Vi-Poi
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Post by Vi-Poi on Apr 17, 2017 4:40:11 GMT
Vi-Poi turned up his palms, “Do you always answer a question with a question?” He tugged down on his hat and jostled it until he could get a good look into the pearly black eyes of Pip . “I’m Vi,” He said slowly (just in case this creature wasn’t used to verbal communication), jabbing a thumb into his denim jacket. He snaggled his fingers into a rumpled jacket pocket and produced a clinking handful of gleaming half-zenis. “Seein as how your pal ditched you, want to come get some froze-cones with a friend of mine?” He tilted his head toward Kiraburu and Jiang.
Something tells me Chatty Taffy here isn’t going to be a social butterfly. But maybe he'll prove me wrong.
Just when Vi-Poi was about to ask him where he was from, a clamor from the crowd near the weapon stalls drew his attention. The nice weapon girl was shouting at Kiraburu, and there was quite a lot of blood drizzling over the ground.
“I was gonna get mine with cherry syrup, but prolly not now,” Vi-Poi said lightly.
“What a ghastly wound!” The rowdy proprietor of Yun’s Cronuts declared. “I’d like to take this time of stunning health catastrophes to note the miraculous restorative properties of northern cinnamon bark, which is a top ingredient in Yun’s Cronuts! An unofficial study completed in 2799 cites that scar tissue regenerates nineteen percent faster when five grams of cinnamon are eaten, daily. Yun’s Cronuts: not just a treat, a treatment!”
Vi-Poi dazed off in wonderment at the mustached emcee of bleached, sugary wheat before he caught notice of something behind him. Someone behind him. In his line of sight was Jiang, starring obsessively at Kiriburu. Only it wasn’t at Kiriburu. She was starring at his hand. The bleeding one. Some vague association, a memory from the past, fluttered across the inner-horizon of his thoughts. It reminded him of something important, but he couldn’t remember what.
“So. What’s your name?” He asked Pip, waiting to see if the pink guy was coming.
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Post by Pip on Apr 20, 2017 1:39:50 GMT
Pip stood silently, listening to the android's questions. The android was oddly persistent with that name question he noted, deciding to just say his name instead of killing the man for bugging him as he normally would. "Im.. Pip.." He'd mutter, his beady eyes heading back over to the shop where Nate had apparently begun small talk with the cashier. Pip immediately recalled the last time they tried this, a blond haired man attempted to kill them. With that thought fresh in his mind, he turned towards the blue haired man once more, noticing that he'd begun to walk off towards some weird group of people. "Interesting..." Pip thought as he begun to follow after the man, his arms crossed and face as expressionless as ever.
"Hey uh, pops... Anything valuable here?" Nate said, the cashier being taken aback by the specific and suspicions question. "Uh... We've got some.. Antique Books?..." He'd say hesitantly, causing Nate to sigh. "Tch... Who woulda thought a bookstore would only have books.." He grumbled under his breath, his eyes darting to the window only to notice Pip speaking with some other guy. "Sheesh... He's the one who wanted to come here and look at him.. Talking away out there with some random stranger.." He'd comment before groaning as pip begun to walk away. "Tch.. There he goes... Completely forgetting about me eh?.. That's fine... I'll have fun here... Reading books I guess.." He'd say sadly, the cashier heavily confused by the man who'd been talking to himself for the last few minutes.
