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| Yaidratian Emacity [Part 5]; Curse of the Armed Dragon, Hard Quest | |
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| Topic Started: Jun 27 2015, 11:54 PM (234 Views) | |
| OldNewPikkon | Jun 27 2015, 11:54 PM Post #1 |
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Curse of the Armed Dragon Difficulty: Hard Description: A research team for the Capsule Corporation were on a routine exploration of some unchartered jungle not far from West City. A short piece of footage was recieved, detailing what appeared to be a massive shell, from a creature of some kind, followed by the team's bloody demise. You are being hired by Capsule Corporation, alongside five other mercenaries, to recover any survivors and, more importantly, any useful information! Be careful, however. The area you are entering is known for it's strange interference with communication. Reward: +800 zeni, +6 DP, +80 all stats, +6 Rp Credits |
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| OldNewPikkon | Jun 27 2015, 11:56 PM Post #2 |
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Yuu frowned when the stranger completely missed the point of his question. He’d asked the man whether or not he figured that the dead man was a spy or not, but instead, the stranger’d brought out some meta-philosophical argument that sounded more like sarcasm than an actual reply. The youth’s hands dropped from the sides of his arms and dipped into his pockets while he thought about how to reply without sounding like an asshole. ”Well,” Yuu’s said, his voice coming out of his throat in a fumbling tumble. ”if he sacrificed himself to kill someone that wasn’t a spy, then he’s a murderer. I wouldn’t call that brave.” The innkeeper looked between Narvi and Yuu with a little bit of apprehension, immediately aware of how the conversation had changed in nature. He nodded at the orange-haired boy, a rather dark expression across his face, and stepped toward the exit. “I’ll uh... we’ll sort out that payment after dinner, like I said. I’ll see you boys later.” Yuu watched the man go and turned back to Narvi; another thought had sprung into his head while the old man made his way out. ”I don’t wanna rock the boat or anything, but what you said sounds kinda irrelevant. Sacrificing himself to kill someone who’s innocent isn’t fair,” he muttered, wrinkling his nose. The demon could sense that the atmosphere had changed. There was a bit of tension between Narvi and the boy it seemed, more than what the raven haired demon had intended there to be. He meant no harm in his words, as he wanted to get the boy’s mind off of the more gory details that involved what had occurred. Unfortunately, he continued to press the demon, and Narvi realized that he had only succeeded in insulting the boy’s intelligence. ”We don’t know if they were innocent or not,” Narvi pointed out with an even tone, his face plastic. ”But focusing on those who brought harm to one who had sworn to uphold the peace on this planet seems counterproductive to me. A man was killed in the line of duty, that is the only truth that we know for sure, and we should honor his sacrifice.” Narvi paused for a moment as he realized that he couldn’t quite leave it at that. ”There are some questions in life that may never be answered, and focusing on those things will only turn out to be a waste of energy. The security guard gave his life in defense of ours.” Yuu listened and pulled his arms out of his pockets, still feeling restless despite the energy he’d expended on the fly to the inn. He could still feel the fatigue deep in his bones, but he didn’t want to bring it up in front of a stranger or his friends. The innkeeper had sensed the tension between them and left before it became too much to bear. Yuu couldn’t blame him for it, but he did wish that the old man had stayed to back him up. Old people were typically wise people. ”What’s the line of duty gotta do with it, though? He killed three people. We don’t know if they were innocent or guilty. He just killed them,” Yuu said. The stranger was habitually missing his point now -- maybe he sucked at articulating or maybe he was just being a dumb kid, but Narvi didn’t seem all that well versed in the conversational arts. ”I’ve seen a lot of bad things happen.” He let the words hang, awkward and heavy in the air, before finally taking a deep breath and going on. ”When people don’t think things through, they cause problems. The guy in the shuttle was brave, if he thought what he was doing was right. Being brave doesn’t make him right. If it did, then wars would never end and people that went to the dentist every six months would be heroes.” Yuu neglected to mention that he, in fact, had never been to a dentist. ”Y’know?” The boy was smart, and he meant well, but he was too young, too raw - too ignorant. His mind couldn’t fully comprehend what the real world was like, what life was like. Things weren’t always as black and white as he thought. If a man has an obligation, a duty to perform, then he has to do it. In the nick of time, when one didn’t have time to think, they would have to fall back on their training. The security guards did that, every last one of them. Narvi had seen it first hand, but the boy wouldn’t know that. Still, the principle of the matter alluded the youth, but the demon did at least admire his good-hearted nature. ”There are times where you are called to act, and there is no time for questions. The man was trained to suppress all perceivable threats to his home planet, and he performed his duty admirably. We can sit here and speculate all day about if what he did was right or not, but the fact of the matter is that he fulfilled his job to the letter and then some by willingly sacrificing his life. Perhaps you’re too young to understand, but you said that you’ve seen a lot of bad things happen, maybe you should first process what you seen and truly understand it before you confuse yourself any further and stubbornly believe that the world only has one truth.” Word Count: 912[split 2 ways] Uub Count: 456 Narvi Count: 456 Total Count: 912 |
