Post by Quince on Feb 27, 2015 6:19:41 GMT
((Sorry for putting it in the wrong spot earlier~))
Meow.
Yes, today, instead of hearing of mighty beasts and powerful heroes, today we have a different story. The story of Quince... the kitty-ditty. Our story begins in some random alleyway. Most alleyways are random. Anywho, in this alleyway, the notorious crime gangs of the city were dealing drugs. Yes, the feral alley cats were giving catnip to children! Most of these crimicats didn't have homes to go to, and resorted to a life of crime to make it past the day. For the moment, though, the five gangster-cats hid behind, or inside, either of the two bins as they waited for someone to fall into their trap. Meanwhile, the Mayor's cat and his mate strode down the alleyway, ready to come out on the other side, when-!
Suddenly, five cats jumped out at them. The female that was being ambushed, Lady Kuddles, had a lovely white fur, while her partner, Sir Sirington the Third, had a splotchy effect of white, black and gray. And a top-hat. And a monocle. They all looked like generic black cats, but one was clearly the leader, he had white splotches around his face that made it look like he had an evil mustache and angry eye-brows. With a knife-like claw, he hissed at the scared wealthy family.
"Nyah! We didn't do anything, just leave us alone!"
"No can do, your Lady-Friend has some pretty jewelry I want..."
The slick cat pointed over to a cheap fish-shaped 2D emblem with 'Kuddles' clearly displayed on it, which also had a bell on it, both attached to her collar.
"You wouldn't dare!"
"That's just it, miss. I will."
With a quick swipe of his claw, her collar broke open as the mischievous cat-burglar reaped his prize. A shiny silver fish. He laughed to himself slightly, happy that he had what he had.
"Alright, boys," she started, as his associated brought out their water pistols, "Kill the witnesses."
As the two victcats cuddled each other in their last moments, they couldn't help but wonder what it was. A horrible, hummed, off-tune rendition of the Superman theme song. Meanwhile, running around the corner, was a bluey-green obese kitten, panting from the short distance of running, wearing his bedsheets as a cape and a tie with two wholes in it as a mask that fell off every few seconds. In his hand was a brown pole, and strapped on his back was an odd looking fan that often fell off. The criminals burst out laughing. "Get your paws off them! I am Quince, here to save the day! I am the Hope of the Universe, and-... uh..." he said, getting out his speech he writ, with a crayon, on a used tissue, "Ally to good, nightmare to mew! Get it? it's like 'you', but it's also like 'meow'. It's a cat pun!"
Uh... what? The largest of the criminals was unusually large and held a water pistol in his hand. He motioned for him to bug off with a certain finger motion. Quince, knowing that this was supposed to be rude, as he had been showed it many times, pointed his pole at his face as nothing happened. Quince began to hit it. "Silly thing isn't working..." As the cats looked on in confusion, Quince hit it as it extended in one end, hitting him in the left hip as he screeched in pain as fur on the parts that were hit slowly changed color into a red. There was a silent, yet very high-pitched noise coming from him as he squealed in pain and commenced to writhe in pain on the floor. Power Level of 10, if you were wondering.
Seeing that a certain liquid that rhymes with fluorine was dripping from his nether-lands, he suddenly got up and covered the area with his towel-cape, hoping they wouldn't notice. It commenced to get soaked. He awkwardly 'ehhh'ed. The Tomcats, having had absolutely no idea what the bloody hell just happened, commenced to shoot an extreme amount of water at him, a sure drenching. Thinking quickly, he quickly got the fan attached to his back, but it wasn't any ordinary fan. It was the Bansho Fan! Yes, that one! With a swipe, extreme winds were created! The zephyr had been unleashed, as all of the water had been sent to the cats, including Lady Kuddles and Sir Sirington the third as their fur became wet and heavy. With a surge of confidence, he bop'd all the baddies on their heads with the Power Pole. Today had been a victorious day for good!
Quince stood on his own two legs, something he'd rather do if he would only use four. He looked up the Karin-To and saw no end. So, was this his daddies home? It's unnecessarily tall and has a complete lack of cat puns. Oh well, he decided he should climb in anyway. After all, what mysterious artifacts would be up there? He looked up with closed eyes and saw a room at it's peak, and a strange thingy-ma-jingy further upwards, but strange mystical defenses stopped him from seeing any more. Looking back down again, he gripped the tower's very start with his back left paw, stepped up and tried to grab a protrusion, but his grip failed him as he fell into the grass with a small thud. This was going to take a while to climb, he decided, so he clicked his BaoPod open and started to listen 'I'll make make a cat out of you' from Meowlan. Yes. I know.
