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Post by Axon on Feb 21, 2020 17:19:38 GMT -8
Location : Pilaf Land, Earth
Date : ## / ## 1164
Time : 07 : 00
Temperature : ≈ 28.05 °C
Weather : Overcast
Columns of pale light descended from between faint cotton shreds drifting in a palette of dark blue. Mechanical structures laid patiently along colourful slated paths, waiting for the right moment to fly free and fling themselves in the air without a care. The day was beginning to stir with many attributes: heat, brightness, and overall mood. Perhaps not entirely out of the ordinary for the time one could spend in Pilafland.
Now, the term ‘Pilafland’ in regards to latitude or general whereabouts can be confusing at best and utterly indecipherable at worst. ‘Pilafland’ was about the size of a country. In fact, it was far larger than Orange Star City. Despite the term’s usual conflation with being a theme park, the area amassed many districts outside of it.
To summarise-
‘Pilaf-land’ the country.
‘Pilafland’ the theme park.
It just so happened that our subject of the day has made its landing at the latter. Pilafland the theme park. Footsteps echoed out in the empty landscape as it sauntered on towards the entrance of this strangely over-funded tourist-trap. Aside from the few staff members meandering to and fro whilst preparing for the inevitable surge of customers, there did not seem to be many people present in the area. All the better for the investigation to take place.
The subject stood at around a height of one hundred and eighty-one centimetres. Light hazel hair stood on their ends; straight and somewhat messy; before he ran the fingers on one hand through them. Peach skin wrapped around his athletic form. As if minimalist by nature, a jet-black, collared shirt adorned his upper body whilst long pants of a similar shade resided lower.
He carried a focused expression with him- almost to a fault.
Though the topic of deliberation within the confines of his mind might have been a tad bit different compared to the stoic demeanour he displayed. Was he panicking? Was he considering the topic of his undertaking of this contract? Was he entirely burdened by some otherworldly weight upon him by the nature of his servitude in the attempt to earn a living?
Perhaps. Then again-
“Those rides look fun,” mused the young man. Indeed they did. Indeed they did. Regardless, it was not the time to go on them. As is, the park was not even fully open yet. He had a job to do first and foremost. There did he then pull forth a small tablet from a pocket. With a flick and a swipe, it opened up the details of this particular mission.
Find the one responsible for the trouble around the park and put a stop to their antics. Having that in mind, the man went forth and towards nearby staff. Best to ask the workers around if they could give firsthand knowledge of this strange ‘monkey boy’.
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Will O. Wisp
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Post by Will O. Wisp on Feb 22, 2020 13:40:52 GMT -8
It was hard to believe the Pilaf Corporation not only owned a large chunk of the world here but also seven theme parks. Here specifically was the one known as the Pilaf Kingdom. All of the basic rides are here, Ferris wheels, rollercoasters and what not. Of course, most of the reason people come here is a wonderful display of fireworks, pyrotechnics, and holographic technology to display a light show that's worth the price of admission. Will has been here before long ago having to take his students here as a surprise/gift to them for being such good students, but he's was run around here and there riding this and that till eventually he was so tuckered out he slept through the light show, although his students were kind enough to show him a video of what happened and that kind gesture made it up for all of the fireworks in the world. It makes Will a bit nostalgic being here and brings a tear in his eye thinking about that moment. He just hopes that his students are all off doing great things and managed to move on with him gone, even if he didn't die, though a lot of people think he did. Enough reminiscing he came here to do a job. He's not that tight on money but he was in the area and he figured it couldn't hurt to get it out of the way. Some "monkey boy" is terrorizing the park and its guests, and if this monkey boy is a Saiyan like Cayle then Will might be the only one who could handle him. Sure if this monkey boy is a Saiyan they would be much weaker then Cayle, but Cayle was able to make quick work of Will in what was supposed to be a friendly spar as he got destroyed by the young Saiyan man. The fact that such people exist frightens him. That won't stop him from working to get stronger. After all, there are Demons and what not lurking on the planet already. Besides, there's always going to be someone stronger, that's just the way life is, always someone better than you in one aspect or another. Still though while the memories are nostalgic this place isn't all of that great and he hasn't liked Pilaf Corp's previous movies. He prefers Ox-King's Miracle Mountain. Plus there are a lot of shady rumors about Pilaf Corp and the fact that they own so much is scary. He still draws the line at vandalism. It was then while walking Will saw another young boy in a strange getup, they didn't seem to be a mascot for the park or one of the staff, they may be here for the job as well. Will then walked towards them. "Excuse me, down here. Good morning, I take it you're here to find the monkey boy perhaps? I just got here as well perhaps we could figure out a way to find him together. My name is Will O. Wisp, I'm am a practitioner of the Turtle Style. What's your name may I ask?" Will said.
