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Post by 123lealea on Dec 2, 2012 18:53:16 GMT -5
"Twice?" Marcia repeated in disbelief, having just moved her drink up and halting as she heard what the little woman said. "She wants...to fight me twice?"
Once would already be a work out that Marcia needed, but twice...if this woman didn't accidentally kill her, she would probably put her in a coma or paralyze her. Well, maybe Marcia was being melodramatic, but the saiyan lady before her had muscles in her arms that Marcia envied and admired, and she had no doubt that the foreign brute of a woman knew how to use them. It was both a scary and amazing to think about. Marcia blew out a breath and took a large and long sip of her drink, before putting it down and looking back at the small girl that remained at the side of the loud alien.
"Fine. Two fights it is. But I want a break between them, unless she wants to fight at separate times, it's her call." Marcia had a feeling that no matter what, her arm was going to need a trip to Bulma's lab. Ugh, stupid mechanical arm.
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Post by Turtle on Dec 2, 2012 23:59:23 GMT -5
"To compensate for the fact I will not be participating," Tomta explained, toying with the now-empty glass in her hands. It had been a long time since she'd drank, she remembered. It had been at an establishment on her homeworld, hadn't it? Yes, she couldn't think of a time since, though she'd often been sorely tempted in years since; however, she'd always thought it best to keep her wits about her while not among friends (or, rather, not-enemies in the case of the rowdy strangers milling around the Saiyan dive), and the Planet Trade Organization was certainly lacking in that regard. But this seemed safe enough, she supposed.
Or maybe the fact that they were all rather likely to die horribly, regardless, had somewhat changed her priorities.
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Post by 123lealea on Dec 3, 2012 18:07:04 GMT -5
"Oh? No fighting from you?" Marcia turned and leaned on her mechanical arm, her chin resting on her wired palm, green eyes flickering down at her drink that was now only half way full, and then back at the Saiyan. "Strange, I always figured that Saiyans lived and breathed fighting, or is it because you have more important matters to attend to then mindless brawling?" Likely she did, Marcia noted she seemed to be more intelligent than her bigger friend, maybe she helped out with technical stuff around the ship.
Or maybe she didn't fight often, seeing as she was smaller than well...all of the Saiyans on the ship. Hm, now that she noticed, the little Saiyan woman beside her was a tiny thing indeed, it was rather cute how small she was compared to the majority of the shipmates, especially sitting beside the two big Saiyan sisters. How interesting this merry lot of warriors were. Marcia would have to observe her comrades more carefully in the future to assess them better.
She downed her drink, before slamming the cup down and shaking her head, the cool sensation of alcohol always gave her body chills. "Hey, you...Oolong was it? I want another of whatever the hell it is you just gave me." She shoved the empty cup to the front. "And don't keep me waiting." If he expected her to pay a hundred dollars for one drink, or, heaven forbid, her panties, he was in for disappointment. And if he tried to argue about it with her...well, she was certain the Saiyan's would enjoy the taste of roasted pork.
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Post by Turtle on Dec 4, 2012 2:46:44 GMT -5
"Hm," she offered her own empty glass when the pig- Oolong- returned to refill Marcia's. "A little of both," she replied with a shrug. She was feeling awfully chatty all of a sudden (it really had been a long time since she'd had a drink). "I don't- well. Can't- fight, so I've had to find other ways to make myself useful." she chuckled to herself. "We can't all be Vegeta."
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Post by 123lealea on Dec 4, 2012 14:30:12 GMT -5
At the sound of her sister's murderer's name being uttered from Tomta's lips, Marcia clenched her jaw so tight together she thought she would have shattered all her teeth at the pressure. Instead, after only a moment's worth of calming down, she gave a sardonic smile as the pig filled up her cup. There was no need to get mad, hardly anyone knew Vegeta (and his comrade who was killed by him) was the reason for her missing arm and sister's death. Tomta didn't know, so she would just brush the so called Prince's name off for now and save all of her rage to take out on the big Saiyan lady in their fight later.
Marcia gave a short laugh. "Good thing too. One is enough." She gave a more friendly and relaxed look as her metal fingers drummed against the counter. "Where does your skill lie, if you don't mind me asking? Are you a scientist or inventor, like Bulma? Or do you do more laborious sorts of work?" A Saiyan who didn't fight. Hmmm, that was a rather intriguing discovery. She did seem rather polite and more refined then the others.
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Post by Turtle on Dec 4, 2012 22:54:15 GMT -5
The momentary flash of anger wasn't lost on Tomta. Was there no one on this ship he hadn't infuriated? Best drop the subject. "I can only hope there'll be use for me at all on this venture, though If Bulma needs anything heavy lifted I'd be happy to oblige. Primarily, I'm an interpreter," she explained with a sigh. "It is unusual. But like I said, we're not all born strong, or lucky. My parents were rid of me at their earliest convenience, I was raised on Arcos. Picked up the language faster than anyone expected, though I was young and I don't think they expected much."
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Post by 123lealea on Dec 5, 2012 0:20:03 GMT -5
"Is that why your friend lugs you around with her? To translate everything to and for her?" Marcia cocked her head at the hardy Saiyan woman who seemed to be enjoying her beverage. "Being an interpreter is a useful skill. Do you know a lot of languages? Besides that, while fighters are useful, we don't need everyone in here to be a walking powerhouse, intelligence and a willingness to help out in smaller but efficient ways is always helpful in the long run, such as translating things for Bulma. Or your friend....come to think of it, why is it she doesn't speak common tongue? Her sister does."
Oh look, she was babbling. Marcia was thinking maybe the alcohol, or the disregard for her self-preservation, were making her more talkative. Ah well, she had to socialize sometime. Besides, Tomta seemed a good sort, even the foreign speaking one seemed alright, if only she could understand what she was saying half the time. Marcia swiped her drink up,and downed half of it within seconds, leaning back to unwind and relax more, placing the cup down as she crossed a muscled leg over her other. "Ah, you know, they don't sell this stuff cheap on Earth. Glad it's free here." Even though she basically threatened the pig not to whine about pricing. Though it was probably unneeded, seeing as Tomta did it before her.
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Post by Turtle on Jan 3, 2013 4:35:53 GMT -5
She raised a skeptical eyebrow at the other woman. "You're very kind to say so," she replied cautiously. "And yes, it is why," Tomta nodded. "Though I really only just met them now, myself. I suppose I haven't exactly been social since boarding the ship. But from what I gather, Appezia is an elite. She'd have received a better education than Zasha." She rolled the once-again empty glass between her fingers, mind going pleasantly foggy. "As for myself, if they've had any contact with the galaxy at large, or with peoples who have, I can likely make myself understood... Peoples who've been in contact all borrow from one another, so... it gets easier, the more you learn."
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