No Fun Allowed! (Closed)

A common storefront along the streets of West City, the window filled with televisions which gave someone one the perfect excuse to peer within without arousing suspicion. Televisions ignored, the individual in question peered upon the reflection of herself in the glass, a sight both familiar and entirely foreign. Bright, fiery red eyes with golden pupils peered back from the reflection, wide and alluring, especially as the only noticeable feature upon the woman's masked face. Shrouded by a white hood, her bright red bangs stood out more than they should; considering her armored chest plate and equally bright red shirt however, there was plenty more about her to distract the eyes of others.

Regalia was the name she'd chosen, and for Regalia, this was her first time taking to the streets in such a form.

Without a tail, and standing at a shorter than usual five feet tall; a sentence that might not have made sense to others, but that was simply due to context. Zuqetta found herself on the streets of West City, her magic in full use as she disguised herself as perfectly as a human as she could. Even the small bit of energy she allowed to be sensed was that of an ordinary humans, personally tailored to be unique to herself. Her body felt strange, and while she'd practiced with the form for some time, she still found this guise of hers, Regalia, to be a strange bit to slip into. Today was a day to mingle with humans, to use the references she'd study and put it all into practice in preparation for the upcoming tournament on Arcose. She had big plans for the future that required this new form of hers to be foolproof, but what she hadn't planned for was the sudden screeching voice of her sister.

The sound of a horn, the screams of a foolish man upon a hover bike, and a split second decision as the sight fully came into view.

To say she didn't know her sister was around would have been a lie; while she hadn't prepared to interact with her this day, with Zerori displaying her power without reservation it was impossible to miss her presence. With a speed that in no way matched the power Zuqetta, or rather, Regalia displayed, she would be upon the two in a flash; her priority, sweeping her arm under the goat in case she'd been too slow to continue with the follow up.

Goat lifted over her shoulder, Regalia would proceed to leap up in the same motion to kick off the pommel of Zerori's held sword, seeking to kick her in the direction of the nearby wall. Using the kick to continue her momentum; with a swift spin, Regalia would hurl a small throwing knife with unmatched precision and strength unbecoming of her appearance at the handle of the oncoming biker, causing the man to forcibly turn, veering in a sharp spin before inevitably toppling over some several meters down the sidewalk along the shoulder of the street.

What felt like a whole ordeal of tasks would be over in only a couple seconds, and Regalia would land upon the ground with a huff, gently placing the goat back down with a relieved sigh. A slight sweat formed upon her brow, both at the stress of potentially being found out by the two she clearly knew before her, as well as from the unique set of skills she'd just displayed. As Zuqetta, she found solving situations with overwhelming power to be her forte, as such, these more precise movements placed an incredible strain on her stamina and required far more concentration than she was used to.

She hadn't been sure as to what her sister had planned to do with that new big sword of hers; last she checked, Zerori wasn't so open when it came to finishing off those who opposed her, but luckily it wasn't something they'd have to deal with now at least. Regalia would hear the crash, and take a brief moment to catch her breath; lifting her head to greet Zriracha with welcoming eyes, only to bear witness as the goat went stiff and... Ohshi- Did she die!? Regalia would question to herself in a minor panic, her hand reaching out towards the goat cautiously while the fear and panic in the moment nearly made her lose the concentration necessary to maintain her transformation.

Zerori was quick to intervene however, stepping in to assess and explain the situation; rather than death, it seemed Zriracha had merely fainted. Zuqetta would stand straight, giving a long silent breath of relief; while Zriracha may have still lived, it was no less disappointing to see the state her mother figure had fallen into. The woman could no longer maintain a humanoid form, and seemed to suffer from some form of anemia that caused her to pass out; Zerori had interrupted their talk before about forming a magical contract, and while Zerori didn't seem to see it, it was clear to Regalia that time was running out for her adoptive mother.

Contemplation could come later; Zerori sought to revive her mother, however the sounding of police sirens gave her pause to do so in such a public area. Scooping up her mother goat, Zerori took to quickly bail from the scene, with Regalia following swiftly behind. Tiny Ninja? She would question with a raised brow, before coming to a realization as she took in her sisters utterly gargantuan form. The hell!? When did she get so big?! As much as she wanted to ask, not only would such a question from a complete stranger be incredibly suspicious, but there were more pressing matters at the moment.

