Beer Break (Kanna)

Ugh, there were so many things upside down on this damn planet. Maybe it was the fact that prissy little noble Kanna wasn't used to the rough and tough lifestyle of the saiyans, but even experienced in the demon realm or hell for goodness sake wasn't as bizarre as this. If anything, the culture seemed completely confused to her, and the fact that she couldn't even speak to the new King unless she wanted to become public enemy number one right now was irritating. Whatever. She planned on leaving this annoying little place soon enough. Her noble duties could wait until she had managed to gain a bit more power and strength.

Before she left though, there was one final chance she planned on giving the planet before it was completely irredeemable within her eyes. One of the best tellings of a society's progress was their alcohol. If they could not make a good cup of booze, well, she honestly didn't know what to say about them at this point. Although not that large of an alcohol connoisseuse herself, she had her fair share of drinks within all three forms of life. Of course, seeing as this body had only experienced watered-down cocktails at the cocktail parties she attended which was a stark contrast to the jugs of booze she had drunk in her past life, only time could tell how she would take things.

Of course, she was disguised as a saiyan woman, not particularly interested in drawing attention to herself otherwise. She had even taken the time to use her magic to make it seem as if she had just gotten out of a fight, with her armor chipped here and there and a cut on her cheekbone. These were all illusionary, fake if one really wanted to look closely, but still realistic enough to convince most people not to take a second look. Perfect, she would definitely blend in with the typical crowd well enough. 

It was not particularly crowded, perhaps due to the fact that the city was still licking its wounds due to the battle that she had missed. Still, she decided to take a seat at the bar counter, seeing as she could get the best look at the technique of the bartender along with the different types of alcohol they served. She had absent-mindedly taken a seat next to a rather better-dressed Saiyan that appeared as contrast as to how she currently looked. Huh, so there were actually people that looked good around here. Good to know.

"Oi, get me a cup of your strongest beer." She shouted, slamming her fist on the counter in order to get the bartender's attention. Although she did receive a glare in the manner she had tried to order her drink, Kanna didn't seem bothered by it. After all, she was a rough and tough saiyan who didn't care about how others thought of her and just wanted her daily booze after a hard day of fighting. Although it appeared she had accounted for nearly everything, she had neglected to remember that her current body and disguise were much smaller than her old body and possibly unable to handle alcohol as well as she could herself. Nonetheless, the bartender got to work, readying different orders as she absentmindedly leaned upon the counter, drumming a rather erratic rhythm with her fingers on the surface.

It seemed as if her relatively drowsy neighbor wasn't as tired as she had initially expected. Not that she minded of course, especially when this saiyan here seemed so different than the rest of his kind that he saw here. It definitely would be worth it to see what she could gather from him. "Eh?" She began, making a small noise of annoyance. Mustering the hardest glare she could produce, she met the eyes of the other man had went to town. "You got a problem with me? Worked all damn day and I want something to finish it off with, so mind your damn business." The words were purposefully rough, as Kanna tried to emulate the tough dialect that she had observed from some of the saiyans here. Yeah, maybe it sounded a bit forced, but if she stuck with it there shouldn't be any reason to worry.

From what it seemed, it didn't appear as if he had anything too malicious in mind, merely exhausted and wanting to kill time like the rest of them. That's fine, at the very least she didn't need to force any unwanted conversations from unwilling patrons. This made gathering information to be a lot easier than she had anticipated. Briefly, she would scan his body, taking note at his apparel, before once again stopping at the accessory upon his nose bridge. "What the hell do you got on your face?" She asked, moving a finger to flick at the saiyan's glasses. It wasn't hard enough to break, but never had she seen anything like this in both of her lives' memories. Was this some sort of fashion trend they had here on Plant? "Why you're looking so damn squishy as well?" 

