Finally, Some Good Fuck*ng Food [Open]

The sun shining bright on the city down below, the busy traffic of Central City only got worse as lunch time rolled around. People were going to and fro, either heading home for lunch, or grabbing a bite to eat from one of the local shops. The crowds of people were especially dense around downtown's outdoor shopping center, which while surrounded by all sorts of fast food, pizza places, and other tasty goods, it also contained clothing and souvenir stores.

In one of these clothing stores was Majin Gaffa, who had recently come into possession of some definitely-not-stolen Zeni. She was lamenting the loss of her second non-magical outfit and wanted to find something new and comfortable, plus something she could fight in without an issue. The tournament was coming up and while she didn't exactly know how she was going to get there, it was still going to piss her off when she ran into Erebos and that majin Kaza again.

Kaza had dragged her over something called 'style' before, and Gaffa didn't know what that originally meant. After reading some magazines fished out from the trash while looking for food, and easedropping on some highschool girls as she definitely DIDN'T try and get the drop on them and absorb them, Gaffa finally knew what 'style' was, and she knew she didn't have it.

This store was said to be 'the most stylish clothes in the city', according to the sign outside. Gaffa had scoped it out before and after figuring out how to get clothes without humans causing a scene and getting a bunch of unwanted attention on the majin, she was finally inside and able to purchase a new outfit.

She still had some promise-it's-not-stolen Zeni left over and she was feeling pretty hungry. The purple majin walked over to the fountain, where a map of the area was, so she could sus out where she wanted to go and raid trash for food. Instead of the map, though, what caught her attention was this humanoid-shaped trashcan with a container of crisp, yet very moist, potato fries. Not assuming that it was in the lap of anything alive, Gaffa nonchalantly approached the humanoid trashcan and took the fries right out of its lap-shaped receptacle.

Apparently trashcans have gotten a lot more angry at dumpster divers in Central City, as it rips the potato fries out of Gaffa's hands and shoves it down its chute. She hadn't been expecting the humanoid trashcan to start moving! It also had the nerve to call the majin a pidgeon. Though like, thinking about it, why would there be a special humanoid trashcan perched on the side of a fountain? A weird place for a trash-eating metal sculpture. She still didn't think it was anything but a trashcan, though.

"Fuckin-" Before she could do anything though the entity that was very much obviously a robot of some sort, compared to the bipedal trashcan, told her off for stealing. "This your trashcan? Shit." The majin backed off from the angry trashcan, not realizing something had already called dibs. There were other trashcans around so she could find her own. No need to start public beef.

The robot correctly identified Gaffa as a majin, and introduced itself. His name wasn't too hard to pronounce, but when she tried, she kept tripping over the syllables. "Pala... Paldo... Paldy?," she repeated, giving up on trying to say it. She doubted she'd run into this thing again anyways. No need to fill her headspace with boring names.

A third joined the scene, as thirds do when two people are talking, though his appearance took Gaffa off guard. It was another majin! This was the third majin she had met so far. Each one seemed to have very different magical signatures to them, as well. Gaffa checked his; his active pool seemed much bigger than hers. That was kinda threatening, though he didn't seem to be angry or hungry which was a good sign when it came to majins.

Before she could say anything to him, though, the robot was already standing up and talking to the pink majin about some debate with a person named 'Azoth'. She gave the robot a death glare, annoyed that it was taking priority with the majin instead of her. She didn't care that it probably wasn't looking at her to see her anger.

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Being forced to wait as everyone finished their introductions and/or familiar greetings before she was able to talk to the other majin, Faustus, was frustrating. As she waited for them to finish, Gaffa licked the grease and whatever was left of the potato mush off of her hands, before dunking them in the public fountain to rinse them off. She was being ignored, so might as well.

Eventually, Faustus got to her. He asked a few basic questions; nothing that the purple majin really felt like answering, but since he apparently knows the trashcan, maybe he can get it to relinquish the rest of the fries? So she'll play along with 'socializing' for now.

For now.

"I am Majin Gaffa, the proud creation of the great dark wizard Presteaux," she stated, though it sounded very stiff. She could recall the days where she was forced to repeat this greating over and over by her father. Some shit about 'image' and 'creating a presence' that involved proper introductions. Gaffa personally hated it, since the time spent talking could be more time spent punching, but she had no choice but to listen to Presteaux. After all, she was his daughter.

She thought about how to answer the other questions. Why was she here? "I'm buying clothes," Gaffa said as she pointed to the store she had just come from, named 'Soup'. "I was at Soup. Buying clothes at the Soup store."

"I only bother people when I'm hungry. Though I don't see why that matters." After all, there was no 'people' here. It was originally just her and some hunks of metal. "Hunger is a good reason. You know that, right?"

And as she said that, the trashcan lifted the fries into the middle of the group. Seeing as she was being rewarded for socializing, Gaffa immediately grabbed a handful and shoved it in her mouth without a word. As she chewed through the admittedly now cold potatoes, the robot offered to bring everyone to a restaurant! Gaffa sorta knew what that was, it was a place that had food! She simply had to agree to go.

"Myesh, ah'm shtill 'unry," she spoke through the potato mush in her mouth. No shame. "Letsh go tho a reshernt."

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    K4 had the strength and dexterity to move an island without it sinking, and he was about to use them on Paladion's arm. Still he only had a suspicion that the android and Faustus knew about his dealings, and it did not seem to him that Azoth would have sent mooks to get him. The lizard was much too 'proud' and 'honorable' (read: vain and idealistic) to not head the confrontation. And as for the very rude majin... why would she buy clothes at Soup? There's only soup at the Soup Store! This was idiocy beyond suspicion, he just let the scant-brain eat the soggy fries.

    Now he was being invited to go to a restaurant. Paladion couldn't eat, and K4 already lunched, and this couldn't be code for something because the majins were also invited. Unless... no. The clear emptiness in everyone's heads (excluding his own) assured the cyborg that this was not a set-up – just weird people being weird on a weird planet, like in those sci-fi comics he was so fond of. K4 unwrapped the robot's vice on him, picking up the stray cat on the bench. The fleshies'(?) voracious appetite and general unconcern for fairness made it a matter of time until an attempt on eating the cat happened. So he capsuled the thing.

    Problem solved.

    "It's bio-compatible." he told the trio. Maybe if they were here for him they'd understand the threat, and if not... let's not mince words, K4 could tell he was going to be the one paying for lunch. He was, for once, the most normal in a group. So they owed him. And he owned them. "Okay then, where's the restaurant?" he offered Paladion the cat capsule. It had come to her lap, and he had no interest in getting fur in his wires.