Post by Dantalion on May 13, 2017 16:16:27 GMT
A small stall sat in the corner of a little-ventured path. Few people travelled these weary roads, less battered and travelled, even less though did they purchase from it. A creature mired in black side, a black hand pressed against his chin as his thin fingers danced and dashed against his ethereal chin. “No customers today… No customers yesterday. I really should have forked over the extra money to get a better spot.” He thought back to the transaction, a single piece of paper presented to him, a single Multiform clone sitting directly across to officiate the documentation. Damn Beta was good at his job, he was like the Devil. Which was really him giving himself idle praise, struggling to realise that he had managed to rip himself off in the process. “Oh well. I suppose that is what you get when you make deals with tight asses.”His words were drawn out, vampiric like in mannerism yet not with that stupid emphasis on V’s. No, this was an older classic Vampire, his words malicious in nature, no matter how sombre they may sound, the menace was simply there and it detracted customers. It was frustrating as all hell, it was either he looked somewhat more human, their size and didn’t frighten them with his face, though in all fairness, he sorta lacked one in this form. Or he becomes a towering behemoth standing taller than most full grown men. He was not meant for business, but he was damned if he wasn’t going to try.
Time passed and a few people walked by, a single Arcosian female, or at least, he thought a female. Their chest was ever so slightly weightier than the other Arcosians he had come across, but with how Namek worked he dare not call her by any pronoun other than they. “Why, hello there, I see you have stumbled across my bakery of sorts. What can I get you today. Cinnamon Buns? Buns made of Cinnamon or… Won’t lie. That is all I got for sale.” He continued, trying to lull her into a purchase with his mentally practiced speech, yet fairly rarely put into motion. She… He… It pressed a finger against its chin, looking them over at the relatively cheap price of only a few zeni. “Trust me, ya won’t find better Cinnamon Buns anywhere else.” His face twisted with a long smile, teeth shown though never revealed. He could feel his features twist and morph, but there was one solemn problem he always forgot, he was completely ethereal.
Its brow cocked as they looked at the prices, ignoring his mannerisms which slightly irritated him. Damn this wench, why did she not treat him as a Demon? Because he wasn’t tall enough? His skin not marred red? Damnable wench…. FEAR ME GODDAMNIT! He thought to himself before snapping into reality, why would he want her to fear him, it wasn’t good for business but the way she brushed him off at the very least harmed his pride.
“Now… Are you sure you can’t lower the prices? I mean… I will spread word if ya give it ta little old me at a discount.” Her words attempted to coo him, trying to seduce what he suspected she suspected was the opposite sex. He didn’t bite, he looked around back and forth before looking with exacerbated confusion.
“Umm… If I cut them in half… Than you aren’t paying me anything.” He responded rather bluntly, the luminescent light shifting and changing, the only sign that his features changed. The woman pressed a single finger on her chin, flashing a wink at the Demon and manifesting a small love heart from her lips. He blinked three times in confusion.
“Oh… Well aren’t you just a clever young man. How about… Twenty Five percent off. Ya know, for little old me.” Her eyes fluttered, her attempts of seduction not going all too well, though she seemed determined to get her way.
“Look, I don’t know where you think this is going, but I am gonna have to charge you full price.” He continued, his hand waving over the cinnamon buns, a layer of steam rising up as he let loose enough Ki to heat them up. “Just out of the oven, only a Zeni each.” He continued, neither got anywhere, she was determine to get them free, and she determined to get them at nothing. She snuffed his bargain, instead puckering her lips and waving a hand across the stand, the cinnamon Buns tossed against the ground as she Snickered, Dantalion getting to his knees and trying to salvage what was left.
“Don’t think you can tell me what I can and Can’t have. I am Mazoku don’t you know. And we don’t take crap from anyone!” She yelled at him, grabbing the Metallic shape on his back and pulling him up, his hands losing grip on the Cinnamon buns as they fell into a small puddle of water. “But I am a generous woman. Maybe if you lick my boots I might just let you live.” She snickered, pressing him against the ground with as a look of sadism washed over her, her eyes flushed with rage as she pressed a heel ever so slightly deeper into his back. He resisted ever so slightly, trying not to start a scene as a few seconds passed by. He was tossed into a pile of garbage, slowly rising up as she darted in with a fist cocked back, punching him straight for the guy. Only for something to snap. She looked down, she heard the crack of bones but this mystic seemed to have other plans in mind. SHe jumped a little back, looking at her hand, blood dripping down as she scowled at the creature. “You little shit? You think you can stand against the Mazoku!? Huh? Do you!?” Her body jittered and jived, her plates twisting and morphing as she assumed her true form, a cackle from the bitchy witchy. No flash of light, simply the cocking of bone and shifting of skin as she grew a few feet in height and towering over Dantalion. “You think you can win mere commoner? In this form, I clock in at twenty thousand? Bend worm! Bend to my will!” She barked and screamed, giving him a few seconds before he tried to move over to his stall, ignoring the ranting madwoman.
