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...!
[Voice]
[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.
[Voice]
[Voice]
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.
[Voice]
...Put some ice on the wings; it'll help.
[Voice]
[Except for the fact he's feeling all of it.]
[Voice]
Anyway, good luck. So you around.
[Voice]
[Luck.]
Until next time.