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Post by Deleted on Jan 3, 2016 7:13:45 GMT
Bigby had been travelling through the Forrest for months now. He was not quite sure where he was, even with the GPS in his head telling him exactly where he was on the planet earth. He felt that by this point he should have some kind of old mans beard. Or atleast be developing some new martial art's skills out here like some kind of hermit master. But nope, it was just him and Athan. Alone with the voice of his child in his head. Bigby didn't mind, he quite enjoyed the company. But he really was looking forward to pop into town, find some wifi. And watch 3 missed seasons of the real housewives of Kali Morgan IX in twenty minutes.
But no, his mechanical body would never grow a beard if he walked in the jungle for a trillion years. It was time to see people, it was time to pop into town. He took one step out of the jungle into the small chocolate farming town. And he shook off almost a half years worth of green plant matter from the souls of his boots. He checked the sword at his side to be in tip top condition. And walked in. You could easily see that he was a traveler by his well worn backpack, and that he was a warrior by his spiky hair and katana. He looked around with a confident smile feeling wired again and alive. Wifi, it was a precious, precious gift.
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Post by Nabel on Jan 3, 2016 7:51:26 GMT
The android might recognize the hooded figure that rested at a mere table away from him. Because even with the cloak that hid most of his body away from the world, the young demon's features were very distinct (and to a small pool of still-breathing beings, very familiar). Not many people, human or otherwise, were quite as grotesque as the pathetic pile of flesh that lazily rested its tired figure on the old, wooden seat. The creature, who currently had his interest held down by an old magazine and ginger ale, was absolutely hideous. His single eye lingered on the page for seconds at the time, which was flipped by a chapped, half-stitched mouth. His dark skin was near-rotten, including the withered arm that he brought up to flip the stained, dusty pages. And though the man's clothes were hidden by the brown fabric, he smelled like grime and dirt. Whoever this was, they couldn't possibly have a lot attached to their name. Not even pride, it would seem.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 3, 2016 8:00:47 GMT
Bigby recognized that energy signature, he dusty, aged warrior would saunter on down to his old former friend like a cowboy heading into a saloon. Sure, he could detect the smell coming off of him, sure he could gander at the likely shame he carried with him by just how he held himself up. But the energy was still the same and he hoped that the person behind it, no matter what kind of rough times he may have encountered. Was the same old demon who beat him around earlier. "Happy new year you old dog." He said, plopping into a chair with a body around him that did not quite fit into his own self image at this point. Because it looked to young. "It's me, Bigby. You remember your old sparring buddy right Nabel? Even if I mighta hit your head a little to hard last time." He joked. "I've gone threw that old body, and this is the new me here. So what do you think?"
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Post by Nabel on Jan 3, 2016 8:16:14 GMT
"No idea how you recognized me... Nabel said, his voice loaded with a small tinge of sarcasm, as he took another sip from his cup of ale. The demon coughed a bit, before turning towards the familiar voice, and flashing it an inebriated smile. "But it's a pleasant surprise to see you here, Bigby. Take a seat, I'll get ya somethin' nice." He chuckled, before kicking the seat to his left, pulling it out for the android. "And uh, do take care not to bash my head in." The demon joshed, taking the (apparently 'dirty') magazine off the table, and hiding it in his cloak. "How's it been? And what's up with the upgrade?" He asked, looking absolutely whelmed. "Is this a religious thing or...?"
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Post by Deleted on Jan 3, 2016 15:10:49 GMT
Bigby would shake his head. "Religious? No no, I died horribly and had to make a new body from scratch. Maby you saw it on the news? I was a manic depressive who tried to blow up an empty mountain." He would reach over to give him a noogie. "Recognized ya because your power levels downright the same buddy. Have you been taking a break from your training like I've been for the past few months?" Said Bigby, who wanted to know what he was up to in order to be in this no name town.