God damnit… I just wanted to sell Cinnamon Buns and now I got some Jackass hollering and shouting at me. He groaned in his mind, her eye twitched with rage as she was being summarily ignored. He took a few steps over to his stall, sitting down before packing up, his cinnamon buns were ruined, he made no money from today and the only customer he got was clinically insane. Or at least, an insane nuisance.
Her eye twitched, Ki forming and coiling around her arm as she charged him, “Don’t you ignore a superior!” She barked, her fist striking directly next to Dantalions head as he deftly dodged. He was tired of this one. He reared a fist back, twisting for a second as she scowled spitting onto his ethereal face with a menace glee. “Gotcha welp.” Her tone was calm and calculated, as if she thought things had gone her way. It admittedly didn’t go Dantalion’s but it sure as hell wasn’t going her’s either. With a rattling snap his arm elongated, piercing through her soon to be corpse as her eyes widened in pain.
“Lady. I am trying to sell Cinnamon Buns and you are not making it easy.” His fingers spread out, rearing back as her body was pulled with him, “So if you don't mind. Just fuck off.” His tone somber and drawn out before being tossed overarm, his fingers pulling back in as she was tossed through the sky, a trail of blood flowing behind her as she cleaved through the air high above the buildings. “Good. Now I can get back to cleaning up this mess.” He groaned before spotting a single bag placed across from him, a brow raised as he mosied on over, opening it up to find a small pile of Zeni. And in it, a single picture, the face of that Arcosian woman. Though a far more dire sight was attached, his face grew darkened and twisted as he saw who she was hanging with. “Oh, dear Kami…” He placed the picture down, a ball of Ki forming in his hands as he vaporized it. “I ain’t dealing with them. Never… Never again.” A flood of horrifying images plagued his mind as it came back to them, the heralds of his ruin, the bringers of his torment and some of the most flamboyant men ever to grace this universe. Pretty Boys.
He tried to suppress the memory as he packed up his stall for the day, a single wooden panel collapsed before he heard a noise, a small child and his mother approached, the child holding in his hand a single Zeni piece. "Excuse me, do you have any Cinnamon Buns left?" The child inquired, Dantalion shaking his head back and fourth, before bending down to the child, plucking the coin from his hand.
"No mate. But come back tomorrow and you can have two." He pocketed the single Zeni into a fold of cloth, the child's face lighting up at the investment.
"Really? Do you mean it?" The child inquired, Dantalion nodding in response as the child gave a big drawn out smile, his eyes bulging out at the deal made. He walked out with one potentially satisfied customer, and a single Zeni made from honest work. Or at least. He would have. Dantalion didn't set the stall up in the same place, he moved locations, he had read Beta's paperwork. It didn't specify a location, merely requirements for setting up. It had to be in an alleyway, and out of the way. So Dantalion set up shop the next day, another place and from that day fourth he made a promise to himself.
"Always scam children. There stupid and will fall for anything."
Time passed and a few people walked by, a single Arcosian female, or at least, he thought a female. Their chest was ever so slightly weightier than the other Arcosians he had come across, but with how Namek worked he dare not call her by any pronoun other than they. “Why, hello there, I see you have stumbled across my bakery of sorts. What can I get you today. Cinnamon Buns? Buns made of Cinnamon or… Won’t lie. That is all I got for sale.” He continued, trying to lull her into a purchase with his mentally practiced speech, yet fairly rarely put into motion. She… He… It pressed a finger against its chin, looking them over at the relatively cheap price of only a few zeni. “Trust me, ya won’t find better Cinnamon Buns anywhere else.” His face twisted with a long smile, teeth shown though never revealed. He could feel his features twist and morph, but there was one solemn problem he always forgot, he was completely ethereal.
Its brow cocked as they looked at the prices, ignoring his mannerisms which slightly irritated him. Damn this wench, why did she not treat him as a Demon? Because he wasn’t tall enough? His skin not marred red? Damnable wench…. FEAR ME GODDAMNIT! He thought to himself before snapping into reality, why would he want her to fear him, it wasn’t good for business but the way she brushed him off at the very least harmed his pride.
“Now… Are you sure you can’t lower the prices? I mean… I will spread word if ya give it ta little old me at a discount.” Her words attempted to coo him, trying to seduce what he suspected she suspected was the opposite sex. He didn’t bite, he looked around back and forth before looking with exacerbated confusion.
“Umm… If I cut them in half… Than you aren’t paying me anything.” He responded rather bluntly, the luminescent light shifting and changing, the only sign that his features changed. The woman pressed a single finger on her chin, flashing a wink at the Demon and manifesting a small love heart from her lips. He blinked three times in confusion.