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| OldNewPikkon | Jun 27 2015, 11:59 PM Post #3 |
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Persephone loudly cleared her throat, interrupting the bickering duo for a moment. Their argument had devolved into something petty, and she was forced to endure it. Until now. “Does it matter? He’s dead. They’re dead. If he is a hero then fine, allow his people to enjoy that honor. But when it comes down to it.. there is a certain truth out there that only those involved will know,” she cryptically said. Immediately after the fact she shot Narvi a stinging glare, one that he would know the reasoning for. The red-haired woman absentmindedly tugged at a loose thread her index and thumb had stumbled across. “Narvi, you need to toughen up. This world is full of despicable acts and vile people, some that you will run across every day. If you aren’t strong enough to handle it, you’re going to end up dead,” she chastised her demonic companion in front of their group. “Ohh.” the silent Elder hummed. The sides of his lips curled ever so slightly in satisfaction. Persephone injectected in Narvi and the boy’s debate. Her words were as sharp as her tongue was, and it was final. The demon had felt as though he had already said too much to the boy, so the female had given the raven haired demon a hint to cease his useless prattling. However, her icy glare did not go unnoticed by him. She then expanded upon her point and chastised him, saying that he needed to “toughen up,” and she did this in front of the group no less. If Narvi didn’t know better, he’d say that the woman found enjoyment in demasculating him. It gave him a bitter feeling, she reminded him of his mother. He hated his mother. ”Strength comes in many forms,” Narvi started to say, how he managed to keep his tone even that was something that he didn’t know. Perhaps practice. ”My strength comes from my values in which I hold dear, from my family, as long as I have those two things then I will survive. Though some of us…” He glared at Persephone. ”Some of us, have been alone for so long that they forget the value of such things.” “And you call yourself a demon?” she scoffed. A soft chortle followed. The “demon” maintained his composure. It would take more than that to rattle him. Anything short of an insult to his family would be met with the same apathetic tone and emotionless visage that became a staple of his ever since his arrival in the mortal realm. ”You should hear what other demons call me,” He suppressed the urge to chuckle. ”I’m not well liked back home as you could imagine.” “Oh I can imagine. In fact, I can imagine a lot,” she smirked. Boredom had begun to overcast the conversation, it was only so much fun to pick on somebody. Persephone pushed up on the arm of the couch to lift herself from the warm seat to stare down the demon. For a moment, she wondered what thoughts she instilled in him. After witnessing the acts she was forced to wreak upon the moonbase, and the general change in her demeanor, was he scared? Yuu pursed his lips when the girl cut him off, and that pursed expression turned into a vague grimace when she went on to call him a demon in the middle of their bickering. He appreciated that the girl seemed to be taking his side, if only because she hated him less than she did the other guy, but he wasn’t exactly sure what to say about it. Instead of remarking on the side she’d taken, he chose to interject in a different way -- one that was hopefully less involved. ”Okay, hang on,” he said, stepping forward. ”My name is Tsukiyama Yuu.” Yuu extended his gawky looking hand to Persephone first, nodding quickly. He’d never introduced himself to the two of them, which was something he’d realized late into the conversation. His cheeks flushed, making him look like a red tomato with orange leaves, but he tried to downplay it by moving on to Narvi, completely aware that the pretty looking lady with red hair might totally misunderstand his awkwardness. Hopefully she just ignored it. ”It’s nice to meet you.” He reached out for Narvi’s hand and nodded vigorously, the blush fading from his cheeks. Hopefully, they didn’t think he was too weird. That was a pretty common problem with the people he met. Most of the time they just looked at him with apprehension or a scalding kind of irritation. It burned him the wrong way, but he never said much about it. ”Now you guys introduce yourselves too,” he said, aware that he was putting his foot further in his mouth. ”Do you know that other guy too?” Yuu jerked his thumb toward the couch, where Pikkon seemed to be stirring from his brief nap. The noise had woken him from his lazy slumber, but he fell back asleep in short order. He was, apparently, used to this kind of thing. “I am Persephone. The bum sleeping on the couch is Pikkon,” she said. While she noticed the awkwardness of the younger boy, it was paid no attention to in an attempt to further avoid creating more of an uneasy situation. “You can call me Elder. I could use some tea about now,” the old Yaidration quipped. Turning to stare the newest and youngest presence in the face. “You. Go get me some tea.” Yuu had barely the time to acknowledge the girl’s greeting before Elder commanded him to go grab some tea. He squeaked and straightened in place, saluting the older man with a quick about-face. ”Y-yessir, Elder!” he squawked, scurrying off to fetch some tea from the innkeeper’s wife. After a few seconds, he was on his way back, glad that the woman had been conveniently making some tea already. A cup of earl grey tinkled gently on the glass, threatening to wobble off at the slightest sign of imbalance. Word Count: 1,008[split 3 ways] Uub Count: 792 Narvi Count: 792 Bebi Count: 336 Total Count: 1,920 |
