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Post by Juni on Nov 16, 2020 15:21:01 GMT -8
“I see. I have not visited Pilaf Land as of yet. Thank you for sharing that information with me. It does not surprise me that the rampant crime in Oolong City has expanded to the reaches of the southern lands. Zeni rules the world after all.” Juniper said a matter of factly, “Yes, Oolong City has laws in place from a bygone age, the Tea clan has been collecting dues from locales by ignoring the means in which the zeni comes from, but ever since I became heiress I have been involving myself in amending discrepancies in my family’s trusts. Beginning with the University which should be a place of Academics and free of crime.”After looking at the flyer she reflected, “I take no issue with the wheat, even if it is genetically modified, as long as it does not crossbreed with the farmlands in the territories owned by the Duchies, it should be kept out of the reach of buyers. If you desire to acquire it, I can only imagine you will be responsible with it by keeping it out of the criminal network and the black market, just based on your appearance alone and your involvement with the community in the past, Bass-san.”The mention of Duchess Melody formed a smile on her neutral expression, “Ah, yes, it upset the Pig Demon Duchies that Melody-san married someone beneath her social standing, to her vassal no less. Uniting villages is what the Duchies strive for to expand their control in the western lands. The rumors eventually uncovered the truth of her birthright with The Bossa Nova samurai clan Village, who were unaware of her existence, which restored her status among the nobles, further elevating her social standing, as samurai are honorable in our society.”The namekian speculated that the goods were being transported using a body of water. After some thought she explained “Yoyo river surrounds the grand ducal’s plateau,” Juniper pointed south from their current location of Electric City towards the heart of the city’s skyline with a sixty meter rock plateau with the ducal castles at the top, “The river cuts through the center of Oolong city into Baba Yaga’s dark Forest domain in the south east. I have heard there is a network of caverns there. If anyone wanted to avoid the police or the world government it would be through that forest. Perhaps one of those caverns lead to the ocean. Your power level signature is difficult to ignore, I will meet you there, I need to change out of this kimono first, and continue with the investigation.”Juniper hailed a palanquin, in order to make a short trip to Zen Estate across the river to change out of her noble attire, and follow the river to the cave network into the dark forest which harbored monsters. [471] [471/6,000] Bass
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Post by Shibito on Nov 17, 2020 10:00:53 GMT -8
The dock was an easy target, not many people nearby and housed a few thugs of... reasonable sport. They put up a decent fight, even managing to shoot him in the bicep with one of their guns. Yet in the end they succumbed to his rage, and the harbor was left silent once more. A boat had arrived, its cargo hold empty but it was going somewhere. Perhaps it was the target he was after, perhaps not. Whatever the case was, the demon Shibito cared little as long as he got to quell the anger within. Yet in the heat of battle he had found more anger, more rage boiling up inside of him. His calm demeanor stark contrast to the fury bubbling in his heart, and so as he searched the bodies for clues, he found nothing of note.
Perhaps that would have been to easy anyways, a note on a body? That would have been a silly idea, but Shibito found himself chuckling at the idea as he crouched down by the dock side, faceless but watching the river none the less. The water flowed behind him, yet in this day and age of machines, it was likely the boat came from either direction. Yet it faced one way, so he bet it came from down river and was headed to Oolong city. Shibito had tortured a man to get his information, seeking answers to a job he had taken. He didn't care if the job got done, only that he got to keep killing... and was he feeling the fix. Years had gone by since his last actual murder, the sweet anodyne of their screams soothed the raging tempest within. It eased the burden of his arms, and was like a sweet melody on a warm summer day to him... It was wonderful.
Yet it was not to last, as he needed to find more people, if not to kill, then to solve the mystery he had been set free to do. With a hand of Adroitness, Shibito proved quick to learn how to operate a boat. His mind working quickly to figure out all the levers and knobs, until finally he cast off the anchor to the dock before setting off down the river. What lay before him was anyone's guess, but he surmised he would find what he sought if he just drifted down river a little.
