Bass-ic Procedures [Let the Hammer Down, Good Buddy | SOLO]
Sept 20, 2019 12:16:03 GMT -8
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Post by Bass on Sept 20, 2019 12:16:03 GMT -8
Ahahahaha! Freedom once again! His vacation was filled with so much busywork that he was struggling to just relax. And by relax he meant something along the lines of working out! Not to mention which his Expert Training Equipment that he always wore like a cloth-like layer of pure weights draped over his skin. The crushing weight on his shoulders was enough alone to make many fighters fall over and lose their balance. Though he was already acclimating incredibly well to the change. Besides it was small, while light was actually a bad word for the clothes their size alone meant that he could wear his normal stuff on top of it. Which of course he had to wash after his last workout, and the time before that, and the time before that. Though even then these clothes were likely bought er... A week before his vacation started? Though there was one amazing thing he conjured up in his head during his travels. It was such a risky technique that you needed to be able to survive the fall if you were subjected to it, but he'd gotten a hold on the procedure needed to actually pull it off.
Not to mention he even avoided tearing additional trees out of the ground, just using this singular large linear log with a slightly pointed end to jam into the ground wherever it ended up landing generally he just hoisted it over his shoulder as he walked. It wasn't too much of an additional load for the mighty Namekian. The question was what he would do today, his vacation was burning away fast and while just working out was okay, he could do that after work when he was back in South City. Plus just moving around in these clothes was enough to at least stimulate his body and not have him just uselessly sit for eight hours a day. Plus during his breaks he could work out and maybe even get Greg on the routine too. He was one of the few Earthlings that actually while a nervous wreck, tried to at least be interested in what Bass did in his off time. He went as far as to pay for food a lot of the time. Though that was practically irrelevant at the moment, he'd have a talk with the guy when he got back to South City. Maybe they could form some kind of pact and Greg could become his second hand man. Even though he doubted he'd be much use for little else than being an errand boy to get two things done at once.
Taking in a deep breath he pulled back his arm, hand gripped in a solid hold on the large log. His cheeks puffed up in conservation of raw explosive power before releasing as the log quite literally moved at a speed incomprehensible to the average Human. Quickly the Namekian leaped upwards and slowly went faster than said object, catching up to it before he'd come to plant both feet atop of it. Lowering himself down, he wrapped both of his legs around the bottom carefully to secure a seat on the log and enjoy the journey while it lasted. He could be in the air for a while with how this thing was going, how the wind carried something this high in the sky. It was frankly beautiful from up here. The beaming sun shining god-rays through the clouds that illuminated the rolling hills and rustling trees below. You could almost see the wind pushing grass in waves from this height, able to observe the wide scale forces of nature from a distance far enough to properly perceive them.
During his travels he sailed over a village, to which some village people could only help but point up in awe at the sight. Sure some of them had stories of the Z Fighters in the past, but most of them just flew around. It was weird for a Namekian to be sitting on a log. A blue one at that. Granted he was too high to really make out, the most notable thing was that a log was sailing through the air without end in sight. As quickly as the log came into sight it'd disappear over their horizon, covering the gentle curve of the Earth's surface over the Southern Lands as he scanned the place for anything of note. There was more buildings that were shaped like domes just sitting by their lonesome, families that chose to live a more peaceful an isolated life away from the crazy communities that get formed. Getting away from the politics can always be nice, and living a life away from drama can really be something beautiful. The Namekian oddly enough found himself smiling as he travelled overhead thinking about this. When he ruled the World he figured it would be unwise to force people to be unhappy, happy people did happy things, spread positivity and progress. A sad world is a bad world, as he'd say. This was one of many tenants that Bass held that King Piccolo didn't. He just wanted to seize the reigns and didn't care what the world would look like and what he'd be holding onto all those tragedies later. A broken, caved in husk of it's former self. That's what. Letting out a sigh, he'd close his eyes and pinch his nose as he allowed the brisk winds to blow over him and blow around the bagginess of some of his clothing. Namely his tie that was blowing around his neck and sailing in the wind. Classic salaryman things- not really.
