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Post by Shell on Sept 15, 2019 9:07:10 GMT -8
”Ha-ah!” Shell cried out, flinging the sphere of purple energy down the main thoroughfare of the little hamlet. The energy ball flexed, bent, and swiveled side to side as it sped over the ground and smashed into the side of a car, shattering all of its windows and denting in the driver’s side door. The attack was immediately followed by villagers beginning to panic and yell.
‘The demons are back!’ ‘Run for your lives!’ ‘I knew this was going to end badly!’ ‘We don’t have any namekians!’ ‘Get to the shelters!’
Shell smirked, the sounds of panic bringing a soft enjoyment to his features. “That is how you start a game of Raiding Party, Zim-Zam.” The teal-skinned namekian said affectionately, ruffling the gooey top of the child’s head. “Now they’re all running around, and yelling. It makes an excellent game. You always want to give them a chance to run around first.”
He and Zam were on mission. Or, as Zam called it, playing Raiding Party. Just the two of them were more than enough for this little hamlet. Shell quietly preferred that, as some of Daimao’s subjects were....enthusiastically brutal. They would rip and tear the flesh of the locals, and stain the ground while killing just for the sport of it. Extortion was more a game of finesse. You had to inflict just enough terror that they knew not to dare disobey you or rise up against you, but not so much that they actually left your land as refugees and went elsewhere. Unless of course, you wanted to play Zam’s other favorite game: Caravan Attack. But Shell didn’t like Caravan Attack, and he told Zam that repeatedly. There was nothing worth taking from people who didn’t have anything. The only thing to do is scare them, rob them of their meager possessions, or kill them. Instead he was trying to get her to focus on control, on effectively and ruthlessly choosing the targets who provided the most benefit for Daimao. Shell was trying to teach Zam a more dignified way of bringing her unique form of terror to the world. And as much as he hated his father, and wanted to depose him, he would need the Demon Lands to still be united if he ever intended to claim the crown for himself. So he’d keep making sure villages like this one paid their taxes properly.
Shell nodded to Zam in a ‘let’s go’ fashion, leaping off the rocky outcropping he’d fired his ki blast from, landing in the main thoroughfare. “People of Garden,” Shell said loudly, addressing the village in his scratching, but still aging voice, “Great King Piccolo has not received your quarterly taxes. You all know what that means. I am Shell, Son of the Demon King, and this is Zam, your worst nightmare in bubblegum pink. Turn over your village leaders, and present double the taxes due as overage fees.” This was all standard. Any village who didn’t pay on time got ‘overage fees’ and their village leaders were either taken captive or made example of. Nothing Shell was saying was unusual, except that Daimao’s son had come to collect the reward himself. That caused people to start whispering. In truth, Zam and Shell had come here because word was that the village was housing a sizeable Saiyan population that might try to interfere with collection. Their combined strength was the insurance policy. Lesser demons might not stand a chance, but they definitely did. Cute though she might be, Zam was majin to her core, a brutal warrior who destroyed you while smiling and cheering. That Daimao had been able to control her thus far with ‘games’ and ‘fun’ was a miracle.
“You have until the count of five. Failure to present will lead to my cohort and I taking the payment by force, in money, property, or chattel.” Again, standard. “Please don’t make us do it the hard way. One.” Shell looked over at Zam, as if to say ‘not yet, wait for it’. He raised one finger. “Two. You really don’t want to do this…” he raised another. “Three. Once I let her play she’ll play until all of this is destroyed…” he raised the third finger. “All I need is for you to give what is owed as members of Daimao’s kingdom. Four.” A fourth finger. Still nothing. People were beginning to panic, but without the money to pay him off, or knowledge of where the leader was, they could do nothing but watch as Shell raised his fifth and final finger.
He turned to Zam with a smile. “Zam. It’s playtime.”
[ 782 Words] [ 782 Words Total ] Majin Zam
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Post by Majin Zam on Sept 15, 2019 10:41:57 GMT -8
Golden eyes glimmered with curiosity. They widened as the purple ball smashed through one of the weird metal machines. Soft lips formed a surprised little o, before curling into a big grin. Next to the menacing Namekian stood... well... a much less menacing figure. A short, girlish creature with a bubblegum-colored body watched eagerly as the people scurried around. However, those who were familiar with myths would know that this was a powerful and violent creature... A walking force of destruction... Who just happened to look a lot like a young girl. A teenager at the most generous estimate. But no matter the looks, a Majin was still a Majin. Those able to sense energy could feel immense power emanating from her. ...Wait no, just some small strength? Overwhelmingly huge? Laughably tiny? Hard to say... It shifted constantly, senselessly, like a never-ending lie... Zam glanced up at her tall friend and nodded excitedly. “Okay, Big Green!” She rose to her tippy toes, nuzzling against the affectionate hand. Head pats were the best! Definitely as good as candy and fighting! While basking in the gentle gesture, she listened closely to what her friend had to say. It was the perfect tool to keep the impatient child from tearing the whole hamlet apart... Leveled settlements couldn’t pay their taxes after all. Raiding Party was one of the girl’s favorite games. Other demons had taught her the basics and she was a quick learner. She was drawn to destruction. Causing chaos tickled her in ways she couldn’t put to words. It was in her nature. However, she always left the talking to the adults. The one time she had tried it, she had totally forgotten what she was supposed to say. Her demands for all the candy had been met with laughter. Approximately five minutes later that village had been reduced to a pile of smoldering rubble. And the girl had skulked all day about it... So the chaotic creature was happy that she had someone along who remembered all the difficult words. And Shell was wise to keep her in check. When he raised one finger, the tiny fiend already filled her palms with volatile ki. Fortunately the savvy look stopped her. “Oh, okay...” Waiting wasn’t fun... But she would try her best to be patient. That didn’t stop her from tapping her foot though. Upon hearing the magic words, Zam’s eyes started positively twinkling. They resembled tiny stars. She thrust her hands up towards the sky and bounced in place. “Yaaaay!” Bright pink ki gathered around her whole body, crackling like static. Suddenly it erupted into a huge blaze and surged up her arms, reminiscent of a tiny volcano spewing pure energy to the skies. When gravity took hold, the ki eruption split into countless glimmering drops. Destruction rained down. The twinkling blasts exploded on impact, hammering the hamlet mercilessly. Oddly enough, none of them came even close to hitting the tall Namekian. Maybe the little Majin was subconsciously holding back... Oooor more likely it was just a lucky coincidence. Watching the tiny explosions rock the scene as if they were fireworks, the demonic girl giggled. It was so pretty! She dashed off, laughter trailing in her wake. Her first target was one of the metal things people drove around. Squeezing her malleable body beneath it, she puuushed with a huff of effort. Against all expectations, the car rose from the ground... And promptly got chucked into the nearest building. For someone so small, her strength was absurd. She twirled around to face the Namekian and called out. “Look, look! I threw one of those zoomy thingies!” Proudly she puffed her chest, hoping for praise. [620/620] Shell
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Post by Shell on Sept 17, 2019 15:15:22 GMT -8
Shell couldn’t help but smile softly as Zam got excited for the game ahead. She was so much like a child that the namekian could briefly forget she was an utter world-ending force of destruction. He even chuckled as he she cheered and reached skyward, knowing what was about to happen. “Oh...you’re all in for it now…” Shell said with the pity of a block of ice. He watched the plume of pink ki burst into the sky unmoving as it rained down among the town. Dazzling, quite frankly annoying bursts of ki exploded as it fell randomly, and that was when the true terror began. Suddenly realizing that the people charged to protect them were in fact not coming, realizing that the scary green man wasn’t the one destroying them but that it was in fact the tiny happy child, or realizing that they were helpless to do anything to stop it and were dependent on cowardly village leaders doing the right thing; all fed into the chaos.