With a mighty charge, he jumped straight into the tower before sliding down with pain. I don't think he knows how to climb. With another burst of energy, he tried to grip by clawing into the stone... It didn't work. Jumping up a few meters, he failed to get a grip and fell straight back down for the fourth time. This was going to take a while...
Gaining an idea, he put his hands at the top of the Power Pole and but the bottom to the ground, and due to however it works, made it extend. Within a second, Quince was clinging for his life, flying directly upwards. After speeding upwards, he missed his target, rather hitting his head at the bottom of another structure, known as the Look-out... he then commenced to slide to the bottom, gaining a burn from the friction, before losing his grip, comically falling all the way down Roadrunner-style in a poof, before a falling Power Pole hit him on the head... strange. While he was up there, he though he heard someone rambling about apples. Must have been his imagination. After eating one of the three birds circling around his head, his decided to go again!
He walked over and gained some distance, half a kilometer or so... before charging, putting all of his energy into one sprint! Not much energy to begin with, but still. And around half-way there, he brought the Pole Pole to the floor, extended it, and planned to use it as a pole-vault. A Power-Pole-vault. Horrible idea on his part. He, again, was sent flying, but learnt from his mistake and stopped the elongation around the Karin-To's peak. That's Korin's Tower for all of you Funanimation peeps.
Almost there, almost there, almost there. Just a few more seconds and he'd be safely sent directly into the door... almost there, almost there, almost there... before the pole slipped. His eyes opened in shock as he was sent off course. No, if he jumped, he could make it! As it fell in the wrong direction, he timed himself and jumped at the exact right time... if only his hind legs were more powerful. Falling a meter short, using silly anime logic he somehow caught the Pole again and safely descended to his original position... somehow.
Having an extremely short Power-Pole in his hands, he considered ways to get up there without it. Little did he know a little person was behind him. He jumped on his tail.
"Yellow Kitty! I'm going to bring you home and name you Whiskers!"
Quince then commenced to spurt a number of profanities, but to the child who used a leaf as underpants, it merely sounded like some meows as he dragged him off to his encampment. Unluckily for Quince, the child took an odd path, resulting in Quince often hitting his head on logs, sticks, vines, poison ivy and the odd bear trap here and there.
After finally making it to the destination, the child chucked him onto the ground. He was battered, gnawed on and bleeding everywhere except his nose, something very unlike Quince. But when the people, the elder villagers, looked upon the cat, they looked on in amazement. They then commenced to drop on their knees... "Oh, Almighty Senbyo, what brings you to our humble abode?"
"Eggrmmrmrnrm, what?"
"Umm... Senbyo, Lord?"
If you hadn't figured it out by now, Senbyo means Cat Hermit. Quince came to his senses as he stepped up and looked around to see a dozen worried faces and one young playful one. They began to speak amongst themselves in some strange native language. Their tribe worshipped multiple deities, most of which derived from real ones a few thousand years prior. Their totem poles all had cats over them, and they often named their children after cat species, and their leaders were renamed after bigger cats. The scary kind. In fact, cats were seen as gods, and it was said their chief deity rode on a Horse made out of Golden Heavens, a sword that could extend, and magical seeds that turned mortals into cats and cats into god-cats. They got it so wrong. Of course, the child was simply just a stupid kid who probably lived on a diet of boogers. After coming to some kind of agreement, they all turned at the same time. Hilarity is sure to ensue.
"We have come to an agreement. Who are you?"
"I'm Quince!"
"... Why are you here?"
"Just 'coz."
"Really?"
"Na..."
"Then why ARE you here?"
"Family business. I need to get to the top of that Karin-To, Korin Tower whatevza."
"Have you tried using the ladder?"
THERE'S A LADDER?"
"Yes. The one clearly labelled 'ladder'."
"Who in their right mind would make a ladder there?"
"The people trying to get up there, perhaps. Too bad it only goes half-way."
"Phew. If it went all the way up, I'd be seriously worried. What about the Senzu Beans?"
"The senzu seeds? What about them?"
"Well, I don't want my house raided!"
"Korin Tower is your house?"
"Ya."
They then commenced to drop down, chanting some sort of chant. Ok, that's weird. What were they going to do next, offer sacrifices? Holy hell they probably would! He can't have that, murder is a bad-bad!