When he opened his eyes he found himself travelling into a new place. The Ox Kingdom, a region within the Southern Lands which is home to Mt. Frypan. It was a spectacle to behold, but more importantly was the villages that surrounded it and the many mines that had been formed around the central hub of industry. This was a decent enough place to check out. Bass took his hand and lightly tapped the front of the log with a light lean forward, shifting the trajectory from far off into the distance to right outside this little mining town. He got out of his seated position and got ready to kick off of the log at the last second so he didn't splat into the ground and got some force applied in the opposite direction. A thousand feet, seven fifty, five hundred, two fifty, one hundred, te- BOOM. At the last second Bass jumped from the log as it speared into some soft grass roughly two meters deep, sticking out like some kind of telephone pole. Brushing off his clothing and realigning his tie, he rolled both shoulders before yanking out the tree. The kicked up dirt filled back into the hole to make a rough brown patch surrounded by grass. It'd heal over in a week or so. It wasn't like serious destruction of land. Such as blowing up Mt. Frypan or something.
Immediately though once settled he'd look up towards the village and start moving towards it. Naturally given his rather exciting entry, people nervously started to gather around the entrance to the town to watch his approach. They looked weary which was natural, but what wasn't natural or expected was that they looked sick and warn down. Some of them had signs of clearly having been in the mines with black stains from coal and other materials on them or their clothes. Others held their stomachs and overall they just looked miserable. It almost made the Namekian furrow his brows. Why? Poor people, one sick person was fine but everyone here seemed to not be looking so good. Just about everyone anyways, letting the log fall to the ground to his side he continued to make his way forward. He'd grab it and head off when he went to leave. Getting closer some people stepped back, but dropping the massive log did a lot to defuse any tension that was building. The rest of the apprehension was just how strong he apparently was added with the fact that those that knew Demons, a lot higher in number when neighbouring a land of Demons, recognized him as a Demon Clan Namekian and naturally came to be worried. Though maybe that was the hidden trick of the weird clothing. The office attire fit with a pristine tie.
At the end of the day he worked the same nine to five as them, and had walked many miles in their shoes. At least in terms to dedication to the workweek. Actual mining wasn't really his career, but that would soon become something he'd walk a few miles in too. Closing the distance fully some people nervously greeted him and avoided any bodily contact likely trying not to get him sick. Looking about he'd raise a brow while responding to greetings before speaking up.
"Say, is something wrong here? You all don't look so good." In the tone of voice he used any last tension that rested within some folk defused, and one pushed through the crowd to behold Bass. He'd speak, likely some member of the village council.
"H-hi. Yes actually, you see... Most of us here in this little village work in the mines near the mountain but well, as you might have noticed a terrible sickness has been coming through this town. I'm worried you might catch it too, but if you are a Namekian perhaps you will be okay. We've been managing as best we could, but many are no longer fit to work until they recover and we're dwindling on medicines. We get our water from a local spring and only some of us are fit to make the journey as well. So... There are a lot of things wrong, actually." The elder said, hanging his head in a sort of solemn sadness. It wasn't something he wanted to admit, and what someone was about to call out was certainly something that pride could get in the way of.
"Uhm... Mister, do you think you could help us? You don't have to do too much. Just maybe if you could bring us some water for the village and get some herbs out in the forest we could handle the rest. I could even give you a list of medicinal herbs and what they look like to help with your search. Please?" She'd ask, looking up towards the much taller Namekian as she'd just spoken the words that every person in this forming circle around Bass wanted to speak.
He felt inclined to answer immediately and try to dispel their worry, but he knew it wasn't so simple. Any sort of word given was setting in stone an obligation that would have to be carried out. Partially opening his mouth he considered the thought for a fraction of a second that in his head was enough to piece it through. If he ruled the World, it's not like he could stop something so ambiguous and everywhere as sickness. Something that could tear apart communities and chaos misfortune such as this. If he was to cater to his more materialistic side, them being sick meant resources weren't being produced that were exported to build cities and construct technology. Hell, some day he planned to take the reigns of his office so hard that he'd make a training room of some kind to optimize his workout environment. These people did something really important, they weren't expendable and this was what they did. They were miners and he'd like to think they were proud of that; maybe they just did it because their parents did. It didn't matter, what mattered now was that they couldn't and everything was grinding to a halt. With a deep breath the Namekian answered much of the village at once, as people had been gathering to see what was going on.
