Post by Swees on Jan 13, 2016 0:45:22 GMT
(Heavy Weights On)
(Thread PL: 1750 (With Weights: 438))
Swees stood in the midquarters of a strange sea vessel moored at the docks of the Fantastic Fun Zone. His target was finally found and soundly defeated. A banner proclaiming ‘Happy Birthday Jocksan!’ hanging limply between two sails above their heads.
“What do you mean, you’re with the Pirates of the Currybean? That s’posed to scare me?” Swees asked, biting into the spicy chicken leg and snapping the bone. Fried chicken was his new favorite thing, after toilet paper. “This paper I got here says you’re Haysoda the Pirate.” He said, lifting a poster that showed just that. “That’s a smart disguise to look human you have on, but you’re not fooling anyone with a lame pseudonym like that, Hyoza.”
Swees burped as he dropped the last little nub of bone into the large grease-stained paper bucket. A dozen legs only went so far.
“I m-m-mean I’m just an actor. A clown. I’ve never met any Hyoza, I’m Hays-s-s-s-” The man stammered, convulsing in terror.
“Soda.” Swees finished for him.
“Soda! Yes. I’m Haysoda. The Pirates of the Currybean, we’re just p-performers.” Haysoda wrung his hands nervously. “For birthdays and parties, some s-small stage acts.” The once-proud Arcosian head ducked down, staring tearyeyed at his disturbingly-long red shoes as he quivered. He’d only been singing and dancing a little ago.
Oh how the mighty had fallen.
Swees squinted at this Hyoza-pretending-to-be-Haysoda. He looked weird, but that was normal for changelings. And he’d never seen all of their transformations. Who could tell how many they really had? Three? Seven? An infinite amount? He sure looked like one, with a super-white face and black lines moving down from his eyes. He wore an eyepatch, and had a big fluffy hat on to hide his biogem. The guy was wearing some weird kind of space suit, a glittery silver foil that covered him from head to toe and was painted with swords and knives, probably to make him look even more threatening to enemies of the Empire. Changelings were clever like that.
A few little Earthling kids and their parents huddled behind the pirate on the bow of the small ship, causing the stern to rise completely out of the water. Swees tossed the spent bucket of chicken over the flimsy plastic gunwale of the weird little boat, reaching down to take a small conic hat colorfully festooned with ribbons that one of the kids had dropped in panic when he first landed.
“Uh huh.” Swees began, “Sure. Whatever you say, Haysoda.” He said, snapping the ribbon around his chin and plunking the festive cone hat on his head. “I’ve never seen a hat like this, I’m takin’ it. And all of your loot, too.” Swees added, swaying his arm cannon to the impressive stack of neatly wrapped boxes, each cheerfully papered and ribboned. He wondered if there was any more fried chicken in them.
Haysoda nodded so much his fluffy hat fell off and Swees didn’t think his head was going to be far behind.
“So Hyoza. Haysoda. Whatever you call yourself now.” Swees said, cracking his neck audibly as he gave a fanged grin. “Someone paid me a lot of money to see you dead. You’ve got a price on your head so heavy that it sunk you straight to the planetary core.” He'd been practicing that line for a while, and felt it was pretty good. He remembered to flip on his arm cannon’s narrow band so he didn’t kill anyone else for free and aimed the slotted end of the gun-wand at the cowering Haysoda. It was disappointing in a way. He’d expected a legendary Arcosian pirate to be a little braver. The guy hadn’t even thrown a punch or shown him his real power level.
“Hold on.” Swees said, lowering his arm cannon. “What happened to your biogem?” He asked, lifting his chin. There was only balding hair where the biogem should have been. He’d never seen a changeling with hair before.
“Did you rip it out and hide it somewhere?” Swees wondered, squinting. Maybe trying to hold out some valuables on me. He wondered if he could sell it. Maybe there was an Earth market for Arcosian biogems.
Before the Arcosian-in-disguise could answer a power suddenly announced itself on his scouter with a frantic beep, coming in from near directly overhead.
“Huh?” Swees asked, staring up. It was in space, and shooting down very fast. Attack ball? He folded his arms. “Did you call one of your Pirates of the Currybean?” Swees asked, annoyed. "I got no beef with them. This is just business."
