Sight Seeing on Konats(Open)

As the pair got seated and they talked about that whole invasion thing, Striker could feel the gears clicking about that Marimba guy. So that was the punk that went against Crotona even after teaching them. Guess there weren't that many actual people it could be that threatened one like the Konatsian before her, but if she had to guess the pudgy namekian then she would be waiting a while running through all the strong people she's heard news of.

"Sheesh, the guy must have a lot of nerve using what he learned against you. Did you at least kick his butt good too? Seeing as you didn't include him in the kill count there."
Eventually, a waiter would be there with menus and a smile, offering one to each of the two seated and waiting patiently as she asked if they would like any drinks before they looked at their selection. The fauxbian didn't even need to look over the menus to know what she wanted, but seeing as one of them was from out of town...

"Coke, no ice! And we need time to look. Thanks!"
With the waiter soon leaving them she'd poke at her menus on the table with a finger and lean over to Crotona. Sideyeing the bar and staff a moment before glancing back at her.

"Have you ever had pizza? Cause I know what I'm getting. Can throw you some suggestions if you are clueless."

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There was a noticeable drop in the interest the moment Crotona opened up with the fact she did not, really, beat up that guy. A sort of deflation that found the girl a bit further in her chair as she was expecting something a bit more epic to unfold there. But, no, she was being a nice person and trying to talk people down. Even if she thinks she'll regret it later if Marimba continues acting like it in the future. All for water? Ignorant as she was, the small rodent couldn't think of many reasons why he'd betray loyalty over water.

"A little lame... But hey, ya did what you thought you needed to. Sometimes it could be better to just let them walk. Maybe they do get better after that. If he was threatening Lux while I was defending it, I would have sent him home with a sore arm at least. But hey, that's just me."
Striker didn't have that same sort of confidence in others as Crotona had, wavering as it was, but that's why people usually spared one another in situations like that, right? The green gal also wasn't a killer, despite her many aggressive tendencies and favor towards violence. It was a sort of fun-loving brawl she enjoyed over anything life or death. Anyways, ONTO the actual reason they were here. Pizza, and Crotona wanted some suggestion on what to get.

"Oooh, okay, alright. So most people-"
Striker leaned back forwards in her chair, putting her elbows on the table to lift her forth a bit more closely to the Konatsian as she smirked.

"- will say 'Try just a standard pepperoni'. But that? That's almost as bland as you can get! You aren't getting the true pizza experience without trying what I consider the base. Supreme! Sausage, pepperoni, meatballs, with some bell peppers mushrooms, and onions! That's what most consider a very balanced modern pizza. I want you to try that, trust me. You can order around preference on those textures once you know what a basic array of toppings are! Oh, and you probably wanna stick with a medium pizza at most for yourself. Unless you're actually starving."
She got really into explaining that one, all the while she waved a hand over to a waiter who promptly came over to tend to them again. One that had gotten their drinks in order and passed them around this come around. And here's where Striker gives her own preference as a reference for how to shape to taste after she knows her basics.

"Meat Lovers, large. Please."
The space rodent falls back into her seat and takes a hearty drink of her soda while nodding at Crotona. The waiter turns to her as well, smiling.

"And you?"

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Well, it was too late to take back any decision now. Just better to relax and enjoy the time while they had it, right? Crotona graciously took her advice, Striker flashing her a thumbs up and wink as the waiter let them be. The fauxbian sitting back up in her seat and taking another drink of her coke. They'd have to wait another hot second for food. Rather than leave the conversation on an awkward pause, the little fuzzball looked up at the ceiling and mused.

"You ever think when the next one will be? How much longer we got? Where it will be?"
It was probably a dumb question for someone who said they probably wouldn't stick their necks too far out for most places. Not unless they were getting completely demolished or something, or their name was Lux. No doubt Crotona had a more braod approach to this, consdering where she's been planet-side.

"I would like the next one not to have a god in it, or super strong people. Give me a challenge, not a death I say. Is that too much to ask of the universe?"
It was maybe a touch too much to ask, considering how things have escalated the past year or so. And given that Striker has yet to muster up the courage to go up against some of these threats it was hard to say if ever there would be a time she'd go in for 'fun.' Oh well, any conversation to get the pizza ready.

"I guess that's right! Survival and nature and all that. The galaxy is huge, there's probably some groups always fighting at any moment. What I did mean was a big place like this. Lots of petty crimes and criminals are kept under wraps by the big wigs that run the place. It'd only be a matter of time before someone on yours or my level was ready to enact an agenda or destroy for the sake of it. As for 'kamae'. You mean Dharatan, right? Big void rip with the void monsters?"
She spoke between bites, her little chompers making short work of the slices she'd get between them. For a carnivorous critter, she sure seemed to enjoy mixed omnivorous foods like this.

"Ehh? Just one?"
She felt insulted, still not completely conceding to the idea of power levels, Kili, or anything approximating raw strength = ability to fight. She always felt she hit way above her weight class. Maybe it was just because the Konatsian didn't know her, but it was more likely her ego was damaged by the idea. She'd clear her throat and lean over the table. Pointing a pizza slice lazily at her.

"Nah, I bet I could have taken both of those punks on! Just need to get myself warmed up and I could clock them. You haven't ever seen my moves before, so I'll give you the pass for assuming!"
Maybe if she just was shown her awesome speed she'd have a different oppinion.

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Oh. That makes sense. For Striker though, it didn't really matter if they were rare or not. All it took was one real bad one and the whole tower goes down. Kinda why she secretly wanted a team of sorts, but there aren't that many people who cared enough or who were strong enough. Or selfless enough. Striker was barely that. The green fuzzball was finishing off around half of her pizza by the time Crotona seemed to give an experienced analysis on an actual matchup like that. She could sense energy of course, so she could compare those funny digits. Another thing Striker didn't care to keep track of. The fauxbian tracks people like Maxsuz with her other senses, not whatever ki sensing most people used.

"Ohhh? You wanna try me, Cro? After this bite, I could show you what I'm made of... outside the city. Now that the lanky weirdo isn't following me looking for a ride I don't exactly need to be sticking around."
The konatsian was speaking pretty words of fighting and testing her. Striker had no doubts in her own ability, and she did enjoy a good fight. She doubts she should bring up any stakes with a goody good like Crotona here so that part was sour. Oh well, seeing what the swordswoman had would be fun in its own respect. She was now speedrunning eating the rest of her slices in a manner where she could still savor the flavor.

"yeah, what did I tell you? Good stuff up here. Lux has plenty of stops like this. Fancy or otherwise. You should swing by more often. To chill or to fight, I don't care which. So long as I'm not on the job."

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Well, Crotona wasn't as keen to try the little fuzzball as she'd liked. Quickly trying to defuse her with a no-contest about her skills. Striker would be the punk to continue pressing Crotona on like this. So she let it go and relaxed back in her seat. Taking another bite to eat as Crotona offered something more akin to training for the fauxbian after the bite to eat instead. The little gal didn't really know the up or downs of what 'training' would entail for her, but maybe just sparring alone would do it for the girls. She smirked and cleared her throat with a good wash of coke before nodding.

"That sounds fun. Maybe that's a better way to show you then trying to pull you into a real knuckle duster. Well, just give me the sign and where I can contact you just in case I get called into something."
Striker would offer up her own scouter number, something Jinx made her get, before enjoying the rest of their little dinner here. She wouldn't know whether to go out with Crotona or not right now or later. It might just be up to chance whether the pair get to have some free time to test each other or not. Either might be busy with this or that. Only time would tell.

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