"No half measures." He'd start, offering a warm and gentle smile. "If I'm going to help, I'm going to go all the way. I'll find your medicine, bring your water, work the mines to make up the deficit and ensure you're all well and cared for before I move on. I'll also after leaving inform neighbouring village doctors that if they are willing to make a trip this village could use them for a few days. Since I'll be here for most of the day between trips to get resources I'll share my name. You can all call me Bass." He mentioned. With his little dialogue many of the people seemed to have their spirits lifted if only slightly. It was hard to be hopeful even after seeing the display of power the Namekian had when you felt like you were going to keel over and die within the next week. He understood that, at least the feeling hopeless part. Getting sick was actually pretty rare for him considering most sicknesses on Earth were well, transmitted among Earthlings and their close relative species. With his physiology many bacteria just couldn't multiply using him as a vector, and so he had the well undervalued privilege of being sick almost never.
The village elder would speak up. "Thank you so much, Mr. Bass. If there is anything you need from us you can just ask and we'll try to help however we can while you're here. Though I'm afraid in the state much of us are in we can't do much, aha... I apologize..." He'd say, a bit shaky from being sick himself. With a couple added coughs he would begin to turn, using his staff as a pivot. "I wish you good luck, we all do young man." He'd state, many of the people agreeing. Though they would begin to retire from the gathering, going to their homes to go tuck themselves back in and cope with whatever sickness this was that was devastating them so much. In just a minute or so after answering some trivial questions asked by some kids on how he was so strong, the Namekian would be left to his devices to figure this all out. First he was asked to go visit that lady to get a list of medicinal ingredients needed for the proper treatments of the sickness around here. Though with how widespread it was he wasn't even sure if it was enough for the village. Maybe it was, but the possibility of the illness spreading the neighbouring villages was always possible. After all, this mountain was a centre for industry and with it's vastness it was not limited to any single village but rather many dotted over the area.
He would do that, naturally. Wandering through the place felled by sickness he was empathetic to those that walked passed him with a bit of a shuffle to their step and the occasional coughing fit. Especially when they were kids, if something surpasses all the universes balances of good and evil it is children. They are something special, the cornerstone of family and the future. Plus, many are so innocent that they don't even remotely deserve any amount of tragedy that would strike them. Walking through the cleared dirty path he'd find a small domed building about the size of a large tribal tent, glimmering white under the sun save for a couple of bird poop stains unfortunately. Unfortunately there are people that have to do work that trivial but gross. Walking into the small structure he looked around and appreciated the furnishings. A nice couch was at the right of the entrance and in front of it was a television with a really long antenna to catch the nearest stations broadcasting on Earth. He knocked on the side of the entrance to alert anyone that much be inside of his presence before making his way any further inside. Before he really could make much progress though the lady walked out and greeted him. "Hello Bass. So here's the list I was telling you about. We have the appropriate tools to diagnose the sickness and we think this combination of ingredients will synthesize a pill that is equipped with the right tools to fight off the infection. I know it's a lot to ask for, but it is necessary for our village. I am sorry for having to ask so much." She said, to which Bass accepted the list and responded.
"Really, don't worry about it. Helping others helps everyone, including the person offering the help. Everyone on Earth is connected in some way or another, the work you all do here helps facilitate changes around the entire world. I'm more than content taking on the workload, and I appreciate you having spoken up and asked for help. Being too nervous to ask something only turns to regret in hindsight. And who knows how much more serious this sickness could get, if anyone died what sort of person would that make me?" He said, offering a light smile. Taking the paper he neatly tucked it into one of his dress shirt chest pockets.
