East city was probably the only city May avoided as much as the north, the western and southern continents were generally more to her liking. Though, there were plenty of things that caused her to need to travel. A home in West City was in her line of sight but she came here for emotional reasons. It was just outside of East City, where she had last trained with her father, where she had killed him. She was growing stronger, wiser to the power that was inside of her. Maycair chose to killer father, she came to terms with that, but she did not remember it until well she had learned to wrestle the beast inside of her. The strange sentiment had brought here here, mostly just to process.

Thankfully unlike her last time wandering she made sure not to go in the dark alley. She wasn’t going to run into any shady strangers but, just her like, one happened to be running towards her. A man, rather weak it seemed was rushing with something. He didn’t see Maycair, it was easy to look over the short hybrid but, she was a powerful shortstop. With the full brunt of her weight Maycair would roll into him. The folding feeling of his bones was a terrible origami, an art of contortion she wasn’t happy to be apart of. “OOh only meant to stop you, maybe you shouldn’t go stealing?”

“Augh who the hell rolls into someone’s knees what are you a monster? Blue freak you broke one of my legs!” The criminal had screamed at her. May didn’t wanna be the bad guy, so it was a good thing he was. “Well, maybe you really should’ve watched where you were going, I was just trying to protect myself. I can make the other leg match though if you have an issue?” She would say, skipping over to him, raising her above his left leg. She wouldn’t flex her power, she wasn’t a bully, she was even being dampened right now. Still, sometimes people needed a lesson.

“So, do you want me to do this quickly or are we gonna behave? I’m sure the person you took that from would be happy to see you here maybe I could find them and bring them to you. I’d say don’t go anywhere, but I don’t think you have a choice, unless you got somewhere better to be?” May thought she was funny, though the groans she got in turn made her think he didn’t agree. Though, it sounded, or felt as if someone a little stronger was on their way. He wasn’t sure, hopefully it was the man’s poor victim. She didn’t feel like getting into fights. Looking down she would smile again, offering him some options. “So, you wanna give them their money back or should I let them take it. I’ve found its nice to give gifts when making new friends so I think I’ll do that.”

She couldn’t see them just yet, but May would speak up. “Hey, sorry to get in your way, but I think I found something that is yours, lost thief, carrying a wallet. I felt like being a Good Samaritan, wanted to stick around and make sure you got your property.”

Wearing Heavy weighted clothes, 50% gains increase
PL:16,770/50% = 8,385
WC: 546

“The names Maycair, nice to meet you, he looked like he was a in a rush and just what do you know the wallet he dropped looked nothing like him. I didn’t think he had plastic surgery so it was good you weren’t far behind.” May joked a little, she was in a good mood today now. This wasn’t exactly the peachiest of places to be in so she was surprised that a swell mood could be attained. Could’ve been a bit of mania but seemed a little selfish to think of her mental health. Getting out of her head for just a moment Maycair would speak up again. “I’d love to know your name, and this place.”

After a moment of thinking Maycair would continue to talk, Anxiety setting in. “Sorry if that was strange I just meant its only polite and that I’m just lost. I kinda know my way around the place but I haven’t been back here in a decade now. Things seem to change all around when you’re away from a place for too long, I’ve seen most of the world at this point but I’ve done what I could running away from my memories. Not as hard as this guy was running away from you amirite?” Why was she doing this, why was she even still talking it was straight embarrassing at this point. That was Mania, if she didn’t put a lid on it then soon the Hybrid would start talking to herself.

Backing off for a bit she centered herself, calming down, looking up at the much larger man. He didn’t seem very strong, stronger than most humans she ran into for sure. He was strong enough to hurt the man on the floor. Oh he probably wanted to get some revenge. She didn’t want to say more at this point, in the worry of looking even more like a weirdo. Now she would oh so smoothly slide over, ushering for him to have a moment with the fallen thief. Though, she was not nearly as smooth as she thought.

WC: 348
Total: 894

“Well very nice to meet, you Derrick, it was no problem at all I am very happy to help. North city isn’t all that bad but I’m more used to warmer places. Still I appreciate the directions, glad I’m not very busy today.” May was glad to be of help, more recently it had been easier to socialize. This was an upward trend, hopefully the ride wouldn’t crash down from poor decision making. Derrick had gotten the man that he wanted and May had a better sense of where to go. Still it didn’t feel right to just head out on her own. They could have certainly gone about their own lives. Something deep tugged at her, maybe it was fate, her own intuition or the fact that he was verbally inviting her along to join him.

This was all May was going to be doing for the day, going for a walk, searching for a fine meal, maybe talking to more random strangers if they were kind enough. This did sound like a more satisfying option, plus there was the chance she’d be able to make a companion. With a chipper smile she skipped over to the larger man. She wondered if he had any awareness of her strength. He was just glad to not be treated like a monster. With a fanged smile she replied. “I think that sounds like a lovely idea. I’m sure a walk to the station would be much more fun with a companion. I’m not so sure how happy they would be to see me though. I’m not exactly wanted but often I’m made out to be a random thug. They don’t even think I commit the cool crimes, just random assault. Though I guess his condition isn’t the argument for my case.”

