When Hunger Strikes [Invite]

Amara rounded a street corner, taking a heart slurp from a frozen protein drink. It was luck that she noticed the prone body moments before stepping on it, pausing mid-air and crouching down to poke the stranger's head with the edge of her cup. "Hey. Hey buddy. Fem Saiyan with the salmon-tinted teal combo. You alright?" The battle armor, black hair, and overall oddity of deciding to flop face down on the sidewalk all pointed to this person being a Saiyan. Though technically there was a chance they weren't, Amara was ready to bet Dion's pair of glasses on it being the case. "Aye, well whatever your issue is you can't block the walkway." If permitted she'd throw the girl over her shoulder like a sack of potatoes, continuing on her merry way. Amara ducked into one of the many generic fast-food restaurants dotting the city, slinging the girl into a booth seat and sliding in across from here. Eating anything outside her strict diet was a no-go for the unknown hybrid, but this girl looked like she could use a pick-me-up of greasy quality. A few taps on the screen followed by the flash of a chip paid for a smorgasbord of food which would come sliding out shortly after. "So what's your story? Hop off the latest bus from Vegeta or something else?"

"I have never seen somebody so thoroughly demolish several burgers and cartons of fries in my entire life," Amara deadpanned, leaning back against her seat and folding up her sunglasses. The duo trays once packed with food had been ravaged, there were a few things seldom untouched but overall this girl had done an excellent job of completely fucking demolishing it. Her brow raised an inch at the mention of not even being noticed. How THAT happened when Amara had carried her here was beyond reason. "Yeah I can see that." Out of it to be sure. The Saiyan wasn't terribly sure if she should trust a proclamation considering all the other odd behaviors thus far but she'd give it a pass. "You miss one meal and are out like a light? Sheesh. Sounds a bit rough for all parties involved." Of course Amara had a large appetite too and tended to snack throughout the day, but missing a lone meal would hardly conk her out. Though, the other Saiyan seemingly recognizing them a bit right after their admission of being from Vegeta proper made Amara's heart skip a beat. "Name's Leriac. We haven't met before, as far as I can tell, but my looks aren't exactly unique so maybe you're thinking of someone else."

"Ah yeah, walking sure is known to take a lot outta you after all," Her tone had shifted from slightly mocking to more of a teasing once, not meaning much actual harm. "Lady the last time I actually cried was when I still had diapers on. No offense to your or other people who have loose faucets but I tend to pride myself on not being overly dramatic. ...It IS entertaining to a degree, I'll admit, but full time like that? Hell no." The remainder of whatever food was left remained untouched, Amara tapping the side screen to get a to-go bag. She didn't plan on eating the leftovers but her few training partners and MAYBE Carro or Dion would appreciate it. Surely that man couldn't be satisfied cooking his own food all the time, right? "Well, you're probably right there. You certainly have a very unique quality to everything about you. Like your interesting wardrobe or-" Amara stopped to squint, staring Delia in the eyes for a few moments before continuing: "Those star-shaped irises. Neat." Amara finished off what remained of her own shake, tossing it across the room and straight into a trash bin with a satisfied smirk. "Oh y'know. Getting the lay of the land, punching a bag for a while. I'm a fighter... an aspiring one at least. My Ki control is rather poor but I hope to be able to compete again one day."

"Sure coulda fooled me," Amara deadpanned, drumming her fingers on the counter between them. The hustle and bustle of the restaurant marched on alongside them, and before long a wheeled robot chugged on by - stopping at their table to deliver the box she had requested. "Anyway it's a matter of speech." Amara scooped up some boxed burgers and untouched fries, stuffing her carry-out to the brim. "If you plan on being on Earth for any stretch of time it'd probably be a good idea to learn them." Well, Earth AND the military but that part of her background was on lockdown for the moment. There was an odd familiarity about this girl, though Amara couldn't quite put her finger on it. "Welp, you may be unique but everyone else's choice in vernacular? Not so much it seems." It seemed like Amara hadn't been the first person to endure her antics. "What's YOUR name anyway? I gave away mine and here I am still calling you 'girl' in my mind." Assuming said info was shared, the Saiyan would nod before popping the lid on her now full box, sliding it off to the side. At least Delia had offered to pay her back in some capacity. Money wasn't really an issue for minor stuff like this when Yangcong was funding it, so the chance to train with someone and gain another perspective on her whole Ki snag was enticing. "Yeah, sure, I'll take you up on that second part. You gotta time and place in mind?"

"I'm sure if you're looking to learn 'cool' slang then any local skate park will get the job done. ...Well slang a few choice words that aren't usually said in polite company like fuck shit or damn but those aren't important right now." Her freely coarse language drew a few glares from the other patrons but Amara hardly even noticed. "Besides your utter unique qualities you'll also want to maybe bring a skateboard so you don't look too out of place. Sounds like a plan for you later, yeah?" Why was Amara setting up the poor Earthlings to deal with Delia? ...She didn't really know besides 'it could be funny'. Not like the Saiyan planned on attending such study sessions with Delia anyway. "But, other than that we can go back to the topic at hand." Which the girl thankfully did, mentioning vacation along the way. "Vacation, huh," A tired smile crossed her lips, Amara thinking back wistfully for a moment. How nice was it to be able to just freely go to other planets with the risk of being murdered at any given point. "...As for where we could meet, further south of this city is an especially large island with lots of buildings on it. That one is called Papaya Island. I'll be there at the northern shore in a day or two."

"I wish you only the best of luck when it comes to your popular endeavors, Delia," Amara had managed to keep her tone serious despite the humorous nature of the entire image in her mind of the Saiyan showing up to a skate park. Hopefully, she wouldn't take offense given the expert acting at play. "Well, I'll be around the island for a while so I guess I'll know when its' time if I sense you coming. Now that we've met and talked I'm pretty certain I could pick out your signature in a crowd." Amara wasn't quite ready to reveal that she was temporarily living there in case relations turned sour or Delia was somehow followed by unwanted elements, so better safe than sorry.

"Hype up, train up, do whatever you need to do. Frankly, you're one the people closest to my power that I've met so far, so precluding you randomly getting a surge of power between now and then we should be able to make this a pretty darn even fight." Delia raised some concerns with potential backfiring, which Amara hadn't honestly considered until now. "It's a risk I'm willing to take," She responded firmly, "Learning control is necessary towards becoming a good warrior. This is my only option." Standing up from the booth, Amara whipped out her sunglasses, placing them back on gently before giving Delia one last look. "I'll be going now. Hope to see you there when the time comes."