misterbrief | 1st Taunt

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1st Taunt | Voice/Action

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[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.]

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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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[He didn't remember it having a chance at raining today. So, he looks up. And sees nothing but bright, sunny sky.]

[Strange.]

Yes yes, gods. [If she was going to be so insistent, fine.] No, I don't need a guide, I've found what I need to well enough on my own, thanks.

[It's just this little matter of actually feeling well enough to stand. He looks a little better now, but not by much. So he tries, holding the journal out- and it's shaky, obviously taking him quite the effort to do it, but he gets up after much teeth gritting.]

This is ridiculous-!

Prince, did you actually tear off the wing?

[She's already heading outside, the video feed shaking just a bit as she takes flight on eddies of wind.]

No. [Teeth still bared, he manages to choke out an answer.] I only ripped a few feathers or so out. [Not that he actually knows, being in a rage as he was. He reaches back to touch them, making sure- and ouch, that was tender. His face reflects the pain he felt just from that tiny little touch.]

[A wave of her hand later, and a cloud appears over him as Saori draws in magic, using the video to aim, and giving her a means to find the Saiyan without having to ask. She's seen what happens when a New Feather gets their wings hurt.]

That's good. Please, do not touch them. I am on my way.

[And he won't, Saori- he's learned his lesson, unfortunately the hard way, once again.]

I don't see how, I haven't even told you where I am. [He groans, taking a step forward. Vegeta hasn't really glanced at the video much since trying to stand up, focusing mostly on his own balance at the moment, so he hasn't noticed the fact that she'd already taken off.]

You don't have to. I just know.

[She heads in his direction with as much haste as she can, and it only takes her a little while to reach the Prince. She was hardly omniscient, but that didn't mean mortals had to know that.

A moment later, reaches the cloud and lands on top of it, peering down at him with a vaguely bemused smile through the fluffy weather phenomenon.]

Prince Vegeta, I presume?

[He's still staring at the video when that voice sounds right above him. Needless to say it gives him a startle as he whips his head around to look for the source, causing him to lose his footing and land right on his behind.]

[He regains his composure back quickly however, though it's not hiding that embarrassment he's feeling hot on his face.]

Yes, I am he. And you could of at least warned me that you were going to do that!

[She smiles down at him pleasantly, swishing her feet in the air as she peers down at him, laying stomach down on the cloud.]

Why? I'm here to help you.

[She dropped down dozens of meters lightly, the air itself cushioning her fall and landed without a sound next to him.]

Stand up, let me see your wing.

[Vegeta just growls at her, but does what she says; he struggles to stand up but manages to get to his feet, bent over slightly in pain.]

[As it stands now he ended up tearing more out than he thought- he'd only seen maybe one feather but it looks like he'd gotten more than he'd bargained for. He'd yanked a lot of feathers out of his left wing. Making that wing look very, very sad.]

[Gingerly she looks at it, making faint sounds of disapproval. Not good.]

Hold still and I'll try to ease a bit of the pain.

[And she draws in a little bit of Nala, the filial spirit of healing, and presses her hand gently against his back in an effort to ease the aches. Maybe it'll help?]

[He can feel the pain ease up quite a bit- it's still there but it's much more manageable now, where he could stand up straight without sorely regretting it.]

Thanks. [Maybe a little too curt.]

[So he decides to test out flying again, with all the plans of just leaving Saori- but he doesn't get far, lifting up only a few feet before crashing back down, barely catching himself before taking a spill back onto the ground.]

Ah-! [He wasn't expecting that, but he also still didn't have much strength after his little fit. So he turns, facing her, with a question on his mind.] Lady Kimura, tell me how it is you did that but I still lack the strength to fly.

[She watches him attempt it and winces when he falls to earth, ready to cushion him if he needs it. Apparently, he doesn't.

Jerk.]

You need time to rest and recover. New arrivals are severely drained for a day or so. I've been here for some time, and I'm very conservative with how I use the bulk of my power.

Follow me, and we'll head into the village and you can find a place to rest.

[His mouth turns up, but he follows; not that he has much of a choice in the condition he's put himself in. ~~Idiot~~. He doesn't say anything else for the time being, just manages to look rather irritated as per the usual.]

[Saori leads Vegeta into town, enjoying the silence such as it is. She takes him over to the clothing shop first.]

You can collect clothing here. Your own from home.

[He takes a glance back in the store- he knew that, but that was interesting to him how the clothing store had all his belongings from home.]

So, let me guess, their magic allows them to bring all of our possessions from home. Right?

[Saori nods]

Yes, though whether it's magic or some manner of technology is a matter of debate. It might be some combination of both.

[A foot finds some dirt on the ground and he kicks it up angrily. Of course.] So what has anyone done to try to leave this accursed village? I refuse to believe that this Malnosso is all-powerful and unable to be stopped.

The barrier is all but impenetrable from the inside. I've personally tried everything I know, and I know others have as well. They aren't all powerful, though. There is another group outside the barrier that makes war on the Malnosso. Unfortunately, they also want to kill us as part of some mad ritual.

Really, there just haven't been any openings to really...counterattack. Or I would have, as would others.

[His expression is a mix of shock and sullenness, letting the information of it all soak in, knowing she spoke the truth on the matter. He'd had his own run in with the barrier too, which as one could imagine didn't end well for him.

And this will give him something to ponder and research during his stay here.]

Lady Kimura. If I have any say in it, we won't be stuck here to be experimented on like rats. [He's a pretty determined guy when it comes to this kind of stuff. And he'd heard of the mallynapping.] I can assure you of that.

Unfortunately, you don't have much say in it.

[She shrugged, leading him inside.]

But I'm sure when the time comes you'll be ready to spring into action, Prince. It'll be good to have you there. But that will require patience.

Aren't you the enthusiastic one. [His arms fold and he follows Saori in.

He'd be patient, if he had to. But he won't like it.]

[He takes a gander around the shop- it's got all sorts of items and styles unlike he's ever seen before; and he spots his own, complete even with his Saiyan armor, something he hasn't worn in ages. But he might need it, according to what Saori has told him. There's even the armor bearing the seal of the Vegeta royal family on it, which he picks up and grins.]

Now that's more like it-! [At least he has some formal wear now.] Even my battle armor is here. That will be useful if what you say is true about some idiotic rogue group that will try to kill us. Won't they be in for a surprise.

I am what I am.

[She waits on him patiently, raising an eyebrow at the armor, but declining to comment on the ridiculous shoulderpads.]

Oh, they'll be in for a surprise alright. They've not attacked this enclosure for some time, but it's happened to others.

There are other places like this? You've got to be kidding me! This is absurd, darn them!

[He angrily grabs whatever clothing he finds necessary however, turning back to Saori.]

I'm done. Are there any other places I should be noting here? [The more information Saori volunteers, the more angry he's becoming at the situation again. Though this time without feather tearing.]

Yes, there are a few.

[She shrugs, expression placid in the face of his rage. Vegeta, chill out.]

That depends. Are you missing any weapons, or miscellaneous items?

No, I've no need for weapons and since money isn't required here I've no need for a wallet either. [All it had was credit cards to buy monstrous amounts of clothes for his daughter anyway.]

So if that's all I'm going to head back home. [To what is home for now, he supposes.]

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