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Post by Bass on Nov 17, 2020 13:27:28 GMT -8
"She's been having issues of her own, figures." Bass said, nodding in acknowledgement when Juniper spoke of taking a little detour for some maintenance and background work. Bass always was the forthright and upfront kind of person, so he had no qualms with leading the charge into the forest. It was possible that there was more of the wheat- a deeper level to the network of contraband being lugged around. Unbeknownst to Bass that would be in the form of meat with the same kind of infusion as the wheat.
Not only that, but whoever was trying to do this also seemed to want to strong-arm the food industry- meat particularly. Of course, he had no such conclusions in his mind about the truth of the situation. Mere speculation as to how deep the rabbit hole went. Lifting off of the ground from their place around the docks, Bass spotted a peculiar figure toying around with a boat with a non-negligible power level. Was he involved? His presence was abnormal, appearance even moreso, but Bass wasn't one to talk.
So instead he followed the lead instead of taking detours of his own. Shibito may or may not notice Bass flying downstream as well towards a cave system further down the way. Once he was inside, the blue skinned Namekian weaved through various dark tunnels. It was actually surprisingly hard to see, forcing Bass to slow down to all but an eight of his normal flight speed. Moving at not much more than a gliding pace, he weaved around a bend as his eyes adjusted to the darkness.
The most interesting development in the tunnels would be when partway through some dim lights started to appear. Lanterns appeared attached to wooden latches nailed with crude spikes to the cave edges. At first only the lights were an oddity, but flying further and further the evidence piled up to suggest someone or some group was using this as a base of operations. Maybe it had something to do with the culprits? Bass didn't even know what he was looking for except for generic henchmen types up to no good, so he didn't wait too long to take in the details.
As he flew forward and an opening revealed itself, there was a shout. Someone to the left that Bass hadn't even had the care to notice until he was forced to. They'd shouted something of a mild profanity and when Bass looked over was pointing towards him and was rocking a sleeping friend perhaps by the shoulder to wake him up.
Taking in the details for several moments longer, Bass started to notice a few strange things. Crates, firearms, it smelled an awful lot like meat. In fact, narrowing his eyes next to the just waking up person was a plate with run of the mill steak on it.
Flying over to the platform and landing his feet on the ground several meters away from the duo, the two were now shouting threats- particularly some helpful ones.
"Get back! You're not one of them traders so we want nothing to do with you!"
"Gah, do you gotta be so loud?" Groaned the other as he was still waking up. "But yeah scram!" He followed, a little hypocritical. Bass couldn't blame the guy, he'd just gotten up.
It only took a moment longer for one of them to scramble towards a sub machine gun leaning at the side of a doorway going into what appeared to be a well implemented office cubicle in the far edge of this platform. It almost looked like a ticket booth of some kind. Aiming it at him, the resounding mechanical clanking indicated he was ready to fire at a moments notice only withheld by hesitation at shooting someone who could fly.
"Look, guys. It's fine, relax, breathe for a second. Can you just explain what this is?" Asked Bass, both hands out and visible to the crooks.
"It's none of your business, but if it means you'll just get out of here this is a legal tariff operation on meats. We gleam quality and only allow the best stuff to get through to West City." Said the one that'd been awake the whole time.
"Yeah, we're like heroes man." Mentioned the other in a dopey voice having just woken up.
"Oh, wow, guys... That's awesome. Good work. So... Don't mind me if I stick around for some food, you guys are heroes right?"
One of them visibly gulped, the other had broken a quiet sweat a long time ago. However both nodded, and Bass would end up joining them for the moment to have some of the hijacked meat. Some chatter, ideally informative but largely just passive aggressive small talk.