Shell smiled. “Your control is getting better,” Shell says, noting the pocket of calm in the center of the energy storm, “Good job!” Shell said, waiting for the last tiny explosion before he stepped off, the ground rebounding underneath his foot as he shot across the pavement in a rapid movement. A civilian found black nails suddenly around his throat, body thrust against the side of a building even as Zam continued her destruction of the city. Unlike most namekians, the demon clan prince’s nails were more talon-like, jet black and sharp as knives. As he held the civilian there, just the trashing and turning of the head was causing long, shallow cuts to open up. “Stop moving, you’ll open your throat and die.” Shell did not have good bedside manner, because his warning only made the civilian thrash harder. “Do you wanna stop this or not!?” he exclaimed, a bit exasperated. The person calmed down, nodding slowly. “Good. Where are your leaders and their guard hiding?” The poor civilian seemed to tense up, like they were going to deny him, and Shell preemptively growled, shoving them harder against the cement wall. “I don’t have time for this. Zam will kill everyone and everything if I let her. She never runs out of steam. Your leaders were supposed to protect you. Pay the tax, save the town. Instead they got greedy. I bet they hired soldiers, said you’d all be safe. But where are they now?” Shell smiled wide enough to show teeth. “Nowhere. Leaving you to die.”
Zam, in the background, hurled a car, watching it explode colorfully against the side of a building. The civilian in Shell’s hand began to fidget and try to escape again, horror coming over their face. “That’s her when she’s having fun. And I haven’t started yet. So. One more time. Where are they hiding?”
The civilian pointed towards the eastern edge of the city, towards the taller buildings. Newer construction. Probably had hidden basements. “See? Not that bad. Now get out of here.” Shell said, letting go of the poor person. They started to run away from Zam and Shell as fast as humanly possible. Unfortunately, Shell’s energy blast was faster, striking the poor dear between the shoulder blades. “Woops.”
Shell made his way over to Zam, watching her enjoy her destruction like a proud older brother. “Zam you know what a car is…” he said with a lilting voice, playing with her “...but you got great air on it!” He held up a hand for a fist bump. “But you know what would be even better?” Shell grabbed Zam’s head and turned her whole body to face the eastern segment of the city. “See those tall buildings waaaay over there? Imagine if you threw a car all the way to the top!” Shell acting excited was slightly terrified, with wide, red-colored eyes and sharp fangs. He needed her to move towards the city leaders, so he’d structure it like a challenge. She could never resist. “Come on, let’s go over there! You kinda blew up this part already…” Shell said, gesturing at the blast-rain ruined town entrance. Shell took a moment to aim a hand at the building directly to their east, firing off a consistent white-purple energy beam that crashed through the bottom of the building, sending cracking fissures up the side of the same build he’d crushed the civilian against. “After you, madame.” He gestured forward as the building collapsed in on itself, leaving a plume of smoke and ruined brick behind, opening the path east.
[ 777 Words] [ 1559 Words Total ] Majin Zam
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Post by Bass on Sept 17, 2019 19:57:15 GMT -8
Well. This was certainly unexpected. In a surprising twist of fate Bass had found himself in the audible vicinity of disaster. The most obvious thing was the explosions going off, but if he couldn't take the sound he could certainly trace the trails of smoke going high into the sky. Looking at the massive towers of smoke from the structures crumbling in the nearby town, Bass acknowledged that he just couldn't turn something like this down. Who knows why this was happening. Maybe it was a house fire turned terribly wrong; though that normally is just one explosion at most if any. At this point there was quite a few, whatever was going on over there was really messing this place up. As he started to crest a hill the sound of screams in the distance made it all the more obvious it was some kind of attack. Come to think of it, this was hot territory. To acknowledge it even further, it's not like it was a coincidence the Demon Clan Namekian found himself in the Southern Demon Lands. Maybe a subtle attempt to reconnect with others of his lineage. Maybe he just wanted to get wrapped up in some chaos.
Nobody would ever really no, not even he fully acknowledged a reason. To be fair, it's been a long time since he's been able to do whatever he wanted without needing to consider his schedule. Though he needed to get the proper amount of sleep if he didn't want to ruin his schedule for work next week. Speaking of which he pulled out his watch and quickly noted the time before turning his attention to the now clearly burning town. To those that could sense Ki, it was about this point that an incredibly high anomaly might catch their radar. If they were to look in the distance the only thing they would see is a tiny looking figure standing on a hilltop looking out over the town. Who knew who or what it was from this distance. Though they certainly had a way with pouring out buckets worth of Ki. It was like they were radiating more ki than they had blood in their body. That same figure would begin their descent from the hill and start making their way across the terrain. Civilians would scream as they ran passed him. Not too many, but it'd be interesting to note he didn't seem to actually mess with any of them. Simply he would continue walking towards the town leisurely as people panicked. If he had it his way this place would still be pristine. Can't dominate a world shrouded by chaos. Things need to be nice and neat, people need to be at least okay to function at peak efficiency.