Word Count: 522 Mission Word Count: (1,028/4000)
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Post by Axon on Feb 22, 2020 16:50:14 GMT -8
Excuse me.
Axon’s gaze panned from left to right. His stature was straight while he kept his sights firmly ahead at all times. That being the case, nobody was in his line of sight. How peculiar. Axon recalled hearing someone speak earlier on. They sounded rather close-by as well. A double-take of the area took place to no avail. Such a strange event. Perhaps it was just the wind.
Down here.
“Ah, good morning.” There stood a cat. Though a small distinction was necessary. There stood a talking cat. Axon froze as the talkative feline somehow managed to decipher his intention in being there- that and that it stated its capacity to perform one of the world’s legendary martial forms. His ordinarily stoic expression broke slightly. Hence lifted an eyebrow in a mixture of surprise, curiosity, and odd bemusement. At the very least, this figure was not hostile.
Yet.
“I am here for that, yes.” For a human, his voice sounded a tad bit mechanically methodical. He nodded lightly in response to the feline fighter’s introduction. Shortly, his own was given. Not quite as impressive as Will O. Wisp’s own, but it would suffice. “Call me Red for the time being.”
Conversation cut short. A figure rivalling the height of Will’s own could be seen just from the corner of the pair’s eyes. Its characteristics were hard to discern without clear sight of it, but something felt off. It moved in a fashion unlike cat or human, shifting and swinging around the park’s many metal structures while spying upon them.
It was at that point where Axon brought himself to face this short, shadowy figure. An arm extended forward to hold in their direction.
“Halt, section 17 of the Pilaf Associate Powers 1160 grants me the power to apprehend unidentified suspects within Pilafland grounds. You are under a-”
A thick line of yellow goop hit him straight in the eyes.
“-AAAAAAAAAAAATTACKS TO THE EYES ARE CONSIDERABLY EFFECTIVE!”
It was mustard. Spicy mustard.
Tangy too.
And so it would seem that the condiment-slinging criminal was quickly darting away from them. While Axon was rolling on the ground and attempting to wipe the 12 secret herbs and spices from his eyes using a tissue, this little stranger flung itself away from the scene of assault. Of course, Will had the opportunity to approach the situation as he wished.
(405 Words)
(1,433 / 4,000 Mission Word Count)
Will O. Wisp
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Post by Will O. Wisp on Feb 23, 2020 18:41:15 GMT -8
Will watched as the strange figure shot a spicy serving of mustard into Red's eyes before it slinks back into hiding. One of the things the rogue monkey reported doing was throwing condiments at people. Better then what monkeys usually fling at the very least. However before heading towards the monkey he gets out his kit full of a bunch of healing items and gets out a towel that he wets with warm water and some eye drops. He then began to apply to Red's irritated eye.
"Shh shh it's alright calm down just let me do this and your eye will be feeling better. If it makes you feel any better you can pet my fur. You probably thought of wanting to do it, I have that effect on people. So I am giving you a chance now if you want," Will said.