From what she had observed, he didn't seem to have a mark on him, far the contrary compared to the other saiyans she saw. As such, she didn't think that her comment was too off the margin, especially when she was maintaining a rough and tough persona. Maybe Kanna just wasn't looking hard enough, but there was something different about this man that she just couldn't put her finger on aside from the weird accessories that he had. Could it be possible that there was another part of the planet that she had yet to explore? While the thought enticed her, she quickly cast it away, especially when she had already made plans to leave this irritating planet soon now that her meeting with the royals were all cancelled. Maybe he could give a hint as to where she could possibly travel next though.

Well, you learn something every day. Although Kanna could sense that the person in front of her was uncomfortable, she hadn't gotten the notion that he was completely onto her quite yet. For now, she could continue, although maybe she would have to make a more convincing reason as to why she wasn't as versed within Plant culture as everyone else. Such as the glasses debacle. "Are you blind?" She asked, with a squint. "How do they help you see? Magic?" Considering demons and konatsians alike had naturally good vision, the concept of glasses were quite foreign to her, although if inferior species needed them that made sense. Nonetheless, she was just curious. "I dunno, I'm from a poor place. If we can't see we just deal with it." She shrugged her shoulders, seeing it was just a matter of fact.



Right on cue, her drink was placed into her. It was rather foul looking, seeing as it was black and thick like tar. It honestly didn't even appear to be alcohol, something that immediately caught her attention. Were they trying to poison her? Nonetheless, this body was already technically dead so she couldn't die a second time, right? With this thought comforting her, she took a sip and nearly choked. It tasted just as bad as it looked and had an awful time going down. Still, she had to keep up this façade. Oh, the things she would do to keep this up.


Taking a deep breath, she would briefly taste the alcohol, doing her best not to retch. Right, there was no way she could die. Worst case scenario, she would just be moved back into this body. Irritating and extremely uncomfortable, but she did her best to focus on the conversation. "Eh, you look weak." She muttered. "Should sport a few more of these as your badges." Kanna let out a chuckle as she slapped a hand upon her illusionary arm, showing off the fake scars she conjured. While once in the past, she held this mindset, this was now far from the truth. Thankfully, her actual body was immaculate and had none of these marks, the magic repairing all the damage effortlessly.

Then came introductions, the softie over there called him Dion. A bit of a strange name, but honestly, all the names in Plant so far were odd so what was she going to say? "The name's Celari Stalc. Call me anything else other than Celari and I'll make sure you're permanently blind." She said casually, as if she had just made a joke. By now, she was beginning to grow into the name, so hey if her saiyan persona really decided to stay even after her departure from this dumb planet she now had to come up with an elaborate backstory. Not that it would be too difficult, seeing as she practically just copied off every person whom she had heard from. 

Honestly, it was just like this tar drink. When she wasn't thinking about, it went down a lot quicker. As she had been absentmindedly nursing the drink as she spoke, she had made a sizable dent in it, clearly surprising even the bartender as he continued to make Dion's drink. By now it was pretty apparent that despite the efforts Kanna or Celari tried to keep up her facade, there was something a bit different about her.

Despite the somewhat odd glance she received from the others, especially accessory guy over here, Kanna knew what she was doing. Even she was acting odd, although she had learned that doubling down typically was the best thing to do in situations like these. Unless they had some strange power allowing them to see past her disguise, the only person that could reveal her true identity was herself. Since her main goal was to avoid such suspicion, it would be safer to simply stand by her word. Besides, who's to say there wasn't at least one or two people that perpetuated the stereotype that they lived by? Surely enough, she could easily say that she was one of those few that were like that.

"No, whose to say that you drink for the taste." Kanna said, forcing herself to take another sip of the disguising cocktail or ale or whatever the hell this was in front of her. Thank goodness she was already dead lest she would have suffocated by now already by its awful texture. Well, at the very least she could spin the story about how she put a lot more bravado upon herself than she actually deserved. It was part of living a double life, understanding how to adapt a story to the cards that you were given in life. Despite how gross the drink was though, having no gag reflex and a dormant stomach helped it stay down. Well, there were perks of being undead fortunately. She didn't have to worry about her drinks coming right back up, especially seeing as this would likely break her masquerade, although Kanna soon came to the realization that despite how strong this drink was her mind still stayed the same. Great, maybe the immunity to poisons already referred to being unable to get drunk anymore. How wonderful.

