Post by Swees on Nov 5, 2015 4:36:52 GMT
(Heavy Weights On)
(Thread PL: 1750 (With Weights: 438))
Toilet paper. It was Swees’s new favorite thing. He’d taken an entire pack of it from the grocery store, and that wasn’t all. He’d scrapped some repair parts for his frizzy scouter from a heavy audio-visual system the Earthlings called teevee, and taken a defenseless family’s pizza. They’d complained a lot about that, until he’d blown up the robot cashier while strolling out the door.
Swees felt a little bad about that. He didn’t like to fight unless he was getting paid for it. It felt almost like being cheated.
Using the plastic-wrapped pack of toilet paper as a mobile table, Swees ravenously devoured the entire pizza as he walked down a small residential street of Wheat Town. “This planet has so much stuff.” Swees said to himself as he crammed an entire slice into his mouth, swallowing it with a mighty gulp.
A human nearby trying to destroy the grass on his property with a strange little blade box that didn’t quite do the job gawked at Swees as he passed. Aliens were less common out here, in the sparse country. Swees gave him a reassuring wink and shoved another slice into his mouth, grinning fangily around it. The man ran inside his little house, leaving his chugging little blade box behind him. Swees curiously tagged the object with his scouter.
“Law’ mowah’” Swees read aloud, his words garbled by the mouthfull of greasy cheese and folded crust. He frowned at the data streaming down in front of him after settling the slice, wiping grease from his mouth. These humans manicured their properties for fun? What freaks.
His scouter range was greatly refined by the modifications with the teevee parts, but its battery was still off-zeroed and he had to frequently hook it to the charge on his arm cannon. With the power hook up his range limits were also increased, and he could scan the entire planet. The problem was there were so many big powers on Earth, it was impossible to tell which was Hyoza – and some fighters could hide their energy, as his cellmate in Knutts had done.
So it was down to gritty legwork, which is why Swees found himself in the residential sector of a small country town.
BBA’s crime logs -- which Swees had been able to skimp with a bribe to a scruffy Corpsman -- said that the master pirate had thieved some valuable data and gravitech from Para-Sol. Not long after, Swees had made himself at home in the little mansion of a terrified Para-Sol security executive named Broth. The pudgy little human had been looking all over company records for the Hyoza’s whereabouts, but so far there was little luck.
Arriving at Broth’s big house, Swees polished off the last of the pizza and banged the double doors open with a roaring burp.
“I-I’ve got a new lead boss!” A tremoring voice stammered from behind a raised couch cushion in the middle of an elegantly furnished living room.
Swees arched an eyebrow, a fanged grin on his lime face. “Oh yeah?”
“Y-yeah!” The cushion lowered, revealing a snubby gun. “It’s called you let me go, or I blow you to Hell!”
Swees tsked, shifting the pack of toilet paper against his hip. “Where’d you get that? I thought the police were still busy with the war cleanup.”
“T-they are! But I’ve had it with you. It works, don't test me!” The man licked his lips. “Now, I know how you thugs work. If I tell you what I found, you’ll kill me.”
“So you did find something!” Swees tossed the man the plastic bundle. He fumbled the gun as he reflexively caught the toilet paper, staggering back some from the force of the throw. “Good job! I restocked all the toilet paper I ate this morning. Now where’s this guy at?”
Broth flinched, sweat pouring down his brow. “Promise not to kill me?”
“I guess.” Swees shrugged. He kinda liked Broth. His taste in beer had been excellent.
“Well. He’s in caves. Here in the North, maybe.”
Swees hadn’t kill Broth after all, but he had raided his fridge before going, leaving it an empty husk littered with chewed up tupperware. Earth’s moon was fat and delivering a copious amount of Blutz, increasing Swees’s Hunger dramatically. If it got any worse, he’d transform into a Cremelin. He’d managed to resist it the last cycle, but the longer a Kurimu-seijin without transforming, the worse the pangs got.
He now zigzagged the multitude of caves on his scouter’s map, seeking out the renegade Arcosian. If he didn't find Hyoza, he was sure the Warden's spies would be calling. Swees wasn't about to test that horsey's reach.
A million zeni. Swees thought cheerfully as he lowered into the shadow of another great stone maw, flipping on his scouter’s lamp, throwing light into the murky abyss. He wondered how much toilet paper he could buy with that.