The lady just nodded and said, "Thank you." To which Bass responded with, "Anytime, you can count on me." And headed out with a wave. She really wasn't kidding when she said that list was long, but the first thing that was important he figured was actually getting the village some water to work from. Their stores had gotten dangerously low recently and it was necessary to extend the health of those suffering while he got all of the medicine's they needed. What could he transport it in? Plus they would have to purify it if they actually wanted to not make things worse. Boil the water to remove any bacteria inside of it. Hm... He asked around for what they used to collect water in the village, finding a bunch of buckets. No, that really wasn't going to work. He couldn't make fifteen trips back and forth, so instead he wondered how these people purified their water. And there sitting in the centre of the village was a massive cauldron sitting over a fireplace, likely they poured all the water into that and then purified the villages water for a while, covering it afterwards. Right now it was literally empty, a vast void space that should if the place was healthy be at least a third full. This thing was seriously huge, it likely wasn't used too much. He even noticed a spout on the side since obviously people couldn't get to the water without a mechanism, sort of like a massive cask. So one could imagine passerby's surprise when with just a little bit of effort he heaved the thing right off of the spot it was sitting at. This could be used just like his tree for shorter distances. Looking up into the sky, he pulled through it with a gust of exhaled breath in the force he exerted. This thing was heavy, way too heavy to throw like that tree. It'd still go far enough for him to find water at least, he'd figure.
Leaping after it he had to awkwardly grab onto the thing that was flipping head over heels, stabilize it and then drop inside and take a seat. Thankfully this thing was dry, since if it held a moist dampness Bass would be absolutely disgusted with himself for sitting in it. He just folded his arms for a few seconds before he figured he would've covered enough ground, lifting his head up to peer over the rim and look over the land. Sure enough he could see a sparkling pool of water that was just coming into view. In fact, there was actually a forest not too far from where he currently was. Though if he wanted to land remotely close to that water he'd need to change his trajectory and that was significantly easier said than done with the clunkier boiling cauldron. He jumped several times to send force downwards, and slowly but surely the thing started to rigidly readjust the angle it was moving at from neutral to downwards. As the world started to rapidly come into view Bass realized this thing was a bit too awkward to have a beautiful landing.
"Uh oh. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" He screamed as the ground raced towards him at terrifying speeds. It was all he could do but brace and duck into the cauldron before it thunked into the ground with a massive slam that shoot him and rattled him around the pot, making him lose his pressure balance. Tumbling around in the cauldron he rolled for a good fifty meters before being thrown out by the force, sailing twenty feet up into the air at an angle before coming down, making a skidmark in the dirt and scrunching his body up so his butt was stuck in the air. That was a mouthful of dirt and even worse. No! As he started to recover with exasperated groans he looked down to see his nice white dress shirt stained a solid lime green from the intensity of that grass stain. He was sore just about all over, though as his body began to gradually regenerate he felt a soothing wave pass over him before returning to some semblance of physical normality. Looking around after five or so seconds he saw the pot that had come to a stop after crashing against the second layer of trees at the cusp of that forest mentioned earlier. Jogging over he'd grab it and begin to haul it back towards the small lake. Getting to the side he dropped onto his back and stared up to the sky.
This was harder than he thought, seriously. He needed to take a breather, using that training equipment and carrying nearly a tonne of metal to make just about anyone fatigued. Well, anyone his tier. Closing his eyes he almost fell asleep before catching himself. People were counting on him. Sitting up he used the pot to pull himself up, it was bigger than him after all. Hauling it over right to the water he shouted. "FISHIES GO AWAY FROM HERE OR ELSE YOU'RE GOING TO GET BOILED!" Is what he announced before submerging the pot and... OH KAMI THAT WAS HEAVY!!!! As he grabbed the lip of the pot to lift it up, the force he had to exert was actually him going completely at it. Getting it over onto land, he recognized at his current power of strength there was no way he was going to get this back easy. Though he had to start somewhere. This would be the ultimate physical training after all. Something like this to push him to his limits was serious. Pulling the Cauldron he struggled to brace it with his back, but once he did he nearly took on the silhouette of Atlas himself. This was just how it was going to have to work. He was in the air for about fifteen seconds and going at the speed he was and angle he was likely... Going to have to walk like this for upwards of two hours back where he came from. That was just a reality he was going to have to endure.
