Post by King Yo on Dec 30, 2016 18:01:33 GMT
A Special Delivery
South Capitol lay before us, a grimy city with only the surface buffed to a sheen, if you look beyond that you start to see the filth. Dark alleyways hide underhanded business deals with cold blooded crooks. If you needed something bad enough you could find it here for the right price. However even in this underbelly focused on greed and crime you will find some Honest Johns just trying to make ends meet. Like the purple Zoonamite who finds himself leaning back against a cold brick wall deep within the smut of the city. He waited next to a large heavy and metal door, a peephole cut into it for the exchanging of a password.
The short little creature let out a concerned sigh pushing himself off the wall and starting to pace around the oil stains. “Jeeze he’s taking long, hope things didn’t go sour in there” he wondered. His top man and best friend forever, Majin Mojo, was inside the building handling a transaction on behalf of them both. Just before he could muscle up the courage to rap on the door impatiently the behemoth swung open to reveal the familiar sumo wrestler. “Mojo! Jeeze buddy you had me all worked up, they give you the package?” King Yo questioned his friend, scaled hands finding themselves in the pockets of his golden suit.
“They gave it to me, we deliver it to Mr. Baby Bear and he give us lotsa money” the majin rubbing his thumb and fingers together to suggest a ‘fat stack of cash’. A ‘fat stack of cash’ being one of the most beautiful things either of these two fellows knew. “Mr. BB huh? Boy, I wonder what we’re delivering to him. I mean come on he has everything already.” The fishman shrugged “Well whatever, the sooner we get this done, the sooner we get our money.” His finger pointed up at the much taller Majin “and I’ll buy you a big hot fudge sundae Buddy” he promised. “Oh~!” The majin gasped getting excited at the thought of a sweet treat.
A short walk later these two delivery men would be back on a main street in the city. Virtually blending back into the crowds of people that roamed the grid, but they wouldn’t be walking, walking was for chumps. King yo fished out a capsule and with a press of a plunger and a simple toss a hovering pickup truck popped into existence. The shorter of the two ascending into the driver’s cabin while the Majin leaped into the back flopping onto his massive backside and sending the vehicle teetering for a few seconds. Their package now resting on his bulbous belly that was going to be filled with fudge and ice cream shortly. A turn of a key and the engine roared to life and they zoomed off flying down the street very recklessly. King Yo wasn’t very useful in a fight, but he was smart, and he could drive his truck like it was nobody’s business. If anyone got hit it certainly wasn’t his fault.
They cruised down the highway now, closing in on their drop off point, the front step of Mr. Baby Bear himself in a large penthouse suite. “Hm. Why do I have a feeling this was too easy? For the money we’re going to make off this I figure we’d be crossing the world or something. Weird.” That would be when it became evident that there was a difficulty with this job when a car cut them off on the highway. King slammed on the breaks but the trap was sprung they were surrounded by black expensive cars. Men poured out from them brandishing guns and bats, dressed in nice suits but with ugly mugs. “Stupid brain” Yo thought to himself as he rolled down his window and leaned out “Hey… What can I do for ya?” he questioned. Meanwhile Mojo took the opportunity to climb to his feet in the truck bed, looming now over all this mix of mostly human and zoan. He leaned down to rest the bag inside the cab with King figuring this was about to get a little messy.
“Take it easy big man, we ain’t gotta get violent as long as you two start cooperating” one human said, his hair slicked back and greasy. “We happen to know yous got something that belongs to our boss. We want it and so we’ve come to take it from ya” he added. Clenching his teeth King shook his head “Sorry Pal, I can’t do that, this is our meal ticket. Heck I already promised my large friend here a treat when we got this done. So hows about you guys put your toys away, get back in those cheap rentals, and amscray.” The men around them all began to laugh at the threats being thrown at them.
“Listen fellas, either you leave or Mojo here will make you. You’ll probably try to shoot him too with those bb guns, but that’s just gonna make him mad.” He stuck his arm out the window as far as he could and stuck a thumb back at the Majin “Mojo, how many people you beat up?” The purple boulder crossed his arms over his chest “All of them.” This only elicited more chortles from the band of suited ambushers.
“Ya know, I think we’ll take our chances” their leader said before snapping his fingers causing all the firearms around him to be pointed at Mojo. “Fine, but you’re going to really feel this tomorrow…. actually for the next few months” King Yo assured them while Majin Mojo braced himself. With another snap bullets erupted at the big purple beast but having no effect, the bullets pushing just into his flesh before springing back out and falling to the ground. Being shot at was not a way to spend an afternoon and it annoyed Mojo for sure. Jumping from the flatbed and onto the highway his red skirt dusting the ground quickly approaching the leader of the operation. The man hastily backing up but not fast enough, his throat soon gripped by a purple hand.
