"And that's the last of them!"
Casca dusted her hands off as she finished unpacking the last of the cargo truck. Under her moniker Flare, she would sometimes carry out day-to-day jobs in order to keep a low profile and have a sufficient record should Earthling enforcers ever start sniffing around for more threats since the last attack. her very human look made the task easy, all she had to do was not wear her armor and she fit right in.

"Thanks for the trouble, Miss Flare."
The one elder who was helping them unload foodstuffs was gracious at least. It'd almost catch her off guard as she figured she was just doing menial labor. Didn't most people not give a crap about these workers?

"Yeah, no problem. Stay safe."
The older gentleman took the last sack of grain into their storage and thanked the woman before leaving, the fiery lass returning a wave before stepping over to the driver's side. Casca tapped the side with a finger knuckle. The guy she was working for was already buckling up, waiting for the girl to climb back in the passenger side so they could go. "That's it for me."

"What? Dontcha want a ride back to town?"
She had no need to head back, not only did she not need to be there to be paid it was her last stop of the day with this human.

"No, thanks. I'm fine walking. You go ahead. I expect the same pay regardless."
The chubby coworker peered down at her for a moment with a little frown. Unorthodox, but if she wanted to just walk off so be it. He'd shrug and lean back in his seat. Shifting the truck into gear before taking off.

"Suite yourself!"
With him gone and no further obligations to any of these little worms, the girl would dart off. Back towards the bamboo forest where she came from. It would have been a rather typical jog back to her supplies when a sudden burst of energy came from eep within. Was that... an attack pod coming down straight into the forest? The faux saiyan had to stop herself a moment with a squint past the brush to see all the smoke raising.

'Are you serious? Just, blatantly out here?'
With now nearby that was, her inner monologue shot off at the possibility she'd probably be the best bet if one of her people happened to crashland or something approximating that. And though she couldn't sense who's energy was coming from that pod she could sense it was more than what Humans usually put up. So without more deliberation, she hopped on over. Weaving past bamboo to get close to the big crater these pods left in the earth.

What she found past the deep smoke was not what she was expecting. Majin was a rare specimen, extremely dangerous. She stepped over to the crater's edge and cautiously looked down at the purple being and her wrecked ship. She'd be smart to continue playing into her disguise with unknowns like this.

"Hey! You good down there?"

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"Heh."
Casca watched this creature look over at her with a dazed look. Whatever that pod was made of clearly wasn't made to be smashing into planets like a proper Saiyan pod. The exotic clothing also didn't tell her much about where this Majin came from other than NOT here. And judging by the way she struggled and questioned where she was, this wasn't some intentional landing. Normally she wouldn't care to help strangers like this but it did make her look bad if she didn't try.

"Hey!"
The young human would quickly step over to catch the Majin, arm wrapped around the back before she could hit the ground and roll down the crater from impact. There was a practiced fluidity in her motion. Not to mention the strength behind it. "The crash must have scrambled you to hell and back. Let's get you onto the grass proper." Being helping Susan for once, Casca would opt to lift the Majin with her own flight. Carrying her by the waist with the other hand. It would be a quick drop over to the side of the crater where the bamboo started to thicken in density, letting the purple woman down as careful as she could manage.

"Sit your ass down. If you didn't know, this is Earth. Name's Flare, and you're lucky that dinky thing you call a ship over there didn't land on someone's house."
Once settled in, the dark lady would straighten back up and cross her arms. "By the way you're acting about all this, it looks like someone shoved you inside. Curious. Got a concussion? Anything affecting memory, however that works for you Majin." Amnesia wouldn't be the first thing she jumped to. Temporary dazing came with a block and fuzzy memories. Casca calls back to the basic training of failed pod landings and crouched a bit closer to them. This one felt a bit strong for Casca but she wasn't concerned by a little discrepancy like that.

"Know your name at least? The last thing you did this morning? Anything like that?"
Trying to ring that metaphorical bell. 'Traveling for so long' could mean a lot of things, even if it meant she had to stare at the outside of space. But any answer was better than failing to remember anything.

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Thanks, huh?

Casca never thought of the glancing looks as much more than admiring one's strength than anything. And she got plenty of those back home, even from the ones you'd think hate her for her being. This Majin was a curveball though. Having just met and in a daze, she'd have no real sense for the faux saiyan's character beyond her helping hand here. And she was hardly THAT strong, nothing physical like a fight had occurred to test her mettle either. The girl would catch her looking though, smirking down at her and throwing a wink up at Moire before sitting her down. Listening as the Majin tried recalling what had gone down.

After a few general nods, the girl stood back up and stared at this magic prison, as she called it. Once the smoke cleared it probably wouldn't be a bad idea to check it out. Perhaps without the Majin knowing if that was an option.

"Gotcha. Hmm. Well, how WOULD a Majin lose their memory, Moire? Might help if I knew just what you were beyond a name and face." As for the date, she didn't really want to believe beings could just casually be trapped for over a hundred years and still come out as well-formed as this one. She turned back to Moire, hands falling to her hips as she sized her up.