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| Setsuriko | Jun 28 2015, 11:35 PM Post #4 |
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An elegant dance was performed by the demon within the walls of the EDF customs station. After freeing his soon to be acquaintances, Setsuriko tended to his own task within the compound. With silent, swift, and precise movements he was like a blur weaving through the massive building. An unseen blade hungry for blood, robbed every unsuspecting victim of their life as the specter swept through the remaining security guards. One by one, lifeless bodies fell to the cold unforgiving steel floor. Some still trembling and twitching from the sudden realization of death. Setsuriko was precise with every stroke of his blade, leaving no man the opportunity for survival. Each cut aimed at major arteries that would force the blood loss, and spray for his visual enjoyment. Like a deranged artist, the blade created unsystematic red splatters along the walls. The result of his artwork was horrific abstract mural, with bright vivid shades of red, and some chunks of stringy meat made a gradual wall slide towards the ground. A bare hand grabbed the base of the blade, just before sliding between the side of the palm and thumb, which enabled the hand to perform a quick sweep removing the blood. With the stoic pose of a veteran swordsman, the spectre sheathed the weapon at his side. Heavy eyes staring into a shadow hidden corner. Taking a deep breath, the demon took an unwavered step into the wall, seemingly melting into the darkness of the shadow. The spirit of Vaelin was navigated through darkness to an iconic inn within a small rural village, Western Townhouse. The entrance door open violently, as a forceful wind whips into the inn’s lobby. Table tapestry flapped in the gusts and small wall decoratives dismounted falling to the wooden floor. Without a single cloud in the darkened sky, lightning streaked across the evening atmosphere. The single millisecond of blinding illumination allowed a miniature sized figure to emerge in the doorway of the hotel. Petite bare foot slapped against the wooden surface, leaving behind a wet imprint as the person moved with a graceful stride into the lobby. A white nightgown, stained black with ash and sulfur, dangled just above the person’s bruised ankles. Dark purplish and red rings wrapped around the person’s ankles and wrist, evidence of shackle stranglization. Emerald green eyes peaked through long stringy black hair, that fell just above the waist of the newcomer. The nightgown succeeded in hiding the majority of the person’s frame, but underneath was the body of a young teenaged girl. A dark obscured vision hindered the young female from making out any noticeable details of the inn, as she lethargically moved across the lobby floor. Her momentum came to a halt beside a couch, that acted as a crouch, as her heavy hand leaned against the sofa’s arm. Weak legs trembled in attempt to support the little body. A force tugged at the back of her throat, blurry vision made it seem as if the world was living seesaw, bobbing up and down. Her frail legs finally gave in to the exhaustion, and the young battered girl collapsed to the floor. Everything went black. wordkount 527 Yaidratian Emacity 1439 |
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| OldNewPikkon | Jul 3 2015, 12:15 AM Post #5 |
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The more time Pikkon had spent with his traveling companions, the less he grew to actually like them - save Elder, of course; he was too old to really be someone that a man could easily hate. Due to this, upon his arrival at the inn, and noticing the lack of readily available food, the first thing he did was grab a decently sized couch and stretch out, closing his eyes. He wasn’t necessarily asleep, because even though the events of the past day or so had wearied him beyond belief mentally and physically, he still was too focused on his surroundings and interested in the upcoming plans to bring himself to drop off. To his utter disappointment, nothing of note was said or done. Narvi bickered more, whining incessantly and carrying on with an unspoken ‘oh poor demons’ undertone - If only he knew... Persephone baited him at intervals, which seemed like a good pastime to pick up for later times, if they continued traveling together in the future, but not nearly interesting enough for him to wake from his slumber. The real highlight of his subtle eavesdropping was this new person. He sounded young, and a bit of a tryhard, but intelligent and strong-willed. When he heard the youth mention him, he faked at vague motions, planning on rubbing his eyes and bringing himself to a regular sitting position - he decided against it