"Please, forgive my son for his stupidity! We are your followers, Quince, son of Korin!"
That's strange. How did they know he was the son of Korin?
"Uhh, sure, whatever, but I have, uh, One Holy Law for you all the follow! No sacrifices, m'kay?"
"Of course, just don't kill us..."
Quince wasn't exactly listening, he was preoccupied with the important task of checking out their women, before snapping back to reality, although often coming back to the eye glue.
"Yeah, sure. I need to go now..."
Quince then commenced to turn tail and run. Phew. Glad I'm away from those creeps. Clearly seeing the ladder now, he put a paw on and noticed the severe structural instability. He carefully took another step up. And another. And another. And another. Another. Another. 'Nother. 'Nother. 'Nuva. Holy hell this'll take a while.
After having made it half way, it had, as said, stopped. How was he going to get up now? Ah, to heck with it. "Flying Nimbus, come to me!"
Quince, full of confidence, jumped off the ladder, oblivious to the possibility that the Nimbus atop the tower doesn't recognize him as it's ruler... or something along those lines. So he simply fell down an extremely high distance, cartoon-style. Again. Poof. After having climbed again, he climbed the weak wooden ladder that was constructed likely within a few years. If, at the top of the tower, lies Korin, why wouldn't you try to make it up? Because apparently climbing was too hard. He tried to grip the stone, and it worked. With another far grab, he was moving. His legs shifted as his arms had as he slowly scaled the tower... they must have put a bunch of goo at the bottom portion, because it's way easier now! Another grab, another strike! Judging from the size of the tower and how fast he's moving, he tried to calculate the time it'd be when he gets there. He quit immediately, but I can tell you that it'd 6:30 when he gets there. That's not long! Too bad it's PM. Saturday. In a week. Next year.
After five minutes, he'd barely traveled a meter and he was already puffing for air. Feeling he wasn't cut out for physical exercise, he then commenced to Power Pole this way up... and it worked!
Quince made it into the door, huffing and puffing on the floor as he pulled himself further and further inwards... his Omnoculation was now allowing him to actually see the room. What was this? Trembling over to the center of the room on all-fours, he stood up and saw an oddly-shaped staff. It was similar to the Power-Pole, but it had imperfections in it's wood, signs of age, and at it's peak was a strange thingy-ma-jig.
Meow, Part 2
Last time, on Dragon BaoZ:
It reminded him of corn, sorta. That was a weird piece of wood. Was this daddy's stick? Quince also soon noticed something atop the stick... Oh, good! I am thirsty!
Taking the kettle off of the hook, she looked inside. Yep! That's water! The kettle was of a clay-color, and ha a red emblem on it with some sort of writing. He was never all too good with Kanji, but he was sure it probably meant 'Drink me! I'm delicious water!', and not something like 'Warning!'. Taking a cup, she poured it inside. Looks like water, smells like water, sounds like water, feels like water, so it may as well be water! But, as the Rules of Misfortune dictates, you all very well know otherwise... because it's ACTUALLY Apple Cordial! Strange, I've never seen purple water before. Taking a gulp and not stopping, he victoriously slammed the bottle on the table as the rush flowed in. Oh, that's not too bad, tastes pretty good, actually with a minty quali-OH MY KAMI HELP ME IT TASTES LIKE DEATH.
He writhed in pain as he dropped to the ground, hands around his neck as he tried to make it past the day. Come on! You can do it! His life commenced to flash before his eyes, but he didn't exactly notice it, considering there was only half a year of nothingness going on. He then commenced to jump up...
And cheered! With a mighty roar his Power Level jumped from one and a half to one and a half hundred. But then he did something stupid. See, he doesn't learn from his mistakes, as such... as he poured the rest of it down his greedy mouth... and commencing to scream in pain. He put his hands around his mouth as he tried to deal with the Imminent Death he was feeling... his life uninterestingly swept past him, but it was too short and uneventful to see. Was he going to die this day? Yeah, probably. At least he can die in peace, knowing he didn't leave the oven on. And then he smiled, as everything faded to black...
"I'll say~"
He then commenced to wake up. And scream. Oh Kami, those eyes! Quince didn't like it at all as he jumped up immediately in pure terror. His Power Level, however... it went from one and a half to one hundred and fifty, and from one hundred and fifty to whatever the hell it is now. If you hadn't guessed already, what Quince had drunk was the Ultra Divine Water. Feel free to Wiki that one up, I'm waiting. Feeling the power coursing through his veins, he decided against murdering everything and rather do something slightly more evil to celebrate the new-found power! Peeking on cute gals.