So in work-out montage-like fashion the Namekian underwent his grand journey. Sweating bullets, each step a success after the last. He had to keep reaffirming himself that he could do this, cheeks inflating only to blow out large breaths of air as he tried to push himself further and control his breathing. Not even half an hour in his entire structure was shaking. Every bone in his body ached and his knees threatened to give out and have him hit the ground. The water weight added to this cauldron was serious, it must've been tons worth when considering the weight and size of the thing itself. Yet he had to keep pressing on, he had to keep making progress. If he gave up here he betrayed himself and let down countless people. What kind of ruler can't provide for their people? A weak one, he wasn't weak. He wouldn't let himself be weak. Letting out a shout to the elements as he struggled to move over a small rise in terrain he was a silhouette presented against the horizon of a glowing orange sun that just started to get into the evening in South Land. An hour in he felt like he just wanted to fall over and black out, keep going tomorrow. Though if he collapsed all that water would spill and he'd be absolutely useless to the people that relied on him. Carefully balancing his hold his fist came down and slammed his thigh with enough force to shake the area around him. "COME ON YOU WEAK BASTARD! YOU CAN DO THIS!" He then slammed his thigh again with another rumbling shake, as if trying to up a lawnmower or turn the ignition of a vehicle. To force himself to keep going.
The sun continued to set as he travelled one step at a time and soon he could see the town in the distance. There was the finish line you weak bastard. If you just call it there you could take a breather, but you HAD TO MAKE IT. Letting out another roar his voice carried over the lands, his grunts echoing across the empty fields glowing under the setting sun transitioning into night. Shouting again, spit flew out to the ground as he kept egging himself on. Kept riling himself up and kept kicking himself into overdrive when many others in his shoes might've given up just after starting. "YOU'RE NOT EVEN WORTH THE NAME BASS, YOU'D BE BETTER OFF BEING CALLED DIRT. BECAUSE THAT'S ALL YOU ARE IF YOU GIVE UP RIGHT NOW YOU DUMB BASTARD!!!!!! COME ON, GO! GO! GO!" He shouted into the empty night, growling under the weight of the cauldron pressing mercilessly down on his back and shoulders with his palms helping raise it some. His breathing was getting ragged, and as he began to cross into the final stretch of the journey he looked absolutely devastated. Each step was literally an insurmountable mountain looking down and challenging him to take it on. Each step made his entire body scream for him to stop. Each step felt like he might actually die, his heart might give out on him or a bone would break.
He shouted again. "IF YOU STOP ON ME NOW BODY I'M GOING TO MAKE SURE YOU NEVER WALK AGAIN! I'M GOING TO BUST BOTH YOUR KNEES AND FORCE YOU INTO A WHEELCHAIR FOR THE REST OF YOUR MISERABLE DAMN LIFE! YOU'RE A STAIN ON THE UNIVERSE, A RAT AMONG THE COSMOS, AN SPECK OF DIRT IN THE GRAND SCHEME OF THING! IF YOU CAN'T DO THIS HOW ARE YOU GOING TO DO ANYTHING YOU WANT TO DO!? FORWARD! FORWARD! FOORWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARD!" He shouted, conquering step after step. A vicious aura radiated off of the Namekian, something uncanny and otherworldly. A willpower held by so very few on this Earth. A drive to go forward to a goal so seemingly shallow. Where did that willpower come from? An empty dream leaves little for ambition, just what was it that pushed him so far? That made him charge so far forward when others realized or accepted that their dreams were unattainable. Was it a desire to prove his own insignificance wrong? Was there something more to 'ruling' than the statement itself implied? Or was it just to make a wave on the world and not go down just having been Goon #8008. Who knows, he still doesn't.