at the redhead’s descriptive word towards him: bum. Fuck you, too, he thought to himself, chest hot at the casual insult. Once again, Pikkon decided to zone out, considering actually falling asleep until the roast was ready since the conversation was so absolutely useless, but the combination of the sudden high wind blowing through the tavern, the sloppy slaps of what sounded like fish fins dragging against the wooden floor, and the unceremonious thud to the ground mere inches behind his ears jolted the Vecherkan up, forgetting entirely his ruse. Plus, it helped that the newcomer screamed in a whine that sent deep shockwaves the back of his chin just after the thud. “What was that?” he asked apprehensively, slowly stretching out his legs to get to his feet. Turning around behind the couch, he saw the new guy - a pale kid with bright orange hair, holding an empty saucer where a cup of tea SHOULD be at a dangerous tilt. “And who are you?” Yuu sank to the ground and began desperately attempting to scoop up the tea from the carpet. Obviously, it didn’t work. He sat there on his knees fumbling with the carpet and the empty tea cup for what must’ve been an eternity, but eventually turned up to look at the guy who’d come up behind him. It appeared to be the guy from the couch, who’d fallen asleep earlier. His voice made him sound aloof and typically reserved, the opposite of Yuu. ”I don’t... er, I’m Tsukiyama Yuu. You can call me Yuu if you’d like,” he said. Then, slowly standing to his feet, Yuu turned to look at Elder with a deep frown. Almost immediately, he dropped the saucer and the cup (again), not even wincing when the handle of the cup broke off of the cup itself, and bowed deeply. ”I’msorrymisterelder!” Then, in a blur of motion, Yuu sped back toward the kitchen, only to trip over the corpse of an unfortunately (super) dead girl. His shoe caught on the edges of her stomach, forcing the orange-headed youth to tumble over her and hit the blood-soaked ground. He screamed even louder than before and clutched at every part of his body that came in contact with the blood. ”BWAAAH NO!” ”No, no, this is gross! Helpmeuphelpmeup!” Pikkon sighed. The kid had screamed bloody murder about the girl when he dropped his cup, but then instantly forgot about it in favor of the cup - then started screeching just as violently upon discovering the body again. Perhaps he had some acute short-term memory disease? It would explain how haunted he’d sounded in his discussion with Narvi. While thinking this over, he walked to the kid and grabbed him from behind, hoisting him up by his shoulders and half-dragging him away from the watery, bloody corpse. By then, the trio had presumably gotten up and come over to inspect it as well. Pikkon leaned down, trying to decipher some kind of clue, but found nothing. It looked just as much like a dead Earth girl as he’d expect one to look. “Is anyone ever gonna tell me what’s going o-- SWEET MOTHER OF GANR!” The innkeeper had finally seen the body, coming out of the kitchen and seeing the wreckage on his nice hardwood flooring. Hyperventilating, he made a couple hand signs - probably some local tradition - and leaned against the wall, a sheen of cold sweat on his face. “Have you heard of anything like this before? Is this town...” he hesitated to say it, simply because as he was saying it, he realized that something similar had happened in the very recent past, “...haunted?” Was this the same spectre who’d freed them from the EDF cell? Or were all the ghosts on Earth linked together in some weird crusade to follow his group? Narvi inspected the body, along with Pikkon and presumably Persephone. The demon wasn’t alarmed with what he saw, he was more used to death than what he would have liked to have been, but there was something about the situation that troubled him. Even though he was glad to find that demonic activity had been relatively low on the planet (aside from the little spectacle in the Spaceport), when the term “haunted” had been thrown around he couldn’t help but feel slightly on edge about the whole thing. Did the apparition follow them? That wasn’t likely to the raven haired demon, because that would require the ghost to know what he was, unless…. he was with them the entire time? It was a possibility, but again, not one that Narvi was willingly to ponder over for any extended amount of time. The demon attempted to calm the innkeeper by dragging the body out of the inn through the backdoor as to not draw a scene. This was a small, quaint village, they didn’t need to have their peace disturbed with a murder investigation. ”There are multiple wounds on her body, so it could be torture,” Narvi said to no one in particular. Once the innkeeper had calmed down, he would then ask him, ”Had there been a murder around here recently? Or cases of people gone missing?” Word Count: 1,098[split 3 ways] 366 Pikkon Count: 366 Uub Count: 1,158 Narvi Count: 1,158 Total Count: 3,545 |
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| OldNewPikkon | Jul 3 2015, 12:27 AM Post #6 |