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Post by Juni on Nov 17, 2020 14:57:43 GMT -8
Anyone who knew Juniper personally, was aware that she had suppressed the form she was born with, in order to retain a public image as a mystic healer as a human. In fact, she was a demoness with red tipped horns, fangs, blood red eyes, ash skin, and despite wearing perfume she still smelled like brimstone. Zen Estate was located at the base of the ducal plateau on the west end overlooking the Yoyo river, after changing out of her kimono, she opted for a purple designer yukata, with elbow length sleeves, and a hemline that reached halfway down her thigh. In this demonic form she was known by the criminal network as Hachiko, a noble with connections in the black market, but those were just rumors of her infamy, it made it easier for Tea heiress to go in disguise to subdue her rivals who wanted her dead for simply being a demon. However, in the past two years Hachiko had recently turned up, and there was a disconnect with the split personality to the point that they had their own thoughts.
With a sigh, Hachiko read the message Juniper left for her, and it read:
The message was ignited in flames with demonic sorcery, turning into a pile of ash in her hand until she shook it off, it had been a while since the demoness hidden within Juniper was released. Hachiko raided the utility closet to pick up a can of spray paint, feeling rather creative for a change, and was off using demonic synergy to hover over the surface of Yoyo river until she stopped by a pile of dead bodies behind a tree.
The bodies were disfigured that she could not recognize anything particular about them, she searched for any clues, and found nothing out of the ordinary that could explain how they met their fate. With a shrug she continued to follow the powerful ki signature of Bass, into Baba Yaga’s dark forest domain, which was forbidden to the residents of the Western Lands, because anyone who entered never returned. After a while she made her way through a network of caverns, in the distance she could see Shibito’s form operating a boat, but they were met with a fork in the river channel network, so she went the opposite way to avoid him since she detected Bass in a specific direction.
Upon arrival, Bass was conversing with two lowlifes, it was obvious by the clothes they were wearing that they lacked refinement, by comparison to her own wardrobe. It was pitch dark apart from the lanterns and torches to illuminate this foul smelling cavern, her crimson demon eyes were glowing which allowed gave her the utmost clarity, she hopped on top of the makeshift wooden dock full of questionable cargo. Among some of the things she could visibly see was barrels of gunpowder, she raised her brows that were circular by design under the fringe of her snow white hair, and then drew near the group that were casually talking.
“Room for one more?” Hachiko spoke up, she placed her hand on a blue spiked lacquered gourd that looked like a purse, it was actually filled with octopus ink, and she casually began to shake the can of yellow spray paint in her hand.
“I may be a demon but this place is so drab.” [603] [2,269/6,000] Bass Shibito Attachments:
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Post by Shibito on Nov 17, 2020 15:26:00 GMT -8
The boat was slow going, even by someone who took their time when travelling. Shibito standing patiently on the boat, however he could sense someone nearby. His faceless head turning to see the man flying through the sky. The eyes in his shoulders watching the namekian fly over head, his power immense enough to make even Shibito pause. Yet if the Namekian had wanted to attack him, he would have. Thankfully the man had left Shibito to his own devices, at least for now. The demon was also vaguely aware of someone else nearby, but either it was his imagination or not was still to be determined.
Slowly the boat began to go down the river, the demon gently stirring it where he wanted it to go. His arrival to the cave system taking much longer than the Namekian's due to the boat's speed but none the less he would maneuver his way in the dark using the lights at the front of the boat. It wasn't till the lanterns that he knew the object of his searching had been found. The Namekian was here as well, but even more was a demon woman. They were having a conversation, much to Shibito's surprise. Perhaps he had just walked in on a group of thugs? If so then he was going to be in trouble.
The boat was not stopped, Shibito letting it run into the docks safely from the group. The docks giving way to the boats engine power, destroying a large portion of it and letting boxes of all kinds flow down into the water. Shibito simply stepped off the boat to the side dock where it was safe to stand, before turning to the group in question. While he knew physical altercations were a serious problem, he was here to do his job.
"hmph... A namekian, a demon and two thugs..."
His voice was calm and collected, yet he stopped some distance away. His faceless head barely within the light, yet the eyes in his shoulders shined in the darkness as well.