“Oh… Well aren’t you just a clever young man. How about… Twenty Five percent off. Ya know, for little old me.” Her eyes fluttered, her attempts of seduction not going all too well, though she seemed determined to get her way.
“Look, I don’t know where you think this is going, but I am gonna have to charge you full price.” He continued, his hand waving over the cinnamon buns, a layer of steam rising up as he let loose enough Ki to heat them up. “Just out of the oven, only a Zeni each.” He continued, neither got anywhere, she was determine to get them free, and she determined to get them at nothing. She snuffed his bargain, instead puckering her lips and waving a hand across the stand, the cinnamon Buns tossed against the ground as she Snickered, Dantalion getting to his knees and trying to salvage what was left.
“Don’t think you can tell me what I can and Can’t have. I am Mazoku don’t you know. And we don’t take crap from anyone!” She yelled at him, grabbing the Metallic shape on his back and pulling him up, his hands losing grip on the Cinnamon buns as they fell into a small puddle of water. “But I am a generous woman. Maybe if you lick my boots I might just let you live.” She snickered, pressing him against the ground with as a look of sadism washed over her, her eyes flushed with rage as she pressed a heel ever so slightly deeper into his back. He resisted ever so slightly, trying not to start a scene as a few seconds passed by. He was tossed into a pile of garbage, slowly rising up as she darted in with a fist cocked back, punching him straight for the guy. Only for something to snap. She looked down, she heard the crack of bones but this mystic seemed to have other plans in mind. SHe jumped a little back, looking at her hand, blood dripping down as she scowled at the creature. “You little shit? You think you can stand against the Mazoku!? Huh? Do you!?” Her body jittered and jived, her plates twisting and morphing as she assumed her true form, a cackle from the bitchy witchy. No flash of light, simply the cocking of bone and shifting of skin as she grew a few feet in height and towering over Dantalion. “You think you can win mere commoner? In this form, I clock in at twenty thousand? Bend worm! Bend to my will!” She barked and screamed, giving him a few seconds before he tried to move over to his stall, ignoring the ranting madwoman.
God damnit… I just wanted to sell Cinnamon Buns and now I got some Jackass hollering and shouting at me. He groaned in his mind, her eye twitched with rage as she was being summarily ignored. He took a few steps over to his stall, sitting down before packing up, his cinnamon buns were ruined, he made no money from today and the only customer he got was clinically insane. Or at least, an insane nuisance.
Her eye twitched, Ki forming and coiling around her arm as she charged him, “Don’t you ignore a superior!” She barked, her fist striking directly next to Dantalions head as he deftly dodged. He was tired of this one. He reared a fist back, twisting for a second as she scowled spitting onto his ethereal face with a menace glee. “Gotcha welp.” Her tone was calm and calculated, as if she thought things had gone her way. It admittedly didn’t go Dantalion’s but it sure as hell wasn’t going her’s either. With a rattling snap his arm elongated, piercing through her soon to be corpse as her eyes widened in pain.
“Lady. I am trying to sell Cinnamon Buns and you are not making it easy.” His fingers spread out, rearing back as her body was pulled with him, “So if you don't mind. Just fuck off.” His tone somber and drawn out before being tossed overarm, his fingers pulling back in as she was tossed through the sky, a trail of blood flowing behind her as she cleaved through the air high above the buildings. “Good. Now I can get back to cleaning up this mess.” He groaned before spotting a single bag placed across from him, a brow raised as he mosied on over, opening it up to find a small pile of Zeni. And in it, a single picture, the face of that Arcosian woman. Though a far more dire sight was attached, his face grew darkened and twisted as he saw who she was hanging with. “Oh, dear Kami…” He placed the picture down, a ball of Ki forming in his hands as he vaporized it. “I ain’t dealing with them. Never… Never again.” A flood of horrifying images plagued his mind as it came back to them, the heralds of his ruin, the bringers of his torment and some of the most flamboyant men ever to grace this universe. Pretty Boys.
He tried to suppress the memory as he packed up his stall for the day, a single wooden panel collapsed before he heard a noise, a small child and his mother approached, the child holding in his hand a single Zeni piece. "Excuse me, do you have any Cinnamon Buns left?" The child inquired, Dantalion shaking his head back and fourth, before bending down to the child, plucking the coin from his hand.
"No mate. But come back tomorrow and you can have two." He pocketed the single Zeni into a fold of cloth, the child's face lighting up at the investment.
"Really? Do you mean it?" The child inquired, Dantalion nodding in response as the child gave a big drawn out smile, his eyes bulging out at the deal made. He walked out with one potentially satisfied customer, and a single Zeni made from honest work. Or at least. He would have. Dantalion didn't set the stall up in the same place, he moved locations, he had read Beta's paperwork. It didn't specify a location, merely requirements for setting up. It had to be in an alleyway, and out of the way. So Dantalion set up shop the next day, another place and from that day fourth he made a promise to himself.
"Always scam children. There stupid and will fall for anything."