"No wonder you can't stand on your own. Over a hundred years off, ma'am. It's 980. I'd be pissed if I had plans myself."
But she wasn't the one lost in time. "Pissed enough to go after whoever put me in that little pod." She paused for a moment and frowned. Not at Moire, directly, but just in thought as she mindlessly pondered why someone would think it was a smart idea to trap a being like a Majin in what was basically a time capsule, to be sent somewhere to do whatever it wanted.

"Closest town is a couple of miles out. I was headed there if you need help. Don't think many others will take as kindly to you or just send some ambulance over to pick you up and force you through a whole process."
She offered. Might as well, and who knows, an amnesiac could prove useful if she went along with it. "Or you could wait out here and move out on your own. Never know when the next opportunists come around to try snatching up lost women in the woods."

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"Yeah, whole ass century."

That was a whole lot of nonsense Casca didn't know the first thing about. Pure Magical beings? And something that sapped power couldn't last so long unless it was just as weird and out there as that was. And why did said magic form into a body like that? Quirky as hell, this woman. Was steaming mad to the point of literally blowing hot air like some teapot. Desperate and angry as she was at the thought of ages passing her, she couldn't force herself back up without threatening another fall.

"You were saying? Haha, come here."
She spoke back up as the majin fell a last time. Stubborn as they came, Casca would eventually come over and pull Moire up with a hand. Waiting a moment to see if the woman's daze had come and gone before sighing and bending over. Helping her stand against the bamboo for a moment before effortlessly sweeping the girl off her feet. Cradling her between both arms. There was little cause for concern when she could lift entire buildings if she needed. A simple person being held wasn't going to wear her out.

"Nope, but I can carry you out if you want. Just like carrying the groceries." She'd pause a moment for any objections before wiggling her brow and hopping away from the crater in one bound. She wasn't kidding when she said the next town would be out for a while. Casca walked the pair back to the dirt road and started down it again with the Majin in tow.

"So you said you were a magical being. You do some magic tricks for a living or what?"
She'd bring up mid-pace, the fiery lass looking back over at the Majin. "- Or is your lot of magic more destructive? Can't imagine a proud woman such as yourself goes around trying to impress toddlers with your powers." Nothing in the forest seemed to dare come close to the roads or these powers as they walked, leaving the atmosphere empty and void of most background noise outside the sparse truck heard in the distance here and there.

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Casca didn't seem nearly as bothered by how forwards she must look to the Majin. Clearly enjoying herself and feeling needed, even to a being to who she held little loyalty. She would not sugarcoat her thoughts as much as the Amnesiac would; Moire was beautiful, almost dangerously so, like it were some trap devised by the Galaxy to pull her into something. It was maybe part of the reason, outside of keeping the face up as an Earthling, that she was being courteous to her. Holding her tight with little to no objection.

Meanwhile, Moire was shy. Not even looking at her for a while until popped the question. Eliciting the right response she wanted out of the Majin and looking down to chuckle at her. It was fun messing with people who had to deal with you, and the offense she took over and over again to how bluntly or rude the faux saiyan proposed questions put a little smirk on her face. The stop was worth it just to talk with someone not human on this planet.

"Huh, that's neat."
Definitely more advanced than her simple hellfire, at least for now. Conjuring items out of nowhere and electricity at one's fingertips. Casca trained hard, and that did include making sure she could hone what she did know. Hands full, it'd be a little difficult to demonstrate in from of the Majin. "But yeah, probably right. If you can't help your legs then drawing too much from that magic probably won't do you much favors." She only understood how her own worked... But maybe it was similar enough that she could relate. Still wanting to show off, the redhead would concentrate for a moment. Relaxing her abdomen which the orb Moire held sunk back a little again.

Closing her eyes, a small whip of flame would spring up in front of the pair. Starting out as no longer than a string, it soon grew and twirled in the ambient air. Simple finger gestures as she carried Moire would suffice in a little light show as they walked. A big smirk plastered on her face as the work is much more refined than her usual combative application.

"I can do some things with flame. It's not often I get to show people. It's kinda rare here. Don't know if I can make ANYTHING like that orb there, but I'm pretty good at this."
The flame would move and wiggle about. Mimicking a wavelength, a slithering snake, and a few other motions before fizzling out. Its small size meant there was very little trouble snuffing it out once she let it go like this. "Never tried making anything else, actually. Now that I think about it." She looked back down at the Majin and tilted her head a little. Squinting in thought.

"Say, that could be a way you repay me for all this hard work. Get you a bed to rest in and carry you to said bed, maybe teach me how you do the more general stuff. If that can be done."

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'Whoa.'
Internal dialogue as she was busy focusing. Casca's built. Even the light touch from the back would feel the tense muscles of her abs trying to relax as she did her own magic. She didn't notice it much instantly, but a shiver was sent through her body after a second or so. The flame she was using to demonstrate disrupted a moment by the strange sensation of touch before she could put it out. Her straight attitude falters for a moment as she thinks about that light touch. Eventually shaking her head and blinking herself back to the path.

