Let Thy Numbers Grow (Open)

Just earlier this day Zenos had returned from another job. It was one of the best parts about this job, you were always on the run, from one place to another and there was nearly nothing that really kept you stagnant in one place. Of course, there were the so-called outposts that mercenaries would often visit but that was more like a pit stop than anything else. He did visit them too, however a lot less regularly, he did not like most of the people there after all. Truly, perhaps he was the worst out of them all, but he did not care to see eye to eye with his fellow.

He would do the job, get the zeni and that was about it. He did not care for much else, things such as comradeship were delusional… especially between mercenaries. Everyone was, after all, there for their own sake… certainly not for noble purposes or something silly like that.

Zenos enjoyed himself a nice soup, full of beans and other meat stuff that he cared not to learn its origin. Plant was a weird ass planet, he doubted he would really like the answer. However, most of the flesh there was full of protein and fat, tasty and good for your health, so he was pretty happy with that.

“Hmm?”

He hummed under his breath while he was still processing food in his mouth, his narrow eyes looking back only to find this Namekian that announced himself publicly inside the tavern. He did not exactly react visually, or provide any hints. This guy wanted that guy, uhh. Yeah, he kind of heard about him before. Super Saiyans were all the rage on Plant. Good guess, however. He believed he had just lost some major battle. Zenos accepted a few jobs to help fix up that town, Hatchi. As his motto said, he would take on any job with the proper money.

The man gulped his food down and turned around on the stool to stare back at Gandigan.

“You are far from home, Gandigan. What do you need a Super Saiyan for? I have heard he is not the friendly type.”

Thread Power Level: 24,000
Power Level: --- (Antisense ON)

WC: 361

Zenos made sure to consider all possibilities. The man was of course very confident in his own abilities, but he did not think going up against someone like a Super Saiyan was very likely a realistic chance of success. If anything it was an easy way to go out in a very dumb way. At least for himself, he could not speak for this Namekian that had just arrived here. But of course whatever he wished to do with his own life was his own choice.

“You need to kill him? That is a rich ambition.”

Of course the man did not have any allegiance to Lottus, or whatever. He just found it to be quite open of a declaration, to just come onto this person’s homeworld and quote said words. Was it that the Namekian was desperate or did he truly not care to be more discrete? Well. He did not know if Lottus had any men around here but part of him at least thought the two should have been more careful.

“So you would just pay me for strolling you around on Plant. I do not mind. I accept all kinds of jobs so long as you are paying me.”

Zenos returned his attention towards his plate. Gandigan also joined him. The man found this to be quite amusing, therefore he gestured to the bartender that was just kind of confused and staring, almost kind of intimidated by the fact that Zenos would address him once more.

“Get my new client some water. He is going to need it.”

He looked over the Namekian once more, of course there was nearly no one that could potentially sense him. It had always been that way for him, a person cut off from Ki itself. If by any chance he would even have an ‘aura’, as some back home would describe it, it would be expressed by his strength alone.

“My body is special. You could say I am powerful enough to take you around. I will not help you against Lottus, of course. I do not have a death wish right now.”

Zenos stabbed a piece of meat through the soup and allowed it to release all the fumes and let the soup juice leak and pour around its flesh, while he lifted up in the air.

“I am curious, though. What is Lottus to you? Feel free not to answer. Just a chat while I finish my meal.”

Power Level: --- (Antisense ON)

WC: 412
Total WC: 773

The man clicked the counter, in a moment of tranquil, he did not quite expect a job to come right away, nevermind in such a straightforward timing. Of course he would not say no, that was part of his identity as a hunter; it was only about the money, but in a way, the man had built himself some kind of reputation. It was definitely yet too far to be a big shot known across the galaxy, but if he would not keep at it, he would eventually grow stale and jobless.

“Maybe so. But is a higher power level all it takes? It might give you an advantage against those drastically weaker, but to him perhaps, you are still an even match. Consider that.”

His hand grabbed the bowl and instead he began to drink the residual soup that was leftover, and slowly filled himself to the brim with its latent energy and potential, leaving him feel the warmth in every fiber of his body.

