Post by Surveya on Jan 20, 2024 23:25:34 GMT -5
SURVEYA'S PL: 4,000 (Undetectable) |
ACTIVE TRANSFORMATIONS: None |
After an... Interesting first encounter with mortalkind, Surveya had quickly gotten back on her feet and begun polling the common Namekian folk in the Maima Fields, a zone brimming with life in all its many, brief forms. She poled one, two, three, ten, twenty, and then thirty-nine different Namekians, each of which had a variety of answers to her queries, none of which were particularly concerning. So far, so good. Survey No. 00-000-000-039's mortal, a young Namekian named Pulmo, had suggested to Surveya that if she wanted a convenient space to easily inquisite with many people who would come to her location instead of her having to seek them all out, a recently reopened pub by the name of Diono's that had set up shop down the road would be a good spot to check.
This sounded like a fantastic idea, especially by mortal standards. Surveya thanked Pulmo for his surprising level of insight, and then made her way down the road to Diono's. The owner, who was apparently a Saiyan man by the name of Dion, would be the first person there she questioned, Surveya surmised. It only made sense to take care of the bartender first.
After a brief stop to ask a Namekian farmer for further directions, Surveya arrived at the building. A 'bar,' or 'tavern,' as mortals called it. Such things did not exist among the Kais, though Surveya did recall hearing a few Shinjin who worked in Afterlife administration discussing how such places had been created on request in the regions of Heaven and Hell that the souls who had not yet been recycled dwelled. Curious to finally try one for herself, Surveya pushed the building's door open, stepped up to the bar and hoisted herself up on a stool.
This man behind the bar must be Dion, yes? He fit the trappings of a Saiyan. Black hair, spiky... That was about it. "Excuse me, Dion," Surveya called out to him to grab his attention, "A good day to you. I am Surveya, a Shinjin working in mortal affairs. Have you a few moments to spare to answer some questions about your level of satisfaction with this universe?" Surveya pulled out a mystical tablet looking device and procured a pen from seemingly nowhere, eagerly hovering the utensil over the tablet without breaking eye contact with the Saiyan.