After helping Red he then goes after where the monkey went, following it's trail of condiments until he noticed a storage room door left open. As he walks inside there appear to be a lot of boxes for plates, plastic utensils, and other things for this little dining area. As he is walking he is something rustling in some boxes nearby. He then carefully walks toward it. It was then that the monkey burst it with a spray bottle of cleaning fluid.
Will was quick enough to guard by putting one of his arms over his eyes. The monkey ran realizing the trick is ineffective. Will managed to grab the monkey by the tail with one hand. It keeps trying to spray Will's eyes but Will keeps guarding his face with his free arm. Instead the monkey did something clever and sprayed his tails and manages to slip out of Will's grasps. It then jumps through a window that it opens and leaps out.
"This little guy is smarter then your average primate, I'll need Red's help, if we can corner him we may be able to catch him," Will thought.
Will then runs out of the storage room to go after the monkey. Counting on Red to be pursuit of it as well. He takes another path hoping to meet up with the monkey and red. So that they can catch it together.
Word Count: 378
Total Word Count: 900
Mission Word Count: (1,805/4000)
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Post by Axon on Feb 25, 2020 12:38:31 GMT -8
“Aaah- Ah. It burns,” reiterated mercenary Red as he laid there on the ground. Warm, moist towels did help in alleviating the painful sensation riddling his eyes. Eyedrops aided all the same. Though if he were an ordinary human, this may have been sufficient cause to bring him to a hospital- irritants being placed on sensitive organs were no joke. It was a good thing that he possessed superhuman vitality and recovery. That and Will had the decency to help him get rid of the mustard. “It burns.”
Only after he had sufficiently recovered did he stand, albeit somewhat more wearily than before. The young man passed the opportunity to pet this feline. Instead, he preferred to carry on with their investigation. Following the cat lead him to a small storage area.
Strange how chilling a simple room could be when made messy and dark. Each and every forgotten splatter of condiment and candy made itself known either by sight or by scent. Putrid. Living in these conditions were symbolic enough of their assailant’s animalistic nature. It had made the vicinity a den of sorts for its belongings and feasts. If nothing else, one could compare it to a heavily dirtied bedroom.
Schwip.
It popped out of a box and tried the same trick with Will- to no avail. Then did the young man give chase to this illusive figure. He charged head on in his attempt to apprehend their slippery suspect. Of course, this brought them out of the room and around the park. Whilst the young man’s acquaintance darted around and out of sight, he himself continued to chase the little monkey directly.
Now, catching up to the small individual might have been an easy task- if it were not for the tactics that it utilised heavily in evading him. In terms of pure speed, he had the tiny foe beat. It was inevitable that he would catch up if they both ran in a straight line. Except it did not. Like attempting to escape from a charging crocodile, it zig-zagged around the paths and booths. It went about its attempt to flee akin to a cockroach darting under drawers.
The one saving grace of the vicinity provided him was the lack of visitors for the time being. Whilst the monkey clambered and leapt across tables, he had to swerve around them. Their chase brought him outside the front of a Pilaf-brand Yoghurt shop. Lots of tables, chairs, and decorations- low space for manoeuvrability. Perhaps the perfect place for Red himself to catch it. He lunged forth and-
WHAM.
He ran straight into a metal railing.
“OOF-” The bar collided with his gut just as his target jumped over it. Even if he remained without injury, it appeared as if he hit the metal hard enough to cause it to reverberate. Not good. He shook his head and clambered over it, resuming his chase. A minor speed-bump on his route to victory. He simply had to steel himself and truck on.
Footsteps met pavement with all the frequency of raindrops in a storm. Both pursuer and pursuant dashed along the colourful roads of this inactive wonderland. If nothing else, the monkey was nimble. Agile as a wildebeest may be, a lion does not relent in its pace. It comes close enough to pounce and then-
BA-BLAM.
Trips over a bumper-car.
“ACK-” Nothing quite gets a rush of blood to the head like blunt force trauma. He fell flat on his face, flailed his arms, and scattered back onto his feet. This was far more difficult than he had initially thought. Red ran ahead and towards his opponent repeatedly. Gold-amber eyes scanning its movements throughout the whole process.