Still, considering he couldn't really sense ki all that well given his lack of actual technical training, he had to get closer to investigate. Plenty of time for the two to get a jump on him if they really wanted too. He noticed two things in particular, a vehicle that seemed to be lodged in a building having been the cause of an explosion and wreckage as well as a beam that completely collapsed a structure in on itself. Whoever did this certainly was a step above him in his time as Goon #8008. Now? It was hard to say, while his job had toughened him up his new independent views on the world had given him a proper reason to fight instead of his doing it because it was what he was going to do in the name of King Piccolo. Sure, the prune's opinion still mattered but at the end of the day he wanted to rule the world. If King Piccolo just faded into obscurity that'd be great, if not there might be rough seas ahead. How fitting of evil to fight among itself. He laughed loudly as he walked forward thinking this to himself, resting a hand lightly on his stomach. Though in seriousness his gaze fixed ahead further. There were dead here, and not just one or two. One in particular was the victim of an energy blast to the back just under the neck. A fairly central spot to hit, but it was some solid aim. More importantly he distastefully let out a sigh at the waste of someone who could contribute to a world being ruled by one voice.
Whoever these people were seemed to just be doing this because they could. Thankfully he at least had some commonality between them. He was also a big bad, even if at times what he was doing was good based purely on action alone. Generally a lot of helping out so when he starts ruling he's not the king of a heap of trash but rather the king of a fine world. Moving up to the body, he crouched down next to it and rolled them over after scanning the energy blast mark for a moment. Dead as a doorknob, he didn't bother to check if they had a pulse. Maybe they were unconscious, whatever. Looked to be terrified, he remembered back in the day when him and his crew Lute and Lyre would shriek at people just to get them into a panic like this. Though those two could never unleash destruction on that level. They basically just scooped people up to freak them out, killed a person here and there and just ran around in a town. They couldn't blow up buildings or cause blasts on a whim like this guy could. Or people. After all, there was a sign of incredible physical power with the vehicle paired with what must've been some kind of beam. It didn't add up, and generally Demon Clan Namek's came in groups or swarms even sometimes. Narrowing his eyes, he was no stranger to being identified because of his Power Level. While it wouldn't be incredible easy for him to spot whoever was the cause of this in town. If they could sense him he was sure to see them any moment. He raised his watch to check the time, and then lowered it. He shouted for good measure.
"Hellooooooo?!"
WC: 1037 TWC: 1037
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Post by Majin Zam on Sept 18, 2019 1:18:13 GMT -8
When the familiar word was spoken, the golden gaze widened with a realization. The little Majin agreed immediately. “Ooh, a car! That’s the word!” Sure, she knew it! Buuut she kinda... forgot. Happened a lot. She her tiny fist and returned the bump. Luckily had she learned to do it gently instead of using her usual bone-cracking strength. Teaching her anything was often a painful process... But at least she was a quick learner. Sometimes almost supernaturally quick... Zam squeaked softly like a rubber toy when Shell grabbed her head and turned her around. “Eep-hup.” But she didn’t mind because it didn’t hurt. At all. Her squishy body worked in mysterious ways. She nodded eagerly at the question. “Yup yup!” The idea got her eyes sparkling. Her grabby hands were already reaching for the nearest ammo. “I bet I can do it! I’m gonna throw so many cars up there!” Just as planned, the chaotic creature didn’t even question the oddly specific target. She was blissfully unaware of any grand schemes brewing behind the game. Her only goal was to have lots of fun. As the destructive beam opened the path, the playful demon was quick to skip along. True to the rumors circling her, she showed no signs of getting tired. Endless energy bubbled within her frame like soda in a shaken bottle. If she didn’t get to let it out, it would overflow. Smart demons steered clear when it was one of those days... And even smarter ones directed her destructive power towards an unsuspecting target. Her gleeful voice bounced across the ruins. “Hee, not madame, silly~! Majin!” Sometimes Big Green forgot words too, but luckily she was there to remind him. It’s what friends do! Rushing over to another car, Zam hoisted it above her head. She locked her gaze onto the building. A shrill whistle pierced the air. Puffs of steam shot from the holes lining her chest and arms. With a huff of sheer effort, she bent her arms back before snapping them forwards like a rubbery catapult. “Hnnngh... Fly away!” The car went sailing across the air, twirling wildly as it flew. Aaaand... Not even close. The projectile reached the end of its arc barely before the halfway point. It crashed heavily against the street, scattering the screaming people even further. After an awkward pause, it flopped over noisily. The Majin blinked at the sight, puzzled and honestly pretty disappointed. “Aw, it didn’t even explode...” Bigger demons always told her that cars blew up super easily and made these pretty fireballs too. Her fingers curled slightly and a pink orb appeared in her palm. Winding it up like she was tossing a snowball, she chucked the blast towards the wreck. On impact, a glittering blast tore it into a rising fireball. The burning gasoline splashed against buildings, spreading the fire even further. With a satisfied hum, the child placed her hands on her hips and watched the flames dance. Yep, much better! However, before the girl could grab more ammo, her pale antennae wiggled. Hm? It felt... tingly. Lotsa tingly. Strange, but also sort of familiar? Her gaze zipped around, trying to find the right direction. Hm hm, there! Suddenly she leaped up, trying to wrap her arms around Shell’s shoulders like she was demanding a piggyback ride. Insistently she patted his tough chest. Pat pat. “Hey, listen!” ...Patpatpatpat! It wasn’t until she had her big friend’s undivided attention that she pointed towards the distant stranger. “Look, it’s another you! But he’s blue!” While she didn’t recognize the person at all, their tingle felt a lot like a Nami... Namco... Nom... Um, a lot like Big Green’s tingle! Super strange! Waving, she called out to the mysterious blue person. “Hoooi!”[641/1261] Shell Bass
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Post by Shell on Sept 18, 2019 19:33:57 GMT -8
Destruction was an artform.
Those who didn’t understand it were likely to go astray. They tended to just blow up everything, finding the death, and the smoke, and the chaos to be the rewards. But the trick wasn’t just wanton obliteration. It was tactful. Purposeful. It served a function. A good destroyed city would still be intact enough to rebuild. For example. Only two buildings were beyond hope at the city entrance: The one with the smoking car through the wall, and the one Shell obliterated by fired concentrated ki through its foundation. The others were injured, sure. Smoking holes left by Zam’s rain, broken windows by the pressure of explosions and releases of power level. The entrance was utterly cleared by now, civilians having run far and wide to avoid the chaos. But the majority of structures were intact. Each one provided a small pocket of safety and shelter, with only a few true losses. All of them could be repaired following the raid, and would likely even give a few construction companies a significant amount of money to repair the damages. Destruction had perks if your job was to repair damage from such destruction.