"An interesting group... But nonetheless... Where is the meat product? I'd rather this be done quickly so I can go home soon."
While it wasn't a threat, nor did he even pose a problem should the namekian or the demon become... less friendly. He had no wish to be their friends or socialize with them. Instead he simply wished to get the information and leave immediately.
"My employer wants the people in charge of the blockade dealt with... So lets just get this over with and be done with one another..."
With that, Shibito's hand was ready to reach for his sword. His body tensed for combat should the group in question attack him, yet despite his instincts telling him to run... He was excited to fight nonetheless. Quietly he was hoping they simply gave him the info and couldn't sense energy.
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Post by Bass on Nov 18, 2020 9:08:49 GMT -8
"So, I take it you've been doing this for a few days now, huh? Sounds pretty lucrative, not to mention risky." That would be the first thing Hachiko would hear upon entering the platform area. Sitting down and munching on import steak that'd been cooked on an open flame with the other two. If they weren't already nervous before trying to not instigate a person that could fly, when Hachiko showed up their faces lost all color as fear overtook them completely. Just short of screaming, when she spoke the two of them would kind of bounce back with some semblance of calm. Some. Bass would speak out, the figure familiar and unfamiliar at the same time. He personally had no clue what it was about, but he often had a no questions asked policy with things he couldn't easily explain. "Sure, I was just looking into what's going on here. Seems like this is the tariff station. I'm guessing the ones in the forest are where the might meat or whatever is actually made. Both normal import and their import are sent down the same canal, and only theirs are allowed through. Does that sound right so far?" Bass asked, looking over towards the other two. Sweat beaded on their foreheads, shifty glances went from side to side and one of them muttered out. "Come on... You said we could trust you..." "I did, and you can. Don't worry, secret's safe with us." Bass replied with a dismissive wave. It was about then that Shibito arrived, Bass glancing into the dim light to see a face barely emerged. He munched on a bit of steak, just waiting for what the figure might do. Being called a Namekian first was a welcomed surprise, and Bass heard out what the figure would have to say. Something about the figures tone must've not sat right with Bass, because he ended up standing and setting the plate of food aside to continue on with the job and dropped the break or leisure time he'd been previously having. With a flicker, his form appeared one after another in two instants next to the figures, flicking the sides of their head to put them to a temporary sleep. "I figured I'd wait for..." Bass looked towards Hachiko, not really sure what to address them as with the radical appearance and attire shift. "Them, but now that we and company are here I presume we can carry on. This was the tariff station they were running, but the main thing is out of the other side of the cave and further into the forest. Let's go." Making sure to crush the crooks weapons into an unusable hunk of junk, Bass just haphazardly tossed the remains aside. Then his feet lifted off of the ground and he'd begin flying through the tunnel further. Making his way forward, there would be a couple bends and weaves but for the most part the platform they'd been at was fairly close to the exit. Appearing on the other side, Bass would spot a forest with a convenient smoke column from presumably some sort of cooking apparatus. Taking higher to the sky he'd look down, making out combined with his energy sensing capabilities the presence of a hefty amount of people. Dozens perhaps?
It was very likely that this was the place they would need to go. 556 3,311/6,000
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Post by Juni on Nov 18, 2020 12:46:46 GMT -8
The giant Namekian only had to look at her once to have an understanding, the ki signature between Juniper and Hachiko were the same, while their personalities were miles apart on top of the vastly different appearances. The Tea Clan was notorious for its members being of demonic origin, so in the public eye they were all pig demons, quite literally as Oolong Tea descendants were part pig beastman and various demon clan lineages. Around the world earthlings feared demons, the Western Lands was different in that everyone from all walks of life were accepted, the local residents had no qualms with Tea Clan harboring demons as long as public gambling and the red light district was legal, although it still unnerved the duchies, the zeni investments yielded profits that allowed them to ignore the influence of demons.