“Then again… if we do not make you waste unnecessary energy, who knows, you might have some advantage.”

He put down the bowl and looked away for a moment, to make sure no one else was trying to listen into their conversation. At least this guy had already done some investigation of his own, in the end that meant Zenos had very little brain work to do and that it would have mostly just been brawler stuff, as a bodyguard of some kind.

Zenos found it slightly ironic that after Lottus had just tried to bomb his own planet, now he apparently set sights on Namek. Funny, he guessed he would have to avoid passing by for the time being. But the next question he found slightly hilarious, mostly because he already knew the answer without too much thought.

“Personally speaking - I do not care. If he dies, then that is one super powered dude out of the way in the future for me. On a professional level - I also do not care. If he pays, he is a client just like anyone else.”

Power Level: --- (Antisense ON)

WC: 350
Total WC: 1,123

Zenos did not find any default in telling Gandigan the honest truth; the fact that he would not win against Lottus. However, that was not his own problem, that would have been the Namekian’s once he would actually go and have this showdown with the mad Saiyan… as for the mercenary he would just pull back when his job was over and leave them to it. He was not even going to make such a direct approach, literally it would be going from point A to point B and that would be it.

“Lottus will be your problem, after all.”

He was blunt, and brutally honest. He did not care how much money one would give him, he knew what Lottus as a target was capable of and he did not exactly have a death wish right now. Therefore it would have all fallen upon the Namekian’s shoulders once his own job was finished. Now that Zenos put down his bowl and had eaten his meal, he left the bowl for the guy behind the counter to clean and handed a chip of zeni on the table before he pushed himself up.

“I got you. Anything before you make your way to Lottus will have to deal with me.”

Zenos began to make his way outside while Gandigan questioned his future motives. Well, unlike anyone else with his kind of strength, he had no ambition. He had nothing to fight for, his pride basically was nowhere to be found; indeed he just lived for work. He did what he could and that was it, another day would pass before he realized it.

“I am a mercenary. It is almost like a game, except it is not. In a game you can just do a single task until you get to max level. In my line of work, you can only do the same stuff for so long until you end up losing rep rather than gaining it. I will have to do bigger jobs and that means I will have to deal with powerful dudes that might be in my way. Having them out of my radar preemptively is a bonus.”

Power Level: --- (Antisense ON)

WC: 363
Total WC: 1,486

Honestly this guy was all kinds of fun.

Every single day that Zenos would come here, he would not expect anything much honestly. Beyond your typical idiot that would cause some kind of trouble in this place, there was nothing much that interesting that would ever cause any kind of commotion around here. And here he came, today, this Namekian stranger with the full intent of taking down one of the so many famous Super Saiyans.

Zenos was indeed having the time of his life. Not because he believed he could not make it, but rather all of this seemed rather absurd in comparison to what he would normally see around here. Still, he would not judge him at all. Rather, he would make sure to encourage this fully by indeed taking on this job. Whatever would happen next, well, he would not care, and honestly he did not have even to try and stick around to see what would happen - if Lottus died then it was likely news would spread around, and the Konatsian would eventually learn about the events himself.

"If you say so, buddy. All I have to do is take you there and make sure you get there all in one piece. Once I am done with that, there is nothing else that I need to do."

Zenos did not really consider just dumping this guy here, of course, so it was not like he really needed to ask him not to. It was not even the way he handled things, once he took on a job he made sure to see it right to the end with no exception. Of course he doubted the two of them would ever see each other again, but nevertheless a job was a job. Money was money.

"Nah, don't worry. I will be outside, just taking in some good ol' fresh air before we leave."

Eventually Zenos just waved over to the bar guy that stood behind the counter, unsure whether or not he would stick around Plant for long anyway. This place had become far too stagnant with work as of late, perhaps he would opt for a new temporary nest - after all that was the mercenary life more or less. You could not stay in one place for too long.

In the meanwhile he would just wait outside the place, sitting around upon one stool while he considered his own options in the matter of relocation.

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Power Level: --- (Antisense ON)

WC: 409
Total WC: 1895