Post by Metal Sickle on May 4, 2019 15:20:42 GMT
"Sickle wants to adorn his bone throne with your torso!"
| "What the hell? Why would one of the Dragon Balls be down here?" The gigantic changeling would whisper to himself, his eyes flitting from inspecting the small device below him to the areas around him. He was set up in some sort of marketplace it seemed, numerous Namekians surrounding him in the caverns of this hidden little port city, all wearing exotic clothes and doing odd things such as eating foods they bought and consuming major product. Everything screamed everything BUT Namekian. "Where the hell even am I... I entered those cave system entrances back there in the first twist which was above ground... then I made my way through the tunnels after seeing their weird pickle-shaped space ships... Ugh this entire freaking planet is one big confusing mess." As Sickle would say this to himself, visibly stupified to those around, someone unknown to the Frost Demon would slide up to him, a cheeky Namekian with a large black trench coat peddling in wares that likely shouldn't be peddled in at all. Why Namekians needed watches for a planet with no night time was beyond Sickle and he decided to try and ignore the man, before the Namekian began to speak to him with a rather firm, but smooth voice. Commanding yet friendly. Sickle knew of this trick, but he was still oddly drug to the vision of the green-skinned salesman. "I see you're a bit lost, member of the PTO. Allow me to offer my services to you." He would say with a sly, dodgy look about him. He would glide his hand up with a twisting motion, beckoning the Changeling to follow him as they made their way away from the prying eyes of everyone else in the area, being difficult when Sickle was taller than most houses. After they managed to find themselves in an alleyway, and after many looks at the corners and exits of the alleyway from all sides by his green-skinned friend, Sickle finally got to see what was so precious to the man that he had to hide alongside it inside of an enclosed are. The Namekian had opened his trench coat to show what Sickle at first thought to be a book of sorts, but turned out to be a crudely made pamphlet map of the area. As he reached to pull it out, he began to snicker rather intensely, before returning his eyes to Sickle and stating rather boldly, "That will cost you twelve thousand Zeni". Sickle just stood there, perfect in time. Frozen for a moment as he composed himself and figured out what he was going to do next. It took everything in him to not just start murdering everyone around him and he definitely didn't need anything bad happening today. So he thrusted his hand into the Namekian's neck, lifted him from the ground, and proceeded to repeatedly smash the body of the green-skinned conman into both of the walls around them, crushing and smushing bones with each hit, damaging them further and further before he would stop. Both walls had body impressions in them, and purple blood stains everywhere. The Namekian now on the ground was crying, gripping his twisted up legs and torso area, distraught and in serious pain. He was likely not assuming the Changeling to be so violent, which was in and of itself an idiotic move to assume from any Changeling you meet, but for Sickle to act this way was unbefitting of his class and superiority over a cur such as this. "Alright, bucko. Listen up and listen good. I wont repeat myself, I won't explain, I won't divulge information past my breaking point and if you make me angry I'll crush your skull so quick and fast the entirety of your body is going to explode in a purple mist for your brothers and sisters to scrape from the walls with shovels." Sickle would say coldly as he crouched down to stare at the Namekian, nodding along through all of the pain and tears. "Good, now listen. I am looking for a Dragon Ball. I know you know what they are, considering your whole filthy species is built off of their existence. You remember everything from your past lives, I know that, so don't play dumb. Tell me the truth and tell me it quickly, where in this god forsaken area of the underground is the fucking Dragon Ball?" Sickle would finish, spitting venom with each word he released. The Namekian understood immediately, going to speak before steeling himself, and trying again. "Y-Yes sir. I am sorry sir, I was unaware of the PTOs wishes to gather the orbs." He would apologize before hushing up at the concept of saying words SIckle had not asked for. "The only one I can think of off the top of my head is one located in the west-south area of the town, just here on the map." The alien would say, marking a spot on the map and handing it frantically to the Changeling. Sickle would look down at the map and see everything that he needed, and with a quick grace, he would stand up, looking down at his Dragon Radar and saw it matching the area where this Namekian claimed to know where the ball was. As his way of saying thank you, Sickle quickly grabbed the shattered remains of the legs on the namekian and tore them both off, causing the alien to scream violently as he bled out on the floor. Sickle smirking as he committed the murder in cold blood, just taking it all in. "That's for saying West-South. It's South-West dumbass. Regrow your limbs and fuck off." And with that, he started walking towards to where the Dragon Ball was supposed to be, hoping that maybe he would get lucky and find it alone and free to take with needing to commit any more murders today. He already had a few slayings under his belt, but today was just outrageous. |
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