Yet when he got to the village all that bravado was faded. He was a husk carrying that pot, his energy being too gone and mute to even utter another word. He just shifted forward, shambling with one firm step at a time. Lights flicked on in the domes as people walked to their windows and watched in awe as the Namekian brought enough water to last them for three weeks if they were careful about keeping it in proper conditions. Plenty of time to be there for the entirety they were unable to get it themselves. The fire pit got closer and closer, becoming larger and large as the blurry mass dominated more and more of the Namekian's fading vision. He was on the cusp of literally blacking out while still moving. His vision almost faded entirely with each step, his muscles had gone beyond feeling to simply grinding with each step and he didn't even fully consciously know where he was anymore. He was just on autopilot. He needed to do this.
He needed to make this right. As his foot came to the step of the fire pit, the village besides those sleeping had gathered behind him. With a massive thud the cauldron was set back into the holding brace just above the pit. Though before anyone could get a word in edge-wise, the Namekian was collapsed on the ground and unconscious. Covered in stains, with cuts and rashes over his body from the intense friction for having been holding that cauldron up with that much weight for so long. Namely over his palms and back. He had made that step of the journey and was carried off to someones house to recover. The people exchanged looks among one another and muttered their thoughts, having just seen something amazing.
The next thing Bass saw was a ceiling and the blue sky streaming god-rays through a window along the dome-like structure of that ladies house. He must've been in a guest room, his memory of the last part of the previous day hazy to say the least. It was seriously hard to recall the details. He got the water right? Before he could even sit up he for one felt a shooting pain throughout his entire body that was almost paralyzing, and two the lady walked by the room and looked in to notice that he had woken up. She shouted over, "Don't move yet! Wait a second!" Before quickly going to finish what she was doing in order to hurry to Bass's side. Crouching down next to the bed she'd speak to him for a moment more as he tilted his head to listen.
"You came in here last night and passed out after bringing the water. What you did was amazing, we'll have enough water for weeks, Mister Bass. Though you can't move yet, you need to recover first. I don't even know how you carried that to begin with, let alone carried it for as long as you did. Where did you get the water? It's normally an hour or so journey from the village?" She said questioningly. Bass just raised a brow and then furrowed his brow again to think about that. He did move slower for a lot of the journey, but did that account for an entire extra hour? He... Actually might've missed the closest source of water. He was flying pretty fast after all in the cauldron as he went out. He... Took on an embarrassed flush of features as he responded.
"I might've overshot." His voice came out, a croak of it's normal power with how broken and ragged it was from his screaming and shouting to keep himself riled up, focus and conscious for that entire trek. The woman spoke. "You need to stay here for at least a few more hours before you do anything else. Just rest, I'll get you some of the water you fetched; you need it and there's plenty to go around. You can call me Isey, Mr. Bass." She would say with a smile, giving him a pat on the wrist before heading out to get his water. Bass reached out for a moment, not really sure what he wanted to say while making a sound. She turned back. "Hm?" Raising a brow.
Bass eventually croaked out against every fibre in his body, glancing away from her. "Thanks."
Isey gave him a smile, nodding and saying "You've more than earned it." before making her way out to get him some water. In five or so minutes she'd come back with a jug of pure water and set it up on a stand, filling a paper cup that she'd set on the stand next to where Bass was resting. To her surprise, in the short time she was gone the giant Namekian had already fallen back asleep. He was seriously exhausted, having undertaken the workout of his life. It was the first of many to come no doubt. Though for now she just gave a warm smile and set the water down to be there for him when he woke up again at a later point. A whole five hours would pass again before the eyes of the Namekian slowly lifted, this time with less confusion of where he was. He didn't ache quite as much, but it was still sore to more. Shifting in the bed he twisted himself about to sit on the edge of the bed only to see the cup of water sitting there quietly.
Reaching for it quickly, he gulped it down having been incredibly dehydrated; especially for a Namekian. As it rushed into his body it felt like he was rejuvenated slightly, like a wave of life had been given to him once more. Since it quite literally had, but the feeling of refreshment after being incredibly thirsty really was something underappreciated. After he was finished he carefully stood up with the cup in his hand and looked over the room. It was fairly barebones save for the bed, a nightstand and a dresser. Definitely just meant for resting and such. Looking down though now that he was fully awake, he realized that he was shirtless. Just wearing his slightly stained dress pants. Raising a brow, he walked towards the exit of the room and called out. "Helloooo? Icey?!"