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Post by Kiraburu Sarutobi on Apr 22, 2017 5:05:33 GMT
Kira winced as the blade's tipped poked out the other side of his hand and glared at the man selling every kind of cronut except ones dipped in Zeni-alloy. ....this is gonna suck so bad. He pulled out the blade, forcing himself not to waver for even an instant. Any amount of hesitation would only make this worse. A tidal wave of crimson spilled onto the combination of pavement and dirt that made up the floor of the outdoor market. He gripped his wrist tightly, looking up at the girl who had been previously transfixed on him. Now she seemed even more enraptured in every movement that his body made. He looked at her curiously. Usually, even the battle-hardened girls he'd interacted with throughout his life had some level of compassion or shock when that much blood came out of a person. This girl, the one with the coolest shades he'd ever seen, only seemed more enthralled. So... that's it huh? Hope she doesn't cause too much trouble out here. He hadn't even thought that spilling more of his own blood on accident would reveal the girl's need for human bodily fluids. (OOC: wow that sounds way worse that way.) He stabbed the knife into the counter he plucked it from and bowed low, an apologetic look aimed at the before-eager shop girl. She looked like she was going To pass out but Kira paid her in more extra mind. It was time for the long-shot of the millennium. He walked over to the cronut stand and forced his way through the line, not that people didn't move out of the way upon seeing his hand with fountains of blood spurting out. He sighed and loudly exclaimed "WOW! THIS CRONUT CAN SAVE MY LIFE?! THE CULIMNATION OF THE ENTIRETY OF MY EXISTENCE COULD COME TO AN END! OH WHOA IS ME! I HAVE NOT A ZENI TO SPARE! BUT WHAT KIND OF SHOP KEEPER WOULD DARE LET AYONE DIE, WHEN SAID SHOPKEEPER HAD THE MEANS TO SAVE A POTENTIAL CUSTOMER AND PROVE HIS CRONUT NOT ONLY WORKS AS MIRACULOUSLY AS HE SAYS IT DOES, BUT IS ALSO THE BEST IN THE GALAXY?! PLEASE HELP ME WITH ONE OF YOUR DIVINE CRONUTS DEAR SIR!!!" Kira felt slightly bad about playing this card but truthfully he wanted to see how the salesman would react,and he wasn't lying. He had zero zeni to his name and about an hour left if this bleeding didn't stop. He dramatically fell to his knees and cride out before trailing off, "oh what a cruel twist of fate! The means of savior, and not a zeni to spare.."
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Jiang Shi
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Post by Jiang Shi on Apr 24, 2017 18:50:50 GMT
Utterly entranced by the blood it took Jiang a long few moments before she recognized that Kira had reclaimed the knife (why he thought it was a good idea to still purchase something he had nearly killed himself with was beyond her comprehension) and paid for it, he then started off away from the stall still bleeding as he walked.
“Yo-you should r-really get that wrapped up” Jiang stammered internally frustrated at how difficult it was for her to focus well enough to speak properly, without entirely realizing it she followed after Kira as he wandered away from the knife stall and over to the stall manned by the guy who had been shouting about his ‘Cronuts’ between being transfixed by Kira’s blood and actively trying to ignore the loud guy Jiang hadn’t picked up much of what the man had said.
But apparently whatever he had said had convinced Kira that the pastry could fix his wound. Jiang blinked in confusion as Kira went on in dramatic fashion over his woes at not being able to afford one, the ridiculousness of it all was just enough to snap her out the state his blood had put her in for the moment “I don’t think a weird donut is going to fix your hand. You probably need stitches or something” Jiang said eyeing the ‘Cronuts’ briefly, they smelled pleasant enough but the shift in her dietary requirements made them far less interesting to her.
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Vi-Poi
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Post by Vi-Poi on Apr 29, 2017 7:25:17 GMT
The proprietor of Yun’s Cronuts, initially delighted at all the attention, turned cold as ice when Kiraburu Sarutobi wanted charity. To Yun, that word was in the same awful category as murder and audit.
Yun held up a big flat palm against Kiraburu’s mooching, frowning so deeply that his manly and even spritely mustaches drooped and sagged most woefully. “I cannot possibly allow you near my cronuts, sir!” He bellowed. “You have an open wound and are profusely bleeding. It would be against the health code!” His hooded, beady eyes began to shine with a crazed light. “A-and you cannot possibly expect me to give you something for free! Why, I’ve worked hard my entire life to get where I am. Did I ever ask for a handout? No!” Yun glared around wide-eyed, nervously shoving a cronut past his lips to stifle the sudden upchucking of raw, uncontrolled emotion, hoping the lady who wrote his taxpayer-funded small business grant wasn’t somehow in the crowd to contradict him.
