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Post by Alaistair on Jul 1, 2016 3:09:49 GMT
"Oh, I like this guy," Eres cheered, smiling after having taken a sip of the wine, "Is he going to be staying? I could use someone to test and try out my recipes and tricks!"
Arthus, after swallowing a small bit of the white fish, replied, "I do believe he stated he was looking for a place. Ain't that right, Bas?"
He put down his fork on the plate and stood up from his seat. He told Basil, "I believe you said you were also open to doing some jobs... These jobs, we'll get around to figuring out as time goes on! For now, why don't we set you up in Alaistair's former room? The man won't be using it anymore! HAH!"
He stated that a little too enthusiastically. He wandered over to the stairwell, in sight of Basil, and waved for Basil to come over.
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Post by Basil on Jul 3, 2016 11:53:39 GMT
It'd been so long since he actually had any real food, not to mention five-star quality! After he was confident the cook had received his compliments, he chowed down his fair share. Only after a bellowing belch did he seem to remember any small form of manners, dotting his face with a napkin as he slouched in his seat patting his belly in a dreamy-faced state. He lifted the remainder of what was in his wine glass and polished that off too. The cook made a comment about fancying his company; of course she did! Everyone liked having Basil around, even if they didn't know it. He offered her a toothy smile as he relaxed in his seat, yet all the sudden something caused Arthus to lapse his attention from the delicious food (which kinda sorta made sense, he was probably used to it), causing him to leave his fork on his plate. ''Ay-yup! 'Dats rights on the money! Fer some reason, 'dose two dweebses brought me 'ta Namek. I figure dere must be a good reason why, yeh?'' He nodded pointedly in assurance, and Arthus stood to walk across the room to a flight of stairs. He hoped they weren't planning on playing Basil Bounce like they did in the Demon Realm on really big flights of stairs. He hated that game, even if he was good at it. As he was beckoned over, he'd hop down off of his seat and carry himself with his little booted feet over to the much taller figure, looking up at him curiously. ''Ay-yeh, dats right. I'm real good at all sorts'a jobs! You'll see. I'mma professional problem solver, I am.'' He noted that Arthus and his good-cookin' friend would likely have some stuff to do down the line, and even just the offer of being a taste-tester for all of her amazingly tasty, delicious food was enticing enough to make him not mind work. ''Alaistair? Is 'dat da mook I didn't get 'ta meet? Was he the big man on campus around here or summin'?'' He'd scratch at his head idly and curiously before choosing to follow Arthus wherever he was going to take him. If he was right and he got the big boss' room, he was gonna be so stoked! It was probably huge and had a big fat mini-fridge! Radio! A bed not three times his size, not even four, but maybe even five! High-speed internet! CABLE! He rubbed his hands together excitedly as he'd follow the large being up the stairs, trying to contain his giddy demeanor. He was mostly used to living inside of his pod or his hidey-hole on Vegeta, but this was gonna be way better! Alaistair
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Post by Alaistair on Jul 3, 2016 21:58:28 GMT
"He's the ass that brought this place he took from us here, Basil," she replied to Basil about Alaistair, disdainly. She took to cleaning the glasses for a bit, remaining silent. Before Arthus brought Basil upstairs, she uttered, "He also brought us a bunch of business back when we were on Earth. And was fairly hot."
"Eres!"
"It's a compliment! The guy has a nice lean figure! I'm not gonna ignore that!"
"Gah! Come on..."
"Love you too, Artie."
"Yeah yeah!"
Arthus directed Basil up two flights of stairs, to two giant doors. Something moved along the ceiling and onto the door, causing the doors to develop a giant granite face.
"Who goes..?"
"Really, Dorgia? Are you going to be a pain in my ass too?"
"Not you, Arthus. The small one there," the face replied, in voice old and tired, as it looked at Basil.
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Post by Basil on Jul 24, 2016 20:37:45 GMT
[Sorry for the shortness, figured we'd wrap up these last couple of posts ] So apparently the head honcho wasn't so hot a topic around here; well, at least to everyone but the gal with the good cookin', at least. Good to know. From the sounds of things, they'd be glad to have him take over that mook's room! The fact that he likely got merc'd by whatever it was that un-lifed Stretchy and Monkey Mook was turning out to be pretty convenient, all things considered. He'd bagged himself a nice lifestyle upgrade! Following Arthus up the stairs, he went to toss open the doors to admire his rockin' new bachelor pad. Something pretty goofy happened which prevented him from doing so, as the door developed a face. Urged to graffiti the face up a bit before realizing it was one of the other crew members of this motley bunch, he withdrew his hand from the attempted opening and blinked for a moment as the door began to talk. Apparently his name was Dorgia. Dorgia the door. For some reason, that was hilarious. When poised with the question of who went where, Basil struck up a confident thumb pointing to his own chest, all puffed up with his charming (or so he thought) pirate smile. ''M'name's Basil! Looks like i'mma be your new roomie. Er...doormie? I think.'' He shot a quick glance between the two, shrugging at Arthus, before giving up on explaining as quickly as he'd started. He pointed a gloved finger confidently, seemingly past ''Door''gia. ''Since that guy you all don't like other than the girl wit' da good cooks downstairs bit the bullet, this kind fella here offered me his room! Neat, huh? Bet'cha you're excited!''
