Hook, Line, and Sinker [INVITE ONLY] Jan 1, 2017 0:55:32 GMT
Post by Chai on Jan 1, 2017 0:55:32 GMT
GAIN BONUS: Heavy Weights (+75% PL)
CELESTIAL EVENT: Full Moon
CURRENT POWER LEVEL:
- Chai: 9,775 PL (-75% Heavy Weights)
- Guardia: 100,000 PL
GAIN BONUS: Heavy Weights (+75% PL)
CELESTIAL EVENT: Full Moon
OOC NOTES: This thread is open to three people to avoid overcrowding, excluding myself. Let's hope this'll be fun! ouob<< Previous Thread
HOOK, LINE, AND SINKER
Today was another day for a certain goat from another world. After a run in with Callion yesterday, an oozaru trashing their home the day before that, and an eventful escapade in the west even further back, Chai had strayed into the Southern lands. The ocean nearby was as still as a millpond, the surface was barely a placid ripple, breaking the sunlight into a mosaic of reflected colors. Not too far from the unmoving prow came a pod of orca, breaking the surface with their black dorsal fins. At least they could move under their own steam. A nearby boat's sail hung like a Christmas stocking waiting to be filled, but no wind came.
A wide variety of shops lined the nearby streets: antique and art stalls, jewelry and accessory shops, luxury boutiques, souvenir markets and stores selling leather goods, all showcasing an array of the finest wares from across the galaxy. Tourists flocked to them like fireflies to a lamp, enthusiasm accentuating their features. The melody of the drawl of sightseers and the strong, distinct accents of the locals drifted through Chai's ever so touchy ears as they ambled past. There were chimes of bells that tinkled incessantly as the people sauntered in and out of the stores, entranced by the merchandise. They purchased bags of picturesque paintings, fragile but colorful figurines created from glass, and shirts with simplified designs of sea life from Earth and many other planets.
The town itself had many different buildings, borrowing this and that from another era and culture from across the universe. Many species exchanged information and goods in relative peace in this town, reminding Chai of the forced harmony the Crimson Strikers found. Saiyans and Arcosians chatted about, while Chai caught eye of a heran and a namekian playing a game of volleyball on the nearby beach. Chai was thankful that this world could find itself in an era of peace currently impossible for his own world.
Currently the goat from another universe was exchanging some goods with a few traders for more survival equipment for his endearing life in the northern lands. With his house totaled by an oozaru, Chai was homeless once more, sadly. Guardia hovered near the goat, picking up some fabrics and tying them around his hilt to test out their comfort, before deeming the fabric unworthy and tossing it sloppily back onto the pile where he originally found it. Setting down some odds and supplies on the counter near the clerk, the goat simply began to pull out some Zeni from his pockets while the storeowner examined the goat's purchases. "Hm- odd choices here, buddy. You aren't planning to head out to sea with all this survival gear, are you?" The clerk asked, causing Chai to raise a furry white brow. "No, why do you ask?" The goat responded, trying to make small talk while the man scanned his items while looking up to the seven-foot-tall goat. "Well, you see, ships have been disappearing left and right as of late!" Instantly Chai was intrigued.Disappearing ships? It would be best to stay away from the seas if that was the case- but a little voice in the goat's head wanted to know more. "Uh, do you know what's causing it?" The goat asked, tilting his large head to the side.
"Nope- that's what everyone's been trying to figure out! But the ocean just gobbled up any souls that travel into it. Some say that there's treasure out there, or a band pirates! Others say there's a lost city, while even more suggest that it's the work of the supernatural." Ignoring a frustrated telepathic grunt from Guardia as he tossed away his thirtieth piece of fabric, Chai continued to listen to the old shopkeeper. This sure was a mystery he wasn't sure he wanted to be a part of. Shaking his head while eyeing the goat's curious expression, the short old man continued the tale, staring off at the sea and stroking his small beard. "Even warriors who fly out to sea are driven back from a mighty storm, but any vessels just seem to poof away! It would be a shame to see another batch of strapping young men and women go." Chai blinked a few times, giving the man a quick nod of agreement. While he was about to scan the last of Chai's items, the man froze while looking out the window at the seas. Raising a brow, Chai followed the senior's gaze to see a ship pulling into the harbor- a large wooden sailboat with three masts.
"Stars above, I thought that ol' ship vanished months ago!" The man spoke, causing Chai to narrow his eyes at the vessel. Odd... he couldn't sense a single ki signature inside of it. Guardia floated over, now donning a red cloth around his hilt. 'What did I miss? Ya' look like you've seen a ghost!' Guardia spoke, glancing towards Chai's puzzled expression. Determination filling the goat's eyes once more, Chai grabbed Guardia's hilt, looking over to the old man. "We're going to investigate. Anything else we should know?" Chai spoke, his tail swaying to and fro anxiously beneath his black woolen garbs. Recognizing the determination and curiosity in Chai's eyes, but also a sense of heisitancy and caution, the man sighed speaking once more. "If you're planning to brave the seas now, I can only pray for your safety, young one. I know just about as much as you." Nodding, Chai quickly dashed off to the ship that had just pulled up, scanning it over and over again for any sign of life inside.
A crowd had gathered near the ship, but Chai was quick to leap over them and aboard the vessel, earning some startled gasps and murmurs from the crowd. Landing aboard the deck with a thud, Chai looked around- everything seemed untouched and in mint condition. A few beers were half-drunk and set on a barrel, while a few chairs lay pulled out from some tables. Trotting inside, Chai first found himself in the diner of the vessel. Glancing around, the goat eyed half-eaten meals and set tables. The curtains blew despite a clear lack of wind, and even Guardia felt a chill go down his nonexistent spine. Then there was the smell, something inscrutable but with a familiar undertone no-one could quite put their finger on.
"...Nope." Chai spoke while Guardia hovered beside him, slamming the door shut and trotting off the vessel. 'What?!' Guardia called, flying after his partner when Chai hopped off the ship, hands in the air. 'Oh, come on Chai! Don't be a pansy!! I wanna know more about this!!!' Guardia called while the crowd eyed the passing goat zoan and sword before turning their attention to the ghost ship. "Guardia, you saw that. It's like everyone on that damn thing vanished from their seats! Just boom- gonezo. Bye bye. No more. That's not going to happen to you or me if we don't even go out there in the first place!" Chai turned around, hissing somewhat. There was no way Guardia was making him go out into that ocean after what they just saw. 'Are you scaaaareed?' Guardia spoke in a singsong tune, aiming to taunt his partner enough to make him comply. "Yes! And I'm NOT going out there! We don't even have a ship, and you know I can't fly yet!" Guardia huffed, glancing to the side. He was intriged, while Chai was frightened. The sword would have to find a way to make the goat comply, whether he liked it or not! Guardia was too interested in whatever made all those people vanish... Perhaps others had heard the town's tale as well?