Posts: 83
Power Level: 18,607 Zeni: 4,399 Training Points: 3 Fighting Style: Distanced Transformations: Great Namek [x5] Location: Earth Items: Heavy Training Weights
Ah! West City, the greatest hive of business scum and social villainy, or that would be the perspective from the proletariat that inhabited the less savory parts of the city at the least, when compared to the other smatterings of cities across this planet's surface, West City was far from the worst. Actually after the Capsule Corporation and Red Ribbon merger, the two created a wealth of new job opportunities for every level of society in the city, from the lowest factory worker upwards into the corporate level and it really shows as the city has a stark contrast between old and new, both in the buildings and in the choice of businesses that line the streets.
It was quite the personal tour for the Namekian, it was his first real time around the city since his arrival and it was such a drastic change from the 'cities' he knew on Namek which all paled in comparison with what he saw now. The peak of technological advancement and development was more than putting it lightly as the city was ever evolving.
However Namorel had heard that there was a beverage that apparently everyone in this city essentially lived off of and he wasted no time in locating a Makyo Starbux, various advertisements listed them as the premier location for this beverage. As the green man ducked into teh building, using the currency that Ayumu had given him as an 'allowance', he would order the blackest coffee they had, taking a seat at the window as he settled into the locale.
With the two women walking in to the coffee shop, on break from their research together, the with known as Mesmerelda looked around the shop, eyeing the admittedly tacky (even by her standards) decor and the other patrons. Her eyes meeting the strange sight of a Namekian sitting down to enjoy a cup of... Incredibly strong looking (and smelling) coffee, while wondering if this green man had some form of death wish, Mesmerelda's thought process was interrupted by her friend and co-researcher speaking up. "Hello. Ground control to major witch." Spoke an annoyed Meringue. "Did you want coffee as well?" She asked, holding a coin purse full of money.
"Hm? Wha', no. No thanks, I get jittery." Said Mesmerelda. "Hey, Meringue?"
"Yes, the blackest coffee you have." Spoke Meringue, turning her attention back. "What is it?" She asked. "What happens if a Namekian drinks black coffee?" _ WC: 146
Posts: 83
Power Level: 18,607 Zeni: 4,399 Training Points: 3 Fighting Style: Distanced Transformations: Great Namek [x5] Location: Earth Items: Heavy Training Weights
Namorel's attention was on the coffee in his hands, the thick black fluid churning in the cup, heat radiating and a strong natural scent rising heartily from it. His hands singed slightly against the ceramic container. He would raise this his mouth slowly, thoughts of so many different flavors when compared to what he has consumed before raced in his mind. He had eaten everything from the cake that Ayumu made him try to taking a bite of that shark fin soup the Wolf Clan made... and quite a bit in between. Rising the cup closer to his mouth, the more natural, ground, and earthy scents overcame him. It reminded him of one of Ayumu's more root based teas, of which he was more than the biggest fan of.
Then the fluid reached his mouth, and his eyes erupted at the searing pain, which faded into a taste the would not forget... one that made him wonder why people even bothered to drink this crap. Yet he was compelled to drink it as he had used his entire allowance to buy it. Downing it as fast as he could to avoid the taste, his pupils dilated and he had to sit for a moment to let it all rest. Taking a slow, deep breath, the Namekian's body began to shake some, a feeling that he wouldn't explain nor did he want to find the root of.