Once safely within a small cafe that happened to be nearby, Regalia would immediately take to the front counter to procure a pitcher of water while Zerori presumably commandeered a table to place the still stiffened Zriracha upon. The cafe was thankfully less frequented than other restaurants, with the only guest being a rather old looking man who sat off at a corner table reading a newspaper. In spite of the noise the two had made coming inside, the man hardly seemed bothered; though the staff members seemed much less reticent of the situation, voice concerns almost immediately. Regalia chose to ignore the male employee who rushed up to Zerori to express his issue with her bringing a goat into the cafe, if he wanted to suffer her wrath then good for him.

"Water." Regalia would say plainly as she placed the pitcher down upon the table for Zerori to handle; continuing to ignore the male employee that unceasingly harassed them.

As annoying as the employee was, his threats and remarks were hardly of any consequence; even Zerori seemed to focus on Zriracha, though the situation seemed to escalate in an instant after Zriracha's revival. Regalia's eyes would soften as she gave a small sigh of relief upon seeing Zriracha shoot back up; Zerori would speak out randomly, likely indicating that Zriracha was speaking to her telepathically. So badly, Regalia wanted to join in, but would hold herself back from using any such ability lest she give herself away; she prepared to speak at least, ready to express her relief to "the goats" well-being, when it suddenly happened...

A snap, a rush of energy, and Zerori's hand clasped tightly around the neck of the hapless cafe employee. Regalia's eyes would widen at the display, as her heart skipped a beat upon hearing Zerori's threats to the man. What was even happening now? Why was Zerori attacking someone without reason?? Regalia took a step back, prepared to defend herself if need be, but giving no obvious signs to her defensive position. Once Zerori was done with the man, she would toss him aside; the whole situation was rather... Saiyan.

"Trouble from Humans, huh?" She'd remark; flinching a bit as Zerori seemed to respond to another telepathic message from Zriracha.

It seemed that maintaining this guise and persona was going to be the most difficult task she'd dealt with in quite a while; Zerori seemed fine with the outcome of the encounter however, yet Regalia found herself left with even more building questions. Zerori's body seemed more scarred up than she remembered, and the woman even wore a mask; she was always the fight-y type, but never seemed the type to engage in wanton violence against innocents. Furthermore, Regalia could swear Zerori had been rather against the whole idea of killing before, and yet...

"Regalia." She'd say plainly, pulling back her hood to at least reveal a bit more of herself, "A Human; I live around here, this city's my home." She'd respond, steeling her resolve as she began her act.

Any questions could easily be answered, and preparations had already been made to give this new personal an entire life of her own. From falsified documents of her existence, to going so far as to rent a capsule home near the heart of the city. Regalia was no mere impersonation, or altered appearance; she was a person all her own, and an important instrument in the orchestra of chaos Zuqetta sought to perform.

"I'm a powered individual registered with the Accords presented by President Derry, and you... likely aren't." She'd explain, taking a deep breath as she relaxed her pose in an attempt to dissuade from any hostilities, "I don't intend to make a big deal of it... yet, but you have to understand that it's been alien individuals who've attack our world over and over again. And had I not stepped in... well, I won't make assumptions of what you intended to do with that big sword of yours to that biker." She'd continue, before looking off towards the front upon taking notice of the officers that entered the establishment, "You made a fine first impression, assuming you're not here to kill Humans."

Without hesitation, Regalia would take to confronting the officers as they approached; it was curious how they mentioned "three", they might have been talking about Zriracha, but could just have easily have been mentioning the incapacitated employee. The scene certainly wasn't one they'd be able to get away from with ease, but Regalia was quick to think something up. Her hand behind her back but in easy view for Zerori, Regalia would make a gesture for Zerori to take Zriracha and quickly bolt out the back of the building while she distracted the officers.