“I’m a job creator!” Yun shrilly choked, spraying slobbery chunks of the Cronut in Kiraburu’s direction.
“This cronut guy is a cro-nutbar,” Vi-Poi chuckled to Pip as he walked back to his new friend. He was still a little worried about Jiang, but now he was kinda more worried about Kiraburu, who hadn’t yet discovered the delicate difference between acting and hamming.
Vi-Poi tapped the kneeling Kiraburu on the shoulder, “Hey man, I got your Jollywood Award for Best Actor,” He said, voice dripping with sarcasm. He nodded towards his pink tagalong. “This here is Pip. He doesn’t talk much.” Grinning, Vi-Poi leaned forward on the toes of his sneakers, blocking his mouth with a hand to whisper, “I think his carer up and left him, so we might want to look out for him a while.” Vi-Poi glanced back to Pip and gave a reassuring wink before stepping between Jiang and Kiraburu, ribbing the teenaged girl with a light elbow. “Never seen a cut before, huh? You had like, the biggest bug eyes. So big, your sunglasses didn’t really hide them.” He tilted his head up enough to gauge her reaction while keeping his expression in the shadow of his ridiculously large sunhat. Like the frumpy detectives in cop shows, he had a hunch. Jiang had a fascination with the blood, not an aversion to it. A fascination like a fat kid in a candy shop.
The path towards the Freeza’s Arcosian Ice Cream kiosk was quieter than the rest of the kiosks, as even sunny North Cap days like today weren’t so hot. It was a straight shot from here to froze-cone heaven, though Vi-Poi could squint out a worrying sign that read 'Blood Drive! Donate Blood Today! North City Blood Bank' with an arrow pointing towards a large peppermint-striped pavilion. If this Jiang was as obsessed with blood as he thought, she might go all goo-goo.
He looked over to his unlikely companions, seeing if the Cronut thing was resolved. “Y'all still want froze-cones, right?”
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Post by Kiraburu Sarutobi on May 6, 2017 5:17:01 GMT
Kira opened one of his eyes and peeked at Yun surreptitiously, holding his bleeding arm dramatically towards the son and allowing the blood to flow dramatically into small red pools. Yeah, Yun probably wouldn't give into his incredible acting performance but he needed to see the reactions of his new friends. He had no idea who these people were and perhaps a similar sense of humor was something they shared collectively. In spite of this, something about Jiang Shi threw Kira for a loop. Was it the pasty skin, disposition to avoiding the sun, or the coolest reflective shades he'd ever had the pleasure of experiencing. He turned towards her, seeing her entranced expression and winked with Kira's signature smirk before standing and forcing Ki into the wound to rejuvenate his cells and staunch his wounds.
"I don’t think a weird donut is going to fix your hand. You probably need stitches or something..." Jiang said regaining some of her composure. He smiled at her and said, "You'd be surprise the pain tolerance you gain from just being in the North. Especially the mountains over yonder," he stated matter'o'factly gesturing in a general direction. "It's not a big deal."
Kira smiled at Yun now, looking at the man who so desperately wanted to hold onto every mote of currency made available and quickly stole Jiang's hat from atop her head, did a standard cowboy-like nod in Yun's direction and promptly adorned the girl with it once again. He'd have liked to play with the ridiculous hat a little longer but if the girl had been so desperate to find a hat, it was probably keen to her survival.
Vi popped up once again; seemingly out of no where, he stood next to Kira. "Hey man, I got your Jollywood Award for Best Actor," Kira didn't exactly here what Vi had said after that but it probably wasn't the nicest of comments seeming as how this was laced with the deadly-green venom known as sarcasm. He started talking to Jiang again and Kira turned to Pip, who stood stoiclly without the child he'd been escorting earlier. Kira extended a hand politely. "Hi there, I'm Kiraburu. Kira's preferable though. People tend to trip over there words if they try to say the full name too many times."
