[PS] Bar/Theatre/Arcade

[Retane]

"We are not the same, Me and you, Retane." Enroshia sat with his legs crossed, his head hung low. His voice was unsteady with what seemed to be a mixture of sadness, pain, and anger. The emerald mercenary looked from the sky towards the long white haired ally. The two had crossed planes, into a whole different universe, and the slug was cautious of the new enviroment. He was unsure about the elvish warrior's intentions and hadn't come to fully trust him. Letting out a heavy breath, the alien turned to acknowledge the back of his accomplace.

"You are evil and wicked, heartless even", continued the distraught warrior. " You kill without a second thought, those you let survive after confration are either cause their weakness bores you, you want them to suffer, or you have to. I kill only to protect or I have to. Rogues and mercenaries we bothmay be called, but different we truly are. I am what I am by force and treachery and betrayal. You choose to do this freely. You are different from your main race, but so are others. You do not see them all killing relentlessly without heart like yourself. I, myself do not kill unless I must or see it needed for my situation."

The jade fighter showed no retaliation to the remark as he knew it was true. He had he reasons for such a thing and cared not for another's feelings on how he handled his own business. He was alive so he had to be doing something right. Even the after life had incorporated him into their dealings. Heaven and Hell both had recruited him together to kill and save. It was those of that plane that Enroshia worked for unwillingly and te mercenary had begun to understand that he hated it.

Never had he cared about what others thought. He had no plans to do it now.

"But the excitement and yearn for adventure, we have in common", added the warrior as he rose and turned to look at the green humanoid slug.

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The mercenary walked quietly into the crowded tavern and removed his mask, squinting as he forced his sight to become aquanited with the dim lit room. His eyes darted to and fro, looking for a familiar face or anything that could gain his interest. His first glance proved useless, as he only found the usual events going on. He did note that the place was quite larger then a typical bar but understood that there would probably be need for such excessive room.

The emerald renegade placed his mask about his belt and stalked onward, scouting the area out as he went. He recognized no faces of last years event or of Conquest and pondered the question of 'How many people actually repeated the events?' He paused for a moment only to buckle as something collided with the back of his legs. The rogue turned around, ready to strike only to catch the glimpse of a small boy.

The two stared eye to eye for a moment before the namekian snarled, "Watch it kid."

"Kid?" Mumbled the half saiyan knowing it wasnt his fault that the taller figure had stopped abruptly. "I bet I could show you a thing or two."

Retane looked at the young boy, not knowing what to think. He had seen stronf younglings before but had no real issue with them in a fight and thought about a fight for a moment. He could end the young bouys life quickly or perhaps have a challenge and learn a bit more. He had an excuse if the kid couldn't stand a simple wave blast so perhaps he might do so. His body needed the refreshment anyways.

"Want to prove..." The mercenary stopped for a moment. His eyes caught sight of the one that had beaten him last year. His hand immedeatley reachedfor the Card of Destiny upon his belt. He paused for a moment, knowing he couldn't kill the human known as Obilu so bluntly at the time. The female with him looked familiar but younger. Perhaps the cyan haired woman and Bulma were related?

The mercenary pushed past the boy and moved onward in the direction of the two. His lust for vengance boiling.