Arrival Mingle

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Who: Everyone.
What: The Chosen return or arrival in the City.
When: July 1st.
Where: The Districts of the City.
Anything Else? Feel free to make your own arrivals, or throw an arrival starter here! The party is open to all. As a reminder, language barriers are not an issue in the Tower.

The City hadn't changed at all in its time without the chosen. If anything, The City seemed a little dusty. The Chosen would find themselves waking in their assigned homes. Even if they were returning and had other homes. They would wake in their chosen home. For the most part, anyway, a few chosen had special ways of arriving.

The assigned housing varied depending on the district they were assigned according to their sin. However, everyone had a box, a welcome package awaiting them upon waking. Inside the box was an extra invitation inviting them to the tower if they so decided to come visit upon arrival.

The city was once again bustling with life. Cars, demons, and the people of the City moving as if time had never stopped. Business as usual for the returning Chosen.


The Tower

While it was not Aiden's district, he had talked the Duchess into opening up the ballroom, and Skiffell to provide food, that just didn't seem to end. The grand ballroom was filled with many delectable dishes, and a small band of demons playing big band music in the corner.

The doors were propped open with the music drifting out to help lull the chosen who decided to attend. A handwritten poster board outside the open doors displaying 'Welcome Chosen!' with about 10 smiley faces drawn on it. While normally parties at the tower demanded fancy dress, Aiden throwing a party meant that rule would not be abided. He didn't dig out the fancy threads for anyone. This was a different kind of party, put together by the lord of Leisurebrook.

While Aiden didn't plan to reveal himself as a magistrate, he did love to mingle with people and hear their stories. So he was there. He was napping at a round table off in a corner, his messy brown hair spilled over his crossed arms as he napped as if he didn't have a care in the world.

Comments

[ssbardock]

Bardock frowned and raised an eyebrow, confused as to why this man didn't know what a Saiyan was. "I'm a Saiyan." Basically, a warrior race who enjoys fighting for a living or I guess you can call us aliens.

[cinnamonspice]

"Oh, well, that's cool." He nodded, still a little confused. "I'm a Mediatite." Which didn't mean much, honestly. "So, tell me more, I'd love to learn about your people. I've never heard of Saiyan's before now, and you seem cool." He picked up a cannoli off the pile, then. "Name's Aiden, by the by."

[ssbardock]

Bardock may of been unSaiyanlike but he still was a Saiyan but as a Saiyan does, he is shoving cannolis in his mouth as he looks over at Aiden. "Hm? A Mediatite? You one of the hosts? He was a little weary even as he was shoving food into his mouth." Bardock was smarter than he looked.

"Aiden, huh? I'm Bardock."

The Saiyan grunted and looked up "Well, it's fairly complicated. I am a Saiyan from Planet Vegeta. Or I was a surviving Saiyan..barely. A Saiyan to put in simple terms is a warrior race where we survived by fighting and training every day. Bardock wouldn't explain the planet clearing the Saiyans did for Frieza in exchange for technology. He regretted that part.

[cinnamonspice]

Aiden smile with amusement. "Dude, you can really pack it away, huh? You don't look like you eat that much." He nodded though at the question. "From a world that's kind of some floating islands. Lots of magic." He missed his brother, and wasn't even sure how he got here, but he didn't mind it too much. "Yeah, not that I want people knowing. People think things if they know you have some power. Mine's not that much, and I'd like to try to help from the shadows if I can. You know? I'd appreciate it if you don't tell."

If he did, oh well. Aiden would deal with that when the time comes. He knew he couldn't play a chosen forever. It is why he didn't bother to lie. Aiden nodded at the introduction. A faint sweet scent of hot cinnamon seemed to linger in the air around them. As if Aiden had cinnamon scented cologne. "A pleasure, Bardock, I'm glad we could meet."

Aiden's eyes widened some as he nodded, listening to Bardock explain what happened to his world. "That's horrible, are you okay? That had to be hard?" He seemed very concerned, as he was. It was no act, that sounded worse than most things he's heard here or back home.

[ssbardock]

The Saiyan frowned "Considering I had to fight Frieza by myself and take out 10,000 of his best men, it wasn'tfun. Most of my race mocked me when I told them he was coming to wipe us out. I don't feel much sympathy for them. But they are my race."

"I lost just about everything I loved except my youngest son, Kakkarot." He looked a little sad which he turned.

Bardock looked like hell mostly with parts of his armor chipped off "I was lucky to survive barely. I thought i was a goner by Frieza's death ball."

Bardock's frown was cold and yet he was talking about his past like it meant little to him. "Frieza, I'll make him pay. Someday."

But the scent of cinnamon hit his nose hard. Something about that made him stop to look up as to what was bothering his nose. "What's that scent?"

[cinnamonspice]

Aiden's tired brown eyes widened a bit as Bardock went on to explain what happened. "Wow, man, that sucks. Glad you saved your kid, though. Family's important, after all." He nodded while Bardock explained on.

"Dude, absolutely, this Frieza guy needs his ass kicked for sure. That's genocide. I hope you get him." Because, a whole planet? That guy sounded too dangerous. Aiden could easily see how much it bothered the other. He felt bad, but what could he do but offer his sympathies.

He blinked a bit when the question was asked. "Oh, that's probably me. Never knew why, but I've always smelled like this. Better than a garbage smell or B.O. if you asked me. Would have made my school yard days hell for sure."