Prince "Kayne Mecha-Yeezus Arnold West" Vegeta (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
misterbrief) wrote2014-08-25 07:38 pm
misterbrief) wrote2014-08-25 07:38 pm
11th Taunt | Action
Arriving back in Luceti, he returns home, genuinely happy for a change. Because all the hard work has finally paid off. A brown, long monkey tail pokes out of a hole he's created in the seat of his pants, a reward he's been seeking since he found out it was possible. He felt stronger with it. Now he could reach his maximum potential, a level of power he hasn't had access to since he arrived here. He keeps his tail unwrapped, not feeling any danger of having it grabbed or cut off.
But, the tail comes with its own problems. Problems he hasn't had to worry about in thirty years...
Action
A:
[In the morning, he's headed right for the Clothing Shop, getting new pants for the moment with holes in it for his tail. On the way, he seems to be walking normally, tail bobbing behind him, but he's still a little wobbly. So much that out of the blue, he loses his balance...and crashes, right into you. Or maybe he didn't crash into you, maybe you were just walking by when he started to faceplant and his tail instinctively just wrapped around your arm and took you with him on accident. Or maybe he's hanging onto you by his tail because you are heavy enough not to get dragged down.]
B:
[All that shopping has made him sort of hungry, so he heads to Seventh Heaven to get a bite to eat, mowing down food like a vacuum. But it won't go without something happening on the way there. That book you were reading, the coffee you were drinking, or whatever it is you've got, there's a tail wrapping around it trying to thieve it right out of your hands. He doesn't know his tail is doing that, but it's doing its own bit of exploring and wrapping around things. The Malnosso couldn't let him go home without a little bit of mischief, after all.]
C:
[After all is said and done, he's going right to the Battle Dome to test things out. Inside, those who frequent the Dome would find that the man with the golden hair isn't there today- instead there's a man covered in red fur, wild brown hair, and looking quite simian instead of human. He's going through his drills, for speed and strength, taking advantages of the shifts placed on the walls to test out the power of his ki blasts, rocking the room inside. He's coming out every hour to reset the simulation, keeping the form up. He's taller, by a grand total of two more inches, setting him at a towering 5'7''.
Though there is a point in time where he's reverted back to his base form, and he's...latched his tail in what looks like a clamp. And he's leaning forward, using his body weight to pull on it almost as if he's trying to stretch his tail. Either way, it looks painful, especially when he screams in pain, gritting his teeth. What is he doing? Who knows.]
But, the tail comes with its own problems. Problems he hasn't had to worry about in thirty years...
Action
A:
[In the morning, he's headed right for the Clothing Shop, getting new pants for the moment with holes in it for his tail. On the way, he seems to be walking normally, tail bobbing behind him, but he's still a little wobbly. So much that out of the blue, he loses his balance...and crashes, right into you. Or maybe he didn't crash into you, maybe you were just walking by when he started to faceplant and his tail instinctively just wrapped around your arm and took you with him on accident. Or maybe he's hanging onto you by his tail because you are heavy enough not to get dragged down.]
B:
[All that shopping has made him sort of hungry, so he heads to Seventh Heaven to get a bite to eat, mowing down food like a vacuum. But it won't go without something happening on the way there. That book you were reading, the coffee you were drinking, or whatever it is you've got, there's a tail wrapping around it trying to thieve it right out of your hands. He doesn't know his tail is doing that, but it's doing its own bit of exploring and wrapping around things. The Malnosso couldn't let him go home without a little bit of mischief, after all.]
C:
[After all is said and done, he's going right to the Battle Dome to test things out. Inside, those who frequent the Dome would find that the man with the golden hair isn't there today- instead there's a man covered in red fur, wild brown hair, and looking quite simian instead of human. He's going through his drills, for speed and strength, taking advantages of the shifts placed on the walls to test out the power of his ki blasts, rocking the room inside. He's coming out every hour to reset the simulation, keeping the form up. He's taller, by a grand total of two more inches, setting him at a towering 5'7''.
Though there is a point in time where he's reverted back to his base form, and he's...latched his tail in what looks like a clamp. And he's leaning forward, using his body weight to pull on it almost as if he's trying to stretch his tail. Either way, it looks painful, especially when he screams in pain, gritting his teeth. What is he doing? Who knows.]
no subject
no subject
no subject
They are a mercenary group who works with the Malnosso, though their resources are nothing to sneeze at. We helped them a good while back with dealing with the Third Party, wiping out one of the hidden bases in the desert. That bomb you experienced on the draft is what I suspect was the retaliation to the one we helped the Iron Eye drop on them.
no subject
no subject
I don't know much about them myself. I would imagine given the amount of different species I saw that they couldn't of all been from this planet. How they managed to evade the Malnosso is unknown to me. They are not on the greatest terms with the Malnosso either, given we were sent out to investigate them.
no subject
[This seems important!]
no subject
And if they proved to be more than the Malnosso could handle, they wanted us to make sure they could be tamed so as to serve their purpose to our captors. All they want is more bodies to fill the battlefield, that's all. So they don't have to use their own. [The last part is in his opinion.]
no subject
no subject
But, whatever terms we were on before with them seem to of gotten a bit better. I wouldn't make any calls yet, but they could be potentially allies in the future.
no subject
no subject
We kept a few secrets for them. So that the Malnosso don't catch on to what they were doing exactly. But, I'm pretty sure they know. Only a few know how to make that bomb. And one of them happened to be with the Iron Eye developing it.
no subject
Have you...uh...had much contact after that?
no subject
We haven't been able to, the Malnosso have kept a tight leash on us. Who knows what's going on out there on their end.
no subject
no subject
no subject
[Totally shaking his head.]
It's hard to believe I've been here six months, let alone you being here a year.
no subject
[He can't imagine some people who have been here for six. It blows his mind that they haven't gone insane yet.]
We're not going to be here much longer if those idiots keep sitting around. It's pathetic how much they've let the cultists have their way. Only for us to pull them out of the fire.
no subject
[He puts his hands behind his head and shakes it thoughtfully.]
It really is dumb. I mean, they could just fight back, take the fight to the enemy. That's what we've always done when we can.
no subject
With all that technology they've got, I bet they don't even know where the enemy is. Pathetic.
no subject
no subject
They're a bunch of babbling fools, how hard can it be to find something too crazed to even communicate with. [It's more frustration than anything, he knows they're a lot smarter than they seem.]
no subject
Well, there's gotta be some reason. Or why wouldn't they just drop us on them.
no subject
I don't know. They should let us out of here so we can be far more proactive than we are at the moment.
no subject
no subject
Whatever. That's their problem then. See if I care.
(no subject)
(no subject)