With a slight glance at the injured man she looked up again. It was strange that he was being nice, she wasn’t full demon or saiyan but if anyone guess either or generally it wasn’t an easy experience. May didn’t like to advertise it, especially the saiyan side. Curiosity had over won fear at this point. May had to have answers. So looking up once more at the towering Derrick she would question. “I will say it’s curious to see someone, who I assume is human, to show kindness towards me. Even when being helpful people don’t show kindness for creatures they don’t understand. If you haven’t noticed I’m not exactly a normal creature. Everyone thinks I’m an alien, they’re not wrong to a degree but I’m not that easy to explain. Sorry I don’t mean to put this one you, its just nice to have someone to talk to.”

It was a bit embarrassing to start sharing with a stranger but, it was worse to hold it in all the time. The pain was leaking out. If her current training hadn’t started just recently she would have even more issues containing her cool. As smooth as she was trying to be, the memory, the ghost of Hunni Due Malone was beginning to eat at her. He was gone, it was her fault but it was for the better. It was sickening to have to feel proud about killing one’s father.


wc: 541+894= 1,435

"Those are words I wish more people took to heart, I might have had kinder experiences in my youth. I may look young with my stature but I'm more than old enough to know the soft pang of pain well past but not forgotten." Sorrow lingered on her tongue for but a moment. It was not the time for such sad thoughts, with the creeping wave of worry the only cure was the embrace of the good. She was making a new friend, if there was any time for that talkative nervous nature to peak its' head, that time would be now. "I was born to a saiyan and demon pairing, they raised me to be a weapon, their weapon but I chose my own path. This was the last place I saw my father before fighting him off for my independence. There's a lingering, a phantom I can't seem to escape, but the more I see this place has changed the lighter makes my lungs."

May tried to explain a bit of her situation, so he could understand why she would appreciate his open-mindedness. A slight giggle would follow. "You know I think my most recent employer would agree with that sentiment of yours on work. He seems to value what helps bring in the buck and keeps everything safe, stable, and functioning in its' place. I've never found my work directed, I know I'm looking for places to belong still. Might pick up a second job if I need to, mostly a joke, But everything I've done has been a fight, so the only thing I understand is giving everything my all. I agree it is the effort that people put in that decides how the day should fall."

As a small response before they reached the station, May would chime with a bit of a smile "Oh you're a business owner? that's pretty neat I seem to be meeting all kinds of folks these days."

That smile would be a bit faded when they reached the station. Most of the time the officials weren't too helpful, officers often thought May was a lost child or a monster. For once, someone was on her side to talk to the police, so hopefully this time it would go a bit better. She wasn't here for credit, she was just trying to do what seemed like the right thing at that moment.

After being spoken to she became flustered for a moment, rushing to gain control as pink passion pressed at her cheeks. The feeling was easy to see in her blue face, but May still gave her best response. "Y-yes officer! I saw him fleeing the scene with the wallet, he tried to attack me after we bumped into each other, and I did my best to defend myself and keep him at bay till the owner arrived. I was glad to help this gentleman, but we thought it only proper to bring him to you. I wasn't looking to be a vigilante." It was the honest truth, mostly, especially the vigilante part.

WC: 514+1435=1,949

May thought about it for a bit, he wasn't wrong exactly. Well in the way that sometimes these poor circumstances were for the best. She wasn't really a believer in fate, but life did seem to have a funny way of making plans. Plans that were unfortunate, downright dismal if she was, to be honest to herself. There was always the chance, that fate could be many different multitudes of cruel. Living, and playing with the hand you were given was important. Maycair was certainly dealt an extra shitty hand, just made it more impressive when her skill set would shine through. If roughhousing could be considered a skill that was, then it could be a career path.

It was only a bit of jesting, small posturing, still, the proposition of extra cash was promising. The wallet on her hip was a little light, she would be the most reliable traveling around so long though. It was a bit of an enigma, problem solving was never her strong suit as a kid, which was really coming back to bite. "Well I could use the extra cash, plus providing some protection is within my skill set. I have to travel for my other job now and then, but I can get between here and there within a few hours of flying." Why did she make promises?? There was always the chance that things could go awry. May was lonely though, any sort of companionship even hired was a godsend.

Pathetic thoughts aside, they would get their payment rather quickly. The officer took no delay in getting them vouchers, being a bounty hunter could be pretty cool if it paid this much as well. It was rather polite for him to split it since they both turned him in, but it seemed Derrick would have none of it. Could've been feelings of guilt or genuine gratitude, didn't make it any easier for May to take the money. "I'm not sure if I can take all of this, it doesn't feel right, all I did was get in the way at the right time. I can hold my own, I'd still love to work for you but I can't be so dishonest as to take this money all for myself." She really did have a bizarre set of morals. It wasn't stealing that was an issue, but honesty was important amongst friends.

