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Post by Deleted on Sept 14, 2022 12:46:15 GMT -5
It felt like days had passed since she took to rest over the incidents with the mines – her adventure with the nameless heran that so many on Earth by now, would come to know as Fukushu. The troubles of her home world were beyond her concern for the time, Celeste’s past week spent trying to regain composure over herself, reassert her bearings on Plant, then renew her search. There was no chance the witch was leaving this planet without that ungrateful bartender, and Celeste wasn’t going to give up until she recovered the dangerous specimen one way or another. The politics of this world be damned, she’d brush them all aside and anyone who would dare to get in her way.
The blond’s imposed inquisition upon this planet would bring her to a capital, belonging to one of the two dominions playing host to this little cold war. It was only a matter of time before things would begin to thaw, surely, the entire situation from what she gleaned in her travels implied it only needed another lit match to set it off. The tension in the city of Hatchi didn’t run as hot on the surface, but Celeste’s suspicions told her that it was still there all the same. The impending threat of war, the calm before an inevitable storm, always left a stressed and wearying heart to strain at the potential thoughts of what may or may not transpire when it was put to the flame.
The war was on a lot of minds, be them tuffle, off-world traders, or the rare pack of saiyans that roamed the darker streets like ravenous hyenas – it had taken her nearly half an afternoon to scry the ambient conversations for any clues to Dion’s whereabouts. The blond had taken to the markets, lingering about a bazaar for some time to observe the coming and goings of vagabonds needing parts for the Wastes. It was probably the likely place to source information she gathered; this part of the city she would discover served as a pipeline for shady deals and things people oft wanted kept out of their books. Surely, if someone might know of a saiyan with fits of a strange energy about him, they were bound to be lurking somewhere around here.
”Girlie, do you even know how many people like that I get in here?”
”Truly, you are a champion of customer service.”
The weapons dealer had given the blond a scoff before ignoring the weird customer entirely, his focus put on the usual lot he was accustomed to dealing with. It was the same result, just the third face she had bothered to ask – half of these other vendors proved less than helpful by their thoughts alone. Sunset wasn’t far off, Celeste was getting rather hungry, and irritable for her lack of results. Thus did she set off into a lazy stroll through the crowds, eventually settling on what could have been mistaken for some oriental East City restaurant. The host had seated her in a booth in the corner, near the back against one of the ornately trimmed windows, possibly as a means to hide her abnormality from an already thinned customer count.
A warm cup of a fruit-based tea was sat on a saucer before the blond, whose reaction was less than pleased with the result of what she read on the menu. They never seemed to carry this ’milk’ that she had thoroughly described, nor understood why it was important for her tea of all drinks. So, Celeste made well with what she had to work with, as was customary with this whole off-world vacation she had been dragged along for. It was a pity she was having next to zero fun on this trip, everything about it so far had been nothing to her gain. If it weren’t for the promise her quarry held to her intrigue, there was little this world possibly had to offer the witch beyond fodder for target practice.
So thus, Celeste would sigh with a gaze out to busy, dirtied streets, chin rested over palm – her thoughts beginning to churn over what was to come next.