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Post by Pip on May 14, 2017 13:27:10 GMT
"Annoying.." muttered Pip, who now after enduring the vendor's cult-like preaching of his donut or whatever it was called, begun to yell about other random things, like health regulations. Pip had a low amount of tolerance for people like the cronut vendor (annoying, loud individuals). Pip reared his head slightly, listening to ViPoi as he walked away and flung some sort of insult at the vendor, before turning his head back and staring at the vendor creepily.
(sorry for the small post, didn't want to keep everybody waiting anymore so i just decided to post what i could).
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Jiang Shi
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Post by Jiang Shi on May 16, 2017 20:53:58 GMT
Jiang let out a sigh and shook her head as Kira just sort of waved off the dangers present in his wound, at the very least he seemed confident that he was going to be fine and it seemed that she was gaining a reasonable measure of control over herself again if for no reason other than the sheer ridiculousness of everything else going on.
Jiang shifted awkwardly as the guy with the big hat brought up her reaction to Kira’s wound “Er… sorta.. I uh blood just sort of weirds me out ya’know?” Jiang said giving a half-hearted shrug and debating a good way to change the subject as quickly as possible, it was then that faster than she could react Kira snatched her hat off her head.
While the sun was not directly threatening to her livelihood it was most certainly not pleasant and the sudden influx of direct sunlight caused Jiang to yelp in what she hoped the others would just assume to be surprise but thankfully as quick as he stole her hat he placed it back on her head skewing her hair a bit.
“Could you NOT!” Jiang said as she recovered adjusting her hair and hat and fixing him with a vicious glare. At the very least that was likely to be the worst of it, with any luck they would not encounter any more blood and the weird hat-guy’s suggestion of Froze-Cones would hopefully keep things that way.
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Vi-Poi
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Post by Vi-Poi on May 17, 2017 7:12:40 GMT
Vi-Poi made a grimace of commiseration at Jiang’s explanation. “Oh yeah, it weirds me out too. Like, why can’t everyone just have nice and clean and dry circuits like those androids, am I right?” He gave a nervous little chuckle at his own jokey question and jogged on towards Freeza’s (past the Blood Drive! Donate Blood Today! North City Blood Bank sign). A heady sort of hunger was making his robotic stomach growl. Inside the cheerfully-striped tent was a not-so-cheerful Arcosian girl wearing an apron and a paper hat, slugging out froze-cone after froze-cone to a small crowd of customers.
She glanced up at Vi-Poi with dread-filled eyes. “The line starts there,” She sighed, vaguely gesturing with her tail towards the disorderly ball of people.
“Thanks!” Vi-Poi waved, moseying over to the back of the crowd. He turned to a big guy in a leather hoverbiker jacket next to him while he waited for the others to come in. “So, uh, what are you getting?”
Vi-Poi was going to get the Saiyaberries n Cream.
The big gruff guy stared down at him, his face concealed by huge walrus mustaches and glowing green goggles. “Buzz off, dweeb.” The hoverbiker said.
Vi-Poi stuck out his tongue and gave a loud raspberry, ducking the biker’s reprising paw swipe before hopping towards the tent entrance, steading his big sunhat. All in all, this was turning out to be one of the most relaxed days he’d had in quite a while. And what was better, he’d made a couple new friends. He was surprised that nothing had burst, caught on fire, or gotten blown to smithereens.
Usually when he met new and interesting people, at least one of them wanted to destroy the world. ( Pip , yer up! )
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Post by Pip on May 19, 2017 3:16:08 GMT
(I don't necessarily have anything to do this post around so just skip me).
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Post by Kiraburu Sarutobi on May 20, 2017 23:10:53 GMT
Kira strode in the general direction of Freeza's with Vi. The colorful tent seemed to jostle just as much as the people inside. A loud group seemed to be clamoring just for a taste of the apparently legendary froze cones. He had no idea they were this popular. Of course he had no money but it probably would've been fun to see inside for a second. He walked in and was immediately greeted by the same group that Vi had been. Kira chuckled to himself and sat down at a small table with a few seats around it, a happy looking Acrosian was stuck onto the side of the napkin dispenser. "Freeza's Ice Cream" emblazoned on every napkin.
