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He has returned . . .
Topic Started: Apr 14 2009, 11:07 PM (133 Views)
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Majin Rosecrantz; that was his name for the moment. An unholy look in his eyes
pierced the darkness of his dressing room, red beady eyes and a slasher's smile. The compartment in his chest creaked open and a cold wind blew out the only candle lighting the room. The only thing left illuminating the tiny prison was blue stylized M on the Android's forehead and the orange luminescence of the Dragon Ball that floated out of its confinement and hovered in front of him. Seven Stars.

Do it! Wish him back!

He could hear the wizard's voice in his head, mixed with the carnival music and Shakespearean lore. A circle of chaos.

Wish that monkey back!

" Bring back the-- "

I swear to the Kais if you wish back the wrong monkey, I'll -- VEGA! HIS NAME IS VEGA!

" . . . Bring back the monkey known as -- "

. . .

. . .

I hate Androids with a sense of humor. VEGA! BRING HIM --


" Vega. "

The Majin overlord's voice went dead on the other line as the orb swirled in a rhythmic circular pattern before illuminating. Orange washed over the room, creeping out from underneath the door frame.

Vega had returned.

[ Seven Star Dragon Ball -> Vega. ]
Edited by Rosencrantz, Apr 14 2009, 11:15 PM.
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A blinding light filled the room; illuminating the shadowy dressing room. The sudden burst of light heralded the arrival of a being that did not belong in this world; a being that had, in fact, been forcibly removed from its existence. As his form, evidently composed of the light particles that had suddenly formed, was created the clown would see it as a flawless recreation: there wasn't a scratch on him. The items he had taken with him to the afterlife -- and taken back from it -- were perfectly reconstructed; he had been reborn.

Appearing in the center of the room, hovering, Vega touched down to the ground gently. As his form was finalized, the burst of light fell. Landing upon the ground, the darkness that had graced the room returned; cloaking both the Android and the Half-Saiyan. Looking toward the person that had brought him back, Vega tilted his head; somewhat puzzled. Seeing the characteristic "M", indicative of Bwy's doing, Vega smiled.

" I have a feeling we're going to be on much better terms, now. "
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" You had better hope so, monkey. "

He spat the last word with such vehemence that it was a small miracle the thought of reviving Vega had even crossed the mind of the fur-ball floating through the room. Judging by how he was smoothing down his fur and fixing the golden crown that sat atop his head, it was easy to tell that Bwy had come from a great distance to be there for the wish, just missing the actual resurrection by a few short seconds.

Nevertheless, the four of them needed this . . . this little meeting, of sorts, so as to suss out the chain of command. " For I'd hate to be wasteful of these wishes. "

And yes, there were four of them in the room. Hard to notice wasn't something one would often say about the majin known to the world as Falstaff, not with his great big gut, the pink skin, and the two small, leathery, purple wings that he often sported on his upper back. But the Falstaff that had entered with Bumblebwy was a changed being.

No longer did he look like an overstuffed toy better suited to a life of being a child's plaything. With a skin tone the color of ash and cinder, a few hints of a pink shade underlying some portions of his flesh, mostly around the sunken holes in his face that used to be his eyes, this new and improved version looked like he had spent the last couple hundred years chain smoking thirty packs a day. Less bubble gum, more demon. Even his voice, when he actually spoke, came out as though he either had throat cancer or had been swallowing razor blades instead of Sweet Tarts all of his life. One thing, however, never changed. Removing a cookie from a piece of paper wrap which he let drift to the floor, the majin took a large bite of his treat, swallowing the portion without chewing it.

" Waste not, want not, " the once-fatter half of the duo spoke, already taking another bite. " Nice to see you back among the living, Vega. "
Edited by falstaff, Apr 16 2009, 06:33 PM.
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| No EXP for any of these, either. |
Edited by falstaff, Apr 16 2009, 06:43 PM.
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He had seen better days. Well, not really. Being brought back to life was a pretty good day by anyone's stretch, but getting beaten around by the person who had revived you? Not so much. Punches hurt a lot more when you were alive, anyway. Coming back in through that massive hole the Android and Half-Saiyan's scuffle had torn in the wall, Vega wiped some blood off of his lip, looking toward the puppetmaster pulling the strings.

" Nice to be here, Bumblebwy. Glad to hear you hadn't forgot about your dear old friend. Oh, and that pesky million zenni you owed me? I guess we can call it square, now. "

Looking toward the Android, who was now sporting his glasses, Vega smirked; glaring toward the mechanical monster.

" Although, you could have said something before he started beating the shit out of me. "

For Bwy's sake, and his own, he hoped that the cat knew he what he was doing. He had faith in Bwy's practices, but still . . . This clown was strong. Even for Bwy's tricks.

" You wanna tell him to give me my shades back, yet? "
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The knowing grin that parted the cat's lips was just the one he used when getting under Vega's skin was a top priority. For a moment, swaying back in forth there in the air, hands clapsed behind his tiny back, his tail thoughtfully swishing from side to side, it appeared as if he was thinking of tell Rosencrantz to play nice with their new friend. Instead, he waved the last comment off. " Eat me. "

Falstaff looked up from the cookie wrapper under his foot, already having tossed the final crumb into his mouth.

