along the way, multitasking was the most efficient thing out there after all.
“Things that you want to protect hmm? That’s a more noble reason than most at least. Certainly more than mine….” As his eyes went from her to his hand that she still hadn’t let go of, maybe he’d notice how her smile kept getting smugger by the moment. “I’ve been enjoying experimenting with ki, it’s been quite fun just feeling everything that opens up to you with it!” Like say tracking that annoying old crone and tying the fancy tablecloth to her fancy dress, slowly and not too tight, just enough for a bit of what was going to come after.
“The fighting thing though, well I’ve been working on, let’s say an overall style of minimising movements. Maybe I might delve into it more, make a proper martial arts out of it, but I want to get some opinions from other fighters, especially martial arts students and masters first, learn a bit about the wider world, explore while I’m at it, see the sights, try new things.”
It was about then that Marcel finally got back to what she had said earlier which just drew a deep chuckle out of her. “My, are you sure you want to know dearie?” Should she leave him with how embarrassed he already was or add fuel to the fire? Hah, like her choice was ever going to be in doubt. “I could let you know, but for something like that I’d prefer to show rather than tell.” Ah, but she should try to make sure that Marcel doesn’t pass out on her….maybe.
It didn’t make her stop grinning at him like she intended to devour him.
“That would be after dinner though.” She finally let him get his hand back, taking up her own utensils and digging into her steak and waiting for him to manage to find his fork and start eating before adding another comment. “Got to make sure that you have energy for it.” He could do with a bit more redness, he was a big guy, he could probably handle it.
In all honesty, Marcel didn't really see what Lady Carmel was talking about at first. What charm was there in an innocent fool such as Marcel. He'd usually see women fawning over men who were a lot more confident about these sort of stuff, who were able to flirt like champs, and capable of....doing much more. Perhaps there is something to men like Law, but he may never fully understand since he is the one experiencing it. Marcel is no flirt, but he sure is honest....for the most part that is. "If...you say so."
Unfortunately, and unknowingly to Marcel, this was all just some ruse to get the man's attention away from the mischievous acts that she was going to set into motion for that snooty couple who may, or may not deserve what's going to soon come for them. She was also getting a kick out of teasing the hybrid, but he is too blinded by the fox's very words, getting all flustered up, and messing with his mind. No doubt Marcel would be upset, and possibly even infuriated if he ever finds out, but only time will tell. Marcel nodded as his "date" questioned the man on his views. He wishes to protect the this planet he calls home, and the people who inhabit it. A cliche yes, but this is mainly something he wants to do for his late step father who loved this planet dearly for the good that came out of it. Marcel honestly doesn't owe Earth anything, especially with the torment it has brought him in the past, but his love for his step father was strong, and the man even managed to show him what was good about the Earth as well. Everything has an opposite, and there is really no stopping that.
"Oh?" the hybrid said while raising an eyebrow at Lady Carmel's next response about her views. The man shook his head a bit before saying, "It doesn't really have to be noble if you ask me. Just follow your passion, Lady Carmel. That is what I'm doing." he said, giving the woman a small reassuring smile. When it came to situations that were less flirty, Marcel isn't just a flustered mess, and will at times pass down advice his step father use to give him, or advice of his own. There were honesty to his words of course. No matter how bad it is, Law believes that one should always follow what they love to do the most, and if it ended up being something that went against his own passions....then he would deal with that once the time comes. At this point, he didn't even notice the hand on his own. He was now giving the woman his undivided attention when she spoke about this fighting style of hers she wanted to make. It certainly caught Marcel's interest. He didn't have one of his own, only really fighting in a brute like fashion which is something he should actually fix.
But, before he could put his own input on it however...
That chuckle of hers followed by the question was enough to quiet Marcel. He'd be lying if he said he wasn't curious, but at the same time was reluctant to answer, going right back into his flustered state. What she'd say after that would leave the man speechless, his entire face now glowing a bright red to the point that people started to whisper among themselves, wondering if the hybrid was sick, or something. Even after she took her hand off of his own, and started to eat, Marcel continued to look at her for a minute before quickly shaking his head as his face went back to normal color. "U-Umm..." he'd then move around in his seat a bit for...some reason before hesitantly picking up his fork, and digging it into another part of the steak. "B-but anyway....For a fighting style like that, perhaps magic, or even telekinesis could help in that." he claimed as he put a piece of the food in his mouth, unknown to him that she was already dabbling in one of those.
This....was going to be an interesting night, possibly.
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