Then the actual reactions he was hoping for started pouring out of the Majin like an excited fanatic. Those crimsons turned back down to her with a simultaneous looking of bewilderment and a smug grin. Eyebrows raised at the rather assuming asks.

"Hah. No mentor here. All natural. I'm not exactly JUST human after all."
She did good to keep her real feelings about that down while she was Flare. "As easily as I breathe air, the flames came to me and I've only gotten stronger from them. Give me a few guesses from what heritage." She'd posit in return to entertain the pair, adjusting her grip underneath the lady a moment as their walking came to a fork. Cassca took a right at the head, knowing just where to go to bypass the longer trail. It would, in turn, cost them a paved road. This path would slowly give way to simple padded dirt and sparse footstep. Luckily, she wasn't really needing to take the winding road with the truck this time.

Moire definitely needed some rest. She read more into the faux saiyan's suggestion than she probably intended, and while cute, she only met the creature. It would be fun to tease her about it while she was so out of commission. Casca whistled and shrugged her shoulders.

"Hey, normally I wouldn't argue. HOWEVER-"
She insinuated with a cheeky grin, prying her gaze away for a moment to look onward. A few bamboo shoots taking up room on this path now. "- I'm not here to take advantage of some woman lost in her mind. You need a PROPER rest. And I have a little room I paid for the weekend out here while I worked. Lucky you." For some of these trail-blocking bamboo, Casca would raise a leg to kick the top, much shorter a shoot than the actual dense brush, up and away. Leaving only a small broken piece in its place.

"Ehh, someone else will fix that for real."
In the far distance as they walked, the distant sounds of vehicles and general traffic picked up. Yet they could not see any such infrastructure just yet from the woods.

"You guys drink water, right? Eat? Gotta ask so I can grab some as we head in."
Hey, she didn't know Majin didn't have a proper headcases for concussions. This was a completely honest question from her.

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"Mmm..."
Casca held her tongue while the Majin gave it to her best. Not giving away anything in body language as to where she actually landed. Funny how she'd assume Saiyan of all things at one moment, but alas, only in name. Plus it'd be an awkward cover to blow if she just brought that up. No, in time, if she saw this Majin useful in some capacity her real Saiyan given name could be revealed. She wouldn't lie about her heritage at least, stumbling onto Demon after a few tries. Casca gave Moire a few moments to perhaps second-guess herself before smiling.

"Well, you just met one that's not very connected to that demon side. Sorry to disappoint."
Casca figured the memories were just coming back properly with how she seemed surprised by herself, even momentarily. "BUT, yes. Demonfire, as I've heard it called. I'm sure I could do other tricks if I had an idea where to start though." And while she couldn't say she always wanted to meet a Majin in person, she wouldn't complain about having a looker around for a while.

They'd push past the least dense part of the bamboo forest, a clearing seen up in the distance with some sort of gathering heard ahead. A few cars, the cacophony of humans speaking. Where they were coming from town-side was more an old hunting trail so they'd be walking by a country club on their way further into town where she rest. Shouldering some of these last branches past the two of them, daylight would greet them. On the outskirts now, she'd just have to walk around town carrying a purple lump of Majin with her. No doubt she'd get looks as soon as she started certain people.

"Sweets?"
The Majin explained themselves. No need for food or drink. A little weird, but if they were magic they certainly could just magic themselves up any sustenance anyways. A taste for sweets was made specific, causing Casca to raise her brows. All things considered, any of the options would probably cost her the same across the board. "Sure. I can grab some for you after I get you settled in. Shouldn't be a hard ask, not like they cost an absurd amount of Zeni." Despite Moire's light protesting, Casca would insist on this. Even considering it may be part of recovery or whatever the woman needed at this point beyond rest. Maybe it fueled them or whatever.

A few guys would whistle over at the pair as she pass the country club and stepped properly onto a sidewalk. She was going to ignore them at first, but another one shouted from the faux porch of the wooden country club building.

"HEY! You purty ladies stayin' fer awhile?"
Moire would be shaken for a second by Casca's sudden stop. There were a lot of things to consider right then, but to avoid any conflict while the Majin was here and while she was known to be staying in town she'd loudly scoff before turning on her feet. Facing them long enough to glare at the gents looking them over before smiling. The deflection was in order rather than escalation.

"Long enough to kick your asses for asking."
She warned, starting to walk backward with the Majin in tow before spinning back around to forward face the way she walked. Surprisingly, even with the strange center of balance, Casca did all of these without risk of falling or losing her grip on Moire. Even repositioning her hands to make the movement less awkward for the purple lass. With no further distractions, they'd broach the main town streets.
...
The place was small, as described, so there wasn't that much in terms of traffic. Town center was within spitting distance of them arriving, as was this L-shaped Motel that Casca spun around towards.

"You got a preference for sweets or will any do?"
The fiery lass casually brought up as she pushed herself into an almost vacant lot in front of the building.

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