" Not you, " the cat groaned, rubbing his forehead. Dealing with these three children was going to be a pain, he could already tell. One was bad enough. Adding Vega to the mix on Namek had been short lived, for which he was almost thankful. Then Rosencrantz had come but had gone almost as fast. Now . . . now he had to deal with all of them. Magic for the robot, faithful obedience from the wad of spit out gum, and a commanding, fearful respect from Vega. The last was earned through making Rosencrantz kick his ass. " You don't get to eat anyone unless I say so, you got that? "

Falstaff didn't appear to hear Bumblebwy or he didn't care.
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Respect? Fear? Bwy would find neither, and he knew it. Vega would die sooner than show any fear before the cat or his majin accomplices. However, equaling their debt was Vega's way of saying that the cat was square with him. That he was grateful. That he wouldn't declaw him with a pair of needlenose pliers.

" So, back on Earth. What's happened since I've been away? "

Vega dusted his clothes off, trying not ruin the clothes that were just so painfully restored by magic. Mumbling, he spoke under his breath as he tried to clean his clothes.

" Swear, back five minutes . . . "
Edited by Vega, Apr 16 2009, 07:51 PM.
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" I ate a monk, " Falstaff said conversationally, not at all looking at Vega while responding to his question about the events happening on Earth. While not as backwater as Namek had been, the blue and green sphere of life did not boast much of anything in terms of entertainment outside of the tournament that was being held on its surface. Maybe the new Falstaff was jaded. The old one seemed to have been enjoying himself before Miccah triggered a dramatic chance in not only his physiology, but his psychological state as well.

" A chipmunk? "

" Shaolin. "

Well, that certainly cleared things up. " You were talking about that for a while, weren't you? You weren't? Really? Oh, well, uh, s'cool. What possessed you to do that? Read an ad in Rachel Ray? "

For example, old Falstaff would have never eaten his friends. New Falstaff viewed those misfits that had glomped onto him and held tight as nothing more than a decent meal. Han had even provided seconds he was so large.

Old Falstaff would have been happy to sit and watch the exchange between Bumblebwy, Rosencrantz, and Vega, though the conversational end on the android's behalf was sorely lacking. Possibly due to Bwy's spell? New Falstaff was much more interested in 'crantz. True, his desire stemmed from an irresistible urge to copy his mannerisms, his inflections, the way he moved because it had been something ingrained in the majin since his birth, but that did not mean Falstaff didn't enjoy his craft. Bwy could shift his shape to become anything he wanted, but the cat couldn't act worth a damn. Falstaff couldn't make himself look like anyone, but he could fake their voice, how they carried themselves, and even, to some extent, was able to mimic the moves they performed in combat if he saw them enough times.

" It was a phase. I'm over it. " The gray figure waved a hand in the dark, like that explained it all, dismissing any further comments about his dietary habits.

Since the monastery hadn't believed in the miracle that was cable television, the majin had missed out on all the fights of the Invitational save the few he took part in, losing any chance to glean information about the 'droid from afar. Up close worked just as well. Falstaff crouched down, resting his upper arms on his knees, resolving to keep a keen eye on Rosencrantz until he could figure the machine out.

Shaking his head at that, Bwy floated in on Vega, grabbing the puff collar of his jacket and adjusted it in a friendly manner. Pressing one claw to a wrinkle and exerting an insubstantial amount of magical influence on it, he was able to coax the fabric into laying neatly over the half-breed's chest, effectively smoothing it without an iron. He then shifted around, wrapping one tiny arm over half of one of Vega's shoulders.

" Nothing to worry your pretty little head about. We've been taking care of things. Keeping an eye on that cretin that killed you. Huh? Good friends, right? We look out for each other. But, uh. We're curious about what went on up ther-- " He paused, searching the face of the recently deceased, trying to feel him out. " Down bel-- " a-HEM! " In the Afterlife. Were there people? Were there women? Were there . . . riches? Forget the others, just answer the last one. "
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Vega grinned ear-to-ear; a malicious grin. He too was somewhat surprised at Rosencrantz's stoicism. What surprised him even more, however, were the mannerisms of the Majin. He ate someone? Like, ate, ate? The prospect disgusted him. What's more, it made him much more cautious around the big oaf. He was getting . . . darker. He looked sick. He was thinner. Evil . . . er. Grayer. Wait, what was that last one? The pink guy had a tan. Vega remembered that look, it was the same look he had had during the tournament. What the hell was wrong with the demon?

Back to his grin. Bwy's curiosity meant something, it meant he had an angle to play.

" Well, gee, I'd love to answer your questions, bud, but Falstaff looks sick. Don't you think you should go take care of that? "

He was somewhat concerned with the well-being of the Majin, but he was more concerned with making Bwy nervous. If the cat played into his little hand, if he really was interested in the goings on of the world beyond this place, that meant Vega had a way of keeping him around. And, after all, life was much more fun when Bumblebwy, Falstaff & co. were around.
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