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Post by BACON on May 14, 2017 21:00:51 GMT
(Thread PL: 3135) BACON leaned back in its beach chair, sipping on a fruity drink with a plate of sausages in its lap. Recently, BACON had been doing a lot of work, terrorising many humans, bringing despair to many souls, all the things a self-respecting saibaman should do. But its work was very taxing, and it had decided to simply take a day to relax, having nothing but an ordinary day, for once. It picked up a sausage from its plate, biting into it as grease ran down its chin. BACON had discovered this miracle food known as sausage recently, and had been nearly addicted ever since. Suddenly, a group of children ran down the beach, knocking BACON's plate of sausage off of his lap, its sausages now laying on the dirty beach sand. BACON stood up, letting out a deep screech. "GIGIGIGIGGIGI!" It yelled, and began racing down the beach, easily catching up to the group of children. There were 3 of them, and BACON grabbed each of them by the scruff of their necks and ran into the ocean, floating on the top of the water as it ran, due to its speed. The children screamed as BACON ran, though it ignored them. When it had reached a relatively far distance from the shore, BACON spotted a rock, jutting out of the ocean and just big enough to support one large man... or 3 small children. It set the children down on the rock, and ran back to the shore. Running back to its beach chair, BACON prepared to assess the damage of its beloved sausages. It looked at them, hoping that they were unscathed, only to find that they were... covered in bird poop! "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! RAHVABAHBAHABAH!" BACON yelled, in despair. But at least, it seemed, its day couldn't get any worse.
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Post by Ryder on May 15, 2017 21:34:28 GMT
(Thread PL: NA [in PM we discussed not using Mechanics in this thread to allow for an interesting conflict? As it stands my lil’ ol’ 400 PL would be pretty meaningless lol.]Ryder lay sprawled out lazily on a beach towel under the partial shade of a sun-dampening parasol, soaking up softened rays of sunshine on the skin exposed by her white two piece bathing suit. Now that she had joined the Blue Banner Army at Tulip’s prodding, she finally felt like she didn’t need to push herself so hard. After a year of secluded meditation and Ki Cultivation, she deserved a break now and then. Where better to relax and kick back than at the beach? Sometimes things are too good to be true though. Just when she finally felt herself letting go of her worries and her stress… a grating and inhuman screech rang out in her ears. She looked up just in time to see a strange… thing… deposit a trio of children on a stone out in the surf. Not willing to see children drown on her watch the woman bounded to her feet, waiting until the creature was distracted with something on shore before she rushed towards the water. With every step she took, Ryder compressed her ki into her feet, spreading it out across the water’s surface before leaping off of it. She almost seemed to float from step to step, each movement carrying her a dozen meters or so. In the space of only a few breaths Ryder reached those terrified children on the rock, gently taking hold of them before bringing them back to shore. After depositing her wards, the woman made her way to where the creature hovered over his ruined sausages. “Did you really just throw a bunch of kids to the sea over some sausage?” OOC: Tags- BACON
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Post by BACON on May 16, 2017 0:04:37 GMT
BACON looked up, its mourning interrupted by... ANOTHER HUMAN?! First those kids had knocked over its sausages, and now it couldn't even give them a proper mourning without being interrupted by those humans?! The woman spoke to him, asking why it had set those kids out over the sausages, acting as though BACON were petty for doing so. Bu...Bu... BUT THOSE ARE BACON FAVORITE FOOD! BACON yelled telepathically, losing proper direction of its thoughts because it was so angry, and sending the message to everyone on the beach. Y...Y...YOU SO MEAN TO BACON! BACON charged at the woman, swing up and hitting the ground to propel itself with its hands, kicking her in the stomach with both of its feet. After that, BACON jumped off of the sand, jumping back about 3 metres. It then began a barrage of bullets, holding both of its wrist mounted guns out and rapidly firing many ki-infused bullets, hoping it would kill the mean lady.
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Post by Ryder on May 16, 2017 7:23:17 GMT
“Did you just talk into my head!?” inquired the stunned Ryder as she hastily threw her arms upwards, just barely managing to ablate the impact of the sudden drop kick to her stomach. No sooner did the little thing land than it pointed some kind of arm guns at her and began to fire. Swiftly the woman took a defensive stance, hands moving very little to block, twisting her head and arms out of the way of bullets that didn’t need to be blocked. “Look… Bacon? I’m not trying to pick on you so cease fire immediately, before you force me to retaliate. If you stop shooting, I’ll get you more sausage.” OOC: Tags- BACON
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Post by BACON on May 17, 2017 1:46:32 GMT
BACON ignored the woman inquiring about how it spoke, but it perked up at the mention of getting more sausage. Lowering its guns, it walked over to the woman, beginning to talk, still telepathically but focused now, only going to her. So you... give BACON more sausage? No lie? BACON asked, skeptical. Its experience with humans had been... shaky, at best. Generally it had gathered that they were not to be trusted, whatsoever. But this human, in her exasperation, seemed desperate enough to actually get BACON more sausage. Okay, BACON no hurt anymore human today, if it can come with you to get more sausage. Is deal good?