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Post by Nabel on Jan 3, 2016 15:27:08 GMT
"Trust me bud," Nabel merely chuckles at the noogie, his hood falling down to reveal the patchwork of fresh (and by fresh, I mean 'less than an hour old' fresh) burns that now marked his skin. "I wish that was the case, but unfortunately-" The demon cut himself off again, raising a tired hand up, and grabbing the barkeep's attention. "-bartender, grab me another ale, please-" The man called out to the worker, who merely responded with silent action, quickly refilling Nabel's cup. "- right, where was I?" He took a sip of ale, and sighed out loud. Today wasn't the demon's best day, it seemed. "Right, I wish it was that easy, but I have been very busy." He tilts his head to the side, and yawns. "Been taking care of... Of stuff."
"What about you, Big?" Nabel turned to the Android, the look in his eyes just oozed with a mix of grief and false confidence. "The hell have you been up to?" He asked, sounding genuinely concerned for his friend, though the fluff is short-lived. "Besides suicide-bombing mountains, I mean." He laughed. "Geez, when did you become a terrorist? Who indoctrinated ya, The Saiyans?" The man laughed at his josh, before shushing up a bit, and staring at his drink in silent somberness. "Right, inappropriate, too soon..."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 3, 2016 20:35:18 GMT
"Bah! Too soon, I wanted a new body. Speaking of which, is there something going on with the saiyans? I think I might have caught a wiff of some invasions but I never checked in to see the date on those articles. You look gross dude let me fix that." He would lean over again, putting his hand on his forehead. If Nabel did not pull back a taste of burnt caramel would slip into his mouth along with the smell of heat and smoke as little particles of blue energy would swirl around him. Giving his body a tune up. They would get rid of any wounds, make his own dead flesh alive again. Hell it would even make scar's partially recede and would get rid of some of some minor damage done by his age as his micro machines went to town on him. In addition he'd be all cleaned. This would only take about 12 seconds.
"There, now I can look at ya. Anyhow, I've been doing nothing but boring stuff for the last several months. Just wandering though the forests of this place trying to learn something. It's really dull, but atleast I'm not hurting people with my actions."
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Post by Nabel on Jan 4, 2016 17:09:06 GMT
"There's this thing called plastic surgery, you know?" Nabel shoots another sarcastic round, though the massive grin gives away his sheer glee from being around a friend. The past few months has been a lonely time for the young demon, it seems, as he's absolutely ecstatic in both his speech and gestures. If he wasn't a deformed, little bastard, it might have even looked a smidgen cute. "Go see Vicki Belo. I'm sure it's much less expensive, and explosive."
He gulps down the another shot of ale, and grins at the Android. "But seriously, it's good to see ya safe." He adds quietly, before shrugging. "I don't know much about the Saiyan thing, been cooped up somewhere real quiet." The man frowns at his glass, staring at his own reflection in the cup's booze. "I do know that they invaded Earth. So there's that." He shakes his head, tilting his neck from side-to-side to relieve stress, before glaring back at the cup. "I dunno man, thought you'd be more involved in that than I was. I've been busy."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 4, 2016 17:23:42 GMT
"What have you been doing then Nabel?" He asked. For once Bigby felt really bad about leaving everybody he cared about for so long. He did not care about himself, but catching up with a friend to see that they had pretty much stopped in life as well really gave him perspective in how he probably felt. Bigby briefly wondered that if he had stayed in the forest for a while longer, how long it would be before he'd figure out that the Saiyan's were invading earth. He doubted that they would succeed, call it homeland pride. But he knew first hand just how tough the fighters of the earth could be.
"Oh, I also want to ask how the blue banner army is doing. You know since I was kind of a traitor to them and they might be a big factor in this war we've got going on right now." Bigby was still curious about all of that. He had heard something about Vi Poi, the very same woman that was as robotic as he was. Loosing her marbles. But he did not know any details. He hoped that Nabel could tell him if the army was still standing now at the very least.