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Looking around his newfound home, he noticed a few pot-plants here and there. These must be the Senzu Beans... imagine how much zeni he could make from them! He could buy a girlfriend or something! Shame, and after all this time of abandonment, they still had not grown!
Hey, wasn't the Nimbus supposed to be around here or something? Moving into some random room, he noticed there was, indeed, a cloud. It was yellow, and it gave Quince a funny look with the face it didn't have. Stepping up to it, Quince found a small wooden stair-stand and stepped up to be able to go onto the Flying Nimbus... he jumped!... And went straight through it.
You see, only those with a Pure Heart can actually use the Flying Nimbus. Even if you're mostly good, but not completely, you'll fall straight through. Perversion has a cost, you know. Not exactly any benefit, either. Opening a chest, a gust of dust covered him as he coughed profusely. It opened to reveal... some experiments. Let's see, there's some convenient labelling... 'Senzu Beer'. 'Senzu Salad'. 'Senzu Sauce'. 'Senzu Power-Drink'. 'Senzu Cereal'. 'Medical Senzu Paste'. Quince picked up a tin of one of them and looked at the ingredients, noticing the mass amount of sugar and barely any senzu extract.
Quince slammed the chest as a flood of dust covered his body, before moving over to another chest and opening it up. Ah, this would fit him better. A dark cloud flew out of the chest as it looked menacing and evil! What dark plans could it hold? Quince then commenced to drench it in yellow paint. The soaking evilness of evil evil of the Dark Nimbus, you can Wiki that too, had now become as yellow as the standard! Jumping on it, it supported his weight and didn't drop him. You see, the Dark Nimbus will carry even those of Impure Hearts! Probably not as good as the original, however...
He then commenced to fly around the air'n'stuff! And seriously, what the hell is that thing on top of his tower? If there was someone there, they'd better have some rent ready to give!
Meow.
Yes, today, instead of hearing of mighty beasts and powerful heroes, today we have a different story. The story of Quince... the kitty-ditty. Our story begins in some random alleyway. Most alleyways are random. Anywho, in this alleyway, the notorious crime gangs of the city were dealing drugs. Yes, the feral alley cats were giving catnip to children! Most of these crimicats didn't have homes to go to, and resorted to a life of crime to make it past the day. For the moment, though, the five gangster-cats hid behind, or inside, either of the two bins as they waited for someone to fall into their trap. Meanwhile, the Mayor's cat and his mate strode down the alleyway, ready to come out on the other side, when-!
Suddenly, five cats jumped out at them. The female that was being ambushed, Lady Kuddles, had a lovely white fur, while her partner, Sir Sirington the Third, had a splotchy effect of white, black and gray. And a top-hat. And a monocle. They all looked like generic black cats, but one was clearly the leader, he had white splotches around his face that made it look like he had an evil mustache and angry eye-brows. With a knife-like claw, he hissed at the scared wealthy family.
"Nyah! We didn't do anything, just leave us alone!"
"No can do, your Lady-Friend has some pretty jewelry I want..."
The slick cat pointed over to a cheap fish-shaped 2D emblem with 'Kuddles' clearly displayed on it, which also had a bell on it, both attached to her collar.
"You wouldn't dare!"
"That's just it, miss. I will."
With a quick swipe of his claw, her collar broke open as the mischievous cat-burglar reaped his prize. A shiny silver fish. He laughed to himself slightly, happy that he had what he had.
"Alright, boys," she started, as his associated brought out their water pistols, "Kill the witnesses."
As the two victcats cuddled each other in their last moments, they couldn't help but wonder what it was. A horrible, hummed, off-tune rendition of the Superman theme song. Meanwhile, running around the corner, was a bluey-green obese kitten, panting from the short distance of running, wearing his bedsheets as a cape and a tie with two wholes in it as a mask that fell off every few seconds. In his hand was a brown pole, and strapped on his back was an odd looking fan that often fell off. The criminals burst out laughing. "Get your paws off them! I am Quince, here to save the day! I am the Hope of the Universe, and-... uh..." he said, getting out his speech he writ, with a crayon, on a used tissue, "Ally to good, nightmare to mew! Get it? it's like 'you', but it's also like 'meow'. It's a cat pun!"