After Bass knocked out the two thugs instead of killing them, her crimson red eyes looked over to the practically headless demon that joined them, who failed to introduce himself simply asking a question; it was suspected that the disfigured bodies in the forest were killed by this demon.
“The real product we are after is not here apparently, just a bunch of gunpowder, and explosives plus two unconscious lowlives. This security detail is too easy if you ask me. Bass-san believes they are a bit more organized than this. So let’s follow his lead, shall we?” Hachiko hopped from the wooden dock to the boat that was still running waiting for Shibito to board.
“I hope you don’t mind boarding your stolen boat, since we’re heading the same direction, I figured I could conserve some of my demonic sorcery in case it gets dicey up ahead.” Hachiko grinned with sharp teeth, “My name is Hachiko Tea. What is yours demon?”
Hachiko was raised as a noble, her tone of voice sounded like she looked down on everyone, while her power level was nowhere as significant to the blue namekian she still possessed rare abilities. As she elegantly took a seat on the boat at the bow point, she waited for Shibito to operate it from the stern end, and kept her sly sharp smile on her face expectantly. No one involved in finding the truth of this operation were friends, it was a common interest to steal back the goods from a hidden network of criminals that grouped them together as the opposition, had Juniper been involved she would not have allowed Shibito to claim the loot knowing he had questionable intentions. However, Hachiko feared nothing, another demon being in possession of a valued illegal product would not affect her own ability to develop her mysticism. As long as she was outside the castle walls she was raised in, she did not care what she was tasked with, this was the most fun she ever had in ages.
[478] [3,789/6,000] Bass Shibito
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Post by Shibito on Nov 18, 2020 15:09:19 GMT -8
Shibito watched as the Namekian knocked the two out, much to his distaste on the matter. Yet as he flew away, Shibito was left standing there in displeasure of not being responded too. However the woman seemed open enough to admit that the product wasn't here, referring to the Namekian as "Bass-san" and suggesting they follow his lead. While Shibito had assumed the group was together on this, it would seem that it was the opposite. The demoness and namekian were both searching for the product, much to Shibito's relief.
He watched as the demoness walk past him, taking a seat on the boat before stating they should use the stolen boat. He simply remained silent as he got on the boat, saying nothing as he put the boat in reverse, slowly but carefully maneuvering the boat out of the cave. He didn't speak the whole time he was backing up, but as they hit the open waters, Shibito finally spoke.
"I am known as Shibito... or Sensoa. Either will work."
With that, the demon remained silent as he went down the river using the boat. The engine quietly rumbling in the water as Shibito put the engine to run at a decent speed, not wanting to run aground while they traveled. He did not speak as he steered the boat, his faceless head simply staring a head. Yet it was when the steering wheel grew slick did he notice the blood from his gunshot wound was smearing crimson across the wheel. His hand crimson from the red trail down his arm. As he searched for a medkit, Shibito decided to ask questions.
"If you seek the product, then do we know where it is? If so, how armed is the gang... Not that it matters. Your friend seems quite strong as well as you."
After finding the medkit under the steering wheel, he took his time between steering and fixing his wound. His tail steering the boat while he went to work.
"I assume we have all been hired to undo the blockade. I do not care if you steal it once we find it, I am only here to undo the blockade. All I was hired for."
It was foolish to trust someone right off hand, but Shibito kept his eyes on the woman in question. His shoulders crimson eyes starting intently as he watched her every move. It took only a brief moment before he managed to bandage, albeit very poorly, his arm. He was not a doctor or proficent in first aid, but it would do until he found himself a doctor nonetheless.
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Post by Bass on Nov 19, 2020 7:23:54 GMT -8
The Namekian observed the camp. Looking back, he looked for the other two with the boat. Seeing nothing outside of the cave, he could sense their energies within it still. Rubbing the back of his neck, his attention shifted back to the camp. Surely he figured doing this alone would be disappointing to the others if they were like the other martial artists he'd come to know over time.
