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The light swear escaped the young adults lips as he stood before an open shed. His arms folded over one another and an inquisitive, thoughtful expression splayed across his face. His lips parting to reveal white teeth, his upper lip curled upward in disappointment. “Darn, darn, darn.” He repeated, stamping on the ground a bit frustrated. Though, he wasn't too torn up about this inconvenience. “I need..I need a new scythe!” He sucked his teeth. Stepping forward, into the tool room and grasping a dull gardening tool. Running his thumb along the incredibly dull edge. “Huh..well, guess I oughta venture into town. Inner Sadal's gotta have some stuff.” He thought internally. Turning heel, the man stepped out and tossed the item to the wayward.
The male walked from his shed and into his home. Quickly making way into his room and drawing forth his desired set of clothes. A black shirt, fitting his form quite well if he said so himself, and a pair of faded yellow trousers. Blue ankle warmers over his pant legs and black shoes on each foot. A brown bag attached to his waist. Holding a fair amount of currency. “All set,” He mouthed. Taking a slight breath, Touma set out into Sadal. The trip rather short as he flew into town at a quickened pace.
Though Touma wasn't really a local for the city of Sadal, he was met with greeting looks and nods. Nothing out of the ordinary or too extravagant. He didn't mind. Really, he just wanted to get his scythe and get his crops done and ready for eating. Thus, he walked at a swift speed. Passing many businesses and associations that benefited the Saiyans of the planet. Reaching a gardening oriented space was quick, luckily. The lad handing over a few hundred Zeni in exchange for a brand new scythe. It's edge serrated and sharp.
[Flavor item: Gardening scythe - acquired]
Touma exited the shop, but ended up taking a seat to the side. Plopping down onto his rear, the tool propped on his shoulder. “Well..I guess I could linger. Maybe something interesting might finally happen 'round here, hehe.” He chuckled to himself. Blinking and flaring his Ki just a little to garner some attention. Just a little.. PL: 1,500
Thread PL: 6,268Ever since leaving Namek, Octas found himself out of place on many worlds. Sadal was no different. He was really out of place here, having been different than the Saiya-jins which inhabited the planet. In the Capital City, he was greeted by stares from the women and children.
It wasn't so much the fact that he looked different. The fact that Octas actually wasn't a Saiya-jin would be a huge factor in those stares. He spoke to himself inwardly, to the voice that also inhabited his body. The one he'd absorbed to gain newfound power. He'd forgotten the younger Namek's name long ago. <What a strange society. Has noone ever told them that it's not polite to stare? They act like they've never seen a Namekian before. I should just kill them.>
<Tch...please don't, Octas. They've done nothing to you!> tthe voice of reason would speak, a very peaceful voice who'd been with him ever since the fusion. The young Healer inside of him was the last bit of light shining within the darkened heart of the deceptive Namekian. The source of half of his power.
<I suppose you're right, as much as I hate to admit it. It would be quite detrimental to my efforts if I make a big scene here, after all. I came here looking for a decent training partner...> the Demon Clan soldier within him had aspirations. The Namekian people were long without a definitive leader, and Octas aimed to take that throne for himself. Furthermore, once he ruled Namek...then he would move along to bigger things.
The voice of reason would agree with Octas, though it disagreed with his views. <...corpses do not training partners make, Octas. You must control yourself, I can't. Just behave. I'm sure you'll find someone.>
The truth of the matter was, Octas had gained greater power through manipulating the young Dragon Clan Namekian into the fusion. However, he'd forgotten many of his deadly techniques. He needed strength in order to conquer, and on this world there was rumored to be mighty warriors. That was when he'd spot the Saiya-jin coming out of the shop.
His red eyes would narrow. He'd tilt his head as he studied the man walking out with a farming tool. The man looked strong enough. But...he was using a tool? He was...a farmer? Octas had to know more. He needed to know why this Saiya-jin was wasting his potential like this.
He'd approach the man, his dark blue robes flapping in the wind. He'd let his hood fall backwards, antennae sticking straight up and drawing more stares from the crowd. At first, he'd stay quiet and just look at Touma through narrowed slits. Then, he'd speak, his voice a deep and gravelly baritone. "Greetings, Saiya-jin. You are a Saiya-jin, am I correct? I'd no idea Saiya-jins were farmers...but, I digress. My name is Octas. I am a Namekian. You may say that I am here to study your kind, so I may want to ask a few questions if you are okay with that."