"Thank goodness you're here officers! Something terrible has happened" Regalia would exclaim as she rushed towards the officers in a rather distressed manner, pulling down her mask so as to draw less suspicion.

At the very least, putting on an act seemed to be an easy thing for Regalia, so fooling a couple of officers wouldn't be too much of an issue. If they asked about the accords, she could easily show her registration card, all she needed was for Zerori to escape the area before things escalate. Regalia would keep the officers distracted with a false story of an attack; using the man they'd assailed on the hover bike as the scapegoat for the story, and her attempt to stop him before returning to the cafe to check on the poor victim of the attack, the knocked out waiter.

Regalia was quick to finish up with the police inside, spinning a believable enough tale that would place the blame against the biker; whether she knew it or not, Zerori's glare against the cafe staff would aid in this, as the few questioned would also choose to push blame on the 'much less likely to retaliate against them' biker as well. Once finished, Regalia would be quick to escape from the cafe as well from the front while the staff was being questioned; wrapping around the corner, she'd quickly be upon Zerori and her goat, or rather, Zriracha. Regalia's expression would immediately soften with concern and worry, but she would quickly re-don her hood and mask to hide her expressions before approaching the two.

"Are you two-" She'd begin, before immediately cutting herself off as she realized the situation, Wait, Regalia doesn't know this kinda stuff. She'd think to herself before clearing her throat and taking to speak again, "Uhhh, where's the goat? And who's the lady?" She'd remark, glancing around the area as if searching for the goat before turning her attention back to Zerori, "I dunno what'll happen once that manager wakes up, but we can go back to my place until things calm down if ya like, once you uhh... find your goat?"

"Of your kind?" Regalia would remark, raising an eyebrow as she feigned surprise, "I knew a small cat once who could transform into several different things too, but that's for another time." She'd state as she walked past the two, listening to Zerori's comments on what had occurred, "Well then, understandable. I'm rather protective about what I care about as well, let's move."

Zerori was already prime to depart, and with Zriracha now in a humanoid form they'd hopefully have a faster pace. Regalia would lead the two down and through the city, eventually removing themselves from the brighter, safer looking areas as they took to much more dingy and likely crime riddled alleyways. Luckily, the alley's in no way were a reflection of where she lived, but acted as a great deterrent to escape the watchful eyes of the public. The distant sirens gave away the fact that the Cafe manager had awoken and likely spilled the beans, she it'd have done the trio well to stay out of sight.

"Zerori-" Regalia would call out as she came to a stop at a fire escape of a building, "Here, put this on." She'd order, removing a small capsule from her pocket, clicking the device and tossing it towards the woman as she did so, "You look rather... unique, and draw a bit too much attention. That'll help both to hide your mug and your power."

Revealed from the capsule would be a black cloak of a similar design to the white one Regalia currently wore; it'd be a bit small on Zerori, but would at least conceal her a bit. While the cloak wouldn't suppress Zerori's energy, it'd at least act to mask it; there were hardly any within the crime units that could sense energy, with that in mind, the cloak would do wonders against the device meant for seeking them out. Regalia wouldn't bother waiting for a response from the woman, instead choosing to immediately scale the fire escape once the cloak was given; though while she seemed to sport a distant attitude, she'd still listen to the two as they continued moving.

"Contrary to most you may have fought, the average human doesn't fly." Regalia would remark as she reached the top of the fire escape; clearing her throat before turning towards Zerori and looking up towards her eyes with a straight expression, "Apologies, that came off as accusatory; regardless, my point stands, most don't fly, and neither do I." She'd say, before crouching down and pushing off from the fire escapes grating with a powerful leap; with the added flare of a back flip, Regalia would land atop the buildings roof before peering over the side with a smirk beneath her mask, "I can jump rather good though, now lets go hunchy, we're almost there!"

Knowing Zerori would be able to catch up with ease, Regalia would take to continuing their previous pace, this time from along the top of the buildings. There was a bit more to it when it came to her suppressed power than she was letting on of course, but this was hardly the place to explain it all. While the previous streets may have been unsavory, they had simply acted as a means to an end to avoid law enforcement; now along the roof tops, the trio could safely make their way towards the city center and back into much more amicable neighborhoods without drawing the eye of those below.