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Post by Ryder on May 20, 2017 2:25:41 GMT
“No lie little dude… Bacon, was it? You chill with Ryder and I’ll replace your lost Sausage. Who knows, if we get along well I just might treat you to some of my home made wild boar sausage” she teased playfully.” Extending her hand slowly and cautiously in offer of a handshake, the woman formally introduced herself. “Name’s Ryder, it’s a pleasure meeting you Bacon. Follow me” No sooner did the proffered handshake event end- succeed or fail- than Ryder spun on her heel and sauntered off towards one of the beach shacks selling grilled meats. Before long she had paid for the food from her Zeni Card [kept stored in her handy dandy Bra wallet]and proffered a fresh plate of sausage to Bacon with one hand while she held a huge kielbasa in her other. Without hesitation the woman stuffed her own sausage it into her mouth and gently bit into it, causing the hot juices and creamy filling to dribble down her chin. OOC: tags- BACON
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Post by BACON on May 21, 2017 2:23:01 GMT
Upon being offered a handshake, BACON suspiciously took the woman's hand, though its claws were only able to grip one finger to shake. She said her name was Ryder, and led BACON to a stand. It waited impatiently as the woman got the sausages, beginning to become bored. It started to walk away, prepared to break its deal, when Ryder turned around, handing it a plate of sausages. BACON sniffed at them, trying to make sure they weren't poison (though, of course, it wouldn't have been able to tell even if they were). Deciding they were safe, BACON swiftly grabbed the plate, digging into the sausages similarly to how a dog would, not even considering the use of its claws. As it ate, it spoke telepathically, Thank you for sausage! BACON remembered what Aubergine had taught it, not to eat like this, and picked its face up, grabbing one of the sausages to continue eating. It looked at the woman, prepared to follow her. Sure, she was a human, but she had bought it sausage, and that was good enough for BACON.
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Post by Ryder on May 27, 2017 22:49:18 GMT
After downing the first bite of sausage- not at all bothering to deal with the creamy juice dripping down her chin- Ryder turned to take a closer look at Bacon as he shifted to eating in a more sophisticated manner. “Don’t mention it Bacon” Ryder responded, casually reaching down with a light and gentle motion of her free hand, attempting to pat Bacon on the top of the head like one would a child. “Let’s not clutter the space here in front of this stand, there will be other customers.” Sauntering back towards her umbrella and beach towel, Ryder glanced back to see if Bacon was following. ~ Can I respond back to you with my mind as well?!~ she inquired. There were many questions she wanted to ask, questions that would be easier if she didn’t need to concern herself with who was listening. “Did it work?” OOC: Tags- BACON
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Post by BACON on May 28, 2017 17:56:42 GMT
BACON complied when Ryder said they should get out of the way of the stand, but as it was walking faster to get next to the human, it inadvertently dodged the pat on the head. Walking with Ryder to her beach towel, it heard nothing, at least, until the woman spoke, asking if "it" had worked. What? BACON replied, clearly confused. If "it" was some way to try to contact the cainaman, then she had failed in her attempts. Was Ryder... try talk to BACON? BACON somewhat shrugged off what the woman had been talking about after saying that, sitting down on what it thought was a beach chair. But, it was actually nothing. It fell down, the plate of sausages falling in the air. "No gigigiagain!" it screamed, grabbing the sausages that were rapidly descending towards the ground with telekinesis, ignoring the plate. Luckily, it was able to catch all the sausages, and the saibaman breathed a sigh of relief, pulling over a nearby beach chair with telekinesis (causing a similar thing that happened to it to happen to a child who was about to sit down in the chair) and sitting down. It took a bite of the sausage, and gave an audible sound of pleasure. All was right with the world again.
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Post by Ryder on May 28, 2017 19:49:11 GMT
Ryder couldn’t help but sigh to herself at recent events. Not only had she made a fool of herself by attempting to return a telepathic message- failing- and asking about it by voice, she also witnessed her newfound companion hijack a chair from a child.
“Bacon… do you have to be so… open and blatant about being a douchebag? I don’t really give a shit what you do, but the fewer people you piss off the easier your life will be. You dig?”
Reaching her partial shade umbrella, Ryder carefully sat down with one hand so as not to soil the half-eaten sausage in her other. Once more she bit into it, sending the creamy white juices dribbling down her chin. “I have to admit though, you’ve got pretty good taste. There are some really good food stands on this beech. So tell me Bacon, what exactly are you? Where do you come from?”
