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| Topic Started: Nov 4 2014, 09:23 PM (167 Views) | |
| Yan Cass | Nov 4 2014, 09:23 PM Post #1 |
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Damaskian RP Guide
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Yan loved Earth. He absolutely loved everything about Earth, from the large cities to it’s open valleys and small towns. He’d been running around quite a bit since he landed and now he’d found himself in another small town known for it’s fine assortments of meat. While there was very little to do for business in such an out of the way town, there was a fancy restaurant that had been on his bucket list for ages. “Meat~ Meat~ Meat~” he sung absently as he pulled open the door to the place. It was busy and of another buffet style. He cut the line with an over priced bribe he’d picked up from his runnings about. He stole most things, but service, certain service he would rather deserve. Money made that slightly easier. Moving into the next group he knew he was doing poorly to hide his cheer because the people around him seemed sure he was a child at his stature and temperament. A cheery little boy, oh dear~ At least he was well dressed. He didn’t much take in the people of earth since it was so hard to get a real tell. Earth was a mixture of really low weak folks sprinkled in with some planet destroyers. He couldn’t sense energy well and he refused to buy a scouter so he could only read people the old fashioned way such as from their actions and movements. That helped him more then being fully on his guard and he blended in more as well. He saw the tension in the one couple, the anger in one man but nothing of real threat. It was the kind of anger one had after a long day, or week, or life, and you just went out to eat away your frustrations. There were a few aliens, some weirder creatures he didn’t feel comfortable labeling on a guess but he wouldn’t be racist either. There was nothing to really bother him just then. Or so he thought as he started piling food on his plate when a woman’s voice, soft and tentative, called out to him. “The Crimson Saru.” That wasn’t the name he wanted to hear and Yan tensed accidentally. He silently scolded himself for having such a reaction after this much time but still turned with added caution to the voice in question. Matching her voice was a beautiful woman in a sleek dress. He called her a woman but by earth standards she was a bit more monstrous than that. She left space between them but towered over at seven feet tall and he felt for a moment he was back on Yaidrat, only instead of pink she was a bit more green and scaly, but beautiful none the less with curves in all his favorite places. There was even a tail. He found himself licking his lips as he slowly carried his gaze back to her face, a sense of respect lacking a bit since she’d addressed him by such a poor name. “I don’t go by that anymore~” he says giving her a small flirtatious grin, his eyes focused on her in obvious interest. He easily could have denied it entirely but he was by nature a risk taker. The woman’s lips pursed in a soft pout as her companion seemed to come up behind her taking her arm, all the while giving him an absent glance. He was an average built man in height and so looked small on her arm but he showed no shame. He was built but probably not very powerful, his arms covered in tattoos, a viper up to the neck, and an undercut hair style. Still, his face was one of beauty and Yan found himself watching it a bit longer than he needed to to ascern threat. What a beautiful couple. “Sweetie, this in the Crimson Saru~ You saw him with me once remember~?” the woman explained down to her companion, her snake like tail wrapping around his waist. The man gave her his full attention until he was asked the question and faced Yan head on once more. He had light green eyes that were probably contacts but provided even more to his pretty face. He kept his expression stern, bored, lackluster, and Yan was beginning to think it was because if he smiled he would have trouble getting people to take him seriously, and he needed people to take him seriously. His gaze though was threatening, careful, precise, placing him in his memory and the details that surrounded it. “Sildin’s...we saw him crush the Titan. It was a good show.” Yan kept himself from frowning, a sweet smile growing on his face instead. He had put on a good show against the Titan, better than the one’s prior or after. The circus was a blood bath, jestful clowns replaced with violent fools, acrobats that were kings of torture, and the main attraction was always death and mutilation. There was some sport, some true battle to be seen, but he was always in with the fools. The titan was the exception, though it was not a show he ever liked to think about. He was not meant to be a man of real battle. Even that one was just a show for vengeance and not even his. He had been a mere vessel and it was all over now. The past was unchangeable, and that was perhaps why he didn’t like it. Still, if all they wanted was a show… “Thank you,” he offers with a bit of flair in his hand before tucking it to his stomach and offering a courteous bow. When he stood straight again the woman was giggling and the man managed a very weak smile, less sincere and more one of pity mixed with gratitude. “Your patronage likely fed me many a night so I’m quite grateful~” he adds before lifting his own plate to gesture he wished to go eat more then continue this conversation on what he considered behind him. Another reason he did not quite like the past was that the present was always much more pressing. His meat would get cold. “May we join you?” He was surprised that it was the man who spoke