So he'd just remain where he was. His index finger rhythmically tapped his opposing crossed arm as he passed the time. It at least gave him time to monitor what was going on in the little camp that'd been set up. It looked like they had an in house researcher or scientist. Surely the individual needed not to be dressed so obviously with a white lab coat and a frail demeanour, but at the same time it really made no difference.
Bass watched the doctor for the most part spending his time in the singular temporary structure that had the smoke rising up and out of it. With no clue what he was actually doing inside, there was a light grumble from the hovering man. He also felt a push to just get this started. He figured he could at least start plucking some of the crooks away.
And so he would do precisely that. Lowering down into the dense forest he'd walk around some bushes until he had a clear sightline through a number of trees to the camp up close. Sure enough they had weapons, some guns and some crude melee weapons excluding a couple sabres or knives. There was a loose patrol from the looks of it, Bass picked up on a few guys wandering around the perimeter of the camp scanning around in between doing various other activities to pass the time.
With subtlety really not being his specialty, Bass walked through the bushes and foliage with almost no attempt to be quiet. Instead he opted to take out eyes as they saw him, by and large just taking things slow while waiting for the others to come and join. If nothing else, he noted the newest figure to the trio of job-takers could use the fight. Everyone needed to start somewhere.
When the closest patrol inevitably saw him, Bass was in front of the guy in a blink and gone the next instant. The only sign of him ever being there was a huge gust of wind and the lacking presence of the bandit near that area. The guy now found himself passed out blowing snot bubbles as he snored suspended by his underwear from a treebranch. That ought to do it, Bass thought.
Sure enough, the entire camp was a bit spooked after that. Some were investigating the sound and calling out towards their now missing friend while others were going to fetch their weapons were they not to be holding one prior.
Standing a ways into the forest, the Namekian raised his wrist to look at the time. Then he let out a heavy sigh.
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Post by Juni on Nov 19, 2020 12:16:45 GMT -8
Once Shibito was on the boat, she had a better look of his faceless head, it was like a humanoid skull made into a smooth helmet, but her crimson eyes saw his actual demonic eyes deep into his biceps when he blinked. The smell of blood forced her tongue to lick her own lips with anticipation, she watched him bandage his wound haphazardly, if Juniper was here she would offer to heal him, but Hachiko was the type of person who kept to herself. Even if he asked for help, she had her personal doubts, especially since she enjoyed the metallic smell of blood like most demons.
“Friend? I just met him.” Hachiko interjected, “Do people really make friends after meeting once, Shibito-san?”
A soft demure chuckle escaped her sharp teeth, “Hired? I am practically volunteering. It’s bad for business to have anyone but yourself handling special illegal goods. Even if we stop this operation today, it could be back in business tomorrow, that’s just the way it is in Oolong City.”
With a sigh, she looked over her shoulder briefly as Bass was flying right under the cavern network’s ceiling wall, and then deadpanned over to Shibito.
“At least one of us is getting paid to be here.”
At the end of the cavern they reached the coastal edge of the dark forest, she pointed at the engine then followed with a head cutting motion under her neck at Shibito, to turn it off as there was some kind commotion in the encampment full of thugs and a scientist who retreated into a makeshift lab. In the distance she noticed that Bass lured some of the criminals into the forest when a patrol guard was reportedly missing based on the conversation she overheard with her demonic pointed ears, accusing the patrol of being negligent of their duties, and a female cat beastman emerged with a scouter rather than look with her eyes like the rest of the patrol. It was an outdated one, so she picked up the power levels of Hachiko and Shibito in one direction which gave her flat results but an arrow kept counting a different power in the direction of Bass.
The scouter echoed in sound, it continued to keep counting, her long spotted tail straightened out to a point, when it would not stop counting up, it drew the attention of the entire camp when she raised her claw in the direction Bass was hiding behind a bush in. The entire camp was alert to ambush the blue Namekian together, expecting that their sheer numbers would allow them to apprehend him as an intruder, and they all screamed a battle cry.
