Post by Marrow on Jan 31, 2023 1:53:51 GMT -5
Waiting for heat to die down was one thing. Selecting Plant as the place to do it? Something else entirely. Sure, Marrow's maybe-alive dad was a Saiyan who had come from here, but the woman had zero interest in exploring her ancestry. No tail, rainbow hair, what does that make her? Decidedly not Saiyan-like. Plant itself was a hellhole of war, blood, poverty, and waste. She would find nothing of value here, save for maybe a few competent training partners now that her natural power had increased so much. The Super Saiyan apparently came from a battle here - and she'd met him. One of them, at least.
While Eris was out doing some actual damn work for once, Marrow decided to take a break. There was an outpost not far from their search area, scabbed over scars of Saiba-ban's attack showing it to be a forgotten memory. Ruffians and mercenaries flitted about the rough and tumble town, Saiyans, Tuffles, Aliens, and others. The colorful criminal was currently seated at one of the many small bars, bitterly nursing a golden-brown flagon of something. She wasn't technically old enough to drink under Earth law, but here? Like Hell if they cared. Even if they did she was no stranger to breaking that particular rule.
"Oi missy," The slurred voice of a big-chested Saiyan slithered across her ears. "You look might out of place there, even if ya armor. Need a look around?" Marrow's eyes shifted slowly to the man, silently glaring daggers - but he didn't seem to get the clue, inching closer and laughing. "What's th' matter? I don't bite!"
While Eris was out doing some actual damn work for once, Marrow decided to take a break. There was an outpost not far from their search area, scabbed over scars of Saiba-ban's attack showing it to be a forgotten memory. Ruffians and mercenaries flitted about the rough and tumble town, Saiyans, Tuffles, Aliens, and others. The colorful criminal was currently seated at one of the many small bars, bitterly nursing a golden-brown flagon of something. She wasn't technically old enough to drink under Earth law, but here? Like Hell if they cared. Even if they did she was no stranger to breaking that particular rule.
"Oi missy," The slurred voice of a big-chested Saiyan slithered across her ears. "You look might out of place there, even if ya armor. Need a look around?" Marrow's eyes shifted slowly to the man, silently glaring daggers - but he didn't seem to get the clue, inching closer and laughing. "What's th' matter? I don't bite!"
PL: 102,000 (ANTISENSE) | TWC: 268