It was then that he realised what was going on. The little being utilised the environment to its complete and utter advantage in eluding him. Each and every nook, hole, and branch available was manoeuvred around whilst its capturer was hell-bent on running straight at it. The many metallic poles and columns provided it reach for swinging. Leaping through the openings of ferris-wheels and rollercoaster tracks at the very last second allowed it to impede Red even further.
And of course-
KLING
KLANG
KA-LANG-A-LANG.
When Will and him had finally cornered the pint-sized menace, the young man was covered from head to toe in branches, leaves, and an assortment of dry amusement-park litter. Empty drink cans and the like were stuck on his person. He did not look fatigued at all- not even visibly weary. Instead, his stoic expression was replaced by one which betrayed his frustration at the situation. His eyebrows; though hardly noticeable; were slanted.
The trio were then bathed in harsh rays of daylight as they stood out in the open plaza.
Black, unkempt locks poured down from its scalp and past its neck. Narrowed raven eyes filled with utter ferocity fettered their sights between the two of its capturers. Its skin; whilst muddy in some patches; generally appeared to be a shade of warm beige. A Pilafland monkey-boy shirt wrapped around its small frame. And of course, it had a tail.
This was a child. A Saiyan child.
“You two better back off before I make you back off!” She collared out, pointing over Red whilst holding up its other hand clenched tightly into a fist.
The young man himself was cracking his knuckles.
Hopefully, Will could diffuse the situation.
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Will O. Wisp
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Post by Will O. Wisp on Feb 25, 2020 18:20:04 GMT -8
Will then puts two of his fingers to his mouth and whistles as a yellow cloud descends from the sky. He then jumps on it and begins to fly through the air. Looking down from below seeing Red's progress as he attempts to get the monkey himself. And he seems to have gotten close a few times he got hit a few times along the way by various obstacles. Good thing he has some bandages in his emergency kit. It was then that with the speed of his Nimbus he managed to cut in front of the monkey's path. Then noticed as he got close and getting a good look at in the daylight, that his hunch of it being a Saiyan was correct. Younger then he figured too, and dirty from the looks of it. He then looked at Red who is covered in bruises because he thought running in a completely straight line chasing this Saiyan kid was a good idea. Does he even know how to dodge at all? He then hands Red some bandages as he carefully and slowly walks to the Saiyan boy. "Now now calm down boy we're not here to hurt you or anything it's just you're causing a lot of trouble. You're a Saiyan aren't you, I met a young man like you a long time ago. How long have you been here, are you lost, where's your family? We can get you cleaned up and take you back to your parents," Will said. Of course, the best way to befriend someone is through their stomach, luckily Will has a snack in his pocket. Just some chips that one of the staff members let him have earlier. As an offering of peace, he shakes the bag and opens it and slowly places it on the ground in front of the child. He hopes that the boy can recognize it as a message of peace and that they mean no harm. He backs up and waits for the child to respond.
Word Count: 338 Total Word Count: 1,218 Mission Word Count: (3,079 / 4,000)
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Post by Axon on Feb 26, 2020 17:26:43 GMT -8
Red remained uninjured for the most part. Though he did accept the bandages only to promptly pocket it thereafter. The next course of action he pursued was wiping the junk off his person- rather ferociously so as he managed to build up a heap of paper, cans, and leaves in one hand. Doing so made him look almost as clean as, save for the odd patch of dirt or two on his clothes. He proceeded to walk over to the nearest bin whilst Will carried on with niceties.
To the cat’s words, the young one withdrew backwards.
“That’s right! A Saiyan is me, but I’m no boy!” Both hands were lifted up shakily as the lass prepared to defend herself. As per your usual Saiyan, her demeanour was aggressive and rather arrogant. Her sight flicked from him to the bag of chips. “And don’t think that I’ll fall for your tricks either!”
G-roan.