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Post by BACON on May 31, 2017 0:36:17 GMT
What is... douche? BACON asked after Ryder had called it such. It had not noticed the sigh she had let out, too oblivious to everything to think about it. When Ryder explained the fewer people one pissed off, the easier things would be, and BACON nodded. That seemed to make sense. But it was so hard to not piss people off! And pissing them off was so fun! BACON simply couldn't understand how exactly not to piss people off. But it would certainly try. BACON bit off a piece of sausage, and Ryder continued, asking exactly what BACON was. BACON is... BACON! But Aubergine say BACON is can-aye-men? And.. say-bab-man? And it come on place, long long way away. With big, big city, and little broken city. All over, was scary, lot of bad people. And bad people go to broken city, and try take good things. But lot of time, BACON and Aubergine get on big, big boat, and swim through black water, and go by big hot dot. Then, we go to little dot, not as hot, and beat up bad people, so that good people can have planet. Then, one day, Aubergine and BACON go to little dot, this little dot, right next to big white dot. Then, Aubergine fell asleep. He hasn't woken up, but BACON think he will, someday! BACON replied. And that was, as far as BACON knew, the truth.
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Post by Ryder on May 31, 2017 2:54:16 GMT
"This Aubergine person you speak of... was he like you? Or was he a big person? Was he family, or more… of a leader type person to you? Is he being treated in a hospital or a rejuvenation tank somewhere?”
Pausing a moment to gather her thoughts, Ryder went on to address the issue of a ‘douche.’
"It's another way to say a jerk. A person who treats other people poorly and pisses them off. If you're going to treat others like shit, you should be more subtle about it so you don't have to deal with the consequences. Like stealing that kids chair, that was something you shouldn't have done because it's too open and blatant.
"This is made worse by your nature as an alien. There are bound to be MANY people who would jump at the chance to punish an 'evil alien monster' as they would perceive you. So try to keep your dirty deeds down low, don't cheapen them and leave yourself vulnerable to violent reprisal. You're fairly strong, but there is always a bigger fish out there."
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Post by BACON on Jun 2, 2017 1:51:04 GMT
Aubergine was big man, like Ryder is, but taller, and stronger, BACON replied. It thought back to its old master: a tall, lanky saiyan, but still very strong. He wore... a brown coat over his battle armour... and carried a knife. Memories flooded back to BACON, of spending time with Aubergine, and going on missions with him. Upon Ryder's next question, BACON thought for a moment. What is hospital? it asked, confused. BACON sat next to Aubergine during nap, as it always does. But this nap was long, long time. A few men came later, and took Aubergine away, saying he was "Deed bood-aye." I think they were taking Aubergine to bed! But BACON can't find Aubergine bed, so it is doing things on its own to wait for master to wake up. When Ryder explained the definition of a douche, BACON listened intently, sure it was vital information. Upon the explanation, it looked puzzled. But BACON is just getting what it wants! it exclaimed. And what is alien? Is I alien because BACON is small? BACON was extremely confused now. What was with all these strange terms?
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Post by Ryder on Jun 2, 2017 18:30:34 GMT
“Alien is a term used for an outsider, someone who isn’t from the place that they are at. You and Aubergine came here on a spaceship from somewhere else right? That makes you an alien… although if he was from Earth before he got you then he wouldn’t be. As to your sleeping friend…” she paused, hesitating a moment as she pondered how to address this topic. “A hospital is a place where people who are hurt go to recover. People skilled in taking care of the injured tend to their wounds while they rest and recuperate. If someone falls asleep and stays asleep for days on end, that’s a condition called a coma and it requires treatment so the person doesn’t die of dehydration.
“Unfortunately… it sounds like Aubergine wasn’t in a coma at all. Those men said he was a dead body right? I’m afraid that means he won’t be coming back…”
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Post by BACON on Jun 3, 2017 1:25:43 GMT
What does you mean? BACON inquired. Of course Aubergine come back! Aubergine is BACON best good friend! Aubergine never leave BACON forever! BACON was confused. Aubergine would never leave BACON, not forever, even if he was in this "coma"! Moving on, BACON began to speak, Ryder say that alien is someone not from here. Aubergine is from other big dot in sky, so Aubergine is alien. Is that why people say he is dee-dead body? Maybe because he is alien, they didn't like him, so they took him away! the cainaman reasoned. To it, the logic made perfect sense, and perhaps it really did. Humans didn't like aliens, which meant that they might say Aubergine was "dead" so they could get rid of him! Ryder, BACON sent telepathically, BACON like you. Most human is hate BACON, and is mean to it, but you is nice. The saibaman leaned back in its chair. This new friend was great: almost as good as Aubergine was.
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