Post by Metal Sickle on May 5, 2019 15:10:23 GMT
"Sickle wants to adorn his bone throne with your torso!"
| The Changeling in his second form stood silent on the ridge that overlooked the open plains, his burning blue eyes watching the entrance of the cave systems with a serious tone to his face. His Ki lower at first as to not draw attention to himself as he watched the aliens enter and leave the caves wearing similar clothing and all seemingly from the same clan. He sat patient until he watched the entrance become clear. Sneaking his way in and trying his best to not be noticed, the Changeling abused his sensing to its maximum as he wandered from cave to cave, tunnel to tunnel as he followed the directions to where his supposed to be partner would be. Lord Soleo was his name. After hours and hours of interrogations he did on the Namekians all across the planet, he discovered more and more about the Namekian in question. A self-proclaimed king and despot monarch to his few family members, he held himself to an esteem not unlike Sickle's race themselves. Royalty being their gimmick as they believed what they wanted to about themselves, considering their exponential birth power levels made it hard on other species to tell them what they can and cannot self proclaim. However, that was not the case with this particular Namekian. He was the runt of his clan according to the legends and stories Sickle was told. This figure the weakest and most brittle, yet extremely tactically smart. However, what he failed to realize in his times is that those with power tend to be the ones who rise to the top to challenge those who have no power but great minds. Despite what one would wish to say, brains cannot match brawn if there is merely too much brawn for the brains to match. As Sickle would turn his final corner, the one that should lead him directly into the area where his contact would be, his eyes would widen as he looked into a cavernous region of the underground with a far larger and more beautiful aesthetic than the rest of the Demon Clan's abodes and homes. Magnificent glowing branches of Ajisa wood reaching from roof top to roof top, the main room reaching upwards of sixty feet high and a few hundred feet in width and length. Doorway holes going from room to room, matching the description of the previous. Beautifully carved furniture with food for days, their different rooms filled with art and decorations that would put human millionaires to shame. It was all so weird to the Changeling, witnessing what was essentially the opposite of all Namekian values on their home planet, just below the surface. As Sickle would finally locate the door to the main study room, where the papers he received stated he would need to go to initiate a talk with the don of this operation, Sickle would find himself pushing open the doors, crouching down and crawling into the room through the tiny door and come face to face with the green skinned man before him. "So, you must be the Frost Demon everyone is calling Sickle. You know, my contacts refer to you as 'Skull Crusher'. I assume this is deriving from your... 'odd' way of dealing with your opposition." Soleo would state calmly, his hands folded on his mahogany desk. Sickle could see countless knick-knacks on the surface of the desk, ranging from odd Earth toys to intricate artwork carved from expensive woods and gems. Lining the walls of the small office were book cases with books, scrolls, and stacked parchment papers, as well as a couch with ample size to fit the giant on it. "Go ahead, take a seat. I do not wish you any harm. In fact, judging from the fact that you're here to begin with, that means you have what I want, and I have something you want." Soleo would state, pointing towards the couch with a small smirk on his face. Oh, how Sickle wanted to just cave in his nose and shatter every single bone in the little green man's body. "Ah, yes. You do happen to have something I desire." Sickle would respond, taking his seat, making sure to radiate casual energy, his Ki burning around him as he sat down. The weight of his body causing the couch legs to crush down into the flooring, dropping it down a few inches, before stopping and the couch legs shattering, barely staying solid on the floor. "See, I went through a lot to gather that dragon ball, and as you likely know, I already had two other ones as well, meaning I know have three of the seven dragon balls. This means that if you really expect anything of importance to get done you're either going to request of me to get you the remaining Dragon Balls from the Dragon Clan, or you have already managed to do so and you simply need mine." Sickle would deduce, his arms folding and his mouth place sliding up to cover his mouth. "If I am correct about the first one, you are shit out of luck. I am not about to go fighting the stupid Dragon Clan. You guys are the ones at war, not me. I just want to do whatever the hell I please for as long as I please." Sickle would finish, waiting for the Namekian to respond. "Ah, I see... Well, you see, I was hoping the former would be probable, but seeing as your foresight told you no, I will accept just adding your dragon balls to my collection and paying you for them." Soleo would say, walking behind his desk and pulling back a book, watching as the bookcase would slide out of the way and show a great shrine to the dragon balls, each one owning a pedestal with their specific number on it. "You see, my dragon ball is currently on its way here as we speak, but if you place yours right here, we can have you being paid and leave at any moment!" He would end his speech without looking at Sickle, but rather just admiring the handiwork of the craftsmenship of the mantle to the Dragon Balls. Sickle would rise from his seat, stepping onto the surface of the desk with his foot and sliding it back against the ground with an extreme force, crushing the Namekian warlord by the waist and trapping him against the wall. Sickle's eyes cold and heartless, saddened that he would need to actually look for the dragon ball this man possessed. He would not fail at his trickery, and after demanding the location of the ball from the green alien, he would twist its neck with a crunch, before leaving after stealing the entire shrine to the Dragon Balls, just packing the wooden carved dragon ball shrine with him as he left the caves, on his way to look for this man's hidden dragon ball. It will be his... He just has to find it first. |
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