Pig City Blues [Travel from Southlands to Westlands]
Dec 1, 2019 19:31:20 GMT -8
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Post by Koma on Dec 1, 2019 19:31:20 GMT -8
Barefooted and without a shirt or jacket on, the former warlord of the now extinct Bear Clan of Samurai rushed and ran through the newly fallen snow and freezing rain made mud in the outskirts of the small village of Mangel-Wurzel and its vast cattle fields primarily centered around the large natural beets which were the village's name sake, and made up the primary food source other than grass for the cattle in the local region. Throughout the night he had been stealthily running through the outskirts of the village to find the people whom he had been hired by the local Junk Yard's Owner, a dog beast woman who had recently found her husband and her four sons all kidnapped by the dreaded 'Willow Tigerz' Gang.
They were though to be using an abandoned gas station a few miles outside of the cattle ranching and beet canning village located within the Central Lands, and had just kidnapped yet another set of men from the village, this time the cook of the local diner and the biggest ranch in the region's owner. The only reason why Koma hadn't been attacked by the up-jumped street toughs was because he was in the Diner's restroom at the time of the attack. When the waitress screamed help after they left, the last Samurai of the Bear Clan went to work, rushing out in the same way he had been while using the diner's restroom, especially given his shirt, jacket, and socks were all in the process of being washed and dried at the local laundromat.
As he skid to a stop near the almost toppled fence of the gas station, he breathed heavily and collected his thoughts. According to the women of the village which he had asked about this gang, they were a bunch of Sabertooth Cat Beastpeople who had a large black box van with a large, scantily clad Sabercat Woman holding a loft a sword. It was the kind of trashy, self-indulgent art which the half-Saiyan Samurai was sure that the green haired swords woman who he knocked the tooth out of would enjoy, given she thought herself the hottest stuff on the Planet. He shook his head at the mere thought before digging his already muddy feet into the snow and putting his fingers on top of the fence's wiring, using it to launch himself as if he was pole vaulting.
Soon he was atop the roof of the abandoned gas station and watched the Van as it finally stopped. While he couldn't see the occupants get out, he could here what was said. He was not sure how to handle the situation if they were really as strong and well-equipped as they seemed to be according to the citizenry of the village which he had questioned. Slavers, no doubt, given the fact they had exclusively been capturing and kidnapping strapping young men and adult men of non-venerable age since they had started to harass the village of Mangel-Wurzel.
He crouched like a crow just out of sight in the night air, keeping his breaths as short and quiet as he could, so that not even the mist of his breath in the winter air could be seen visibly from below. He focused on the mission at hand and that he was doing the right thing, and more importantly was being offered cold hard cash, zeni zeni bills y'all, to help steel himself against the chill of the air. The slate grey eyed half-Saiyan Samurai waited, and listened.
“Oh my, isn't he a handsome one. I've got dibs!” came a voice from down below, one which sounded almost feminine from the tone and accent, despite the fact she was practically purring as she said it.
“Melanie, you can't call dibs on the Rancher boy like that. You've gotta wait until Willow sees the booty we got on our treasure huntin' raid this time.”
These glorified Brigands really were more like that green haired girl from Orchestra Village than he thought, even down to the fact she had been driving a Van when she attacked him. Hell, he kind of thought her name was Melody, what with the naming conventions of that particular village.
A gruffer, bigger voice could be heard then and it was followed by a roar. “You girls trying to hold out on Momma Willow? You know the rules of this Harem buildin' business of our's.”
He couldn't help but snort at that, before shaking his head and trying to make himself akin to a gargoyle on the roof of the service station.
“Just let us go. We've got Zeni, we've got Zeni. I've got a wife and kids. I'm not interested in leaving them all for a Catlady...”
“You tryin' to say I ain't pretty enough for you, rancher?”
Then there was a snort, apparently from the chef of the diner. “I'll cut you like you cut carots, cookie. You better know your damn place, y'hear me?”
Initially Koma, son of Swing was going to do this covertly and throw caltrops under their wheels so that they couldn't drive away thanks to tire destruction, but now he knew that there wasn't time for that. The two men they had just kidnapped were in danger.
“Already, ladies. It's time to Swing.” the Samurai said in his loudest, strongest voice. It was almost a song as he said it, and was loud enough to be heard for miles around. In another time and another place, the vagabond former Samurai might have been an excellent musician on the strength of his voice alone. His best buddy in Oolong City, Ma-te, had certainly said such when they had went around carousing and karaoke singing the last time that Koma had been in the Capital of the Pig Demon Duchies.
Without a split second from his declaration, the half-Saiyan Samurai ran forward over the tin roof of the gas station's refueling area and leaped forward. Putting all of his force into the landing and coming at it with an angle, he slammed into their obnoxiously decorated van's roof and sent it spiraling out of the parking lot and landing on its roof as he himself stayed in place and landed on the gravel of the gas station with a thud, a grunt and dust kicking itself up everywhere.
He didn't even give the cat women gangsters a chance to grab their pieces, charging forward at the nearest one and when she came out with her stun baton from its holster he was already past her, hopping on top of one of the long abandoned gas pumps and leaping further forward. As one foolish cat woman fired off a shot from her over sized hand cannon at him and it barely missed him and the gas pump, he shook his head.