Uh... what? The largest of the criminals was unusually large and held a water pistol in his hand. He motioned for him to bug off with a certain finger motion. Quince, knowing that this was supposed to be rude, as he had been showed it many times, pointed his pole at his face as nothing happened. Quince began to hit it. "Silly thing isn't working..." As the cats looked on in confusion, Quince hit it as it extended in one end, hitting him in the left hip as he screeched in pain as fur on the parts that were hit slowly changed color into a red. There was a silent, yet very high-pitched noise coming from him as he squealed in pain and commenced to writhe in pain on the floor. Power Level of 10, if you were wondering.
Seeing that a certain liquid that rhymes with fluorine was dripping from his nether-lands, he suddenly got up and covered the area with his towel-cape, hoping they wouldn't notice. It commenced to get soaked. He awkwardly 'ehhh'ed. The Tomcats, having had absolutely no idea what the bloody hell just happened, commenced to shoot an extreme amount of water at him, a sure drenching. Thinking quickly, he quickly got the fan attached to his back, but it wasn't any ordinary fan. It was the Bansho Fan! Yes, that one! With a swipe, extreme winds were created! The zephyr had been unleashed, as all of the water had been sent to the cats, including Lady Kuddles and Sir Sirington the third as their fur became wet and heavy. With a surge of confidence, he bop'd all the baddies on their heads with the Power Pole. Today had been a victorious day for good!
Quince stood on his own two legs, something he'd rather do if he would only use four. He looked up the Karin-To and saw no end. So, was this his daddies home? It's unnecessarily tall and has a complete lack of cat puns. Oh well, he decided he should climb in anyway. After all, what mysterious artifacts would be up there? He looked up with closed eyes and saw a room at it's peak, and a strange thingy-ma-jingy further upwards, but strange mystical defenses stopped him from seeing any more. Looking back down again, he gripped the tower's very start with his back left paw, stepped up and tried to grab a protrusion, but his grip failed him as he fell into the grass with a small thud. This was going to take a while to climb, he decided, so he clicked his BaoPod open and started to listen 'I'll make make a cat out of you' from Meowlan. Yes. I know.
With a mighty charge, he jumped straight into the tower before sliding down with pain. I don't think he knows how to climb. With another burst of energy, he tried to grip by clawing into the stone... It didn't work. Jumping up a few meters, he failed to get a grip and fell straight back down for the fourth time. This was going to take a while...
Gaining an idea, he put his hands at the top of the Power Pole and but the bottom to the ground, and due to however it works, made it extend. Within a second, Quince was clinging for his life, flying directly upwards. After speeding upwards, he missed his target, rather hitting his head at the bottom of another structure, known as the Look-out... he then commenced to slide to the bottom, gaining a burn from the friction, before losing his grip, comically falling all the way down Roadrunner-style in a poof, before a falling Power Pole hit him on the head... strange. While he was up there, he though he heard someone rambling about apples. Must have been his imagination. After eating one of the three birds circling around his head, his decided to go again!
He walked over and gained some distance, half a kilometer or so... before charging, putting all of his energy into one sprint! Not much energy to begin with, but still. And around half-way there, he brought the Pole Pole to the floor, extended it, and planned to use it as a pole-vault. A Power-Pole-vault. Horrible idea on his part. He, again, was sent flying, but learnt from his mistake and stopped the elongation around the Karin-To's peak. That's Korin's Tower for all of you Funanimation peeps.
Almost there, almost there, almost there. Just a few more seconds and he'd be safely sent directly into the door... almost there, almost there, almost there... before the pole slipped. His eyes opened in shock as he was sent off course. No, if he jumped, he could make it! As it fell in the wrong direction, he timed himself and jumped at the exact right time... if only his hind legs were more powerful. Falling a meter short, using silly anime logic he somehow caught the Pole again and safely descended to his original position... somehow.
Having an extremely short Power-Pole in his hands, he considered ways to get up there without it. Little did he know a little person was behind him. He jumped on his tail.
"Yellow Kitty! I'm going to bring you home and name you Whiskers!"
Quince then commenced to spurt a number of profanities, but to the child who used a leaf as underpants, it merely sounded like some meows as he dragged him off to his encampment. Unluckily for Quince, the child took an odd path, resulting in Quince often hitting his head on logs, sticks, vines, poison ivy and the odd bear trap here and there.