His social interaction skills left much to be desired, but he'd gotten his point across. At least he thought so. He awaited an answer from the Saiya-jin.Wc: 544 TWC: 544
Demalia was visiting the city to buy some supplies. She was currently in the grocery store, picking up some ingredients for cookings. She had prepared herself for a decently long trip. She was looking for information and training, among other things after all. She didn't expect to be staying for the length of time that she was though. That had a lot to do with her now boyfriend.. boyfriend. Demalia smiled to herself as she picked out some vegetables. Honestly she still couldn't believe that she had a boyfriend now. She didn't even imagine she would she would find something like that here. Or anywhere for that matter. For all her life she was absorbed in her work, and most recently more serious manners. Now she had a significant other in her life. She was going to have to get food to account for his tastes while she was here: she imagined she would be cooking for him quite a bit.
After she was done, she went out of the store carrying her bags. She set them down, taking off her glasses and slipping on her scouter. This was custom for her to do while heading back. This way she would be able to see any significant power while going to the ship. Surprisingly she saw two very notable power levels not that far off. She picked up her grocery bags and walked off to investigate them.
She saw a Saiyan with a scythe. It wasn't a weapon: Saiyans didn't usually use weapons anyway. The design was meant more for farming then it was fighting. The second power level came from a green skinned alien. Demalia knew what he was, even if she hadn't seen one in person. She spoke up to both of them, making her presence known.
"Pardon me, I hope I'm not interrupting the both of you. It's just that I've never seen a Namekian in person before. May I ask what brings you to Sadal? That might be a pit presumptuous of me to ask, since I'm also not from around here. But an opportunity like this doesn't come up often."
Demalia's eye were shining brightly as she turned to look over at the Saiyan. A researcher loved getting to meet interesting subjects they've looked up close and in person. Namekians had many interesting abilities that other races didn't have. Still, it would be rude for her to ignore this person as well. Besides, he was strong too, even for a Saiyan.
"Oh, I should have introduced myself first. I'm Demalia, a Tuffle who came here to do some research. Who might you two be?"
Well, it seemed as though the young adults prayers were answered to; Much faster than he really anticipated, to be fair. His brows lifted as he locked eyes onto the passing citizens of the Capital City. It was interesting in it's own right. Saiyans passed, and so did Tuffles. There was this odd feeling in the male's chest that told him Tuffles were a peculiar lot. Something about how small they tended to be, coupled with their incredible intelligence. He'd shrug the feeling off, for now. Nah, something new captured his attention now. He squinted some as his black pupils locked right onto a brand new, green and chiseled face. A Namekian. On his Sadal? Neat. The young man smiled some and brought his chin up to greet Octas.
“Touma,” The lad responded. “I know what you are, guy. Don't worry, you got it right. I'm a Saiyan, me and most of the population ‘round here.” Touma nodded, rising to his feet and dusting his rear off. The scythe still propped on his shoulder. Blinking, the man shifted weight to his right leg. “Yeah. I'm a farmer. Though, I don't really consider it a career; It's more of a necessary hobby. Puts food in my stomach and puts a couple Zeni in my pocket when I sell.” He shrugged. “Study us? And you picked me? Color me flattered,” Touma grinned. “Shoot, Mr. Namekian,” He nodded.
“Hm?” The young man hummed in acknowledgment, looking now, to Demalia. His brows lifting again and an 'o’ made with his lips. “Wow, you're..little,” Touma thought to himself. Chuckling just a tad to himself, though his face was stone and respectful. He took it Tuffle didn't take kindly to laughing and jokes. He'd respect it. Instead, an honest smile was offered. “Boy, questions all around.” He huffed. “Touma,” He repeated. “And it ain't too big an interruption.” He shrugged casually.
“So. Whats to know,” He looked to Octas. Focusing on him yet again.
Octas was a strange being. His body was tall and chiselef, casting a large shadow over most others he would come in contact with. Though he was part of the "Dragon Clan", it was easy to believe that he was one of the more "demonic" Namekians. With his dark green skin and red eyes, he also sported a set of small upturned horns right below his antennae, his ears longer and pointier than most. Yet, he spoke and behaved very politely. After all, he had to if he ever wished to accomplish his goals.
He regarded the Saiya-jin for a moment, his lips curling upward at the corner. Here he was, face to face with one of the very inhabitants of Sadal who he'd come seeking. Though he found himself quite surprised. He wasn't anything like Octas had imagined. "Yes, I have chosen to study you. Not because you are a great warrior though. Merely because I believe that you are quite the strange one. You are nothing at all like the Saiya-jins I met at the gate when I entered the city..." he spoke in a very matter of fact tone, moving over to look into a shop window. "...where's your armor? You don't look like much, honestly. Of course I could be wrong so don't take it offensively."
