Prince "Kayne Mecha-Yeezus Arnold West" Vegeta (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
misterbrief) wrote2013-01-11 03:14 pm
misterbrief) wrote2013-01-11 03:14 pm
Entry tags:
1st Taunt | Voice/Action
[Action]
[His clothing had finally arrived, and Vegeta's streaking through the sky, a blue trail of energy in his wake. He finally reaches the shop in a huff, catching himself with a left foot and balancing with a right as he lands.]
[Inside, he's berating the poor person running the shop-]
You-! Are my belongings finally in stock in this pathetic little dump you call a store!?
[He soon after stomps out, clothing in hand, reaching the middle of the square. But he doesn't take off right away, still brooding over his arrival in Luceti.]
[In fact, throws his clothes down onto the ground in a rage and takes out the journal he'd woken up with a few days prior.]
[During his short voice entry, he searches his back and finds his wing, still yelling into the device, yanking on it with teeth gritted. He falls to his knees, face completely blue as the shining ocean itself and is desperately trying to hold back vomiting as a few feathers or so float down beside him.]
[He'll be there for a short while before he regains the strength to stand up and walk again, back to his apartment.]
[Voice]
Listen, I don't know exactly why I've found myself here, but I am tired of this ridiculous game. I demand I be returned back to West City before I decide that I'm going to get some therapy from blasting someone. And these ludicrous wings-! They can't be removed, huh? Well we'll see about that!
[A groan and the ruffle of feathers- followed by a cry out as he's reaching back and yanking on the wing on his left side. Over the audio there's a thud and the sound of a throat holding back what one could probably assume was his lunch.]
Argh! You can't...be serious...!
[His clothing had finally arrived, and Vegeta's streaking through the sky, a blue trail of energy in his wake. He finally reaches the shop in a huff, catching himself with a left foot and balancing with a right as he lands.]
[Inside, he's berating the poor person running the shop-]
You-! Are my belongings finally in stock in this pathetic little dump you call a store!?
[He soon after stomps out, clothing in hand, reaching the middle of the square. But he doesn't take off right away, still brooding over his arrival in Luceti.]
[In fact, throws his clothes down onto the ground in a rage and takes out the journal he'd woken up with a few days prior.]
[During his short voice entry, he searches his back and finds his wing, still yelling into the device, yanking on it with teeth gritted. He falls to his knees, face completely blue as the shining ocean itself and is desperately trying to hold back vomiting as a few feathers or so float down beside him.]
[He'll be there for a short while before he regains the strength to stand up and walk again, back to his apartment.]
[Voice]
Listen, I don't know exactly why I've found myself here, but I am tired of this ridiculous game. I demand I be returned back to West City before I decide that I'm going to get some therapy from blasting someone. And these ludicrous wings-! They can't be removed, huh? Well we'll see about that!
[A groan and the ruffle of feathers- followed by a cry out as he's reaching back and yanking on the wing on his left side. Over the audio there's a thud and the sound of a throat holding back what one could probably assume was his lunch.]
Argh! You can't...be serious...!
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You can just call me Aang! And, uh... this is a tough one, but I do lots of things! Mostly I'm supposed to meet the the leaders of the different nations and do what I can to negotiate peace and make sure everything stays balance. I also go into the Spirit World to talk things out with the spirits! But for most of the time I've been the Avatar, I've had to work to defeat the Fire Lord and stop a war so that the world could go back to being balanced.
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[You've got him a little awestruck here, Aang. His jaw is dropped slightly and eyes wide at the thought.]
Stop a war, huh? [He'll give him that one.] Was this Fire Lord a powerful adversary?
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He was! He was... really powerful and scary. And when I fought him... he had a meteor that was making him even stronger.
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He sounds like he would have been fun. I wish I'd of had a crack at him myself! [Arrogant as ever, thinking he can defeat anyone.] That meteor wouldn't of saved him if I'd been there.
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Fun? It wasn't fun at all. It was... really scary. But if you coulda stopped him easily... I'd be glad for that.
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Let's hurry and get to the clinic. I believe we'll have much to discuss once I am well. [He groans a little from the pain and nausea still, though it's starting to wane, but not by much.]
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But... yeah. Let's get you there first. [As they reach the road by the clinic, Aang points it out.] We're almost there already!
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[And he's kinda glad, for once. Aang was driving him up the wall and he was going to need some time to himself before he had the patience to speak with the young Avatar again.]
I won't need your assistance from here. You can find me in Community House 3, on the 2nd floor. I believe it's Room 6. [He lets go of Aang, attempting to walk himself into the clinic.] I don't know how long it's going to take to heal, but don't come and bother me.
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[He won't come to bother him in person of course; but he will send Vegeta a "get well" gift basket later that day.]
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