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Post by Nabel on Jan 5, 2016 9:44:14 GMT
Nabel was never the easiest person to get information from, and he was not ashamed to admit that. Part of this was due to his upbringing, as his only parental figure since young childhood was an actual murderer on the run from (without exaggeration) almost every form of law enforcement and authority imaginable, the demon wasn't exactly raised to spill the beans at the slightest provocation. But even when he was inclined to tell the truth, which is surprisingly less sparse than one might think, the situations that the young man found himself in were either too absurd or too dangerous to speak of, which left the cyclops with no choice but to keep his mouth shut, lest he wished to summon any form of danger into the immediate vicinity.
And Nabel's current status probably required a bit of consideration on both those ends, as he knew that his friend may have still had some form of connection with the BBA. Yet even so, the demon trusted Bigby, and knew that the Android's help would be a great relief for him. With that in mind, Nabel doused his throat with ale, moved his seat closer to Bigby's chair, and spoke up, further pushing the hood of his cloak over his face.
"I'll be honest with ya, Big. I've been on edge for quite awhile now." Nabel let out a worried sigh, hoping no one in the immediate vicinity. "It's a bit hard to take in, but I'm sorta- kinda- technically king of the remaining vampires." The demon paused for a second, taking in a deep sigh, before finally emptying out his cup. "Everything that could have gone wrong did go horribly fucking wrong." In a moment of frustration, he slammed his weary head onto the wooden table, landing with a loud thump, before picking himself back up and onto his chair.
"I've been locked away from the outside world for the past few months. Been too busy taking care of what's left of the kingdom." Nabel explained, looking into his empty cup with disappointment. "I don't know much about what's been going on with the Saiyans and the BBA and the Earth Defender People Shits. All the info I got is from the news." He frowned, before staring back up at Bigby. "I do know that their forces are completely exhausted from the last conflict." He noted, doing his best to regain his already shaky composure. "This new General character said on TV that they'd take awhile to rebuild, or something."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 6, 2016 0:23:53 GMT
"Holy hell." Said Bigby as soon as he heard Nabel say that he was the king of vampires. He found it.... Strange. Like he was either about to start kidding with him about also being the leader of all the dream pixies in a twelve mile radius. But the fact that he was talking to a demon who probably wouldn't tell lie's just to get one over on him made him hesitate on that Diagnosis. As far as everything that could go wrong did go wrong, Bigby almost wanted to bite back at him with something along the lines of that he had no idea what wrong meant. That wrong meant loosing friends and loosing your home.
That wrong meant you were the only person sitting back and watching the story of your life. Where you are the only one clapping at seeing yourself in an action movie but everyone else is screaming. Because you aren't watching an action movie with you as the hero. You're watching a horror movie and you're the monster. Somehow he highly doubted what he said and hoped he was just overestimating his worry's like so many other people do. Because if he was then he could help his friend through a rough patch and at best if he wasn't, they would be mope buddies for a while and get nothing productive done to change things.
Still, he had total control of his face. So he just kept on listening to him speak. "Well it's just another misstep in a long line of embarrassment for the Saiyans." He'd say, considering offering to buy him another drink. But no, you did not need alcohol when you were sad. You needed someone to talk to you. "Tell me how bad your situation is Nabel. 1 to 11, and believe me friend. I've had some 11's in my time."
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Post by Nabel on Jan 6, 2016 11:57:55 GMT
"Trust me bud, we've both seen some nasty things in our time." Nabel smirked, with no sign of joy or smugness buried beneath his weary tone, as he used gestured towards the battered sack of rotting stitches, massive scars and dying flesh that was his own excuse for a body. "But seriously, I don't want to give my life a scoring system. It just seems- and I mean no offense, whatsoever, by this- kind of arbitrary to me." With a tiny sigh and a gentle pat on Bigby's back, the demon raised his arm, signalling the bartender's attention for another shot of ale. In the mean time, the cyclops held the cup in his hand, and continued speaking. "It feels like we'd just be making light of it, you know?"