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A simple twist, a light tug. Two easy acts initiated a stream of hundreds of spherical droplets, of what appeared to be an unknown substance. Her dirt and blood stained index finger was caught in the manufactured torrent and immediately appeared as if it sucked up the moisture. The simple act of rubbing her index finger along the ridge of her thumb lifted the first layer of dirt that clung to her. Water. How long had it been since the refreshing substance had graced her? In reality it had only been nearly a week since her daring escape of Damaskia. In that time, however, the scenario’s they had all been put through were very much opposed to proper hygiene. Persephone had shed the soiled clothing and deposited it straight into the trash. - where it belonged. Every article was beyond recovery. Steam rolled from the fully prepared shower now, inviting the girl to join, in the bathroom she truly had no idea if she was even allowed in. During the “events” going on downstairs, Persephone had slunk away into the shadows to take care of the gnawing disgust that she felt. She stepped into the man-made device, but ascended to a heavenly bliss wrapped around her entire form. Everything about the moment was savored, down to the murky water that fell off her. Her mind wandered. Where did they plan on going? Just how far was this little group going to last? The Shadowguard never forgot about a loose end - and it would certainly not forget about her. Plans and backup plans of backup plans were going to be required if she had any expectation of living. And what was she to do with the new group she was with? Divulging her predicament could lead to some consequences. But it also could... ”I’ll deal with this later. For now she would just continue along the path they were set upon, then she would decide. Hopefully that did not entail more petty arguments from N- Mid-thought was derailed by a debilitating pain that quickly descended, sourced from her right arm. At some point which she could not determine, Persephone collapsed onto her knees and tightly gripped her forearm in a futile attempt to stem the pain. No matter how hard her grip was it did nothing. Fire swept through her veins - appropriate considering the steam continued to rise around her due to the heat of the water. Just when it felt like the world was spinning around her and she was likely to be thrown against the the gates of hell, everything leveled off. Slowly the agonizing pain and burning that coursed through her ebbed into a steady (but light) flow. “What was that?” she muttered to herself. Her left hand still tightly wrapped around the aching spot; did she dare take it off? Would she find some malady under her hand, a virus? With her enemies being the whole of Damaskia it was very possible. It was like a child ripping off their first bandage, a slow, arduous process. First the fingers parted to reveal slivers of intact and untouched skin. A good sign. They parted slightly, and then even more slightly after that. When it seemed like everything was clear she fully removed her hand. Located on her upper forearm, seared directly into her skin was a scar-like Mark. It's appearance was similar to one a blade would make, except it had a distinct look to it. "What the fuck? When did this happen?" she said. Her mind played back the recent memories and she attempted to recall an act that would explain this - anything at all. Twisting the knob of the shower shut off its blissful gift, but it was necessary. Perhaps seeking out the Elder was the best option. He was wise and had knowledge that far surpassed anyone who she could reach. But first, clothes. The sudden realization that she hadn't procured anything to wear! Thankfully with dinner on the horizon, the rooms upstairs were vacant. Wrapped in a towel the girl slipped into the room nearest to her and instantly hit the closet. This room, apparently, belonged to a woman stuck in the mindset that shoulder pads would increase her productivity and demand respect at work. Word Count: 710 Bebi Count: 1,046 Total Count: 336 |
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| OldNewPikkon | Jul 3 2015, 05:21 PM Post #7 |
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Narvi, showing a presence of mind that Pikkon hadn’t expected him to based on their interactions thus far, managed to both remove the inn of the body and maneuver the innkeeper out of the inn as well, presumably to talk him down while he was alone to allow the rest of the people in the building to talk. Checking to make sure that Yuu would be fine against the wall for the moment, Pikkon went into the kitchen, deciding to look in on the innkeeper’s wife. “Carol, is everything okay in here?” She nodded, clearly distracted, as she pulled the roast out of the oven, the perfect golden brown. “This isn’t the first time my husband has had one of his episodes. I just hope he didn’t scare any of you with all of that nonsense.” Deciding that the best thing to do was let her go on thinking nothing was wrong in the living room, Pikkon just nodded and started to leave. “Dinner will be ready in about 10 minutes, by the way - just need to let this beast cool off, haha!” “No problem, ma’am,” he replied. Yuu was roughly in the same spot as before, Pikkon figured, but he wasn’t exactly sure where he’d propped the teen up before, so really the Vecherkan was just bullshitting himself. “Hey, Yuu, how ya feeling?” he asked, bringing his voice down a couple notches to a shade above a whisper. “You wanna help me clean up the mess?” As he asked, he went and grabbed a mop that was leaning against the far wall; there wasn’t much else to do until Narvi came back with the innkeeper besides clean up, since Persephone had somehow vanished and Elder was still sitting in the couch peacefully, almost as though nothing had happened. Yuu hardly even noticed Pikkon moving him to the wall, where he could sit without interruption and gather his thoughts. The truth was that for as much destruction as he’d seen, there was something