misterbrief | 1st Taunt

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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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[Derek will wait quietly until the guy is done retching. He figures Vegeta probably isn't done yet, and it might as well be the hunter he rages at as anyone else once he gets his second wind. Derek has the time. And the patience.]

[And retch he does. He gasps and spits whatever was left out onto the ground, almost forgetting to pick up the journal he'd dropped in the process.

If Derek could see him now, his face would be a very, very bright red.]

I suppose you don't know who's bright idea it was to make these things almost impossible to remove.

[He's finally starting to get the idea that maybe...this wasn't such a smart decision.]

[Even if Derek could see Vegeta's face right now, he wouldn't comment. He's seen this before on his own world; some guys just need to rage before they start thinking clearly.]

Think they're called the Malnosso. Been told the wings are necessary if you want to stay alive on this world, but haven't been able to find a concrete reason as to why yet. Either no one knows, or the people running the place don't want us to know. Or I just haven't found the right place to look, yet.

[The Prince goes to respond, only to start hacking over the feed- but he regains composure, catching himself with a hand, leaning back with the journal as he continues on with Derek.]

Malnosso! [Yeah, that sounded familiar now...he hadn't really looked into things much since he'd arrived.] They've got some nerve. Tch. Either way, I'm going to get to the bottom of this. No one makes a mockery of the Saiyan Prince.

Some of the older residents seem to believe that the Malnosso don't actually bring us here; they just grab us as we show up and do the whole surgery thing before putting us in the enclosure. Like I said, not sure how much of that is accurate, but it's in the guide. They also apparently don't know how to send us home.

Hmmmm. [How did he miss the guide?!] Well that's great. I can't believe we're stuck in his little enclosed dome with not even a clue from our captors on how to leave. [He already tried to leave; it was very similar to a bird hitting a glass window that it didn't notice. Which thankfully no one saw.]

[An audible sigh comes over the comm, the creaking and cracking of bones- finally finding his strength again, he gets up from his previous sickly position.]

Tell me of whom I am speaking to. If I'm going to be trapped here I'd at least want to know that much.

Derek Bliss. And the guide is towards the back of your journal.

[Called out. E M B A R A S S I N G]

Vegeta. [His thumb rubs over the mic on accident, completely giving it away that he's looking on the back for the guide previously mentioned.]

Well Derek. You've been more than helpful, which is to say better than what I've encountered so far in this village. [Crack crack goes a neck; and he begins to pad his way back to the apartment, still too weak to fly, which is indicated by a soft breeze-like noise instead of a loud whistle had he taken off.]

If you find out more you will have to inform me. I'd be interested to know.

Sure thing.

...Put some ice on the wings; it'll help.

[A soft chuckle crosses the feed.] No need. I don't even feel it.

[Except for the fact he's feeling all of it.]

Just saying.

Anyway, good luck. So you around.

Yeah, yeah.

[Luck.]

Until next time.

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