After finally making it to the destination, the child chucked him onto the ground. He was battered, gnawed on and bleeding everywhere except his nose, something very unlike Quince. But when the people, the elder villagers, looked upon the cat, they looked on in amazement. They then commenced to drop on their knees... "Oh, Almighty Senbyo, what brings you to our humble abode?"
"Eggrmmrmrnrm, what?"
"Umm... Senbyo, Lord?"
If you hadn't figured it out by now, Senbyo means Cat Hermit. Quince came to his senses as he stepped up and looked around to see a dozen worried faces and one young playful one. They began to speak amongst themselves in some strange native language. Their tribe worshipped multiple deities, most of which derived from real ones a few thousand years prior. Their totem poles all had cats over them, and they often named their children after cat species, and their leaders were renamed after bigger cats. The scary kind. In fact, cats were seen as gods, and it was said their chief deity rode on a Horse made out of Golden Heavens, a sword that could extend, and magical seeds that turned mortals into cats and cats into god-cats. They got it so wrong. Of course, the child was simply just a stupid kid who probably lived on a diet of boogers. After coming to some kind of agreement, they all turned at the same time. Hilarity is sure to ensue.
"We have come to an agreement. Who are you?"
"I'm Quince!"
"... Why are you here?"
"Just 'coz."
"Really?"
"Na..."
"Then why ARE you here?"
"Family business. I need to get to the top of that Karin-To, Korin Tower whatevza."
"Have you tried using the ladder?"
THERE'S A LADDER?"
"Yes. The one clearly labelled 'ladder'."
"Who in their right mind would make a ladder there?"
"The people trying to get up there, perhaps. Too bad it only goes half-way."
"Phew. If it went all the way up, I'd be seriously worried. What about the Senzu Beans?"
"The senzu seeds? What about them?"
"Well, I don't want my house raided!"
"Korin Tower is your house?"
"Ya."
They then commenced to drop down, chanting some sort of chant. Ok, that's weird. What were they going to do next, offer sacrifices? Holy hell they probably would! He can't have that, murder is a bad-bad!
"Please, forgive my son for his stupidity! We are your followers, Quince, son of Korin!"
That's strange. How did they know he was the son of Korin?
"Uhh, sure, whatever, but I have, uh, One Holy Law for you all the follow! No sacrifices, m'kay?"
"Of course, just don't kill us..."
Quince wasn't exactly listening, he was preoccupied with the important task of checking out their women, before snapping back to reality, although often coming back to the eye glue.
"Yeah, sure. I need to go now..."
Quince then commenced to turn tail and run. Phew. Glad I'm away from those creeps. Clearly seeing the ladder now, he put a paw on and noticed the severe structural instability. He carefully took another step up. And another. And another. And another. Another. Another. 'Nother. 'Nother. 'Nuva. Holy hell this'll take a while.
After having made it half way, it had, as said, stopped. How was he going to get up now? Ah, to heck with it. "Flying Nimbus, come to me!"
Quince, full of confidence, jumped off the ladder, oblivious to the possibility that the Nimbus atop the tower doesn't recognize him as it's ruler... or something along those lines. So he simply fell down an extremely high distance, cartoon-style. Again. Poof. After having climbed again, he climbed the weak wooden ladder that was constructed likely within a few years. If, at the top of the tower, lies Korin, why wouldn't you try to make it up? Because apparently climbing was too hard. He tried to grip the stone, and it worked. With another far grab, he was moving. His legs shifted as his arms had as he slowly scaled the tower... they must have put a bunch of goo at the bottom portion, because it's way easier now! Another grab, another strike! Judging from the size of the tower and how fast he's moving, he tried to calculate the time it'd be when he gets there. He quit immediately, but I can tell you that it'd 6:30 when he gets there. That's not long! Too bad it's PM. Saturday. In a week. Next year.
After five minutes, he'd barely traveled a meter and he was already puffing for air. Feeling he wasn't cut out for physical exercise, he then commenced to Power Pole this way up... and it worked!
Quince made it into the door, huffing and puffing on the floor as he pulled himself further and further inwards... his Omnoculation was now allowing him to actually see the room. What was this? Trembling over to the center of the room on all-fours, he stood up and saw an oddly-shaped staff. It was similar to the Power-Pole, but it had imperfections in it's wood, signs of age, and at it's peak was a strange thingy-ma-jig.
