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1 Star ball || Piccolo [in person]

[ Piccolo grunted as he sat up from his place on the ground. Wait...He shouldn't be sleeping! He was supposed to be finishing off that little brat Goku! Could this be another trick by Kami?! Piccolo frantically looked at his surroundings. He didn't seem to be in any sort of bottle...or rice cooker for that matter. It was just a pretty regular looking room, it did seem deserted and in rather poor upkeep. Like that mattered to Piccolo. In a mindless fit of rage he sent a blast at an old bedside table completely annihilating it]

DAMMIT KAMI! WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU?! HOW DARE YOU DO THIS TO ME! YOU'RE ONLY PROLONGING THE INEVITABLE! I WILL KILL THAT BOY AND TAKE MY PLACE AS RULER OF THE WORLD!

[Something didn't quite feel right, he could usually at least sense Kami regardless of being sealed away or transported or whatever trick he had done. Either way it did make him feel quite a bit better to get that off his chest, but no where near better enough. He then proceeded to storm out of the room pulling the door clean off it's hinges and then trowing it into a wall leaving a rather large crater and then blasting that into oblivion as well. He will probably continue his tantrum until someone or something distracts him]

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[Piccolo accepts the hand this time... well after a few hit-n-misses. He gets up, practically pulling Jack down with him (he is a rather heavy guy after all) and stumbles to his feet, swaying quite a bit]

So I'ma pirate then? A'ite I guess dat ain'so bad...

[Jack's smile gets a little bigger. Despite that Piccolo was huge compared to Jack's small but agile frame, he didn't really seem all that intimidated. The ice was broken and a possibility of gaining a very big and powerful ally never hurt. Piccolo gained too. He gained a very crafty, tricky rogue that wouldn't hesitate to defend what was his and right now, a great camaraderie was something worth fighting for.]

Very good, Mr. Piccolo! A fine first mate you'll be! No one crosses the likes of us and gets away with it, eh?

[Now Jack you might want to work on getting him to remember that he agreed to pirating once he was sober again]

'cours'not. Nobuddy shtands in da way of d'heir of Piccolo Daimao's powers...[*hic*] and stuff.

[Ah, alcohol, the elixir of truth and it's cheap. He'll find a way.]

Exactly right, my large, green friend! Now, let's find that exit!

[Of course, he tries his compass again only to find that it's spinning wildly in a circle and closes it with a grimace before his smile returns.]

Onward to glory!!

[Piccolo takes note of the compass and quickly swipes it from Jack]

'The hell's dis thing?

[he shakes it and holds it up to his ear]

[Jack tries to get it back only to have his arms not quite reach. Being small certainly was his greatest disadvantage in dealing with height issues.]

That's a compass....only it's not working right at the moment.

[He tries not to look nervous and hopes that Piccolo doesn't decide to blow it up or keep it for himself.]

[Piccolo examines it closer... then holds it away and looks at it. Dammit why couldn't the world stop spinning for TWO SECONDS so he could get a good look at this thing?!]

Th'n why were ya lookin' at it b'fore?

I wanted to see if it would work here. It didn't at the Manor, for some reason still that I have yet to figure out.

[Jack was certainly amused that Piccolo was such a light weight for as big as he is.]

[Piccolo finally loses interest in the object and drops it into Jack's hands]

Why ain't it Workin'? Whatsh it suppos'd t'do anyway?

I'm not sure. I think it's the land. It's not entirely productive for walking.

[Right now, he's trying to figure it out verbally and he's still just as confused as before.]

[Piccolo looked around the land. It was rather bumpy and looked poorly stuck together.]

Think it'll work in th'sky den?

[Jack was concerned about this since Piccolo isn't used to drinking and flying may be hazardous but it was at least worth a try.]

We'll try above the treeline before we try any higher.

[He'll take advantage of Piccolo's pliable nature for now. He's not sure if it's the ground causing it or the buildings but he did know that the compass wasn't working right. Thanks, Radiation, for your wonderful greeting to Jack!]

[Piccolo grabs Jack under his arm again and shoots into the sky...going just a TEENSY bit higher then the tree line before stopping abruptly. Realizing his mistake by zooming right back down, but miscalculates his flight path a bit and crashes into to top of a tree]

...we at th'tree lines yet?

[Jack smacks his face on the trunk and gives a thumbs up.]

We're good.

[He pulls his face back and looks up at Piccolo. He's hugging the truck to keep from sliding off with his other arm as he pulls out the compass.]

Ah!!

[At least it's not spinning wild like the last time. Now it's just going in a slow circle before it stops and points in the opposite direction.]

I know where we can find shelter.

[Piccolo dislodges himself from the several branches he ended up sprawled upon and climbs over to Jack and looks at the compass. Then at Jack. Then Back at the compass. And then back at Jack again]

So this thing tellsya where shelter is 'er somethin'? Which way d'we go?

It'll point to it.

[He grins. Jack then points to a building and then looks back at Piccolo.]

There!

[Piccolo grabs Jack and tucks him under his arm again and takes off to the building... but he keeps weaving and teetering and flying dangerously low to things until at last a rogue tree branch jumps out of nowhere and hits him in the face. Be grateful he was flying low.]

AAaaaHhhhhhHhh!!

[Yep, Jack was dropped and if it wasn't for the several branches to help break his fall, he would have had it far worse.]

[Piccolo dislodged himself from the tree and jumped down.]

I..think I'm done flyin' fer a while....

[Piccolo rubbed his head and swayed a bit before leaning on a tree trunk for balance. Friends don't let friends fly drunk, Jack.]

[That was a lesson that Jack learned very quickly. Never get the Namek drunk. It's painful.

Jack sat up and his back popped.]

I'm in accord!

[This is going to be one of those scenes where anyone else don't want to be around these two. Jack's objective is to get everyone drunk....eventually.]

[Piccolo stumbles over to Jack]

So...which way're we walkin' again?

[Piccolo looks around he has completely lost his bearings...well more so then he had before at any rate.]

[Good thing Jack's pretty pliable. He puts his hand to his chin, looks up and to the left and right before he resigns to giving the direction.]

That way!

[He points to the right.]

[Begins to stumble over towards 'That way!' leaning on whatever he can reach. His headache is beginning to come back...only now it's worse then before... he rubs his head sorely again ]

Human, get ov'r here so I c'n lean on you...

[Yep, Jack recognized it. A hangover is taking over. Jack didn't have to take responsibility for his actions but that's not the purpose for him to help. He needs Piccolo to help out in finding a way for escape. If it means taking a bit of humiliation in the process, he'll do it.]

You're how tall?

[Piccolo feels a very bad mood beginning to come on here... well... maybe a worse mood then what he started with.]

you got two perf'ctly good eyes. I'm taller then you. Now get over here, my head's poundin' and I can hardly see straight.

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