altogether unfamiliar and terrifying about the way death gripped a person. He could never unsee that girl, and he’d been in the middle of mentally going back over the fact that he’d tripped over the girl’s body when Pikkon startled him to attention. Yuu stared at him for a second, his eyes wide and his mouth slack. Then, with a frown, he popped up from the floor and stole a glance at Elder, who didn’t seem to care about the situation. Finally, he turned back to face Pikkon, who’d returned with a mop. ”Y-yeah,” he mumbled. ”I think th-that’d help.” Yuu strode across the room with long, fearful steps. Blood was still all over the floor, but he tried to pay it no heed until he returned with a mop of his own. He stood next to Pikkon dumbly for a second before realizing that the man probably wanted to start on the other side of the room, so that they weren’t doing the same thing, and getting to the task. ”Does this sort of thing... happen often here? On Earth, I mean,” he asked. ”I’m from Kelioux, kind of. I was born here, but I didn’t live here. I don’t really know what it’s like, so I don’t know if this is normal.” His voice was full of anxiety and fearful trepidation that he hoped Pikkon didn’t notice. There were a lot of other things that he hoped Pikkon didn’t notice, like the way his knees were shaking and the fact that he sucked at mopping things up (especially blood trails), but he didn’t say anything about them. “Undead bodies coming to life and strutting around like they aren’t dead?” For some reason, Pikkon was finding a morbid sense of humor from the turn of events - probably, it was a defense mechanism, but he was just rolling with it for the time being. Pausing, he looked down at what he was mopping; the mixture of so much water and the sticky, congealed dark red chunks floating in it drew him in. Finally, he replied, “Frankly, I wouldn’t know. I only landed on Earth today. But this wasn’t normal on my home planet. We buried our dead and they stayed in the ground, replenishing the world.” Lifting his mop, he brought it over to a bucket and squeezed out most of the water. As he went back to the significantly better looking part of the floor he’d been cleaning, he announced, “I’ve never been to Kelioux. What’s it like?” “I’m going outside,” Elder announced suddenly, getting up and stalking out the front door without waiting for a response. Yuu didn’t laugh at Pikkon’s joke, even if it was kind of funny. He could tell that the other man was trying to make light of the situation and ease the tangerine head’s nerves. He managed a small smile and continued mopping the floors until Pikkon’s question came, which prompted Yuu to look up from his mopping and actually pause. It was a fair question, a normal question. It was a question anyone would’ve probably asked. ”What was Kelioux like?” Yuu repeated, puckering his lips up into little corners. He wondered how to answer the question while dipping his mop into the water and slowly circling the floor with the little dreadlocks at the end of the stick. A few weeks ago, he’d have probably turned it into a karate staff and tried to fight Pikkon with it. ”I don’t think I knew the real Kelioux.” He grinned, clumsily, and scratched at the back of his head for a second. He really was a superbly awkward kid. Pikkon probably thought he was a weirdo already, since he’d pretty much just quoted a bad movie. Still, he soldiered on admirably. ”The kinda stuff that happened on the moon’s been happening a lot there. I was a delivery boy before I left, but some things went down and a church got blown up... humans aren’t really all that welcome there right now,” he said. ”I’m not sure how else to explain it. There was this thing called the Inquisition, and they’re pretty much creepy police.” Yuu swirled his mop over the ground and dunked it again. He hadn’t made much headway. Was he mopping the floor wrong? Or had the blood just dried already? He probably should’ve started earlier. With an animated groan, Yuu applied more force to the floor and mopped at super speed. ”It’s nice though, sometimes. It’s a lot darker than Earth. Everything is this kind of metal gray, and the walls stink like metal too. I think I saw a guy kick a puppy once,” he joked. ”If you didn’t come from Earth, where did you come from? I know that innkeeper guy is from here. Mr. Elder doesn’t look like he’s from here... and uh, that pale guy was really weird. Is he from here?” Pikkon smiled as Yuu talked. Something about his simplicity and honesty appealed to Pikkon. He was... more tangible than Persephone’s ever-changing personality and backstory, and easily more relatable than Narvi’s constant sob story. Elder was Elder - you didn’t connect to him so much as you listened and learned. Hearing about the loss of Yuu’s hometown, at least in his eyes, brought Pikkon back to himself. Though he put on a front for the people around him to seem older and more put together than he really was, the alien wasn’t much older than 18. He was a kid, too, really. “Heh, well, everybody thinks I’m from Namek, I think, that meets me. Except for, well...” he waved indistinctly about the room, to indicate the three people he’d been spending his recent time with. “I’m actually from the West Galaxy, and came here because-- well, I guess I lost my home, too.” Laying the mop against the couch, the Vecherkan put his hands on his hips, taking slow, even breaths. “You wouldn’t have heard of it, but it was called Vecherka.” He pronounced it as veh-ch-ur-kuh. “It was fun, because it wasn’t like Earth - or like how you described Kelioux. We just moved around every couple days, like uh... like nomads. Anyway,” he said, grabbing the mop again and laying it over in the corner he’d found it, “I can’t go back, either, so there’s nothing for it.” “Do you want to check and see if dinner--” Just then, the innkeeper burst into the building, headed over to the couch, and laid down, staring at the ceiling as though he had seen a ghost. Word Count: 1,422[split 2 ways] Pikkon Count: 1,077 Uub Count: 1,869 Total Count: 5,677 |