Although she was growing a bit sullen about this apparently clear fact about her new body, her mind was still quite as sharp as ever and as such she was still capable of keeping up with the situation. "Hm, sight is one of your most important senses. Seems like it's really easy to knock those "glasses" off your face though." Honestly, the more he spoke about that defect the more foreign it felt. Although there were blind demons that put up quite a great match in the demon realm against her quite awhile ago, Kanna's memories of the Konatsians had completely spoiled that. With their superior senses, she couldn't image life missing even one of the five senses.

Then came a question she had been anticipating: where she grew up. Her mind immediately raced towards a few of the stories that she had heard of before, trying to spin something fake. "I grew up one of the settlements outside of this damn city." She said, thinking back to a few outposts she had visited where she had seen children being raised to fight. "I was raised by my pa along with my sister. We were mercenaries though, doing shit that most others didn't want to do. I kinda grew sick of my old man and sis since they're both so naggy, so I ran and joined the army instead. That's why I'm here now." Another sip and the drink was finished. Despite the difficulty she had drinking at first, it was down. She didn't feel like elaborating more, especially when she had to take a moment to brainstorm what had happened next.

Kanna scoffed at the saiyan's comment. Well, yeah, admittedly it was true for who she was in reality but she wasn't Kanna right now. She was Celari, a saiyan who refused to be wrong. "Eh, my pa told me that the stronger drink you can stomach the stronger you can be in battle. The harder it is, the better time you're going to have. May as live life to the fullest." It seemed like a saying that was convincing enough at the very least. A little family touch to the anecdote to make it personal and there it went. A perfect little quirk to touch off this personality that she was faking.

Still, Kanna was beginning to grow increasingly aware of Dion's eyes that continued to bore into her. While typically this façade could fool a normal saiyan, causing them to ignore her without even a second glance, it was clear that this wasn't the case this time. It felt as of her disguise was about to break at any moment. She had to try harder if she wanted to keep her true identity a secret. As such, she knew to try and keep a closer eye and gauge his reaction a bit more closely. So far her story was growing complex enough, although it seemed as if she had to do a bit more convincing.

"Oi! Get me another one of these," she said slamming her drink down. As gross as they were, she had to at the very least live by the fake philosophy that her nonexistent father had taught her. Surely this Celari would be one to take advice like this seriously enough. The bartender nodded, going back to make another one of his drinks as she listened to the saiyan continue their game of twenty questions as she hastily tried to come up with some answers that didn't seem very half assed. Maybe she should have studied psychology while she was in hell to better prepare for her new fake life.

At the mention of travelling the galaxy, she definitely knew that she had to come up with an excuse. After all, aside from the demon realm and Konats she knew absolutely nothing else about the other planets. "Not that type of mercenary," she said with a scoff at his mention of the cosmos and the stars. "My pa and our group were a bit too small to actually afford a spaceship. We kinda just hunted some bounties and did some odd jobs." She would twist her head, as if she was embarrassed by her status. "We didn't have a ma, so pa was caring for my sister and I by himself. He had to do three times the work to feed three times the mouth. He couldn't make enough money to let us do bigger jobs. That's why I left. I wanted to travel the world and I was sick of doing small shit like that. They were happy but I wasn't. If they want to fry small fish here, they can do it by them damn selves." She had spotted some of the prices of spaceships before she had gone to the bar thankfully, seeing as she had purchased a spacepod of her own recently. From her skewed sense of money, it seemed like quite a bit, seeing as she actually had to put in quite a bit of effort to create a larger bag of zeni from some pebbles. Still, hopefully this little sob story about her totally real poor childhood would distract him well enough.