Silence for a few moments before a shout came back, "Coming!" Sure enough, after a few moments she walked around the corner to see the Namekian shirtless and she almost stopped in her tracks before chuckling nervously. "Ahahaha! Oh right! Sorry, I took the liberty of washing the clothes that uhm... Were really dirty. I didn't wash your pants since obviously that would be really weird to take off your pants." She said, blushing red and rubbing the back of her head. "Anyways I'll go get them be right back!"
Bass swore he'd never seen a Human skedaddle that fast before. She practically zipped around a corner and out of sight and was nowhere to be seen. Making himself at home he made his way into the main room, looking over the kitchen and appliances that had Capsule Corp branding written all over them. At least some of them. Taking a seat at a table he'd lean back and stretch his spine a bit, sighing in relief. He felt really tense after staying still for so long post workout. Though saying he wasn't sore anymore was a massive understatement, but this wasn't even remotely bad as the previous days trek. About ten minutes later and Icey walked back into the building, having gotten Bass's hang-dried clothes from one of the public lines from within the village. She saw him shirtless again and practically threw them at him. "Get dressed!" She shouted, before slamming the door and going back out to do something for a bit. A little confused, he just let out an, "Uuuuuuuuh..." in confusion before dawning his training equipment and his dress shirt. Carefully sitting back he expertly tied his tie, making a Windsor knot in under five seconds. It was professional routine, what could he say. Another five minutes passed before she came in with another batch of clothes. This stuff probably her own.
Looking his way she was relieved that he didn't look like some blue barbarian anymore. "Good. So uhm. Mr. Bass, you've done plenty for the village already. If you want to go you can, it looked like yesterday really tired you out." Though immediately she got the same stubborn response he gave yesterday.
"No half measures. If I'm going to do this, I'm going to do it right and I'm not going to leave ends untied. I have that list, it should be a lot easier to get those things. How much should I get?" He asked, to which Icey raised a brow. "Oooh... A handful of each should be good for the village. We have a Capsule Corp thingy-ma-bobber that turns the raw plants into synthesized pills super fast and I think that should be enough to cover the village. Thanks for sticking with us." She said, giving him a smile.
With a nod he'd stand up. "Of course, I meant what I said yesterday. Anyways, if I'm going to have everything done by tonight I should probably get out there. I'll see you and everyone else soon with the herbs." He'd shout before jogging out before she had a time to properly respond. So instead she just shouted. "Be safe! And don't overwork yourself!" Maybe there was wisdom in her words, but he was a serious meathead. This wasn't really something that would lead to physical exhaustion though. He'd just have to go back to that forest and gather some plants. That is until he looked at the note again. At the bottom scribbled was a 'beware of scary monster' with a really terrible angry looking blobby stick figure with sharp claws. Maybe he could deal with that as well to help the village people stay safe on future trips to gather herbs, albeit that was much rarer than water trips. Still.
Going outside of the village he picked up his log, hoisting it up and launching it into the air. Leaping after it he found himself catching up to it faster than normal despite his soreness. Perhaps the fruits of his labour were really paying off. Needless to say with the aerodynamics and speed this thing allowed and his preexisting knowledge of the location of this forest he was there in five seconds flat, leaping off as the log came crashing down just shy of the forests edge. It wasn't a dense forest by any means, just a bunch of tall trees spaced at most ten meters apart and at the least six meters apart. More of a light forest than a jungle thicket. Taking out his list he appreciated that the plants were drawn well at least. It wasn't hard to spot them as he went about as well. One of these, two of those. A bush of those ones and some of some other ones. He was quickly racking up the herbs that needed to be acquired, holding them carefully in his left hand. Maybe he could've brought a basket, but it wasn't too huge of a deal. Partway through his trip he'd start to feel the ground shaking however. He'd also see the canopy rustling just about as far as he could see as a silhouette began to become visible throughout the trees.