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| OldNewPikkon | Jul 9 2015, 01:14 AM Post #8 |
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A large heavy foot kicked down the main door to the hotel’s lobby. A deep baritone voice spoke from behind the darkness of the night. “What’s this, a party without yours truly?” A heavy metal framed leather boot slammed down splintering the wooden door into toothpick sized pieces. The smell of burning tobacco leaves levitated like a toxic cloud throughout the lobby. The clinging repetition of metal shackles would alarm whomever would be in the area. A flame burned eating at the large cigar it originated from. The ashes from the passing flame fell into a tangling black beard. Black sunglasses hid the man’s eyes, as he was inevitably scanning the room and all its patrons. The man cracked his head as he would tilt it to relieved his tight muscles. His shoulder rolled back and his leather gloved hands adjusted around the stainless steel of a over sized assault rifle. “Where the fuck is Karina!” The muscular giant demanded. His voice thunderous and even more intimidating than his appearance. “Calm down Meca…” A second more softer voice spoke from behind the ebony giant. Shortly after the man appeared from behind the massive assault rifle wielding man. He too wore dark shades that hid his eyes, but his features were similar and more appealing than that of the previous man. The second man walked nonchalantly passed Meca, and grinned as he noticed the green man. “Just as he said… the green bean.” The smaller man made his way towards Pikkon, a sly smile still present as an introducing hand extended for a handshake. “Evening sir, the name is Money.” Meca snorted as he watched his younger brother playing so polite with the alien sump. It annoyed him, even more than the fact that the two were taking orders again. The mercenary life was enjoyable, but he hated being a hired-gun, so it seemed. His dark shades reflected the person he was mugging. His left nostril flared as he saw the skinny orange hair kid. Yuu glanced up at the large man with a blank expression when he came in, his honeyed eyes aglow with confusion and respect. The guy was super huge! He looked like some kind of badass GI Joe action figure or a Suppaman comic book character. Yuu’d outgrown toys and he never really had the time to read anymore, but he could still feel the envy growing inside of him. He hoped he ended up being that crazy huge. When the man’s nostril flared, Yuu’s opinion changed drastically in a fraction of a second. The guy was looking down on him, which sucked, but he didn’t put too much thought into it. Instead, he turned to look at Pikkon and Money. Money introduced himself rather rudely, and Yuu’s nose wrinkled up his face at the thought. ”His name isn’t green bean,” Yuu very helpfully clarified. ”And I don’t really think your name is Money. That’s a stupid name.” He was being genuine, despite the fact that he knew such a thing was probably a bad idea. He’d been having such a nice conversation with Pikkon and “Money’d” just randomly interrupted it with his lunkhead of a friend. Yuu considered insulting their manners, but decided against it. Instead, he put the mop against the couch, as he’d seen Pikkon do, and turned back to face the new arrivals. They were apparently regulars at the inn, or at least, that was what they seemed like. ”Do you guys need something?” The cheeky man annoyed Meca rather easily with his bold words and tone. The inn seemed to shake beneath the weight of the giant, as he stepped closer to the little man. His fingers feeling out the rigid surface of his rifle’s barrel jacket. A dense cloud of grey smoke escaped his partially parted lips, as he was now breathing down upon the brave man. “Are you Narvi?” Meca showed no interest in answering the inquire of the little man. In fact his business there was irrelevant to the man, unless he was in fact the demon he came in search of, Narvi. Money only raised an eyebrow to the little guy’s allegation. “Stupid name huh!?” He was used to people doubting his identity, but he could understand why. “Well then sir…. how about you enlighten me with how “non-stupid” your name is.” He spoke all without removing his gaze from the green man. His hand still extended awaiting some form of response from the green warrior. It was at that moment Persephone had entered the stage once more. Descending from the staircase located just to the left of all the action, her reappearance must have brought up the idea of when exactly she had disappeared in the first place. There was something happening in the main lobby of the inn, evidenced by the two people who did not fit in, and were not there when she had slipped away. If they were there to harm them… Persephone slid one hand behind her back to casually brush her index finger against the hidden gun she carried. “Ahem,” she interrupted by clearing her throat. Casually, she leaned against the nearest wall to her, in order to avoid looking awkwardly prepared to fire shots. If it hadn’t been for