With a scream he was now lodged into the side of one of the pricey cars they arrived in. That’s when the panic set in and half of the men scrambled to get away from the scene, the rest would be facing the wrath of Mojo. “Tut tut” said King “I warned em” he looked down at the package “I warned em didn’t I? I warned em.” The zoonamite agreeing with his own rhetorical question, but the bag agreed along letting out a ‘coo’. King looked up and saw that all the cars and men were now piled up and out of the way. “Let’s go Mojo! We’re done here” King ordered, his friend bounding back into the truck’s bed “You didn’t kill any of them right?” he double checked. “No Mojo just hurt em bad they will be okay.” With that confirmation they sped off again, this time heading down the next off ramp, the side streets being a safer bet now. King was focused on driving, as a responsible operator of a vehicle would be, but out of the corner of his eye he saw that bag move. Frowning he slowed to a stop and reached over pulling the package into his lap and looking inside.
“Oh fish! This ain’t no package Mojo, this is a baby!” Shouting out as inside was a small bundle of infant, a zoan to be exact of a lion species. The baby sighed up at the fish lipped man giving him a smile as it sucked on it’s own fingers. “Baby?” Mojo asked from the back, looking inside with curiosity. Shaking his head King Yo grimaced “We can’t deliver this buddy, ain’t right” the majin nodding in agreement with his friend “we’re thugs, sure, but kidnappers?! No way.” Handing the bag back to his muscle King restarted the car and floored it. “Those guys must of been trying to get the kid back, well they will… but first” he said with a dark expression and a evil grin.
A half-hour later Majin Mojo was tossing a man through a pane glass door as both of them made their way through the lobby of a rather nice building. A adorable lion cub clinging to King’s shoulder, it nestled in his arm. “Yeah don’t throw up on me kid, okay?” The Majin busy forcing the doors of an elevator open, crunching them into broken plates of steel while allowing them access to the carriage within. All three entered and Yo leaped up to press the highest floor’s button, the elevator whirring and ascending them upwards. They stood there, a zoonamite a majin and a baby set to a scene with elevator music.
Eventually they would end up exiting the busted transportation into a gold plated penthouse. It was flanked by guards of course those of which were tossed back into the elevator and sent to the basement. “Looks like we’re taking the stairs back down Mojo” King added only to be followed with “I don’t like stairs” from Mojo. “Yeah well there’s another thing to take out on this guy” referring to the man they were here to see. Approaching a huge set of double doors which King kicked open much to the shock of a huge man heavy-set and sitting a fancy leather chair. He was hairy with a balding head and a cigar resting in his fingers which were adorned with thick gold rings.
“Hey you! You Mr. Baby Bear?” Spat King as mojo ducked under the doorframe “We got a package for him.” The man sputtered a bit, not sure where his guards were “Y-yeah that’s me, so you guys delivered it rig-” King slammed his hand on the desk finally crossing the room “Can it!” he shouted “Listen pal what kind of slimey stuff you pulling up here huh? You were having us deliver you a baby? I don’t see any resemblance so I’m going to guess he’s not yours either.” King Yo hoisted the baby up a little to make sure he was still comfortable before continuing “We ain’t kidnappers you creep and you ain’t no bear!”
The man bolted up raising his voice “Hey who do you think you’re talking too!? I’m one of the biggest men in this city, you can’t come in her-” his loud tone upsetting the zoan infant who began to wail. Sighing Yo pointed at the man “Mojo, get him” and suddenly the big man was lifted up by the much bigger sumo. “Listen here Mr. Baby Butt, you’re going to tell us who you took this kid from, why you took him, and where we’re going to take him back to. I’m even going to be nice and let you keep your stinking money. So start talking or else.” The man paled as he was lifted high into the air, his feet no longer touching the ground “Or what?” he demanded. “Or, Mojo sees if you can fly” King suggested while motioning at the window behind him.
We now find ourselves at a large Mansion sitting just outside the city, both Mojo and King entering it’s gate with their hands up as guards popped up around them. “Easy fellas, easy, we’re delivering a baby” assuring them as King pointed to the bundle of joy laying across his shoulder. The guards, some of which had already seen what Mojo can do were suspicious but that was squashed when a Lion zoanthrope pushed past them. “Get out of the way! Can’t you see they got my son?!” The lion in a pinstriped suit stomping over to the pair “Well who sent ya?” He demanded as he eyed his baby boy.
“Ain’t nobody sent us okay? We was supposed to deliver this but we ain’t in the market to be kidnappers. Somebody was just trying to get leverage on you, a rival ya know? But that’s not me and that’s not mojo.” King explained hoping that would let them leave without a confrontation. The lion measured them up and held out a hand soon taken up by a baby. He snapped his fingers and a guard approached, the mafioso handing him off “Take him back to his momma.” Looking back to the two postmen he stuck out his paw. “Thank you both for doing the honorable thing, I’ll overlook all the damage you did to my boys and the fact you had my son in your custody.” King reached up and took the hand, giving it a shake before a grin was on his mug “So… how about a little green for our trouble huh?”
The Lion let out a laugh, a belly laugh, and then shook his head “Get out of here before I stick a bounty on both of your heads” he declared with an air of malice. The Zoonamite furrowed his brow before turning around “let’s go Mojo!” The two of them exiting the compound Mojo with a frown on his face “...No sundae?” King only laughed and opened his hand for the majin to see. In his palm he held a mighty fine gemstone cufflink worth a good penny and nicked from the jacket of a lion mafioso. “Nah buddy it’s on me” King Promised.
(Note I would like Zeni for this BP, please grant a low to average PL to King. Something of an untrained and physically small side of PL)