That wasn't a 'monster' monster, that was literally a dinosaur. Not public enemy number one Ihsoy, but another one nonetheless. Just not of the same calibre. Squinting towards it he carefully set down the herbs and hoisted a tree from its roots, root system and all. Bringing it up he just waited... Waited... The shaking got more intense and rampant as the monster got closer before eventually it was within swinging range. Bringing the massive tree down there was an almost comical 'DONK' as it donked against the dinosaurs head and sent it flopping to the side with it's tongue out, killed right then and there. He could probably take this thing back with him now that he thought about it. That would be a good village meal. He appreciated his quick thinking. The tongue of the dinosaur was flopped out and it's eyes were X'd out. Bleh.
Grabbing it by the tail he dragged it in one hand and carried the herbs in his other. Once he got to his log he shifted the herbs to pin against the dinosaurs tail and lifted the log up to hurl it. Leaping after it he was slowed down by a massive tyrannosaurus rex in one hand but ultimately he landed with two feet and secured his spot on it by wrapping his legs around it. He needed to shoot a bit higher to go a bit further, since the dinosaur would create a lot more drag and air resistance. Though even that didn't seem to be enough when he accommodated for the weight of it. Hm... He'd need to improvise. With quick thinking he moved the herbs to his now free hand and tossed the dinosaur and caught it again further down the tail. Then his arm stretched and stretched with his Namekian Physiology and he'd begin to spin it and the dinosaur over his head like a helicopter blade. "HELICOPTER SPECIAL!!!!!" He shouted, getting the additional air needed to make his way back to the village. He'd crash down around where he did the first time, using the dinosaur to not crash too hard. Bouncing off the giant things body he landed on his body about fifteen meters away and began dragging it into the village. Once again a crowd started to form around him and they were starting to become more hopeful. They'd be able to have a feast tonight and medicine to fuel their appetite for it. Some cheered and clapped their hands while others just smiled and shouted to alert others that Bass had come back with food and the herbs.
Walking forward to the town square, Icey came out of her dome to take the herbs from Bass. She'd speak up, looking them all over. "Oh kami thank you so much, these all look to be the right herbs and you even defeated the monster in the forest! You're the best thing that has happened to this village in a long time!" In her excitement she moved forward to hug Bass. Standing there he just... Looked forward and passed her. What did he... Do... Here? Raising his right arm up he gently patted her shoulder, which reminded her of what she was doing. Pulling back she stammered through a blush. "S-sorry I was just so happy." She'd say, smiling and wiping a tear from her eye with her index finger.
"I understand, I'm just glad I can be helping. You should get those turned into medicine as soon as possible. It looks like you all have a lot to eat tonight, need to have gotten your appetites back." He said with a chuckle. Icey responded an quickly hurried off to make the medicine. "Oh! Yes, of course. Be right back everyone! I visit everyone to give them some pills in ten minutes or so. Sit tight!" She said, running back off to her dome to use the Capsule Corp machine. Just standing there, Bass still thought back to the hug. It felt really nice to help people out, like it was for more than just to be ruling a healthy and happy world. He really didn't make full sense of it, he was used to being a dick to compensate for his empathy.
The villagers had mostly returned to being happy even if some of them felt miserable still. They knew they wouldn't feel any worse and it was just uphill from there. Just better days ahead. Plus they had a giant feast to look forward to, a massive roast dinosaur. The rest of the day would be spent with Bass within the mines making up the deficit that had been building up over the passed several days based on the workers being vacant. Steadily mining and returning load after load of resources to be taken by merchants that came to collect shipments of the stuff. With cooperation by the end of the day the ore had all been compensated for and they'd even had a little bit of a surplus so they could take their time recovering. The village was saved.
As he left, Icey shouted as he sailed away. "Come visit soon!" He smiled, sailing into the night sky.
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So that's what brought Bass to the present moment. A beautiful, amazing and almost tearjerking moment where the entire village and even him held hands together in a large circle in front of the roasted dinosaur, giving a song to the world to celebrate this victory over tough times. While Bass didn't sing, he felt his chest lifting from the warmth from all these people and the glow of the night contrasted by the flickering flames. He was the village hero, these people didn't see him as a Demon. They saw him as Bass, the Hero of Pan Village. He liked that.