The child’s stomach growled. She stared awkwardly at Will. Slowly but surely, her feet began to slide over in the direction of the bag. Inch by inch. Closer and closer. Not a meter away from it, she lunched to then swipe it up, tear it open, and promptly devour its contents with all the ferocity of a starving hyena.
“Your offering is acceptable,” announced the girl between crunches and snaps of her newly acquired snack. “Saiyan will let you be her underling!”
It was at that point when a hand gripped the alien’s shoulder and lifted it up into the air.
“Saiyan is going to go home soon,” retorted the young mercenary in a manner almost akin to her own speech. The creature flailed, wriggled, and spewed all forms of vitriol at him. A few punches even flung his way, but Red did well to keep her out of reach. “I have contacted the park’s management staff. Apparently her parents have been looking for her.”
“I DON’T WANT TO GO BACK!” Screeched the little hell-spawn as it laid in his grasp.
Tired eyes gazed in Will’s direction. Red regarded him. “Would you like to get breakfast while we wait?” He asked without so much as flinching at the successful attempts made at biting his hand. Good thing he wore gloves.
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Post by Will O. Wisp on Feb 27, 2020 19:18:02 GMT -8
"Oh I am sorry, I didn't know! I am just a poor old man who needs to get his eyes checked," Will explained even though his eyesight is usually fine despite seeming to be always closed. It was then that he seemed to be getting this young Saiyan girl's story. It seems her parents took her here for a trip, but she snuck off to stay cause she didn't want to leave. And she seems reluctant to talk. Will's Flying Nimbus then flies up for Will to sit on as he floated next to the young monkey girl and picked her up onto his cloud. "I understand you like this place a lot, that you don't want to leave, but your parents are worried sick. Plus it's not like this might be the last time you ever come here. Sure you may not come here as much as you want to, but I think the fact that you come here now and then is what makes it special. You'll just get sick of this place eventually if you just stay here, then you'll never want to come here again. Even when you leave you'll still have memories of this place in here *Will points to the girls head* and the feelings you felt in here * and in your heart *he then pointed to where the girl heart is*," Will said. He then jumped off and walked off the Nimbus for a bit before looking back. "You can borrow my Nimbus for a bit if you want, it's a special ride that not many people can experience, and let me tell you it's a lot better then any ride in this park," Will said giving a smile. He then stood there and watched to see what the girl would do, surely such a ride would make her happy and satisfy if that talk he had with her didn't work.
Word Count: 318 Total Word Count: 1,536 Mission Word Count: (3,778/400)
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Post by Axon on Mar 1, 2020 15:55:08 GMT -8
Despite the child’s many struggles and punches thrown, it did not manage to escape her wrangler’s grasp. The mercenary made sure not to release this menace. Though, after the feline brought forth his own short speech, the shrieking little demon ceased her flailing. The lass stared at him with a mixture of awe and melancholy. Tears resided in her eyes. A few sniffles took place. In the end, she wiped her face with a sleeve and nodded silently.
This newfound calm satisfied Red. He released the Saiyan- allowing her to plop onto the Nimbus next to the cat. As the trio meandered onward, the child prodded and poked at the strange fluffy texture of her ride. Little was said for the remainder of their walk to the park’s entrance. Only the light footsteps coming from under the young man could be heard.
A pair of adult Saiyans were present along with park authorities at the entrance. They had their arms crossed and brows furrowed. It was at that point when the girl leapt forth from the Nimbus to dash off for the pair. Though there was unintelligible shouts at first, the parents embraced their child all the same shortly after. The girl looked back at the mercenary and feline one last time.
“Next time, Saiyan will come back stronger!” She shouted, beaming from ear to ear whilst being carried over a shoulder by her father.
Red watched as the lot of them departed.
He was silent for a few moments.
“My name is Axon, by the by.” Finally, he admitted that much. Though he did not turn to face Will O. Wisp, the young man continued to speak. “While we were pursuing the target, I took note of your movements. They were deft, nimble, and faster than my own. Hence, I raise a request-”
“Will you teach me the meaning of your strength?”
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