This reminded him of Ma-te and the shenanigans he would get into with Ma-te, his Gang, and the rest of the Bear Clan members who was close friends of Koma and more prone to following him rather than Kuma. He remembered almost being wounded by a leather jacket wearing punk with an over-sized hand cannon back then, and dodging much the same way he had now.
Then he hesitated, stopping his rush towards the big woman who was obviously the head honcho of this bunch of toughs to think of the fact that no one had probably told him of the last battle of the Bear Clan. No one had told Ma-te of the deaths of so many of their friends. Koma should have, but he was too busy running for his life and trying to get stronger, to gain students, and prepare his own return to the Pig Demon Duchies in force.
He felt guilty for not telling his friend, and that guilt made him hesitate just long enough to get hammered by an obnoxiously large baseball bat with barbed wire from the head woman herself.
He hit the ground with a roll, spitting up blood like so many other times when his often obnoxiously acrobatic fighting style had failed him. Pushing himself up from the ground and spitting up a big clump of blood and saliva as he did. Without a moment's hesitation he stood back up fully and began to belt out of all things, a song.
“There is a house, in Ooolong Ciiity.” he said, beginning to shift, shake, sway as he said it, moving away from the range of that glorified battle mace and back into it's range. “That they call the Risin' Sun,” he finished it as he swayed, and when she swung that face smasher once again he dropped to a leg splitting crouch out of the way before singing the next lyric. “That's been the ruin of many a poor boy, and gods I know I'm oooooooooooone.”
Then he leaped from his position back to standing, and from standing right past her next swing of the bat and into her face, slamming his knee right into her black buttoned nose. Then the huge saber tooth tiger woman went crashing to the ground, her own almost pretty face decimated. Kicking his bare feet off of her broad shoulders, he back flipped at the next of them, and so it went, with him singing lines of the fight the whole way on until all five members of the Willow Tigerz Gang were on the ground and he was threatening to remove the saber like canine tooth of their boss for information on the missing men.
Turns out they had been forcing them to work around the house at a nearby farm and were trying to make them into their own personal harems. The Samurai was disgusted, but right-sided their van and attempted to drive it. When that didn't work, he headed out on foot, telling the Rancher and Cook to head back to the village on their own and to come back with vehicles at the location the gang members had revealed.
Of course, he also made the gang members promise to leave anything west of the Great Divide on the continent or he would come for them, and when he headed out to the location of the kidnapped men himself, he made sure to relieve his bladder all over their mural of some great cat woman warrior. The work of a wandering ronin was not easy work, but at least it had reminded him of things which he needed to set aright even before heading out to get his sword pieces repaired or building himself a new sword.
One of his best friends hadn't betrayed him, and for all Ma-te knew, Koma was dead. He had to right that.
[1791]
[1791/750]
[Excess words 1040, should result in 1041 EP and 104 PL gain.]
They were though to be using an abandoned gas station a few miles outside of the cattle ranching and beet canning village located within the Central Lands, and had just kidnapped yet another set of men from the village, this time the cook of the local diner and the biggest ranch in the region's owner. The only reason why Koma hadn't been attacked by the up-jumped street toughs was because he was in the Diner's restroom at the time of the attack. When the waitress screamed help after they left, the last Samurai of the Bear Clan went to work, rushing out in the same way he had been while using the diner's restroom, especially given his shirt, jacket, and socks were all in the process of being washed and dried at the local laundromat.
As he skid to a stop near the almost toppled fence of the gas station, he breathed heavily and collected his thoughts. According to the women of the village which he had asked about this gang, they were a bunch of Sabertooth Cat Beastpeople who had a large black box van with a large, scantily clad Sabercat Woman holding a loft a sword. It was the kind of trashy, self-indulgent art which the half-Saiyan Samurai was sure that the green haired swords woman who he knocked the tooth out of would enjoy, given she thought herself the hottest stuff on the Planet. He shook his head at the mere thought before digging his already muddy feet into the snow and putting his fingers on top of the fence's wiring, using it to launch himself as if he was pole vaulting.
Soon he was atop the roof of the abandoned gas station and watched the Van as it finally stopped. While he couldn't see the occupants get out, he could here what was said. He was not sure how to handle the situation if they were really as strong and well-equipped as they seemed to be according to the citizenry of the village which he had questioned. Slavers, no doubt, given the fact they had exclusively been capturing and kidnapping strapping young men and adult men of non-venerable age since they had started to harass the village of Mangel-Wurzel.
He crouched like a crow just out of sight in the night air, keeping his breaths as short and quiet as he could, so that not even the mist of his breath in the winter air could be seen visibly from below. He focused on the mission at hand and that he was doing the right thing, and more importantly was being offered cold hard cash, zeni zeni bills y'all, to help steel himself against the chill of the air. The slate grey eyed half-Saiyan Samurai waited, and listened.
“Oh my, isn't he a handsome one. I've got dibs!” came a voice from down below, one which sounded almost feminine from the tone and accent, despite the fact she was practically purring as she said it.