Meow, Part 2
Last time, on Dragon Bao
Quince made it into the door, huffing and puffing on the floor as he pulled himself further and further inwards... his Omnoculation was now allowing him to actually see the room. What was this? Trembling over to the center of the room on all-fours, he stood up and saw an oddly-shaped staff. It was similar to the Power-Pole, but it had imperfections in it's wood, signs of age, and at it's peak was a strange thingy-ma-jig.
It reminded him of corn, sorta. That was a weird piece of wood. Was this daddy's stick? Quince also soon noticed something atop the stick... Oh, good! I am thirsty!
Taking the kettle off of the hook, she looked inside. Yep! That's water! The kettle was of a clay-color, and ha a red emblem on it with some sort of writing. He was never all too good with Kanji, but he was sure it probably meant 'Drink me! I'm delicious water!', and not something like 'Warning!'. Taking a cup, she poured it inside. Looks like water, smells like water, sounds like water, feels like water, so it may as well be water! But, as the Rules of Misfortune dictates, you all very well know otherwise... because it's ACTUALLY Apple Cordial! Strange, I've never seen purple water before. Taking a gulp and not stopping, he victoriously slammed the bottle on the table as the rush flowed in. Oh, that's not too bad, tastes pretty good, actually with a minty quali-OH MY KAMI HELP ME IT TASTES LIKE DEATH.
He writhed in pain as he dropped to the ground, hands around his neck as he tried to make it past the day. Come on! You can do it! His life commenced to flash before his eyes, but he didn't exactly notice it, considering there was only half a year of nothingness going on. He then commenced to jump up...
And cheered! With a mighty roar his Power Level jumped from one and a half to one and a half hundred. But then he did something stupid. See, he doesn't learn from his mistakes, as such... as he poured the rest of it down his greedy mouth... and commencing to scream in pain. He put his hands around his mouth as he tried to deal with the Imminent Death he was feeling... his life uninterestingly swept past him, but it was too short and uneventful to see. Was he going to die this day? Yeah, probably. At least he can die in peace, knowing he didn't leave the oven on. And then he smiled, as everything faded to black...
"I'll say~"
He then commenced to wake up. And scream. Oh Kami, those eyes! Quince didn't like it at all as he jumped up immediately in pure terror. His Power Level, however... it went from one and a half to one hundred and fifty, and from one hundred and fifty to whatever the hell it is now. If you hadn't guessed already, what Quince had drunk was the Ultra Divine Water. Feel free to Wiki that one up, I'm waiting. Feeling the power coursing through his veins, he decided against murdering everything and rather do something slightly more evil to celebrate the new-found power! Peeking on cute gals.
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Looking around his newfound home, he noticed a few pot-plants here and there. These must be the Senzu Beans... imagine how much zeni he could make from them! He could buy a girlfriend or something! Shame, and after all this time of abandonment, they still had not grown!
Hey, wasn't the Nimbus supposed to be around here or something? Moving into some random room, he noticed there was, indeed, a cloud. It was yellow, and it gave Quince a funny look with the face it didn't have. Stepping up to it, Quince found a small wooden stair-stand and stepped up to be able to go onto the Flying Nimbus... he jumped!... And went straight through it.
You see, only those with a Pure Heart can actually use the Flying Nimbus. Even if you're mostly good, but not completely, you'll fall straight through. Perversion has a cost, you know. Not exactly any benefit, either. Opening a chest, a gust of dust covered him as he coughed profusely. It opened to reveal... some experiments. Let's see, there's some convenient labelling... 'Senzu Beer'. 'Senzu Salad'. 'Senzu Sauce'. 'Senzu Power-Drink'. 'Senzu Cereal'. 'Medical Senzu Paste'. Quince picked up a tin of one of them and looked at the ingredients, noticing the mass amount of sugar and barely any senzu extract.
Quince slammed the chest as a flood of dust covered his body, before moving over to another chest and opening it up. Ah, this would fit him better. A dark cloud flew out of the chest as it looked menacing and evil! What dark plans could it hold? Quince then commenced to drench it in yellow paint. The soaking evilness of evil evil of the Dark Nimbus, you can Wiki that too, had now become as yellow as the standard! Jumping on it, it supported his weight and didn't drop him. You see, the Dark Nimbus will carry even those of Impure Hearts! Probably not as good as the original, however...
He then commenced to fly around the air'n'stuff! And seriously, what the hell is that thing on top of his tower? If there was someone there, they'd better have some rent ready to give!