But more than that, the destruction had an end goal. The dead civilian at the entrance: a warning. Nobody else would dare come in right now. Not a civilian anyways. They’d flee. Minimizing unwanted casualties. And the two buildings were signals to those further in, hiding underground. Especially dropping the structure. That kind of tremor could be felt underground, warning them of their inevitable arrival. It struck fear into the hearts of the opposition. It reduced their will to fight back. It reminded them why they should never choose this path again. As they patched up holes in their walls and watched a new building went up, nobody would be able to forget that the old building fell because their leadership had been greey and refused King Piccolo his tribute.
The destruction was elegant in that way. In fact, once they moved on, these buildings would likely be a good place to hide, as Zam’s appetite would likely not turn her back to the place she had already ‘played’ in. She’d rather attack the new, shinier buildings. And since so many of them were standing, it would be a good choice.
But right now the pair moved deeper, in the easternmost direction and the site of the village leaders. Zam was, well, Zam about it, gleefully accepting the car throwing challenge. Shell opened up a smile, open his hands and also letting a few energy blasts fly. He tried to be sparing. He didn’t know if the leaders had actually hired support, but he hadn’t seen much armed resistance yet, so whatever they had was likely to be defending their council. “Pathetic,” Shell said to nobody. How could you ever dare hide while your people ran and died? Cowards were no leaders. They never would be. The only true leader was one who was strong enough to defend his flock. Weaklings often amassed power at the top: corporate types who can’t lift a finger for themselves; greedy middlemen who wheedle their way into power. Shell would never be that kind of king. He’d be strong enough to best Daimao. Strong enough to stop anyone who threatened his kingdom with overwhelming force. That was what a leader was meant to be. This was simply disgraceful.
So Shell made sure to keep blasting in the direction he’d been pointed. He left craters in roads, exploding cars on the side of the street. Like Zam’s, the cars went up in colorful, gasoline-fueled fireballs, making for some good visual entertainment. Shell felt a twinge of remorse for the people who lost their personal belongings when the fault as for the whole city. But not enough to stop him from also targeting a tree in a park. He formed the ki blast at the end of his hand, ready to destroy a 100 year old oak, leaving a blasted stump the whole city would never forget. Then Zam interrupted him, climbing atop him and causing the ki in his hand to flicker and vanish. “Zam!” he growled, a little angrily. He looked down at her with fangs bared, ready to chastize, but she pointed towards the way they had just come.
A namekian.
Shell was personally surprised. For a brief moment the destruction around them ceased as this, admittedly large, blue namekian stepped into view. The wind rustled around a tie he wore. Shell wondered if he was defending the city or come to usher in its destruction. “Zam, stay close. My kin are not all as nice as I am. He might be a ‘meanie’.”
The demon clan namekian waited for this newcomer to approach, his own clothing billowing in the charred winds. The smell was almost spicy, heated, as the scent of burning everything, gasoline, and the tangy metal of blood suffused the small road they were on. There was no mistaking the clan of this demon. His eyes were black, his ribbed patches a dull, dead grey. His coloring was too blue’d to be any kind of pure namekian. They don’t ever get so dark. A teal like Shell’s was already too pigmented for them, but he was much closer to “normal” coloring than this. This creature was clearly demon clan. “Cousin,” Shell said, cautious and not giving away anything, “I hope I didn’t blow up your office building back there.” It was clear Shell was chuckling in his words at the...unusual...garments for someone of his stature and obvious power. Making fun of him, almost, for wearing it. “This town has failed to pay Daimao what is due. We were making our way to its council, to properly extract payment. Are you here to honor our father? Or obstruct His will?” The question was a low threat. They would fight if he was here to stop them. Shell could feel the power of this namekian. Shell was not very experienced fighting one on one. The last time he’d attempted it with someone stronger than him, well...it had not ended well. But here he had Zam to fight alongside him if necessary. They could handle it. They’d have to, if he turned hostile. Daimao did not accept failure, no matter the excuse.
The air was deadly still as he awaited his answer.
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Post by Bass on Sept 18, 2019 20:13:45 GMT -8
Rolling the body back onto it's front and fully collecting himself, almost immediately the flying vehicle and excessive energy blasts made him aware of the location of the culprits here. Well, culprits was a rather choice word given his perspective on them. Back in his time it wasn't a science, causing chaos. It was just being a pest in his head anyways. The purpose wasn't really considered in his hands, but rather King Piccolo's given his childish mind at the time. After all, he was still incredibly young. Though needless to say those responsible for this were all but within talking range. He should probably pay more attention to his surroundings, though when a salaryman goes on vacation the last thing he wants to do is worry about the details. Bass was just here out of curiosity, to sniff the flowers would be a proper and fitting figure of speech. What he saw were two individuals that while he didn't recognize personally, he could easily correlate their kinds. The one that identified him was a Majin from the looks of it, accompanying what looked to be a fellow Demon Clan Namekian. Considering the level of devastation his energy attacks were putting out as well, he wasn't too shabby a fighter either. Though he wouldn't know for sure until he was hit by one of the blasts. Immediately there was a quip about offices, and Bass's attention fell directly on Shell, having been sort of surveying the environment before. Maybe that pushed a button? Apparently not.
"No, I'm on vacation. My office is in South City." He said, rubbing the back of his head. "I just came here for a few reasons I guess, just noticed the two of you enjoying yourselves and had to come see what was up for myself. I don't really know how to sense power or whatever like other people can. Though I can see explosions from a long ways away." He said, tapping the side of his head before listening to what else Shell had to say. It was a pretty good question, if he was here for a reason other than why not, what would it be? On one hand he'd lived a life given by King Piccolo and much of his dogma was instilled on an early age within Bass at an early age. Though on another note he wanted to take out the prune and be done with it so he could rule the world proper. Shell would notice a clear pause as Bass considered his answer, looking down and rubbing his chin. Almost to the point where an 'I DON'T HAVE ALL DAY?!' was warranted. Though thank Kami he eventually gave an answer.
"I guess help. I mean the damage is already done. Plus, it's been a while since I've tossed up some things. Back in my hay-day I'd do this all the time with Lute and Lyre, part of my squad I guess you could call it. Ransacked towns all the time, until some martial artist clipped my wings." He said, muttering 'Butta-boy...' afterwards with a sigh and an accompanying shake of his head. With that being said however, Bass started to walk forward with a small smile. "You can call me Bass, you too." He said, talking to the Majin that was climbing over the other Namekian. In introducing himself, he quite literally made the move to try and shake hands with Shell. Given the tension, it was an underestimation to say that was bold. That was incredibly daring. That smile could be interpreted two ways. Danger or friendliness, and the truth of the matter is Bass was fine either way.