He'd then notice Demalia through the corner of his eye. He'd agree with the Saiya-jin on one thing, the girl was small. But he was still in the observation phase of his plans, so he simply greeted her with the bow of his head. "Demalia, you say? Nice to meet you, I am Octas. I am..." he hesitated for a moment, his antennae bobbing as he tilted his head. "...I am also a scientist, you may say. I came from Namek in search of knowledge, and perhaps to find a training partner."
He would think for a moment before speaking again, coming up with the biggest lie he could think of. "I must become stronger if I wish to protect my people. I want to..." he grinned, canines gleaming. "Take care of them, know?"Wc: 354 Twc: 898
Demalia frowned up at the Saiyan. True, he was very tall, as was most of his race. He was was slightly bigger than Rutaba was. Still, it wasn’t as though she was tiny though. Being a hybrid meant that she grew taller than a pure Tuffle (in her case anyway).
“Is 5’1 really that short? I'm much taller than the rest of my brethren you know. You’d probably end up bonking your head on most of our doorways back on Plant.”
Demalia’s frown turned into a smile pretty quickly. The image of Touma whacking his head trying to get into a Tuffle store was mildly amusing. Of course she hadn’t that upset with the Saiyan to begin with, and wished him no harm. But it was still a funny image.
Something seemed… off about this Namekian. She couldn’t quite put her finger on what it was though. He wasn't an Umbrawn, since he was clearly displaying emotion. But there was something there. Maybe that smile was making her look into things too deeply. It probably just looked intimidating on him. Demalia decided she was being paranoid. Although her uneasiness didn't completely go away.
“Really, you’re a scientist too? What exactly are you researching? Various life forms seems to be a fair guess given the context of things. I’m here doing some research of my own. If you’re looking for some training, you can do it with me and Rutaba. I’ve made significant process since coming to this planet.”
Well her first impression of him wasn’t the best of ones. But this one was just based on a feeling. As opposed to Rose, who didn't exactly win Demalia over with certain views. So it was only fair to give Octas a chance. Hopefully her concerns would be unwarranted and remain invalid.
“..Jeez, Octa. Throw me a bone, you haven't even seen me in a fight!” Touma argued a little, rolling his eyes with a confident grin on his face. “You talk like you're mighty strong, though. Can ya back it up and maybe show me what you got sometime? Maybe as part of some kinda’ experiment? Huh?” It seemed Touma was interested in this Namekian's research. Blinking, though, the young man leaned back. Placing his scythe on the ground and a hand on his waist. “It's at home. I don't like wearing my stuff. It's not too comfortable,” The male shook his head. Octas’ comment on appearance was one Touma could not throw back. After all..for a Namekian he looked kinda. funky .
<Jeeeesh...this guy's intense looking. So green..his eyes are piercing red..this guy's like a living devil. Especially with those horns..> Touma examined the Alien carefully. Falling silent for a moment. <...So cool!! Looking like this, he's gotta be tough as hell! No doubt, he's probably one of those Warrior Namekian guys! Yeah, I like the idea of that!> Touma's sense of perception of people was certainly peculiar here. Off, to some; if not all who could peer into his mind. <Hmph! I oughta learn about you, Octa.>
Hearing his “goal”, Touma grinned. “Say, that's pretty noble, Octas! Good on you, man,” his lips were pulled back so wide. An honest grin plastered on the young man's face. It was really nice to hear that the other inhabitants of the Galaxy were so gallant and wholesome. It was also especially refreshing to hear the Namekian's also were intent on defending their people and values just as the Saiyans of Sadal did. It seemed to Touma that this Namekian especially was intent on defending his people if he would venture into the vastness of space!
Looking to Demalia again, he offered a hand. Partly guarding himself playfully. “Oops- Sorry, it's just I was surprised ’sall,” He chuckled. Her mention of him likely banging his head on doorways on Plant bringing a laugh forth. He, too, found the image kind of hilarious.
Touma brought a brow up curiously. Demalia was really pressing Octas on his goals and objectives. “Huh? Yeah, I guess that's a fair question. What’re ya researching, Octa? Anatomy? Martial arts? What?”
Upon hearing Demalia's question, Octas had to take a moment to come up with an answer. He thought about it for a split second before smiling and coming to an agreement with the young woman's assumption. "You would be correct, Madam Demalia." Keeping up this charade meant learning to act like the best actors in history. His smile was charming, and the devilish nature was hidden away for a moment. "One wishes to study the fighting styles and cultures of other species in an attempt to better understand what to expect if anyone ever invades one's planet. As for training with you and this Rutaba fellow? One would quite enjoy that. Though I warn you, my power isn't quite on par with that of a Saiya-jin yet."
