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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You misinterpret my words, man of great tantrums.

It is a mere warning. Removing your wings would have the same ramification as tearing one's heart out, or similar gross acts.

What did you just call me? [Loki's description fits him to a T.]

And if I wanted your input, I would have asked for it.

Man of great tantrums? If you wish to change that to extremely grouchy old man, well, that can most definitely be arranged.

Oh, do not fret, my input is free of charge.

Well, I hope you'll enjoy your name to be changed from whatever it is to "tiny speck of dust" because that's what you're going to become if you don't watch your tongue.

You're the one that should be fretting.

Loki will do fine, but I shall consider your suggestion, yes?

Please refrain from threats, old man of great tantrums.

You will address me as Vegeta, nothing less. I highly suggest you also take into consideration never calling me old again lest you find yourself at the unlucky end of your life.

[He's not letting Loki tell him who he can and cannot threaten. No way.]

Vegeta? Ah, Vegetable.

You may address me as Loki Laufeyson, god of mischief, Vegetable.

[It never occurred to him that his name fit the beginning of that word exactly. Never.

Neither did it occur to him ever that his brother's name fit the end of that word almost exactly. Tarble.]

[And in that second, Vegeta put two and two together and never before had he been so angry at his father.]

Named after produce!? [His rage meets a height that hadn't been reached since the moment before he'd reached the status of Super Saiyan. And Loki, that rage is aimed at you]

How dare you! How dare you mock my Saiyan ancestry! God or not I'm going to get some therapy out on you!

Hush, Vegetable, you are damaging my ears. Please try to calm down, yes? It is not so bad to be named after edible plants.

[He chuckles softly. He could make use of this...]

And how am I mocking your ancestry when your parents are responsible for giving you your name? If everything, you should aim your anger at them, you see?

Tccch. Your ears will be the least of your worries! [He's practically frothing at this point.]

[And he is so not even going into anything regarding his family.] Shut up! Regardless, if you continue to call me that I'll blast you halfway to oblivion!

Don't you have something better to do than annoy me?

[Now his threats become downright preposterous and Loki has a hard time to hide his laughter.]

At this point there is absolutely not anything better I can do. Consider yourself lucky, you see?

Tell me, Vegetable, are you perhaps...a very bad, tough guy?

Oh yes, I've certainly won the lotto on this one. [There's an audible scoff over the comm. And he keeps calling him Vegetable.]

I don't know, you tell me. I'd be more than happy to show you.

Aye! I like that spirit, Vegetable.

I live in apartmentbuilding five, on the fifth floor, room twenty five. I will take care of sandwiches and tea.

Of course I will also work on a spell to cure you of your receeding hairline.

[He lowers his voice to a whisper.]

That will not work well with the maidens. And yes, you may thank me later.

Do you honestly think I want to come over and have tea and sandwiches with you!? [This kid is out of his mind if he thinks Vegeta even wants to be near him.]

[There is just tons of angry noises coming out of the comm now.] Shut up! First of all, a Saiyan's hair does not change from the day they are born, so you can forget about that! Plus, I don't need any help from you with women-! [Guy is married, after all.] But thank you for telling me where you live so I can make sure that location doesn't exist anymore, you little runt!

Why wouldn't you? I make excellent sandwiches. You will find yourself astonished with the fact that honey and bacon makes an excellent combination.

[Oh, how much fun Loki has right now. Vegetable truly had an anger problem.]

Do not fret, I will make camomille tea for you, it tends to calm the mind, you see?

[He raises his eyebrows at the last threat.]

A Saiyan? Are you an alien from a realm beyond the Nine Realms? If so, does your homeplanet looks like a rather large chunk of broccoli? It would be fitting, you see?

And please do not do that.

[The last comment about his planet resembling broccoli finally sets the Saiyan off, anger reaching a new high that passed beyond how sick he felt from the assault on his wings. A strange sound similar to the hum of energy followed by air whipping through the mic on the journal filters in through the comm.

It is then proceeded by an angry yell, stomping footsteps up a stairway, until the infuriated Prince arrives in front of Loki's door in his apartment in Community House Five.]

[In which the door is ripped from its hinges, slamming against the wall directly behind, revealing a very red faced, huffing, angry Prince, consumed in a blue energy- palm aimed right at the young god.]

You think that's funny don't you!? I'm going to teach you some manners, you annoying little brat-!

[After Loki lost contact with Vegetable he closes the journal and heads for the kitchen to make hideous sandwiches that have more to do with combining an interesting variety of ingredients than actual sandwiches and some tea. After all, Loki promised, and Loki is all about promises.

