Post by Enyo on Mar 24, 2019 0:16:13 GMT
Power Level: 2,689
Suppressed to 10%: 269
The grounds surrounding the world tournament were a buzz with activity. People from all over came to witness the best of the best fight together. It was amazing how a 'world' tournament called forth people from off world! Maybe they should change the tournament's name? Eh, whatever. It was none of her business. So long as she got to fight and got to eat. Enyo may need to wait to fight, but there was nothing stopping her from pigging out.
Enyo floated seven feet in the air above most of the heads in the crowd. She didn't care about any of the strange looks she might receive. You think the people of earth would be accustomed by the more common powers in the galaxy by now. People who can't fly were a minority now, after all. Or maybe they were staring at her because it was bad manners to fly over people's heads. If everyone did, the place would be much more chaotic with everyone traversing in three dimensions. Once again, she didn't really care.
What she DID care about was the collection of corn-dogs she was chewing on. Enyo had six of them in her right hand. They were splayed out, looking like a strange fan made of meat and deep fried batter. She was working on the dog on the farthest right, chewing down along the stick with out a care. Then when completed, she just tossed the stick down on the crowd below. Then moved on to the next.
In Enyo's left hand she was carrying a swirl of cotton candy bigger than her torso. Not her head. Her torso. The thing could barely hold still on the stick she carried it on. The surface area was so wide that the slightest breeze caused it to sway ponderously on the stick. Threatening to be blown away completely. She was saving that fluffy goodness for when she finished her corn-dogs. Man, why does food on a stick taste so good??
While chewing with a mouth bursting with corn-doggy goodness, she scoured the crowds for the familiar figure of her boss. Her ORIGINAL boss. Carnelian may be her current boss, but he wasn't the true owner of her allegiance. He was a good boss. But he wasn't her true boss. No, that was-
"Lettuki!!" Enyo spun in a small barrel roll through the air and then circled around the berserker saiya-jin. She floated around his shoulders, like a languid cat might lay upon them, "Boss! I missed youuuuu..."
Enyo nuzzled the top of his head with her own, then pulled away enough so that she could keep eating her corn-dog fan without getting food on Lettuki.
Word Count: 447
Suppressed to 10%: 269
The grounds surrounding the world tournament were a buzz with activity. People from all over came to witness the best of the best fight together. It was amazing how a 'world' tournament called forth people from off world! Maybe they should change the tournament's name? Eh, whatever. It was none of her business. So long as she got to fight and got to eat. Enyo may need to wait to fight, but there was nothing stopping her from pigging out.
Enyo floated seven feet in the air above most of the heads in the crowd. She didn't care about any of the strange looks she might receive. You think the people of earth would be accustomed by the more common powers in the galaxy by now. People who can't fly were a minority now, after all. Or maybe they were staring at her because it was bad manners to fly over people's heads. If everyone did, the place would be much more chaotic with everyone traversing in three dimensions. Once again, she didn't really care.
What she DID care about was the collection of corn-dogs she was chewing on. Enyo had six of them in her right hand. They were splayed out, looking like a strange fan made of meat and deep fried batter. She was working on the dog on the farthest right, chewing down along the stick with out a care. Then when completed, she just tossed the stick down on the crowd below. Then moved on to the next.
In Enyo's left hand she was carrying a swirl of cotton candy bigger than her torso. Not her head. Her torso. The thing could barely hold still on the stick she carried it on. The surface area was so wide that the slightest breeze caused it to sway ponderously on the stick. Threatening to be blown away completely. She was saving that fluffy goodness for when she finished her corn-dogs. Man, why does food on a stick taste so good??
While chewing with a mouth bursting with corn-doggy goodness, she scoured the crowds for the familiar figure of her boss. Her ORIGINAL boss. Carnelian may be her current boss, but he wasn't the true owner of her allegiance. He was a good boss. But he wasn't her true boss. No, that was-
"Lettuki!!" Enyo spun in a small barrel roll through the air and then circled around the berserker saiya-jin. She floated around his shoulders, like a languid cat might lay upon them, "Boss! I missed youuuuu..."
Enyo nuzzled the top of his head with her own, then pulled away enough so that she could keep eating her corn-dog fan without getting food on Lettuki.
Word Count: 447
