1 Star ball || Piccolo [in person]

[picklesgonewild.livejournal.com]

[ 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]

Comments

[another-dayjob.livejournal.com]

You're being immature and could hurt someone. I don't want you to hurt anyone.

[picklesgonewild.livejournal.com]

[And oh what was that? The third or fourth person today to call him immature? Alright that was QUITE ENOUGH OF THAT! this nonsense had to end because it was nonsense, four people calling you on the same thing was just a coincidence couldn't be because they had some kind of a point or something...

Piccolo storms over to the boy and grabs him by the throat and lifts him clear off the ground]

Listen here BOY I am NOT in the best of moods right now. Now either you drop the self righteous bull and tell me something USEFUL, or you GET OUT OF MY SIGHT!

[another-dayjob.livejournal.com]

[Touya chokes and struggles in his grip, pulling at those unreasonably strong hands. Touya is undeniably strong but completely human in that strength. Nothing for Piccolo to even notice. While around normal people like himself his strength, speed, and endurance are impressive but they won't even register on Piccolo's radar.

Touya, however, can't believe the strength of Piccolo's grip or how easily he lifted a strong 6'5" teenager off the ground without even trying.

He obviously can't talk in this stranglehold but the look on his face is one of disdain and determination along with the pain.]

[picklesgonewild.livejournal.com]

[Well this human didn't seem to be quite as hardy as the others he had met. And it's very hard to get answers from someone when the life is being choked out of them, but he doesn't like the look in the boys eyes. He may try something if he let his guard down. Piccolo dropped the boy on the ground and loomed over him as intimidatingly as possible. Hopefully that would dissuade the boy from trying anything foolish.]

Tell me everything you know about 'The Author'.

[another-dayjob.livejournal.com]

[Touya fell heavily, rubbing his throat and breathing laboriously. He glared up at Piccolo and staggered to his feet.]

Why should I help you?

[He managed in a hoarse croak]

[picklesgonewild.livejournal.com]

[He smirks]

Because I'll kill you if you don't. It's as simple as that.

[another-dayjob.livejournal.com]

[Touya glares and for a second considers not saying anything, but he won't let his stubbornness literally kill him, not for this]

The Author controls everything here. That's all I know.

[Lying, he's worked out a bit more, but that's all he's willing to share]

[picklesgonewild.livejournal.com]

You're keeping information from me. I've encountered several other humans all of whom gave me more information then that. Don't try my patience boy, it's already been worn dangerously THIN.

[as a demonstration Piccolo sends another powerful blast into the wall of a building leaving a mighty big hole]

[another-dayjob.livejournal.com]

[Touya glared up at him. If he knew why did he ask]


What else matters, I told you the important part. What else do you want?

[Bitterness stains every syllable]

[picklesgonewild.livejournal.com]

I need to find this author. Kill it. And return to my world. I have business to take care of there. Now tell me every little detail you know. Leave nothing out or you'll end up like that building.

[Piccolo's voice is filled with restraint, he's obviously very tempted to just blow this place to bits out of sheer fury]

[another-dayjob.livejournal.com]

You can't kill her!

[he rubs his throat]

She doesn't contact us directly! And as far as we can tell she's just some dumb kid!

[picklesgonewild.livejournal.com]

I'll be the Judge of that! Now tell me, how does she contact you?

[another-dayjob.livejournal.com]

Through a rabbit.

[He doesn't like being made to answer you, Piccolo.]

[picklesgonewild.livejournal.com]

[Psh Piccolo doesn't care! However this new bit of information is enough for him to forget his intimidating composure and just look honestly stupefied]

A WHAT?

[another-dayjob.livejournal.com]

[Touya likes it when bullies are taken down a peg but any smirk is purely internal. He still looks coldly up at Piccolo.]

A rabbit.

[picklesgonewild.livejournal.com]

[Piccolo quickly regains his composure, though not as intent on being scary looking now. He's made his point and after blowing a hole in that building he feels a bit calmer...]

Has anyone thought to kill the rabbit?

[someone's got a bit of a one-track mind....]

[another-dayjob.livejournal.com]

[Why does there have to be so many freaking psychos here?!]

Yes, it didn't work.

[Lying, but the Plot Bunny doesn't deserve to die.]

[picklesgonewild.livejournal.com]

Tch. Has anyone questioned the rabbit? If it works as a contact to the author it must know how to get to her.

[in all of the three hundred and some-odd years of consciousness never did he ever thing that he would have to ask a question like that and have it actually be relevant]

[another-dayjob.livejournal.com]

Yes. He doesn't know how to contact her, she contacts him.

[picklesgonewild.livejournal.com]

[In another hissy fit Piccolo launches yet another laser into the nearest building, reducing the thing to rubble]

DAMMIT THERE HAS TO BE A WAY OUT OF HERE!!!

[another-dayjob.livejournal.com]

[Touya protects his face and head from the debris from the explosion]

I told you everything I know.

[Touya says this icily]

[picklesgonewild.livejournal.com]

[Piccolo brings his hand to his head trying to suppress the headache he's given himself, seemingly completely forgotten about Touya.]

DAMMIT! I can't be trapped here! The fight isn't over yet!

[another-dayjob.livejournal.com]

I don't think anyone wants to be stuck here.

[You're not so special]

[picklesgonewild.livejournal.com]

[Piccolo glares at Touya. He TOTALLY forgot he was there.]

You don't know what I was in the middle of. Either way, you're free to go boy. I'm done questioning you.

[He waves him off dismissively]

[another-dayjob.livejournal.com]

[Without saying anything but giving Piccolo the darkest look possible Touya rises and leaves.]