the fiery red hair that seemed to be her signature physical aspect, none of them might have known who she was. All of the caked on dirt, blood splatters, torn clothing and all around derelict-looking appearance was vanquished. “Who are these clowns?” Persephone looked at PIkkon as she spoke, with a subtle head nod toward the two new humans. Pikkon finally snapped back to attention, after going into some unexplainable mindfart for the past 60 seconds or so of conversation. Turning to face Persephone, he calmly announced, “Well, this is our good friend Money, of course, with HIS friend Meca.” Going back to his original position, he took Money’s hand and shook it firmly, waving his other arm to invite them further into the room. “Sorry, I’m just really hungry. What-- w--.” Pausing for a second, he thought about his next reply. “...how about we go have some of the roast that Carol just made, and we can talk about why you’re here over that? Yuu,” he said, turning to the pale-skinned human. “How about you go ahead and grab the innkeeper, Elder, and Narvi, and let them know dinner’s ready.” Yuu’d already had friction with the gigantic muscled excuse for a human, so it was best that he separate the two of them for the time being until Pikkon was sure of what exactly the fuck was going on. Once Yuu had gone to do as he’d asked, he turned around, half-waving an arm at the three others left in the room for them all to go to the kitchen with him. “You two are spending the night here, right?” Money grinned at the word “friend”. His cool demeanor apparently won over a miniscule of trust from the green man. “Stay the night? Perhaps...” He hadn’t planned on taking refuge in the inn, but the sound of roast, alerted his empty stomach. He and Meca hadn’t eaten in two days, too busy chasing their ghost of a friend, whom was still absent from the party. And not to mention that crazed cat. A dark miniature figure, emerged from the shadows. Gleaming yellow eyes with diamond shaped pupils. A tail whipped about as the small being came further into the light. “You fools are so impatient.” A feminine voice escaped the fourth person. A black cat made it’s way casually to the center of the room. It’s eyes weighed heavy on Meca and Money. “I leave for the litter box, for one second and you two buffoons took it upon yourselves to make the grand entrance….” Meca looked down at the cat with a slight hesitant expression. “Did you expect for us to-” Before the overly sized man could finish his plea, the cat had pounced upon the man’s shoulder instantly wrapping it’s tail around the massive man’s neck. “Listen wisely my Meca, only reason I haven’t killed you and you’re charming brother Money yet, is because you’re still valuable assists to my master…. now apologize to these nice people for interrupting their little shindig.” “Now… Now Shinobu, no need to get all hostile. Our little green friend here just invited us to join them for supper.” Money interjected before Shinobu had the opportunity to rearrange Meca’s face with her claws that were already hungry for blood. Money caught the site of a woman from his peripherals. An eyebrow raised, as his heart rate heightened. “Who are you?” It was almost as if everything in the room vanished, as Money turned to face the woman poised so preciously against the wall. Like a gift awaiting him to unwrap. His fingers slide over his right eyebrow, assuring him nothing distracting clung to his face, as he made his confident stroll over to the red head. His tongue traced the outer lining of his upper lip. His eyes seeked to meet that of the woman’s as a welcoming hand extended palm facing upwards hoping she would take the chivalrous introduction. “Greeting my dear, the name is money. Can we talk for a minute?” Persephone looked upon the bulked out man with utter passiveness. Her eyebrows didn’t even flinch as he approached. Why her, anyways? Perhaps it was the new clothing she adorned. Her scavenging had produced a simple black dress that fit her lithe form. No, it had little to do with her outfit, the answer was rather clear after giving the entirety of the inn an inspection. Besides her, the only other woman was the innkeeper’s old ass wife. Nobody wanted that. Except the innkeeper. “No,” the red-haired woman declared. Money started another attempt but was instantly shut down by another, more firm, No. In order to cut short anymore bold, but fruitless attempts, she stepped away from the wall and strode toward the most elder of the building; Elder. As she sauntered away from the slightly disheartened Money, he snatched the opportunity to inspect the tail end of those goods he became enamored with. That was when he saw it, and delivered a smirk at the catty, dangerous woman. Swinging behind her ever so slightly and hooked onto her belt lay two pistols clasped into a holster. Mm, a woman after my own heart. Dat ass, too, he thought. Money looked upon her with lust but his eyes were drawn to the white bandage wrapped tightly around her forearm. He pondered what kind of injury the woman could have sustained, and if it would keep her from taking a p- “DINNER!” a loud, ear piercing screech broke through the entire house. The smell of perfectly cooked roast wafted through the air, filling every nostril with its hunger inducing scent. The Innkeeper’s wife would have no trouble attracting their scattered attention to the dining room. Word Count: 1,832[split 4 ways] Uub Count: 2,327 Bebi Count: 1,504 Set Count: 985 Pikkon Count: 1,535 Total Count: 7,509 |
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