It wasn't often he actually found people that could match up with him. Perhaps extending this handshake was risky, but that was only if he didn't want a fight. If those two all of a sudden got violent with him, it's not like he threw the first punch. Though if they trusted him and Shell shook his hand in return or... Well, rejected it all together he'd instead have at least an acquaintance to push through this town with. One way or another, it spoke of Bass's character to be so forthright and confrontational in a hairy situation.
"Oh, and while I'm here. Maybe you can help me. You haven't heard of a Tree of Might seed sitting around these parts, have you? That's part of the reason I used up all my vacation days saved up over the last..." He started counting fingers. "Six or so years. Got a promotion to Branch Manager, so the first course of action is going to get a nice big tree to set up out front of the building. That'll generate lots of business, could even sell the fruit for some Zeni on the side." He mused a bit, rubbing his chin. "Might be dangerous for normal Earthlings to just start eating those though." He squinted, reconsidering that particular business strategy.
"Still, fruit pairs well with morning coffee. Don't know if you can relate to that or not." Bass said, just what in the world was he going on about... It was so irrelevant that there was barely any thread to tie it to the current situation. Which is why at least Shell might've been able to let out a sigh of relief as Bass got back to the topic at hand, turning towards the buildings they were currently terrifying.
"So what step are we at? Back in my time step one was always get people to panic, that seems long done. Though we just did it by shrieking at them. Super weird in hindsight, but you always cringe at the stuff you do as a kid. Worst part is it worked, being completely honest. Then we just kind of ran around and uuuh... Oh, I remember we had to really make sure people knew we were here because of King Piccolo. Like, that was the punchline." He said, gesturing as if framing some kind of billboard. Giving a shrug afterwards, he asked one final question.
"So... Where are we going?"
WC: 1020 TWC: 2057
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Post by Majin Zam on Sept 19, 2019 2:16:10 GMT -8
At first, Zam was all set to be friends with the mysterious blue person. Generally she liked meeting new people, especially ones that were or looked like demons. They were always so much nicer to her than humans and those spiky-haired soy-ya-bean people... Meanies always called her a monster and stuff. Not a monster! A Majin! It was totally different! Bleh... Some people just weren’t good at being nice, she understood that much. Even now the fresh loss still weighed heavily on her mind, a beatdown from a certain tall woman... Rumors called the creature a demon, a fabled oni to be exact, but she knew that person as... Muscle Miss. But this person looked like a demon! Reminded her of home. So that made him a friend, right? However, when Shell voiced his warning, Zam gasped. “A meanie?!” All it took was one careless word choice... While he said ‘might be’, she just heard ‘is’. And she did not like meanies... Her body tensed. Fingers curled into firm fists. Something crackled. Bolts of pink ki crawled across her skin like flashes of static. If the Namekian wasn’t careful, they might even hurt him like stray jolts of electricity. But taking distance would’ve been another poor decision... It was only Shell’s presence that stopped the mercurial creature from unloading all her pent up frustration on the stranger. For now, she would just wait and squint at him... Highly suspicious of what he might do... The very second the meanie moved closer, the little Majin’s eyes suddenly widened. She shouted a warning despite being right beside two pairs of sensitive ears. “Look out, Big Green!” Her rubbery arm immediately stretched, trying to swat away the offered handshake. With her natural softness, it wasn’t really a smack or a strike, but more of a bap or a biff. Still, she was very firm about it. If one hit wasn’t enough, more would follow until the stranger got the hint. Bap... Bap... Bap... Insistently she would protect her big friend from the offending hand. She wouldn’t let this big meanie play any nasty tricks! Once the child was done... um... helping, she quickly introduced herself. “Zam is a Majin, is what Zam is!” She interjected right between the long and boring words. Unstable energy still snaked around her hand as she aimed a point at the sharp-dressed Namekian. “I’m gonna call you Big Blue.” He would find that the nickname was non-negotiable. And she didn’t even know what that last word meant. Any protests would fall to deaf ears. In all honesty, the impatient girl hadn’t been listening. At all. Not that the fact would surprise anyone who knew her. When two adults started talking, she kind of just zoned out. Their big, complicated phrases turned into jumbled noise in her ears. Sure, she recognized some of the words there, like tree and fruit, but then it went back to being nonsense again. Buuut at least she knew that it was rude to interrupt when people were talking. When it came to the final question, Zam leveled her gaze and her hand at the blue Namekian. “You... are gonna go boom.” She splayed her fingers and a massive surge of power formed an orb at her palm. Keeping her golden stare on the meanie, she tossed a question at her friend. Hm, make that two questions, with a hope for one answer. “Hey, hey Big Green. Are you done with the boring talk? Can I blow him up now?” All she needed was one word... And boom. Any intricate alliances forming between the lines completely lost on her. She represented a much simpler form of power politics. Whenever she ran into something -or someone- she didn’t like... She would destroy it. Then again, unlike in real politics, her opinion could be swayed with a piece of candy. [656/1917] Shell Bass
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Post by Shell on Sept 20, 2019 17:56:27 GMT -8
Shell…really wanted to tell Zam yes. He really wanted to have her blow up this guy who was, honestly, extremely weird. There was a small twitch developing in his upper lip, fang peeking out and and then disappearing every few seconds as Bass went on about completely mundane things. His job? Vacation days? Branch manager? Trees? None of them were relevant right now! He was ruining a perfectly good raid by discussing profits and selling to humans! “You’ll find yourself at a fighting disadvantage if you can’t sense energy.” Shell said at last, letting Zam answer the handshake, turning a little coldly from it as Zam…’bapped’ the hand repeatedly until he withdrew it. Most of the business babble was ignored entirely. Nobody had time to answer a speech like that in the middle of what could become a battlefield at any second. Shell was pretty sure the city council would keep all the defenses to themselves, but he could be wrong, and tanks and gunmen could come around the corner any second. He did spare the time to make a jab at Bass again, some disdain in his voice. “No wonder you were retired to the Southern Islands. And it’s no wonder they haven’t been conquered yet.”
That wasn’t entirely fair of Shell. This namekian wasn’t likely involved in any conquering of the southern islands. Many of Daimao’s...offspring...had integrated into what would be considered a “normal” life. Especially ones who could be mistaken more easily for the more normal, subdued namekians. Also, it wouldn’t be this Bass’s fault even if he had. The Southern Islands were practically a wildlife preserve, so dotted with historical places that any attempt to take them by force would’ve been poorly received. Attacking the famous Kame House alone would’ve united a few forces against him, dooming him to failure even if his power was stupidly high. Still, it was obvious Shell was treating the office worker as a non-combatant, blatantly judging him based on his own admissions about his lack of skill and his unusal fighting attire. “Sensing energy can keep you alive in a pinch. You should perfect it.” Shell started to move away from him, getting back to business.