Only thing is that he did not expect to lose his door again. And my, is Vegetable small. A really tiny man with a lot of muscles. Maybe his homeplanet was inhabited by tiny men with a lot of muscles named after vegetables.

While Vegetable rants Loki chews thoughtfully on his sandwich, looking at the hand aimed at him.]

Are you going to pummel me, Vegetable?

[He puts his hand down but the energy doesn't dissipate as Vegeta stomps right into the room, a hand flying out in an attempt to grab Loki by his shirt.]

If you don't cut it out I'll do more than that-! [One of the veins in his massive forehead pops out as his teeth grit harder.] One more comment about carrots, peas, lettuce, or anything of the sort is going to result in a nice workout session with your body, and I promise it's going to hurt.

[And if he'd gotten a hold of Loki at this point, this is where he would release him, angrily folding his arms over his chest, glaring with full force at the god.]

[Loki utters a small 'yelp'-sound when Vegeta grabs his shirt and tilts him up. Still, he definitely isn't scared. After all, back in Asgard this happened on a daily base.]

My word. Such a bully.

[He taps his chin briefly.]

Are tomatoes a vegetable as well? I have always wondered such a thing, yet I am still unsure. Do you know the answer? I am at a loss, you see?

[A second vein joins the first, eyes closing in complete fury at the question. Of course he knows the answer- no, it's not a vegetable- but he avoids answering it.]

I don't know, why don't you try looking it up. [Vegeta is shaking with rage now.]

[This small muscled man has a serious anger problem.]

Calm down, it is a mere question, nothing more, you see?

[He points at him...]

By Odin's sores, you are a bad liar.

[...and offers him a most dubious sandwich afterwards.]

But are tomatoes a vegetable?

[He lets the energy fade, holding his arms tighter against his chest, turning a head to the side while still keeping one eye on the nuisance before him.]

[And being called out? He doesn't say anything to it because it was true, so instead the Prince continues his ongoing glare; that royal nose going up in the air.]

[But the question remains and the sandwich extended. Internally there was a battle between swatting the sandwich out of his hand in frustration, but on the other hand, a Saiyan's stomach is one of the largest and most dangerous black holes in the universe, if you were an edible item.]

No, it's a fruit. [And said food item is swiped from Loki, meeting the end of its short sad life in two chomps as it ran down the gullet of the Saiyan Prince.]

Any other irritating questions for me?

By Odin's beard, I have never seen someone consume sustenance with such remarkable speed.

[Really, Vegeta, you should not have asked that. Especially since Loki is already grinning again because you have answered his first question so very truthfully.]

Absolutely, Vegetable.

[Loki points at the couch.]

Please sit down and let me get some tea for you.

[And so he turns around and pours tea for the small muscled man named after food inside a large mug and finally hands him said mug, a friendly smile on his face. After that he sticks out his hand, expecting Vegeta to shake it.]

Allow me to properly introduce myself since it is most uncouth to not do so when inviting a stranger into one's place. My name is Loki Laufeyson from the house of Odin.

[Vegeta, however, does not sit- he'd prefer to stand, as is. He does take the mug, sipping from it, without a single thank you. The hand extended out in front of him is ignored though, a lazy eye glancing down at it with disinterest.

If he'd been in a "good" mood for what would be considered good for the irritable Prince, he might of taken it. But as it stands, Loki has annoyed Vegeta to no end, thus leaving the god with an empty palm hanging in midair, while he continued to sip on the tea.]

Quit calling me Vegetable! I am Vegeta, Prince of all Saiyans. And you've already told me your name, God of Mischief. [He peers at Loki from over the rim of the mug.]

And what kind of moron do you take me for? You, a god? I could squash you underneath my thumb! [He doesn't have very good manners when it comes to this kind of thing, nor does he believe in gods.]

Prince of all Saiyans? All? How many Saiyans are currently here in the land of Luceti, Prince Vegetable of Planet Saiyan?

[Loki withdraws his hand and goes to sit on the couch with his own tea, carefully dipping a sandwich in said tea.]

According to Midgardian mythology the god Loki belongs to the pantheon of Norse gods, you see? And I do not believe that. Even though you have an impressive build, you are also rather short, Prince Vegetable of Planet Saiyan, therefore your thumb is too small to be used for crushing me.

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[action][that was the weirdest english in my previous tag TAT]

[action] Naw, don't worry about it silly

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