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Post by Zuci on Mar 17, 2023 17:35:22 GMT -5
The somewhat bustling crowd around the outpost made sure to clear out a path for the woman that seemed to be returning fresh from a mission. She walked with an air that spelled trouble for anyone that bothered to interrupt her, and it didn't help that she was dragging a man on the ground towards the center where you would turn in a job. He'd been bleeding from his shoulder, leaving a trail across the ground while he sat motionless.
Coming up to the building, Zuci opened the door and pulled the man inside, hoisiting him up and laying him on top of a table. She snapped her fingers, and soon he was carried off by two short collectors. He'd been in trouble for not only stealing money from a crew, but roughing them up for no reason other than causing chaos. While Zuci was fine with and even admired how rowdy her people could get, senseless violence could just be annoying sometimes. So, while many others turned down the job in fear of getting beat up by such a criminal, Zuci relished both the challenge and the opportunity to put the man in his place.
"And let that be a lesson to not cause any trouble on my home, you buffoon. Hmph..." Wiping her hands of dust and blood, Zuci left the building. Deciding to refresh herself after a hard day's work, she calmly walked over to the nearest bar, ignoring the stares she got along the way. Entering and seating herself, she snapped her fingers and called out tiredly to the bartender. "Two- Ah, four long glasses of water. I'll likely need more, but I'll start off light for now."
The bartender grunted, sliding four glasses her way before grabbing a pitcher and filling all four in record time. She smiled, downing one glass instantly before she sipped on the next. She suddenly had to catch a rag thrown at her by him; she quirked a brow before she looked at her reflection in the glass, seeing her cheek stained with blood.
"Oh, why thank you! And they say you don't have a soul here!"
She swears she hears him mutter about just not wanting her to track blood all over the place, but she doesn't focus on it for now. Instead, she simply enjoys her refreshing drink, unaware of the major attention she was drawing for her awkward attitude. Drag a man in, dump him, then go take a drink while smelling like sweat and blood... While most Saiyans wouldn't bat an eye, some of the other races in the room looked at her like a stray animal.
Not that she cared.
Coming up to the building, Zuci opened the door and pulled the man inside, hoisiting him up and laying him on top of a table. She snapped her fingers, and soon he was carried off by two short collectors. He'd been in trouble for not only stealing money from a crew, but roughing them up for no reason other than causing chaos. While Zuci was fine with and even admired how rowdy her people could get, senseless violence could just be annoying sometimes. So, while many others turned down the job in fear of getting beat up by such a criminal, Zuci relished both the challenge and the opportunity to put the man in his place.
"And let that be a lesson to not cause any trouble on my home, you buffoon. Hmph..." Wiping her hands of dust and blood, Zuci left the building. Deciding to refresh herself after a hard day's work, she calmly walked over to the nearest bar, ignoring the stares she got along the way. Entering and seating herself, she snapped her fingers and called out tiredly to the bartender. "Two- Ah, four long glasses of water. I'll likely need more, but I'll start off light for now."
The bartender grunted, sliding four glasses her way before grabbing a pitcher and filling all four in record time. She smiled, downing one glass instantly before she sipped on the next. She suddenly had to catch a rag thrown at her by him; she quirked a brow before she looked at her reflection in the glass, seeing her cheek stained with blood.
"Oh, why thank you! And they say you don't have a soul here!"
She swears she hears him mutter about just not wanting her to track blood all over the place, but she doesn't focus on it for now. Instead, she simply enjoys her refreshing drink, unaware of the major attention she was drawing for her awkward attitude. Drag a man in, dump him, then go take a drink while smelling like sweat and blood... While most Saiyans wouldn't bat an eye, some of the other races in the room looked at her like a stray animal.
Not that she cared.
TWC: 445