and not his fan girl mistress. He glanced to them both carefully, trying to gauge their motives. The woman seemed to understand the circus, she wouldn’t expect him to be either easy pickings or have much riches. They weren’t paid much with anything savable after all. Rewards as such were motivation for them to leave instead of stay to die. He didn’t think they were out for anything he had on him, which was a lot but not all that heavy. He hadn’t planned to deal out here. Even if they were much stronger than him, he couldn’t be sure on that point, he felt like he could escape...maybe? However, the woman licked her own lips and his weariness faded in a sense of attraction. He’d die like this one of these days. He gestured for them to lead the way to sit and her wet lips curled into another delectable smile. The man nodded and gestured himself before leading them forward. He leaned towards his companion, lifting onto his toes and she bent down a little. Her ear blocked the movements of his lips so Yan could not read them, but he was not sure he wanted to know if they were plotting against him so early. He would enjoy this as much as he could until the tables turned on him. If they did. They reached the table and the man found him a chair. The woman’s attention turned back to him then and she smiled once more. “Excuse us, my name is Jenna and this is my associate Ronma,” she explained as she slid back into her seat. “You may call me Yan,” he replies, taking the seat on the other side of her before Ronma could, letting his arm graze hers on purpose. Her companion seemed unphased, maybe even pleased, and sat across them with ease. “I’d rather not go by ‘saru’ in waters so heavily infested with Saiyans,” he explains with a meek smile. The crimson monkey, a title given to him with the way he mucked about and yet always ended up covered in a deep, dark, red. “Oh? Are you not Saiyan? I always figured with the name and your amazing recovery rate that you must be,” she says not hiding her surprise. “Nope,” Yan offers sweetly, pleased for the praise but not sure how much this woman really knew about him. It was more than he liked already. “I’m a monkey, not an ape,” he explains with another small smile before turning down to his food and starting to eat a little. The meat was expectedly good. “So you’ve left Sildin’s? I didn’t realize that was something people managed to do,” Ronma offered to continue the conversation. Yan shrugged mildly. “It’s an addicting lifestyle that doesn’t support many others, but no one is forced to stay.” He wasn’t that interested in talking about that hell hole circus, and his final tone made that a bit more clear. As if to return his good mood, he felt the woman’s tail press up against his lower back, lowering down to his backside and he lifted his gaze back to her with a raised eyebrow and a smirk. He did not mean to suggest he wasn’t interested in her and the present situation. He was surrounded by two beautiful people with an obvious interest in him even if it was for reasons he might not like. He could win them over, and it seemed they wanted him to. It was a fine evening indeed. “Judging from your experience there however, it wouldn’t be offhand to assume you’re above killing. Unless you’ve reformed,” Ronma continued and Yan forced his attention away from Jenna and the warm brush of her tail. “Unlike your mistress, you only saw my bout with the Titan?” he asks, focusing in on him now, his dark eyes more businesslike even as he felt Jenna’s hand slip over his thigh. Ronma nods and Yan smiles. “The Titan was a special occasion. For Sildin’s I mostly ripped apart the upcoming prospects so that they couldn’t be prospects any more.” He glances at Jenna, offering a kinder gaze even as his next words were one of slight accusation: “Our usual audience enjoyed watching their hopeful faces crushed by someone as weak as me.” She met his words with coy innocence as she took a bite of her meal with her free hand in a purposely come heather manner, his fingers still trailing gingerly up his leg. He forced himself to shift his attention back to Ronma, once more curious of where this was meant to be going, besides maybe back to a hotel if he was so lucky. “It is not something I could easily reform from.” It wasn’t Ronma to speak next however, but Jenna, her hand and tail both pausing in turn. “I want some people dead,” she said very bluntly and he turned back to her with curiosity. While she seemed beautifully vicious, she also did not seem the type to take death so seriously. He liked those types, and so it surprised him she’d be looking to hire. People like that tended to enjoy what they could kill themselves but not quite care if they could not manage. “They killed my husband for very petty reasons. He was a very strong man, stronger than me, or I would rip them apart with my own hands,” she seemed to say as if reading his thoughts. A vendetta was sensible, but still a bit...boring. What counted as petty though, he wondered but turned back instead to his meal. She rested her palm flat on his leg and waited as he took a few bites in silence as the pair watched him. “Wouldn’t it be better to make use of them, humiliate them, and so forth than blatantly murder them?” he asks after taking a sip of his drink. He was answered in silence and he looked to the snakish woman, still mildly interested, especially if it was something so silly it could be resolved quickly. “You might not be as strong as your husband but you give the impression of power and intelligence. Are these people above you in this matter as well despite being so petty?” Jenna slowly shook her head. “Then abuse them instead. Death is too quick a punishment.” 2107/1800 |
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