(Swees is seeking Hyoza)
(Thread PL: 1750 (With Weights: 438))
Toilet paper. It was Swees’s new favorite thing. He’d taken an entire pack of it from the grocery store, and that wasn’t all. He’d scrapped some repair parts for his frizzy scouter from a heavy audio-visual system the Earthlings called teevee, and taken a defenseless family’s pizza. They’d complained a lot about that, until he’d blown up the robot cashier while strolling out the door.
Swees felt a little bad about that. He didn’t like to fight unless he was getting paid for it. It felt almost like being cheated.
Using the plastic-wrapped pack of toilet paper as a mobile table, Swees ravenously devoured the entire pizza as he walked down a small residential street of Wheat Town. “This planet has so much stuff.” Swees said to himself as he crammed an entire slice into his mouth, swallowing it with a mighty gulp.
A human nearby trying to destroy the grass on his property with a strange little blade box that didn’t quite do the job gawked at Swees as he passed. Aliens were less common out here, in the sparse country. Swees gave him a reassuring wink and shoved another slice into his mouth, grinning fangily around it. The man ran inside his little house, leaving his chugging little blade box behind him. Swees curiously tagged the object with his scouter.
“Law’ mowah’” Swees read aloud, his words garbled by the mouthfull of greasy cheese and folded crust. He frowned at the data streaming down in front of him after settling the slice, wiping grease from his mouth. These humans manicured their properties for fun? What freaks.
His scouter range was greatly refined by the modifications with the teevee parts, but its battery was still off-zeroed and he had to frequently hook it to the charge on his arm cannon. With the power hook up his range limits were also increased, and he could scan the entire planet. The problem was there were so many big powers on Earth, it was impossible to tell which was Hyoza – and some fighters could hide their energy, as his cellmate in Knutts had done.
So it was down to gritty legwork, which is why Swees found himself in the residential sector of a small country town.
BBA’s crime logs -- which Swees had been able to skimp with a bribe to a scruffy Corpsman -- said that the master pirate had thieved some valuable data and gravitech from Para-Sol. Not long after, Swees had made himself at home in the little mansion of a terrified Para-Sol security executive named Broth. The pudgy little human had been looking all over company records for the Hyoza’s whereabouts, but so far there was little luck.
Arriving at Broth’s big house, Swees polished off the last of the pizza and banged the double doors open with a roaring burp.
“I-I’ve got a new lead boss!” A tremoring voice stammered from behind a raised couch cushion in the middle of an elegantly furnished living room.
Swees arched an eyebrow, a fanged grin on his lime face. “Oh yeah?”
“Y-yeah!” The cushion lowered, revealing a snubby gun. “It’s called you let me go, or I blow you to Hell!”
Swees tsked, shifting the pack of toilet paper against his hip. “Where’d you get that? I thought the police were still busy with the war cleanup.”
“T-they are! But I’ve had it with you. It works, don't test me!” The man licked his lips. “Now, I know how you thugs work. If I tell you what I found, you’ll kill me.”
“So you did find something!” Swees tossed the man the plastic bundle. He fumbled the gun as he reflexively caught the toilet paper, staggering back some from the force of the throw. “Good job! I restocked all the toilet paper I ate this morning. Now where’s this guy at?”
Broth flinched, sweat pouring down his brow. “Promise not to kill me?”
“I guess.” Swees shrugged. He kinda liked Broth. His taste in beer had been excellent.
“Well. He’s in caves. Here in the North, maybe.”
Swees hadn’t kill Broth after all, but he had raided his fridge before going, leaving it an empty husk littered with chewed up tupperware. Earth’s moon was fat and delivering a copious amount of Blutz, increasing Swees’s Hunger dramatically. If it got any worse, he’d transform into a Cremelin. He’d managed to resist it the last cycle, but the longer a Kurimu-seijin without transforming, the worse the pangs got.
He now zigzagged the multitude of caves on his scouter’s map, seeking out the renegade Arcosian. If he didn't find Hyoza, he was sure the Warden's spies would be calling. Swees wasn't about to test that horsey's reach.
A million zeni. Swees thought cheerfully as he lowered into the shadow of another great stone maw, flipping on his scouter’s lamp, throwing light into the murky abyss. He wondered how much toilet paper he could buy with that.
(Swees is seeking Hyoza)