Hachiko stepped out of the boat at the shore of the forest, walking the opposite direction of the commotion, sneaking into the makeshift lab, she figured Bass made an excellent distraction of the entire camp while she secured the loot they were looking for. With demonic sorcery she bound the old scientist with the ink inside her blue gourd, gagging him to the ground from making a sound, and she began to look through his research stopping to stare at a sapling of might with the obvious label on the pot that read: Property of Grand Duke’s Own University.
A sigh escaped her lips, she could not store a living plant inside a capsule or it would die, which meant she had to carry the stolen tree and return it to the proper owners. There was a small greenhouse with two wheat bundles and three milk canister dispensers made of spirit ore that read: Moo of might engraved on the metal. It was not the meat that was rumored to be genetically modified, it seemed more profitable to produce milk product instead of killing the animal for the genetic meat, and so she popped open a capsule with a hovering wagon style platform, large enough to carry the mini green house with the wheat inside, the stolen tree of might sapling, and the three metal canisters of milk.
Hachiko dragged the scientist out of the lab across the ground, then set the whole lab on fire behind them, as she pushed the product they were after out into the open in the middle of the camp. There were a few explosions in the lab as the fire began to spread, she figured she could put it out, once most of the camp was destroyed before it burned down the forest. [747] [5,484/6,000] Bass Shibito
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Post by Shibito on Nov 20, 2020 14:05:38 GMT -8
Shibito snorted at the woman's response, as he felt she was lying through her teeth about the relationship between her and the Namekian. She knew his name, had been sitting with him and the two gang members. But the demon cared very little to argue a point that was not worth his time. It was when she made the motion to cut the engine that Shibito did so, quickly turning it off to let it drift. It wasn't until he was near the shore that he anchored the boat. He could tell this "Bass" was more than adequate to take down the people of this gang. The demon simply decided to wait to see how this turned out.
When the whole gang rushed the Namekian, Shibito took this chance to rush in himself, going straight for the product. He would grab what he could, taking his time to grab the meat and occasionally defend himself from nearby attackers. Thankfully he was quick on the job and got what he needed. With a swift hand and decisive grab, the Demon was able to get in and out quickly. With his job done, he turned to run. He doubted he was needed here and didn't want to waste time.
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Post by Bass on Nov 20, 2020 14:19:12 GMT -8
And suddenly the camp was upon him. Neither bothered or encouraged by this fact, he noted the closer power signatures of the two others that'd been with him for the duration of this particular escapade. Shibito was correct to think that the Namekian was more than capable of disposing of a bunch of run of the mill crooks and goonies whether they were from down South or the West alike, the large grouping of armed fighters would quickly get to witness a little bit more than Bass usually let on.
Tugging off his tie behind a tree as a couple of bullets breezed by, the Namekian focused his ki and activated his bulk form. His arms bulged, chest widened and height grew to proportions that overshadowed his previous still athletic and bulky physique. Quickly bursting not around but through the trees, his larger form allowed his attacks to affect a much larger range of targets and things. Sending shockwaves that destabilized the enemies that it didn't outright incapacitate, in just a few moments the large attack team had been reduced to a bunch of misplaced guns and sleeping goons.
Clapping his hands free of any dirt or debris, the Namekian shrunk down to his normal size and went back over to his tie on the ground. Lifting it up, with the expertise only garnered from tying a tie everyday for many years he fixed it neatly and professionally within his collar before turning back to address the mess. He couldn't just leave them like that, but somehow he doubted there were going to be any police on standby in an area as lawless as the Western Lands. Rubbing the back of his neck, he opted to just break all of their weaponry, an ample setback to keep them from terrorizing ordinary people for some time.
Then, he went into the camp to collect his proper share of the spoils, relieved to see-. The camp was on fire. With a loud sigh, the Namekian slowly raised a palm to his face and glanced over towards Hachiko, who happened to be in possession of the scientist and his work it'd seem. It looked like the mission had come to an end.
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