He spoke with a modesty which overshadowed his true nature. For he knew that he was no slouch when it came to fighting, but to boast of what power he did have would be seen as sinful. He needed them to trust him, he needed their support. Whether they knew it or not, he was watching their every move and making future plans.
Touma was a tall man. Taller than already tall Octas, who dwarfed Demalia. At the moment, he had no way of assessing the man's power. Best way to do so would be to do battle with the man, and Octas knew this. But for now, he'd remained peaceful and serene. He'd respond to Touma with a friendly smile. "One is sure that you and I could have alot of fun together. But at first glance, you do not appear to be a warrior to one. One could be wrong however, and would love to test you mettle. Have you any experience fighting?"
The Saiya-jin appeared sort of dim to Octas, who held a higher intelligence than most of his peers. Though he'd keep these condescending thoughts to himself for the sake of stealth, they were there. Ever present as it were. He was blending in quite well, and learning a bit about those around him.Wc: 345 Twc: 1,243
Demalia reached out and shook the Saiyans hand briefly. She wasn’t getting any bad vibes from this one. Well, she could look forward to getting to know him better at least. He seemed to be much more focused on the Namekian then he was on her. Which she didn’t blame really. He was the most interesting guy here right now.
“Don’t worry about it. You didn’t mean any harm by that, and I’m rather used to comments about my height anyway. Although usually it’s about how tall I am. It’s rather strange being called short by someone.”
Demalia withdrew her head, turning and frowning at Octas’s answer. This was certainly a little off putting. It wasn’t as troubling as Rose’s attitude towards Ocyrians, but it was still a rather cynical point of view that the hybrid didn’t agree with. Still, she tried to turn her frown into a smile as she addressed him. She was partially successful. Although the smile she gave the Namekian was half-hearted at best.
“So you go from planet to planet assuming the possibility that you’ll fight them one day? The galaxy is a very peaceful place for the most part. You seem to be preparing for a war that isn’t going to happen. Even if you aren’t too strong now though, you can always build up your strength. Me and Rutaba will keep that in mind when you train with us.”
Demalia adjusted her glasses, watching the interaction between Octas and Touma. Paying close attention would be a good indicator of how each of these people were really like. Rose had started out nice enough before they started talking about certain subject matters. Perhaps things would become clear here too as time went on.
Madam? Rutaba. Boy, this Octas fella was pretty formal. Good for him. Though, Rutaba didn't sound like a Namekian name in the slightest. Nor did it really sound like a Tuffle name. Nah, that was a Saiyan name. But it wasn't one Touma really recognized. Nevertheless, like a child, Touma watched the small lady and the tall Slug-Man talk to one another. Mentioning that idea of training with one another in efforts to build up their battle power simultaneously while researching one another attributes and statistics. His black eyes darting, left then right. Focusing on one person, then another depending on who was speaking and who was listening. He had an incredibly curious look on his gob, like he wanted to know more about Rutaba now. “?” He hummed. “Say, you can't count me out of this, can you? Isn't it rude to make plans in front of someone's face? Especially when that someone can help everyone out?” Touma poked his index fingers together playfully. He wasn't all too subtle in trying to interject himself into the party. Looking to Octas again, the young man trotted over to the Name and flung an arm round the aliens shoulder.
“See, how are you gonna say I don't seem like much and then say you don't mount up to us Saiyans?” Touma smiled wide. “That don't make much sense, do it? Unless it's me specifically you're saying ain't really cutting it,” Touma cocked his eyebrows then. “In that case, then you owe me a battle or two, don't ya?” As the male spoke, he lightly tapped the robed Namekian's chest with his index finger. Though, after this action his attention returned to that of Demalia. He had his own questions now, though they didn't quite pertain to her exclusively. Instead, he was now interested in that Rutaba. He didn't recognize it but it felt like a familiar name. Like..he was supposed to know it. Rutaba sounded like a big name. “Hm..say, Demalia. Is Rutaba apart of the Sadal Defense Force? Or was it Sadal somethin somethin..” Shaking his head and removing his arm from Octas, he gripped his scythe. “You wouldn't know how I could get ahold of him, would ya?”Octas
Well, I don't think any more is going to happen here considering how long it's gone without anything happening. I'm turning this in. I'm taking PL for this.
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