"I'm already willing to take your offer up on work, so I don't need to take this money which is meant to be shared. I should be more than able to get on with the wages I earn. As long as I have a conversation, a way to vent out this energy, and a fine meal I should always be set to go!" May tried saying with a bit of optimism. It was hard to try and stay chipper, especially in this city but Derrick seemed like a good individual. Did she really have the best radar for making friends?

"Well" she would continue "with that, do you have more business to attend to today? Anything else I can properly help you with. I was thinking about acquiring myself lunch. Do you care to join? Sorry if that's too forward, I just don't know anyone in the city, I've been told that meals are often better enjoyed with company!" Was she really one to say on that either? No one had shared a meal with Maycair in over a decade. It was disheartening, there would be no good in dwelling on such negative thoughts. It was just so embarrassing, so mind-racking to try and get out of her comfort zone. Having a single friend, or just two, even if they were her bosses, was good enough. One could only spend so much of their life in isolation, it was poison. A poison that was breaking her down further with each passing day, she wanted to take the anti-venom, tthe cure to this social anxiety.

WC: 660+1,949=2,609

"Thank you, I'll definitely take your offer when I'm in town, or around, I think this could be the start of a beautiful friendship!" May couldn't believe she just said that. Actually referred to someone or something as a friendship, no it was more appropriate to say it was a partnership. "Well, as friendly as a boss and bodyguard can be, though the more I do know the more I can protect you." Nice backpedal, now she wouldn't seem like so much of a creep. That was the perspective Maycair held, the petite devilish woman probably seemed like a gremlin to most.

"I can take half, as long as its' a fair split." she would say, knowing it was always better to compromise. "I tend to end up having to do this as my main source of income, so if anyone comes after you and I take them down in service of you I'm more than happy for some of those funds to be allocated towards your operations as extra income. Not sure if that would be useful to your line of work but I've often found extra money is pretty useful either way." May was using it as a chance to provide some more reasons why she could be a valuable asset. It was gathered skill after being alone for so long, when people want you around it's good to provide pros for why they want you.

The true enigma of the day, would not be how to get through the tide of the day, nay it was to find some scrumptious snacks. May rattled her brain, ideas rolling around, falling like dice. The chance of choice was always random when you don't remember a place very well. It had been years since she last wandered the streets of East City, but diner diving was always her favorite hobby. There had to be at least one old spot sitting in the back of her mind, it was a true mental workout. A burger joint? No, she knew WonderBurger had closed down, that was the only place worth going to in terms of burgers. Then, like a strike of lightning, an idea would hit her.

"You know, I think I have the perfect spot in mind, just near the city center there is this wonderful small ramen stall. It's very personal, lowkey and the food is too die for. They have some great appetizers like gyoza, or yakiniku surprisingly to grill, the ramen is generally done pretty quick though. If you're up for I think you'll have your taste buds blown out of the water!" She couldn't believe she forgot about Yukimori Ramen, that was her one comfort as a child. Maybe this town wasn't all bad memories even if her home life was atrocious.

WC: 466
TWC: 3,075

"Allow me to lead the way, It shouldn't be a far walk from her from my estimation. It goes by the name of Yukimori Ramen, it should be closer to the city's heart. They might have remodeled a bit so the place probably has a differing aesthetic to my memory. If it still holds up the place should have blue and white banners depicting trees covered in snow. The family lived in the snow mountains, having taken their names from it. A lot of the things they used to have a hearty lifestyle are transferred as ingredients that will provide a meal that is rewarding in flavor and nutrients. They would say it gave you the smile and strength to conquer any day. The only reason I know all this is because they would often mention it to me. While I was a young kid they were one of the few people that tolerated me. I wouldn't go far as to say they were nice most of the time, but they let me spend my money and linger around longer than I should of. It shows care in their own way of appreciation, they often yelled I scared away customers."

May thought about it, sometimes the things she heard from them were harsh. Despite that, she was never banned or forcibly removed from the property. People were confusing their words and feelings often didn't match, that wasn't right in her eyes. Most of those occasions lead to emotional damage for May. She needed to learn to navigate this world, to understand people better. That was the motivation behind it all. May wanted companionship, everything came with a cost, for her it was the pain of failure, of failed connections tearing her apart. The best way to grow was to face fears one on one, staring down the beast until it cowered.

"See the road up there, the one that leads behind the wall. From what I remember we cut around there and continue for five minutes. After enough time has passed we should be at an intersection leading to the commercial and residential districts. At that cross that's where we'll find the stand. It's a great location at night between traveling folks. Around this time in the evening, they should just be opening up. The meat will be finished roasted, the toppings still nice and fresh, should give us the perfect bowl in my opinion." May was hoping to start a conversation, or rather maybe have something for them to connect on. Maycair was also just excited about the food. There was a good chance the day's earnings would be spent on a miniature feast at the stand. There was a chance they might be annoyed, but at the end of the day they'd appreciate the generous spending she'd make.

WC: 463
TWC: 3,538