“Zam, don’t blow him up just yet. But keep an eye on him. I know how you hate tricks.” Shell was doing it on purpose now. Before he was just warning her, but now he’d used her natural disposition to keep a watchdog on the blue namekian, aptly named “Big Blue”. By insinuating that he might be up to something, Shell would effectively make sure her eyes never left him. It was pretty obvious she already thought exactly such a thing by the way she attacked the handshake like a cat with a laser pointer. “If he seems like he’s gonna put us in danger, then you can make him go boom. Until then, he’s not part of the Raiding Party game. So we only blow up the people and the buildings.” This way he could stay on task. Because something was definitely...off with the man. Shell could feel power radiating off him, but he acted like a rube who didn’t know the basics. He sensed a heel-turn coming soon. Some kind of betrayal or lie. So he’d keep his watch demon on it while he cleared the way.
“Aim that explosive over there, not at Big Blue,” Shell ordered, pointing in what seemed like a random direction. But it was never random. He was aiming her at a bank. He did say they were going to take the payment owed. A bank would definitely have money. That would help them cover the taxes owed, and simultaneously bankrupt the town so they’d feel the pain of their decision to deny Daimao. “Think you can handle collecting money, business man?” Shell asked, turning to look over his shoulder with a smirk “Take anything that survives Zam’s explosion.” If anything the man would fit in with the bank’s decor, so he might not be too conspicuous. If Zam’s blast could get them bank wall to collapse or something similar, they could just walk right in and take it. “This little pink nightmare and I are going to open a path to the mayor. Rumor has it he’s hired Saiyans to protect him. I’d like to see them in action, if they exist.” That was as much as Shell would elaborate, because, again, he didn’t trust this random, buff, corporate hick. He was certain he was up to something that didn’t involve spreadsheets or corporate board meetings.
“That’s what step we’re on.” He answered finally, bright balls of ki appearing in each of his hands, a wild light filling his face. Then he started to fire a barrage of ki blasts towards the buildings in front of him, sending pockets of explosions across its surface. The explosions were purple white at first, but like Zam’s more colorful, sparkly pink blasts, once the blasts started it would all become fire and rubble. Shell didn’t like that they hadn’t yet encountered any armed resistance. Usually some do-gooders would at least attempt to show up and stop them. Sometimes they got police. Once there were tanks. A martial artist might be a fun distraction for Zam. Shells’ words to the civilian had been mostly bluster to get them to crack. But if the council had really stockpiled all the defenses there...well maybe he should have Bass go first. That’s all. [934 Words] [3561 Words Total] Majin Zam Bass
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Post by Bass on Sept 20, 2019 18:34:00 GMT -8
His offering an a handshake was unceremoniously rejected by a combination of things. First his attention shifted to Zam as her pink hand zooped out and bapped his wrist. Blinking he almost extended it forward as an act of curiosity. Bap, bap bap bap. She's persistent, he thought with a raise of his brow. Needless to say he was rejected in his about every way, shape and form. And as the Majin proposed the prospect of blowing him up he of all things just stood there. Was there the slightest nervous bead of sweat dripping down the back of his neck? Maybe, he didn't know how big a boom could be made. Though from what he'd seen he should at least survive the first explosion. Getting the nickname Big Blue actually enticed him to correct Zam, utilizing her own naming convention against her.
"Zam is a Majin, Bass is a Namek." He would say, speaking in a way to try and speak to a more childish mind. He even shortened Namekian to two syllables just so it matched Majin in that department. He really was an extremely considerate guy. Though looking towards Shell he gave a much more fluid response if one hundred percent irritated at the prospect of Bass delaying their advances. That wasn't necessarily his intentions, it just was what it was. Though to save the time he started walking so they could walk and talk given their impatience. He couldn't really float, so he just wandered on the ground if either of them did happen to float in the air. "Uuuuh. Well I always saw seeing other power levels as a weakness. Since then you either get confident or hopeless. The mystery of it all can be exhilarating, and push you to do your best at every point to push yourself beyond the limit since you don't know what kind of mountain you're climbing." He'd say, giving a thumbs up that no doubt Shell just wanted to tear off and throw into the horizon.
After the jab in his direction Bass almost looked a little offended, taken a back and opening his mouth ajar in a 'WHAT?' motion. "Uuuh, wow. Hey, I'm like our clans greatest infiltrator. I work a nine to five job like all the Earthlings there and know the ins and outs of their city. Now that's smart." He said, tapping the side of his head with a sharp-toothed grin. When Shell went on to suggest he learn to sense, the Namekian just gave a haphazard shrug and a simple response. "Sure, if I get the free time. When I get back it's going to be catching up on paperwork for liiiike..." He got lost in thought, strolling with his hands in his pocket. "Three weeks I bet. Not to mention I have to restructure the place." He added, letting out a thoughtful hum.
"And yes, don't blow Big Blue otherwise known as Bass up. I don't have any tricks. Actually, I have a philosophy of having no tricks. Just using pure raw might to handle my problems, we have that in common. I hate tricks too." He said enthusiastically towards Zam, still with that grin of his. He didn't bother to respond to Shell's further detailing towards Zam to not have her identify him as a target, but it was likely that he appreciated it in some capacity. Looking at where Shell pointed and his voice carried, he looked up to see a bank, almost rolling his eyes to himself he started to get an idea of what was going on. Though why did the Demon Clan even want Zeni? Not like they really had a good use for it. Maybe it was just the idea of owing something in general that was enough, the Zeni would just sit if it was taken. Or go into the hands of infiltrators; who knows. When Shell asked if he could handle money, he answered.
"I mean yeah, I give financial advice every day to people. Well, at least in my old position as a Sales Engineer. I cold called businesses and basically got them interested in some financial software to sort out there accounting, fun stuff. Though I was thinking I would just tag along. I've been y'know... Infiltrating Earthling society so long that I forget the ins and outs of how it's done. Besides, it's not like there's people behind us. Once we're done here you guys can collect it after we find like a trash can or dumpster to carry it all around in. Can't really move the money if we have nothing to move it in. Maybe a car could work even, I dunno. And wait." That made Bass tilt his head in confusion. He voiced that confusion as he just looked... Very perplexed. Gesturing all the while to push his points home.