“Melanie, you can't call dibs on the Rancher boy like that. You've gotta wait until Willow sees the booty we got on our treasure huntin' raid this time.”
These glorified Brigands really were more like that green haired girl from Orchestra Village than he thought, even down to the fact she had been driving a Van when she attacked him. Hell, he kind of thought her name was Melody, what with the naming conventions of that particular village.
A gruffer, bigger voice could be heard then and it was followed by a roar. “You girls trying to hold out on Momma Willow? You know the rules of this Harem buildin' business of our's.”
He couldn't help but snort at that, before shaking his head and trying to make himself akin to a gargoyle on the roof of the service station.
“Just let us go. We've got Zeni, we've got Zeni. I've got a wife and kids. I'm not interested in leaving them all for a Catlady...”
“You tryin' to say I ain't pretty enough for you, rancher?”
Then there was a snort, apparently from the chef of the diner. “I'll cut you like you cut carots, cookie. You better know your damn place, y'hear me?”
Initially Koma, son of Swing was going to do this covertly and throw caltrops under their wheels so that they couldn't drive away thanks to tire destruction, but now he knew that there wasn't time for that. The two men they had just kidnapped were in danger.
“Already, ladies. It's time to Swing.” the Samurai said in his loudest, strongest voice. It was almost a song as he said it, and was loud enough to be heard for miles around. In another time and another place, the vagabond former Samurai might have been an excellent musician on the strength of his voice alone. His best buddy in Oolong City, Ma-te, had certainly said such when they had went around carousing and karaoke singing the last time that Koma had been in the Capital of the Pig Demon Duchies.
Without a split second from his declaration, the half-Saiyan Samurai ran forward over the tin roof of the gas station's refueling area and leaped forward. Putting all of his force into the landing and coming at it with an angle, he slammed into their obnoxiously decorated van's roof and sent it spiraling out of the parking lot and landing on its roof as he himself stayed in place and landed on the gravel of the gas station with a thud, a grunt and dust kicking itself up everywhere.
He didn't even give the cat women gangsters a chance to grab their pieces, charging forward at the nearest one and when she came out with her stun baton from its holster he was already past her, hopping on top of one of the long abandoned gas pumps and leaping further forward. As one foolish cat woman fired off a shot from her over sized hand cannon at him and it barely missed him and the gas pump, he shook his head.
This reminded him of Ma-te and the shenanigans he would get into with Ma-te, his Gang, and the rest of the Bear Clan members who was close friends of Koma and more prone to following him rather than Kuma. He remembered almost being wounded by a leather jacket wearing punk with an over-sized hand cannon back then, and dodging much the same way he had now.
Then he hesitated, stopping his rush towards the big woman who was obviously the head honcho of this bunch of toughs to think of the fact that no one had probably told him of the last battle of the Bear Clan. No one had told Ma-te of the deaths of so many of their friends. Koma should have, but he was too busy running for his life and trying to get stronger, to gain students, and prepare his own return to the Pig Demon Duchies in force.
He felt guilty for not telling his friend, and that guilt made him hesitate just long enough to get hammered by an obnoxiously large baseball bat with barbed wire from the head woman herself.
He hit the ground with a roll, spitting up blood like so many other times when his often obnoxiously acrobatic fighting style had failed him. Pushing himself up from the ground and spitting up a big clump of blood and saliva as he did. Without a moment's hesitation he stood back up fully and began to belt out of all things, a song.
“There is a house, in Ooolong Ciiity.” he said, beginning to shift, shake, sway as he said it, moving away from the range of that glorified battle mace and back into it's range. “That they call the Risin' Sun,” he finished it as he swayed, and when she swung that face smasher once again he dropped to a leg splitting crouch out of the way before singing the next lyric. “That's been the ruin of many a poor boy, and gods I know I'm oooooooooooone.”
Then he leaped from his position back to standing, and from standing right past her next swing of the bat and into her face, slamming his knee right into her black buttoned nose. Then the huge saber tooth tiger woman went crashing to the ground, her own almost pretty face decimated. Kicking his bare feet off of her broad shoulders, he back flipped at the next of them, and so it went, with him singing lines of the fight the whole way on until all five members of the Willow Tigerz Gang were on the ground and he was threatening to remove the saber like canine tooth of their boss for information on the missing men.
Turns out they had been forcing them to work around the house at a nearby farm and were trying to make them into their own personal harems. The Samurai was disgusted, but right-sided their van and attempted to drive it. When that didn't work, he headed out on foot, telling the Rancher and Cook to head back to the village on their own and to come back with vehicles at the location the gang members had revealed.
Of course, he also made the gang members promise to leave anything west of the Great Divide on the continent or he would come for them, and when he headed out to the location of the kidnapped men himself, he made sure to relieve his bladder all over their mural of some great cat woman warrior. The work of a wandering ronin was not easy work, but at least it had reminded him of things which he needed to set aright even before heading out to get his sword pieces repaired or building himself a new sword.
One of his best friends hadn't betrayed him, and for all Ma-te knew, Koma was dead. He had to right that.
[1791]
[1791/750]
[Excess words 1040, should result in 1041 EP and 104 PL gain.]