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Post by Zaffran on Jan 14, 2024 18:26:52 GMT -5
Current PL: 42,000
What was there for a demon to do on Plant? What delights and atrocities were to be savored in this world and nowhere else? Days of travel and discussion had proved what the goat already knew, squeezing new chaos from saiyans and tuffles would take effort! Effort, sadly, that she felt was better spent elsewhere... And so, nearing her last day of new-year vacationing, Zaffran went to Mercenary Outpost, the last landmark on the 'List' -- more interested in the kind of people she might find there than the sights or drink.
And what people she found! A whole slew of plain bastards and morally compromised others, drinking and cussing around tables overfull with drinks and playing cards. Zeni, jewels and trinkets were traded in handfuls, as well as dirty jokes and rumors. Until, suddenly, someone shouted over another and ended it with a gurgle! The goat hadn't been paying attention, she just turned around to see some saiyan stuck with a sword. The blade's wielder was shot with a blaster slug. The slugger then fell down to a punch. The succession of killings continued, wild and loud, a frenzy that Zaffran cheered at first -- hooted, even -- but quickly grew bored of. Dismissing her tab (three sodas), she avoided the thrown bodies and left the bar. She was out, stretching her legs.
Ah, to be walking down the Causeway Street! The lake it once crossed had long dried, maybe, and from the dusty boards sprouted its street. Like the rest of the Outpost, the buildings were ramshackle and a touch too old-looking for their age. It was from the constant tearing and rebuilding, Zaffran guessed, from fights and spats. She heard sounds, from behind each wall she passed, delightful little reminders of life at home (roars, cackles, snapping of twigs or bone).
TWC: 301