Kira leaned back in the chair, shivering slightly by the naturally cold air necessary for the establishment. He watched Vi scurry to the end of the line and almost get nailed by a beefy looking guy. He didn't think the person posed any sort of threat to Vi but apparently Vi's antagonizing personality got on the Bikers nerve. Ah well. Vi's fine so it's fine. Kira pulled a couple of the napkins out of the dispenser. The first one, folded into a dragon, he sat onto the dispenser itself and began the base steps for a crane. Lets see. Waterbomb base... then I fold this side this way... Kira looked at the annoyed acrosian girl standing behind the counter, the apron too colorful for her personality making a stark contrast to the rest of the environment. Did the premise that "part time jobs build character" stretch that far across the galaxy? He assumed not everyone could just go on random adventures at every point of the given day like most of the people he knew. He looked back on the acrosian, who honestly looked on the brink of snapping. His vision shifted to a glinting object on the ground. A zeni. What luck! But wait... someone else needed luck today. He looked at the counter and spied a clear plastic container that was as empty as the Acrosians eyes. He strode over and forced his way through the crowd, elboing an understandably frustrated Namekian out of the way and dropped the Zeni into the container, relishing in the satisfying plink of it hitting the the bottom. Good deed of the day accomplished. He gave himself a mental high-five and sat back down in the cheap folding chair, putting the finishing touches on a paper crane.
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Post by Jiang Shi on May 26, 2017 5:14:35 GMT
It was pretty official now, today was just not her day. All she had wanted out of this visit was to grab something neat from the market and get a chance to really get back out into the world without the looming presence of Xian, a chance to just try to be normal again for a little bit, sure the sun was a bit of a problem and an occasional reminder but her hat did a great job of fixing that. BUT NOOOOOOOOOOO, apparently today was ALL THE BLOOD EVERYWHERE day as on the way to the froze-cone place they passed a large sign boldly declaring the presence of the local blood bank the proximity to which was just close enough for Jiang to catch the scent of blood, likely the blood actively being taken for the bank. It wasn't quite as potent as Kira’s had been, probably due to how close he was, but it was strangely almost more overpowering due to the volume of blood that was near. Just THINKING about how much there likely was made it hard for Jiang to follow after the others and even still as they left the presence of the sign and entered Freeza’s Jiang was feeling twitchy again. Jiangs return to being on edge and twitchy meant that Jiang was only sort-of paying to the antics of her new friends, only shaking herself out of it when the big biker guy grumpily told Vi to ‘buzz off’ and then took a swipe at him when Vi stuck his tongue out at him. Considering how weak Vi was (I mean she couldn't even catch a scent of his power around anyone else!) it was probably luck that got him out of the way. Jiang’s less-than-stellar mood was unwilling to let that attack slide, and as Vi slipped away Jiang stepped forward and decked the biker right in the nose before she could even think about stopping herself. "Shit" Jiang muttered almost immediately as she realized that decking a biker was probably NOT a good idea and a fight was most certainly NOT something she actually wanted right now.
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Vi-Poi
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Post by Vi-Poi on May 31, 2017 8:07:12 GMT
Vi-Poi got his Saiyaberries n Cream pretty quickly, actually. Beneath that bored and sullen look, the Arcosian ice-cream shucker was a real pro. She fluttered around the ice bar with an easy grace, dipping and dotting and lopping and waffling.
“Have a good day,” The Arcosian droned tonelessly to Vi-Poi as he paid and got his froze-cone, her half-lidded eyes already shifting to the next customer.
The azure android chewed on the cone of sweet superfluid, which was so chilly that a cloud of icy smoke wafted around his face as he ate. He glanced over at Kiriburu, who was making funny shapes out of napkins. Paper-folding. Dad used to do that.
