Post by Delia on Jan 15, 2023 18:24:47 GMT -5
Delia's PL: 10 (Suppressed from 65,000)
Active Transformation: N/A | Items; Battle Armor
Eventually, her travels had brought her further in towards the coast until she had stumbled on a beach. A plethora of tourists and natives were gathered around, talking and having an all around good time! The sight itself brought a smile to Delia's face. She'd been half tempted to go put on an impromptu performance, but as she shuffled closer, something else caught her attention; the smell of food! "Oooo! What's that!?" The woman questioned aloud to nobody in particular. Picking up the pace, Delia sped towards one of the various restaurants in the area. Yet, when she got there, she was stopped by a Konatsian fella in a black suit. A bouncer of sorts it seemed.
"Stop right there, lady. Only people with reservations can go inside, and I can tell you aren't on the list." He affirms. "Now beat it before I remove you by force."
Delia frowns a bit at this piece of news- but she wouldn't give up that easily. The Saiyan woman sniffles a bit, then breaks out into tears. "WAAAAA! I JUST WANTED TO GET SOME FOOD! WAAAA!" Even though she may not have been the best singer, she felt as though she could at least act somewhat. Yet, the bouncer just shook his head in response. "SOMEONE GET THIS MEAN MAN OUT OF MY WAY! WAAAA!"
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