"So wait, instead of actually paying the tribute to avoid losing hundreds of thousands of Zeni because of collateral damage and defending this attack via spending just a bit of Zeni, he instead apparently chose to hire a squad of some of Earth's strongest inhabitants to personally protect just him? Makes the Mayor out to be a giant piece of crap. In South City we at least have decent politicians that care for the people, it's an island city so even in a place that grand it's not like there's much outside of the city itself. Though yeah, I'd like to actually see these Saiyans too. I've actually been looking to find people that I can test my strength out against. I ran into a Saiyan back on South City, and I opened up an old wound of his by accident in a few punches. Amazing he took a few of those hits to begin with, who knows how nice a fight it was if it wasn't ruined by his recklessness to start fighting before he was properly healed."
Bass let out a sigh as he walked with them, watching the other explosions go off. He hadn't ever really raided a settlement of this scale before so it was hard to tell just how different wide-scale defence was. He just targeted low hanging fruit, and even then it was when he was a kid and when he still had wings. As Shell confirmed what step they were on Bass responded.
"Okay, sounds good."
WC: 1065 TWC: 3122
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Post by Majin Zam on Sept 20, 2019 23:05:22 GMT -8
Much to the Majin’s immediate disappointment, her friend denied her fun. Her cheeks puffed with a huffed protest. “Hmph! Boo... But I wanna...” Had it been anyone else than her favorite friend, she would’ve done it anyway. And then she would’ve blown up the boring killjoy too. That’s what the bigger demons did. She only waited because Big Green was nice to her and played games with her. Still, the fuse had been lit... Unstable energy crackled around her, pouring more power into the ominous orb in her grasp. It was only a matter of time before she would get fed up with all the confusing talk and waiting around. Patience had never been her strong point. The correction was met with a quizzical stare. Slooowly Zam tilted her head, as if that would somehow make the thoughts roll better. A puff of steam rose from her head and twisted into a question mark. “Who’s Bass, Big Blue?” The question was voiced with utmost honesty shining through her tone. “And what’s a Nah-mech?” Even if she butchered the pronunciation completely. Well, to be fair, the plan to use simple terms was a solid one when dealing with her, buuut her train of thought tended to be a jumbled mess. Needless to say, the blue Namekian was fighting a losing battle on that front. When given permission, the energetic creature shifted her aim towards the big building. “Okay~!” Finally! She was happy with blowing up anything. The orb in her palm twitched, pulsed briefly, before firing off violently. Reminiscent of a shot from a cannon, the blast shook the ground and kicked up a circular cloud of dust. Most creatures would have their bones creak and joints tremble from the hefty recoil. A Majin, meanwhile, didn’t need to worry about tiny details like that. It crashed heavily against the wall, digging into the bricks before exploding with a shower of glimmering sparks. Reinforcements and material choices didn’t matter much against the raw power of condensed ki. Steel bent and stone shattered. A gaping hole was torn into the wall. Miraculously enough the rest of the bank stayed standing. As Shell started flinging blasts of his own, Zam released her hold and dropped down from the piggyback ride. She strutted over to the towering blue salary man. Despite the huge height difference forcing her to crane her head waaay up, she glared at him fiercely. “I’m watching you, Big Blue!” She underlined the obvious statement by aiming a sharp point at him. “Zam is untrickle... Untrigger... Uh...” After a moment of trying and failing to come up with the correct word, she folded her arms defiantly. “You can’t trick me.” Yep. Totally true. Big Blue may have said that he hated tricks too, but that’s exactly what someone tricky would say! It had happened before. Once a big, burly demon had told her that he didn’t like tricks either... And then he had tried to eat her up! So she wasn’t falling for that one again, nope. Only when the tall stranger moved, so did the bubblegum creature guarding him. She walked by his side, close enough to stretch and bap him the moment he tried anything funny. Even as she idly gathered pearls of power into her palms and flung them into random directions, her suspicious gaze stayed locked on him. One might think she was taking her important task seriously, but really she was just looking for a reason to blast him... Except that she wasn’t quite sure what counted as a reason... Danger didn’t really mean much to her. Hm, oh well! She would know it when she saw it! ...Maybe. [627/2544] Shell Bass
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Post by SadistSquirrel on Sept 26, 2019 22:50:36 GMT -8
(( This is an OOC Post! Bass has requested to leave the thread due to time since last post! Because of this I will now be grading Bass' involvement in the thread, however the thread will not be locked as Zam wishes to continue the thread with Shell. ))
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Post by Shell on Oct 5, 2019 10:51:55 GMT -8
That’s funny, that you assume any politician does things for the good of their people,” Shell said, shaking his head and chuckling at Bass’s rather simple assumption that his part of the world was uncorrupted. Every part of the world was corrupt. Even Daimao was corrupt. Shell knew he enslaved other Namekians, and he was fond of wantonly destroying people with no cause, even those in his own kingdom. It was one of many reasons Shell intended to depose his father. He didn’t deserve a kingdom if he couldn’t protect it. “And to him, the point wasn’t to avoid losing money. It was a principle thing. He’d grown complacent and greedy, and decided that despite making plenty of money, and definitely more than his entire town, he needed to keep all of it. Why give any to Daimao? You’ll learn swiftly that human greed is inexhaustible. It is their one truly unlimited resource. They can never be content to live peaceably in Daimao’s kingdom. This particular human wanted to break free of the Demon King’s yoke, have his own little town to rule over like a lord. That is why we are here. To remind them that only King Piccolo can wear a crown here.
Shell noted the irony, when his forehead was adorned with his crown of horns. “Now, unfortunately, your desire to fight strong people doesn’t change our mission. Zam has opened the vault. Go get the money, or, as I just explained, some greedy human will. This is about getting in and out cleanly. Only enough destruction to deliver the message. Once you have it, wait for us at the front of town. Zam and I will press on and find our mayor.”
The namekian nodded a head to Zam, quite neatly severing the two groups. If Bass wanted to help, he could make use of him. But this was a game for just the two of them now. “Zam, our prey is hiding underground. He’s likely surrounded by-”
Shell shut up, because at that moment the ground rumbled. A building, old and probably condemned, split open as a full on tank smashed through it, moving towards the three demons. In some of the windows, men with guns appeared and took aim. The tanks were a deep green, and looked almost like bubbles with treads on the bottom; almost perfectly spherical orbs. Each had a flat panel of bullet and riot shielding on the front, with three different machine guns pointing out of little gun holes in the metal. Only one of them had a real long range cannon instead of machine guns, meaning they knew that Shell and Zam had been coming. They were equipped to fight individuals, not other tanks or siege equipment. It also could’ve been luck. They may have bought these kinds of tanks expecting bandits or other raiders with less noble intentions. Finally, a squawky voice came over a screeching speaker. “You three, halt right there! We’re the Pono Town defense force, and you are all guilty of murder, assault, and destruction of property! Stand down now and we may spare your lives. You are surrounded!”
