(Outside)
Descending from the sky faster than a speeding bullet, the small pod containing the alien traveler came to a stop just three feet off of the ground. Lurching when its momentum ceased, causing a cloud of dust to rise off of the pavement leading from the front gates to the steps of Hercule Satan's mansion, the sphere then began to unfold.
Just like wrapping paper, the metal bits pulled away and gently deposited its passenger onto the floor while it retreated into her back, disappearing seamlessly like wings on a beetle. With her fiery orange hair waving behind her, Kana took a moment to scan her surroundings, including the building in front of her and the walls surrounding the property.
Recognizing it from the pictures as well as the name 'Satan' stretched out atop its roof, the young girl then strolled forward. Heading down the path and across the palm tree dotted garden, she ascended the steps of the enormous mansion and stopped at the front door.
Having learned from her previous entry into a property on this planet that it was impolite to come crashing through a person's roof to speak with them, Kana adjusted her approach and instead went for the front, as it was customary on earth. Taking a deep breath, she reached up and gently rapped against the door, before lowering her hand and waiting patiently for an answer. Her glowing form drank in the sun's energy hanging high above, which she spared a momentary glance towards until the sound of approaching footsteps beyond the barrier drew her gaze forward once again.
The door opened shortly afterwards to reveal an old man with grey hair, a mustache, thin glasses, and wearing a black and white tailed suit with a handkerchief slipped into the breast pocket, standing before the celestial visitor. The butler of the house spotted the visitor immediately; glancing down at her while she craned her neck to face him, since he stood a head and a half taller than her.
"Yes?" the man spoke with an upward inflection.
"Excuse me. Is this the home of the one they call Hercule Satan; the current World Martial Arts Champion and the man that is regarded as the most powerful fighter on earth?"
The butler didn't even flinch, merely taking in the sight of the strangely dressed yet stunning young girl standing on their doorstep. "Yes. It is. To who is it that I am speaking?"
A smile appearing once again, the woman bowed to the household worker, "My name is Kana; I am a part-time privateer and freelancer for the Planet Trade Organization of the Four Quadrants of Space. I have journeyed far from the core systems of the universe seeking a world that has been completely terraformed to suit a variety of flora and fauna. As such, I have come to Satan City to treat with the great Hercule Satan in order to discuss rights and ownership over this world you call Earth." Same introduction as before, only she'd tweaked it a little.
Blinking, the butler stood at the door staring down at the smiling girl with the fiery locks for a good long minute of silence. Watching her hair wave behind her like a giant flame at the end of a candle, the man then looked over his shoulder and then back at the girl, before nodding to her in acknowledgement.
"Could you wait a moment, please?"
Kana nodded, "Of course."
The butler than promptly closed the door, leaving the girl standing there in silence and staring at the wooden barrier with an eager smile on her face.
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The butler quietly and languidly made his way into the house via the great hall, hands behind his back and an unchanging expression in play. Turning right, he headed through the front lounge, decorated in all of the embellishments and commemorations awarded to the owner of the house, before then making his way into a secondary living space beyond that. Passing through several more rooms and another corridor along the way, the butler then stepped into what could only be described as a king's chamber.
Sweeping and expansive, with all the wealth and splendor you would expect from a person of high social standing, the room was warm and spacious. It had half a dozen small podiums set up along the walls with statues, all of which were dressed in the many uniforms Hercule Satan had worn over the years to his various competitions. The chamber also had paintings hung up along the walls with shelves of books stacked to one side and DVDs on the other, and a massive cinema screen TV setup above a superb surround sound system. To put it simply, it was decorated just as, if not more lavishly than all the other rooms put together.
Ignoring all of the trappings and ornaments surrounding him, the butler made a B-line straight for the owner of the establishment lying across the center couch. Coming to a stop beside it, hands behind his back and his game face on, the butler then waited patiently, listening to the large fighter's snickering as he perused through the girl magazine in his grip. It took several seconds of just standing there before the afro man in the bathrobe and slippers finally recognized the presence of his butler and addressed him.
"What is it, Alfred?"
"It's Jenkins, sir," the servant of the house replied stoically.
"Oh, yes, Jenkins. Sorry about that," Hercule cleared his throat, while not bothering to turn away from his article, "What's up?"
The butler was unfazed, "There's a girl at the front door asking for you, sir."
"Is it one of Videl's friends?" Hercule asked.
"No, sir."
"Is it somebody from the tabloids? If it is, tell them I'm busy." His expression twisting into one reflecting annoyance, the martial artist mumbled about 'stupid reporters' and how they were always coming to call on him. If he wasn't such a people person he would have sent all of them packing on the first swing. "I'm not interested in speaking with any vultures at the moment."
"No, sir," Jenkins replied while straightening up, "It's a young woman named Kana from something called the Planet Trade Organization. She says she's come to challenge you to a fight for the right to own the earth." The man said it in a way that sounded like the stupidest thing ever. Despite how impressive the girl appeared, no matter how she could have said it, no one could ever hope to take that kind of statement seriously.
Hell, even the butler thought it was some kind of joke. He figured it was just some hotshot who dropped by to challenge Mr. Satan to a one-on-one behind closed doors like they sometimes did.
Immediately catching onto what his butler had said Hercule threw him a suspicious look, "Is she hot?"
"Yes, sir. She is quite striking, if a little bit on the young side."
"Oh-ho. So it's a fan-slash-admirer, huh?" Hercule exclaimed, tossing his magazine aside before leaping to his feet. Snickering, the man gripped the belt of his robe with both hands and strode past his servant. "Well then, I'd better go over there and say hello. After all, I wouldn't want the people to think that Mr. Satan is a horrible person who wouldn't spare a moment to speak with one of the good people of his hometown."
Jenkins watched the man leave with a confident hop in his step, expression and position unchanging even when Hercule disappeared round the bend. Needless to say, it was impossible to tell what the butler was thinking. Of course, being a servant of the household, it probably made sense that the man was being tolerable of his boss's antics.
"Of course, sir."