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Post by Alaistair on Jul 24, 2016 23:43:19 GMT
"Basil, hmm? You've been named after a spice," Dorgia replied, looking at the runty demon, "Considering that you enjoyed Eres's cooking and the namesake, you mind her to be friendlier to you."Basil also seemed to believe that both Dorgia and Arthus didn't like Alaistair. The old face looked at Arthus, who asked, "What? Don't tell me you-""How many times have I told you to not speak for either of us, Arthus the Visage?""Are you kidding me? You're not a fan of Alaistair yourself, Dorgia the Melder!""Unlike you, who has been fermenting that anger of yours to our better, I can respect the Devil and can withhold talking slander 100% of the time. Remember the massive debt you put out business in for the past 4 years?"Dorgia and Arthus flared at one another, before the namekian disguised demon averted his gaze. "That's what I thought. Now... Basil, you seek refuge, aye? The room behind me is part of the Arthus's, turned Alaistair's, office. There is only a chair and dust from old artifacts. Of you intend to stay inside, I will commend you for your tenacity. However, I do recommend taking one of the rooms down below, if you want sleep on a bed."( Basil, you are up! I would try to wrap it up here, if possible.)
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Post by Basil on Sept 8, 2016 15:17:03 GMT
[Wrappin' it on up! I kinda forgot about this, sorry! ] Doorgia noted that Basil had been named after a spice. Some people found that surprising, but being that the Makyan was part of what he considered to be a warrior caste of ''true'' Makyans, he enjoyed his name quite a bit. It was better than being named something like Doorgia, when you were literally a door. Okay, so he was a little annoyed. He was good at hiding stuff like that though. He would have opened Doorgia already but the thought had crossed his mind he might accidentally end up picking his nose or something in the process. The two future room-mates present (well, one roomie and one...er, doormie?) began arguing to each other. Roomies often had these kinds of spats, but he planned to keep to himself for a while after hearing the warning Doorgia offered about how boring that room was. Well, where they might have witnessed boredom and lackluster dust, Basil would see potential. He'd have some renovating to do! ''Commend away, new buddy new pal! I'mma head in there nice and prepared. No bed? No problemo!'' He'd flip Kizuki's pilfered shirt that was almost blanket-sized to him with a toothy grin. Once the talking door let him inside, he'd display what he meant by floating up toward the ceiling and tying the garment into a hammock before floating back down. He began picking at the air with his finger to spots he could envision awesome furniture from a five-finger discount, and it all started to come together from there. Keeping his finger raised as he turned on his heel, he'd make an announcement. ''Awright yous guys, I think I got just da plan to spice dis place up a bit. Not to take off so soon, but i'm gonna head back ta Earth and find me some decorations. If da guy ain't among the breathing anymore, I may as well put dis space ta some good use!'' Regardless of commentary, he'd begin making a mental hit-list; capsules to store the furniture. A kick-ass sound system. A mini-fridge. Electronics. This place was gonna be epic by time he was done with it! He hated cleaning, so he was probably going to steal some sort of crazy cleaning robot too if he could find one. There was an idea. He'd have to think up a clever name to go along with the job. As a good will gift, he'd be sure to pick up some stuff for his three new buddies too. That Eres lady with the good cooks seemed to like juggling knives, particularly as near to the other roomies as possible. Knife set and a spice rack! Bingo. He wasn't sure what the rest of them would want. Maybe a few cans of furniture polish for Doorgia? Some shiny new paneling? Decisions, decisions. As for the Bean, that was the tricky one. He'd have to think up something awful clever using the old noggin'. Dialing a short combination of beeps and boops into his Scouter, he'd offer a gesture of goodbye to his new would-be pals. ''I'll be back 'afore you can blink! I think i'm gonna start my trip now. Thanks for da warm welcome, yous guys. Back in a flash!'' His little booted feet would begin to carry him down the hall to make his way back toward the entrance, where his Pod would soon arrive to meet him and ferry him back to Earth. He began to wonder if he'd meet Old Man Britches again, and if he was still salty about eating a Fastball for brunch. [Wrapping it on up finally! Sorry again, I got distracted!] [Requesting Weighted PL!] [ Alaistair]
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Post by Alaistair on Sept 8, 2016 22:28:22 GMT
(Hey no worries man! We'll just put this up now.)
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Post by Entirely Ed on Sept 30, 2016 8:46:40 GMT
Basil , your PL gains are 13,376OLD PL: 45,020 NEW PL: 58,396 git swole
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