"But don't think I won't take ya for a story trip here, Big. Because I damn well will, in a little while." He looked up at the Android, and grinned half-heartedly, his eyes were as bloodshot as they were tired. "I hate to trouble you, but we just need to wait for a subject of mine to arrive." The demon added, shrugging as he tried to hide his obvious disappointment in said. "I sent her to a town close by to pick up some supplies for the kingdom." He explained, idly tugging at the edges of his cloak, looking a bit less like a noble demon, and a bit more like a tired child. "When she gets here, I'll take us some place more private." He nodded a bit. "I'd prefer it if we talked there, hope you don't mind, Big."
After only a few seconds of waiting, Nabel had already begun tapping on the glass impatiently. He was growing impatient. If not for his underling's presence, then for the ale, as he really wanted another round of booze to numb the shattered dignity from his utter annihilation at the hands of that mysterious invader. The young king wasn't even sure who his assailant was yet, though perhaps it was just an upstart gang member trying to send a message. Whatever the case, Nabel wouldn't let someone put him down so easily. He needed help, and he knew that this spiky-haired Android could provide that.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 7, 2016 1:30:55 GMT
Well he certainly sounds like he's had a bad time Messaged Athan to Bigby from his own head. Sometimes he was amazed at how kind the little man could be. It was his first response to always care about how others felt rather than analyze the emotions that they were going through in order to find a way to most efficiently solve the problem. It made him wonder how things could have turned out for himself if he had that kind of spunk. It also made him wonder if his influence had lead him to be this way, but he shrugged this off as being too hopful as he continued. "Hmm, how big is this kingdom if they are the last remaining vampires? Seems like that subject of yours would be collecting supply's for herself rather than an entire kingdom.... Well we can pass the time by you getting me up to date on vampires. How accurate is the name first off, are they repelled by garlic and need to be invited into houses. Or are they just bloodsuckers?" Asked Bigby, a number of other solutions also popped into his head. That they could be aliens, or a cult, or a band with a creatively un-copywritten name.
He looked at his friend as he got himself another drink, putting a hand forward to cover it gently as he'd say. "But hey... Whatever your going through right now, having something in your system like this isn't gunna help you. If something in particular has got you down about all these responsibilities, just lay into me ok? Otherwise this junk's only going to set you back."
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Post by Nabel on Jan 7, 2016 14:19:28 GMT
Nabel sat down quietly in place for a few brief seconds, slowly shaking his head from one tattered side to the next, before letting out an oddly quiet, but genuinely happy burst of chuckles. It had already been so freaking long since anyone had shown the demon even the slightest shred of personal worry, so now it had come to the point that the young king was growing just the tiniest bit depressed by the whole ordeal. In fact, the last time he had been treated with this much concern was the last time he had interacted with Lady Kiara.
At times, Nabel still wished he could go back to the faithful day that the once-lovely Queen of all Vampyres had set off to war with the BBA, and try his darndest to stop her, or at least spend a few more hours (even minutes) with the only motherly figure in his life. He had wept over the passing of his lost mistress (a word he used in the most respectable and noble manner possible) in the weeks that succeeded her demise, and would continue to mourn for her in the months to come, up until the last days of his dreary, tainted body's worldly existence.
But right at that moment, in the middle of the bar, Nabel could find solace the woman's passing for a few brief seconds, and confide in the presence of a friend. "With two- very sweet -exceptions, you're the only person who's treated me like an actual person in months." With a small smile creeping its way onto his face, the demon looked up at Bigby, and suddenly wrapped his one drunken arm around the Android's back, reeling him in for a gigantic (well, extraordinarily tiny, at the very least) hug. "T-Thanks Bigby. T-that was- This is really nice of you..." The now teary-eyed Nabel let go off his friend, removing him from the surprise embrace, and settled back awkwardly into his and gave another soft chuckle, laughing at the sound of his own stupid, stuttering voice. The man just found it just a teensy bit silly that he had grown this starved of social interaction.