Shell didn’t doubt the claim. Knowing that money was on the line, the force likely waited for them to get here, then brought out their big guns. Shell was a little disappointed that he didn’t see any of the rumor Saiyans in the mix here. Nobody in anything looking like Saiyan combat armor. No scouters. Not even a martial arts gi. Which either meant that the rumors were false, or that they were protector the Mayor himself, and this was just their normal attack force. Shell hoped it was that second one. “Zam? These people are very mean. They’re stopping us from seeing the Mayor. Do you remember what we do during Raiding Party when someone stops us from achieving our goal?” He turned and grinned at the little pink squiggle of a girl, fangs bared in a truly demonic smile.
[673 Words] [4234 Words Total] Majin Zam
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Post by Majin Zam on Oct 6, 2019 23:04:31 GMT -8
Unsurprisingly, the attention span of a Majin was preeetty short. As soon as Big Blue went to the vault, -or didn’t, she really wasn’t paying attention anymore- she hurried along to follow Big Green. The contents of the big, sturdy vault didn’t interest her in the slightest. She already knew what was in there. People used it to hoard those weird shiny things that tasted bad. Honestly, she wasn’t even sure why Mister King Green and all his friends even liked that stuff so much. Oh well! Her friends always told her that she didn’t need to know. And she agreed! Knowing too many confusing things made her head spin. A sudden crash blew the girl’s idle thoughts away. Her lips curled into a little o of awe as big, rumbly machines rolled into view. Then her curious gaze then wandered onto the windows, watching as people popped up everywhere. However, the bossy voice was met with an immediate protest. “Zam is not surrounded! Zam is a Majin, is what Zam is!” Humans were so dumb. They always needed reminding. All the other talk about being guilty and blah blah blah went in one ear and out the other. She had heard all of it so many times that she had lost count. When Shell flashed his demonic smile, Zam returned a mischievous crescent grin. It was the final spark needed to light the fuse. “That means... We make them go BOOM!” With those ominous words, her body started crackling, reminiscent of a firecracker going off. Her power skyrocketed, flaring into a blazing aura. For someone so young and small, her raw power level was absurd. Worse yet, the encouragement had pushed her into one of the two mental states that brought out the true destructive potential of Majins... Excitement. She positively trembled with excitement. Finally the game continued! The little Majin raised her hand a little and curled her fingers. Like she was holding an invisible ball... Energy surged through her arm in coiling bolts, just like before, but this time it didn’t turn into a fountain. Rather, the crackling ki condensed into a tiny orb, barely the size of a marble. The soldiers shared a puzzled look. Someone snickered. Another pulse made the sphere grow, now comparable to a baseball. The snickering turned into chuckling. Yet the creature only drew her hand back. “Here, catch!” She threw it and... completely missed the three tanks. Instead, it flew at one of the peeking soldiers, who ducked beneath it as it sailed right into the room behind him. A pink flash shined through all the windows at once. -BOOM!- Glass shattered. Bricks crumbled. And the laughter stopped. Grinning madly, Zam brought her other hand up too. Two more of those destructive orbs appeared in her grasp. Maniacal giggling and haphazardly chucked ki bolts filled the air. Each one packed a deceptively large explosion. She twirled around, scattering them all over the place like a wild little sprinkler. A chain of bright flashes and heavy detonations rocked the scene. Those who didn’t get blown away immediately had to cover their eyes from the dazzling storm. By now, most foes might regret the decision to surround a walking disaster zone. This time even Shell had to be careful not to get caught in her reckless fun. [562/3106] Shell
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Post by Shell on Oct 10, 2019 7:09:28 GMT -8
”Zam they mean...that…” Shell sighed, shaking his hand and placing it over his face for a moment. Zam was a very...literal embodiment of evil. It was precisely why she was usually sent in the presence of older warriors. Because otherwise she might...miss important things, or say or do something that could hurt one of Daimao’s allies. The people of that one village still believe the land is cursed and refused to rebuild on it, after what she did. Her explosions were detonating for days.
Either way, now they faced down a small army, and Shell felt bad...for the army. They had no idea they were about to get trounced by grinning jello. But if she was going to let loose, so would Shell. The mayor would be rather exposed after their assault, so he might as well make this a fun time. As Zam went about hurling explosive orbs, Shell moved right at the tanks. They represented the biggest threat to them both, so Shell finally drew the sword on his hip. The black bladed weapon was the hardest, sharpest metal in the world, or so the salesman who appraised it said. So far it had been able to cut through everything it touched, and the tanks would be no different.
Shell darted forward, bouncing to the side to avoid a pink marble that landed to his right, and then he slashed upwards with his blade, cleaving the fronts off the machine guns attached to the bubble-like tanks. The guns sparked and sizzled, then backfired as they tried to keep shooting. Moments later, the pink explosion rocked the tank, which fell off of its treads and hit the ground sideways. Shell leapt atop the casing and stabbed down with his blade, shearing through the hull like butter and cutting an opening.
Unfortunately, before he could yank the driver out of the tank, the one with the long artillery gun slammed a slug into the namekian! A lesser mortal would’ve exploded on contact, but Shell went tumbling back head over ass across the ground. He snarled as he picked himself back up, a shimmering purple shield disintegrating around him. The barrier had saved his life, but now he was furious. With a roar he flung his sword arm forward. He was a good sixty yards from the tank, but his arm began to stretch. And stretch. And stretch. The katchin metal sliced cleanly through the outer hull of the tank, sinking into the driver with barely a sound. He gasped as the weapon pierced his heart, then Shell retracted his arm, the dead form of the driver who dared hit him slumping over inside his tank.
Realizing their tanks were useless against a sword that could cut through anything, the assembled men and women began to panic. Several of them fired at shell from windows (they had begun to realize that Zam was more or less impervious to most bullets, as they caught in her jelly-like body and then just tumbled to the ground). The guns forced him to go on the defensive, finding rubble provided by Zam’s explosives and using it for cover. “Zam!” he shouted above the fray. “Hide and Seek and Kill!” he shouted to the little pink monstrosity, pointing to the high perches of the snipers. “You’re it! Find them!” She should know what to do from there. Hopefully that would give him enough of a break that he could take out the rest of the tanks and they could go see who was protecting this awful, traitorous mayor.
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