( @vocado, how's that? )
(Thread PL: 1750 (With Weights: 438))
Swees stood in the midquarters of a strange sea vessel moored at the docks of the Fantastic Fun Zone. His target was finally found and soundly defeated. A banner proclaiming ‘Happy Birthday Jocksan!’ hanging limply between two sails above their heads.
“What do you mean, you’re with the Pirates of the Currybean? That s’posed to scare me?” Swees asked, biting into the spicy chicken leg and snapping the bone. Fried chicken was his new favorite thing, after toilet paper. “This paper I got here says you’re Haysoda the Pirate.” He said, lifting a poster that showed just that. “That’s a smart disguise to look human you have on, but you’re not fooling anyone with a lame pseudonym like that, Hyoza.”
Swees burped as he dropped the last little nub of bone into the large grease-stained paper bucket. A dozen legs only went so far.
“I m-m-mean I’m just an actor. A clown. I’ve never met any Hyoza, I’m Hays-s-s-s-” The man stammered, convulsing in terror.
“Soda.” Swees finished for him.
“Soda! Yes. I’m Haysoda. The Pirates of the Currybean, we’re just p-performers.” Haysoda wrung his hands nervously. “For birthdays and parties, some s-small stage acts.” The once-proud Arcosian head ducked down, staring tearyeyed at his disturbingly-long red shoes as he quivered. He’d only been singing and dancing a little ago.
Oh how the mighty had fallen.
Swees squinted at this Hyoza-pretending-to-be-Haysoda. He looked weird, but that was normal for changelings. And he’d never seen all of their transformations. Who could tell how many they really had? Three? Seven? An infinite amount? He sure looked like one, with a super-white face and black lines moving down from his eyes. He wore an eyepatch, and had a big fluffy hat on to hide his biogem. The guy was wearing some weird kind of space suit, a glittery silver foil that covered him from head to toe and was painted with swords and knives, probably to make him look even more threatening to enemies of the Empire. Changelings were clever like that.
A few little Earthling kids and their parents huddled behind the pirate on the bow of the small ship, causing the stern to rise completely out of the water. Swees tossed the spent bucket of chicken over the flimsy plastic gunwale of the weird little boat, reaching down to take a small conic hat colorfully festooned with ribbons that one of the kids had dropped in panic when he first landed.
“Uh huh.” Swees began, “Sure. Whatever you say, Haysoda.” He said, snapping the ribbon around his chin and plunking the festive cone hat on his head. “I’ve never seen a hat like this, I’m takin’ it. And all of your loot, too.” Swees added, swaying his arm cannon to the impressive stack of neatly wrapped boxes, each cheerfully papered and ribboned. He wondered if there was any more fried chicken in them.
Haysoda nodded so much his fluffy hat fell off and Swees didn’t think his head was going to be far behind.
“So Hyoza. Haysoda. Whatever you call yourself now.” Swees said, cracking his neck audibly as he gave a fanged grin. “Someone paid me a lot of money to see you dead. You’ve got a price on your head so heavy that it sunk you straight to the planetary core.” He'd been practicing that line for a while, and felt it was pretty good. He remembered to flip on his arm cannon’s narrow band so he didn’t kill anyone else for free and aimed the slotted end of the gun-wand at the cowering Haysoda. It was disappointing in a way. He’d expected a legendary Arcosian pirate to be a little braver. The guy hadn’t even thrown a punch or shown him his real power level.
“Hold on.” Swees said, lowering his arm cannon. “What happened to your biogem?” He asked, lifting his chin. There was only balding hair where the biogem should have been. He’d never seen a changeling with hair before.
“Did you rip it out and hide it somewhere?” Swees wondered, squinting. Maybe trying to hold out some valuables on me. He wondered if he could sell it. Maybe there was an Earth market for Arcosian biogems.
Before the Arcosian-in-disguise could answer a power suddenly announced itself on his scouter with a frantic beep, coming in from near directly overhead.
“Huh?” Swees asked, staring up. It was in space, and shooting down very fast. Attack ball? He folded his arms. “Did you call one of your Pirates of the Currybean?” Swees asked, annoyed. "I got no beef with them. This is just business."
( @vocado, how's that? )