New Girl In Town (OPEN)

Qarinah simply shrugged at the overly large Tuffle man. "He was dressed in battle armour and had black spiky hair. Had a royal crest on his armour if that helps. I think he might have had a blue cape?" she said, waving a hand dismissively. "When someone is hurling giant red balls of energy towards me trying to kill me, whilst constantly yelling out the name of his attack every single time, I don't stop to ask about their tailor." the Vampiric Demon quipped with a roll of her eyes, deciding to ignore him for now whilst she waited for the real power here to finish her dilemma of an internal debate.

This was an equally fun part about making deals with individuals in positions of power. The choice between following your base animal instincts that are screaming at you, or following your minds thinking of all the possibilities. In this situation the Tuffles were in with the Saiyans, the Vampiric Demons bargain being offered to them kept sounding better and better, all while the instincts of mortals honed by centuries and millennia of being wary of what lurked in the dark screamed at them to not take it... It was so delicious that Qarinah could almost taste it in the air.

She gave a snort of amusement when the tiny pink haired woman quipped about her mothers cooking. "Duly noted mon cheri." said Qarinah in a flawless French accent, deciding to have a little bit of fun with the Tuffles name, even if she were the only one to understand her own joke. And of course the coup de grace, the Tuffle finally took a seat at the table, collected a glass although she was yet to drink and admitted to being interested in the deal.

"I would expect nothing less from a premier of the Tuffle people." she said with a salute of her own glass. Qarinah took a sip, refolding one leg across the other as she adjusted herself. "I will admit, this will be a rather novel experience for me. Having to report and such through proper channels. The Demon Realm is so full of back alley conversations and double speak that proper channels just means getting the words to the right ear." the Vampiric Demon mused with a chuckle.

Qarinah glanced over towards the remaining standing Tuffle male and sighed, swirling the red liquid in her glass. "Saiyan boy named Onion, Blaster Corps... whom you have worked with before." she mused, taking a sip of her drink as she considered the man's request. "Sounds almost like you want someone to check up on your kid and make sure he's alright." the Vampiric Demon remarked, wondering how the military traitor would take that shot in the dark.

If he had worked with Saiyans before during this war, and Cheri hadn't blasted him yet, that meant he was either a double agent for the Tuffles, or someone who had turned traitor on the Saiyans he had been fighting alongside first. Either way, the fact that this mans power rivaled her own in her current state meant that she should not take him too lightly.

Especially if his larger than normal size for a Tuffle indicated any Saiyan blood in his lineage. Qarinah had already discovered that Saiyans had a short temper... Just how short that was in a half-breed she wasn't that willing to find out. Not when this conversation was going so well in her favour.

Qarinah took another sip of her drink before signalling for Yangcong to come closer. "Transfer to me any and all details you have about the boy and this unit he's with, no matter how small or insignificant you may think it is, and I'll take a look for you. If he has a preferred drink or meal or sleeping position or even has a favourite cuddly toy, I want to know." the silver-haired woman said, deciding that if this boy was someone who might have a familial connection or otherwise to this hybrid, his blood at least might be worth collecting if nothing else.