"B-but yeah, like I said, Biiiiigby." Nabel resorted to his old coping mechanism of overextending his words, in an odd, little effort to sound a bit more cheerful, even if he already was glad for his friend's presence. "I'll still tell ya everything! N-no worries. I was just worried that I'd end up being all weird and act like-" The demon smirked, and ran his withering hand across his dusty cloak. "-like this." He punctuates the last word in his sentence, still not wiping the embarrassed grin off of his face. "Can't be allowed to show any weakness in front of my assistant, after all." He chuckled. "When she gets here, I mean."
"There shouldn't be shame in that, your majesty." A pale young woman, dressed in a simple black coat and skirt, pulled a seat just across the two men from the table, and tucked her long red hair to the side, setting the obstructive bangs away from her field of vision. "Er, I apologize deeply for that, sire. I spake out of turn." With a nervous sigh exiting her chest, the woman bowed in reverence of Nabel, and sat down in the most lithe of manners, plopping a large plastic bag onto the wooden surface. Which was quickly followed by the gentle thud of two suitcases being stacked next to the plastic.
But thankfully Nabel merely nodded the event off awkwardly, barely even noting it as he did his best to ignore the shameful steely flush that tinted his oddly rosy cheeks, allowing the young lady some leisure to breathe. Even if she was still very, very tense. Which, judging from the concerned, but ultimately resigned look on Nabel's face, wasn't really something too uncommon from the girl. "Amy, it's not a problem. You can ca-"
"In any case sire, I apologize for my tardiness, and any inconvenience that it may have caused you, your highness." The woman interjected, her voice speeding up rapidly, yet still somehow sounding as mellow as a duck floating by the pond. Which made for an amusing combination with her expression, which was just an entirely new level of freaking out. Despite her calm tone, Amy barely looked composed, which only added to the already uneasy atmosphere set up by Nabel's emotional outburst. (That, and it made the lax and casual Vampyre King blush even further.) Rolling her icy blue eyes to the side awkwardly, the woman awkwardly dusts the non-existent grime off of her clothing. It was obviously just the girl's coping tic for dealing with these situations. "A-am I interrupting anything, sire?" She asked, her cheeks just as rosy as that of her master's. She wasn't comfortable with the sitch, it seemed. "Have I barged into a business meeting?!" And now she was on the verge of tears, just perfect. "Oh no, I'm sorry sir..."
"The trip didn't go as planned, did it?"
[Sorry for how long and late it is. I needed to figure out how to introduce Amy into the scene. Needless to say, I gave up at some point, but ehhhh. I promise my posts won't ever reach this long again in this thread. ;-;]
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Post by Deleted on Jan 8, 2016 2:37:24 GMT
"Oh I can fix your entire damn body up as if you were a totally normal demon in a minute if you asked me to. Even get you a new eye, all made outa flesh." He said. "And what? You think I wouldn't look out for you mate? Your one eye down, somebodies got to." He said, really noticing how embarrassed Nabel looked and wanting him to feel perfectly accepted around him. So he played off the stress with a joke. At the demons rather very embarrassing next string of slurred and punctuated words. Bigby would say. "Oh no, I got here to late. Buddy, I hate to tell you but you already sound smas-" He would look at the young woman who had come in. She was... Rather striking. He was then completely amazed that she treated the dusty old man of patchwork skin sitting next to him with such respect. He almost didn't believe the guy when he had said he had become king, until this... adorable person came in. That's exactly how he would describe how she acted to him as a servant.
Totally adorable. It made him almost want one as well. No! Messaged Athan in his head. Absolutely not! You won't get me to do that even if you had a body for me right now. Come on Kiddo He messaged back. Something tells me your not getting a chicks body when you do get one. He would listen to their entire conversation on the side, all the way up until she looked like she was going to cry on his behalf. He reached up and gave her a flick on the nose. "Come on now pretty girl, you'll only make me sad if you get upset on my behalf. We were waiting for you and it's good to see you've come around with..." He looks down at her bags. "The groceries and a couple suitcases that might of just been filled with a bank robbery." Bigby had done that once, he remembered it just like it was yesterday. To think nobody got hurt. It was probably the least of his crimes.
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