“Not getting anything?” He asks Kiriburu, then lifts a shoulder in a shrug, turning to Jiang to ask where Pip was… except Jiang was punching that walrus biker in the face!
“Whoa, whoa!” Vi-Poi yelled, flickering, his big sunhat seesawing in the air.
He caught the biker with one arm, who was already in the flopping stage of being KO’ed. “Are you crazy?” Vi-Poi shifted the biker to the side, glaring. “You can kill somebody!” Pausing his outrage to take another bite of his froze-cone before it melted, he turned to examine the mustached meathead closely. He'd live.
“Hey, what gives!” The Arcosian ice cream girl yelled. She wasn’t bored anymore. “No fighting, or they won’t be any froze-cones – for any of you!”
Half a dozen hover-biker friends of didn't seem to care about ice cream. They were rushing at Jiang and Vi-Poi.
"But I didn't do anything!" Vi-Poi complained around a mouthful of froze-cone as a bear zoanthrope came at him with a chain.
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Post by Pip on May 31, 2017 19:31:26 GMT
After a long period of staring at the vendor and contemplating whether or not to kill him, pip decided it best to just leave him to his dealings whilst he went back to the bookstore where he'd left Nate. he soon arrived, noticing from outside that the inside of the shop was trashed. Pip entered, bells on the door alerting Nate to pip's presence. "Oh hey..... took you a while to remember I existed huh?" he asked, a bag halfway filled with items from the store, including the cash register in his hands. from the back of the store, pip heard the muffled sound of someone screaming. ".... is that.. the cashier?..." pip asked, slightly amused by the situation he'd walked into. "Yup..... i figured i'd just get a bunch of these books since you weren't here to decide which ones you wanted.... then I decided i didn't wanna pay for them.. so i tied up the cashier, gaged him, and threw him in the back" Nate explained, his hand reaching over to a shelf a grabbing the "smart-sounding" ones of off it and throwing them into his bag.
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Post by Kiraburu Sarutobi on Jun 2, 2017 6:03:55 GMT
The mood shifted almost immediately from frozen acrosian deliciousness to a walrus-man bellowing in angry frustration. For some reason, perhaps a random questioning of self-existentialism, Jiang had strode over to the large biker very casually and equally casually planted a fist firmly into his face. It was entertaining to say the least but probably not that great for anyone involved. Well how could that have possibly gone wrong Jiang?
Kira wondered what to do as he finished a paper tiger and imagined the incredible roaring sound bellowing from the tiny creature's paper lungs. The sound, only matched by the bellowing man, seemed to take physical form and flow into every corner of the room. As the rest of the bikers stood to join their disgraced brother Kira's imagine seemed to meltdown as he returned to reality. He looked over at the acrosian manning the helm of the frozen establishment and the seemingly uncaring emanating from it. If only the day had stayed as peaceful as it had started. Ah well...
In an instant Kira began charging bringing up his ki to the center of his chest. This would be really cool, or potentially traumatizing to a slew of unsuspecting bikers. Hopefully this would be good enough to stop Jiang's hot tempered nature. Folding at a blazing speed, looking like someone trying to translate fast paced rap lyrics into sign language, kira folded several paper shuriken and put them on the table just in case. Standing, Kira put out his hands and a the green blaze of his ki surrounded vi, the biker, and Jiang. (Had Pip been anywhere near it probably would've included him as well. Kira didn't particularly like the...pink thing called pip, but given the nature of a gentleman that needed to be followed in any situation, Kira acted polite nonetheless.) The green energy soon came together into glass-like hexagonal structures extending to just above biker. He held the Ki in his chest for future use, saving it for something that would be totally worth it if something happened. "If you three could refrain from starting bar fights I would greatly appreciate it."
KP: 1/3 Techniques used: - Ki barrier 33% for 1,878 PL.
- Air Bullets (with something cool) Chargin for 1 more turn.
OC note: ...yeah I wanted stuff to happen and that KP wasn't being used so here we are. Don't worry, not planning on killing anyone.
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