Within minutes the three would find themselves in the thick complex brick jungle of the that was the city's heart; the sound of sirens now so far off that it would be impossible to hear for the average individual. The towering buildings that made up the city's heart acted akin to a defensive wall to separate what lie within from the outside elements. Upon reaching the edge of a building that led to a much more open area, Regalia would take to leaping from the edge and careening to the grassy plot below. A nearby tree acted as a helper in this display, its branches acting to break her fall before she'd swing out from the leaves and land safely upon the ground.

Their destination lay before them, an open area that would almost give the impression of a grassy park; it was no park however, but instead a high end neighborhood. Dome structures littered the area, Capsule homes as most called them; now safely away from harm, Regalia would take a much more casual pace as she made her way towards the sizable capsule house she called home here.

Regalia would give a low, contemplative hum in response to Zerori's comment; while it wasn't exactly the same situation, it also wasn't too far off from the truth. She hadn't made any enemies during her act at the Presidential speech, but she hadn't exactly made any friends either; any Earthlings that recognized Regalia at this point likely held a negative opinion of her views, but she hardly concerned herself over such trivialities.

"Not quite, imagine it like this-" Regalia would begin as she guided Zerori towards a rather large Capsule house, "-if you make a rule, be it for the safety of others or whatever else, do you expect others to follow that rule if you yourself don't?" She'd explain, wording her remark as a question for Zerori to ponder, "I'll explain more inside, c'mon."

The Capsule home the trio would approach towered over other nearby homes of similar design; while each was no more than a dome, the one Regalia entered could be closer related to the equivalent of a mansion in archaic housing terms. From the outside, with its signature "C" plastered on the side of the building, and it's serene white color with a blue line streaking completely around it, it was no different than any other capsule home beyond it's grandiose size.

Taking out a key card, Regalia would proceed to unlock the abode via the use of a card reader beside the front door; beneath her cloak and out of site of Zerori however, she'd press a hidden switch she had attached to her belt which would serve to unlock the more "secure" measurements she'd installed herself. There were plenty of technological measures she'd taken to strengthen her home, though she made sure to keep such things hidden from plain sight; she was Regalia on this world, and she couldn't allow hints of Zuqetta to be caught.

Once inside, the trio would be greeted by the foyer; a large room that would seem pretty standard by Earthlings. In the center of the room was a large table, low to the ground, with couches and sofa chairs placed besides the table tentatively. A massive rug rested beneath the whole display, and against the far wall that the seating arrangement was facing was a large, flat-screen television. There were plenty of other intricate details placed around as well, the kind of things that would make the seen feel rather homey and lived-in. From a simple coat and shoe rack, to potted plants and even pictures upon the walls; the simplicity of the scene would almost give an air of heavy contrast to Regalia's appearance and actions, though as she entered, she would take a much more comfortable demeanor.

"Leave your shoes in the stand here-" She'd remark as she took off her own boots and placed them at the bottom of the stand, replacing them with slippers, "-I'd like ta not overwork the Roomba's if possible." She'd laugh a bit as she opened a wicker box and removed a couple plastic wrapped pair of slippers, tossing them over towards Zerori before taking to removing and hanging up her cloak on the coat rack, "We didn't get ta-" She'd start, before cutting herself off as she realized the change in her manner of speech, "-Ahem-, we weren't able to enjoy the "hospitality" of that cafe, would you like a drink? Maybe a meal?" She'd ask before walking towards a doorway in the back of the room which led to her kitchen.

I've gotta use more caution, can't be too relaxed... Regalia would think to herself as she walked away, She doesn't know me, and I'm not supposed to know her, simple as that. She'd attempt to clear her mind as she focused on her persona; being reunited with her sister in a less than hostile manner had caused her to feel a sense of nostalgia for the days of her past, but she couldn't allow herself to fall prey to the feeling lest she give away hints of who she truly was. In any case, this day certainly hadn't gone in a direction she had expected, besides meeting Zerori in general, she certainly hadn't expected to bring her to her home either.