badfic_manor | 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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[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.

[Jack really didn't have much of a choice in the matter and shrugged. The last thing he needed was to have a hole blown through him from the Namek who seems to lost his jovial nature in a hurry.]

You need more rum.

[It was a thought that was mostly out loud to himself than directed at Piccolo specifically.]

Ah! I'll lend a hand.

[Piccolo ignored the comment, however he did make a mental note that the headache medicine was called 'rum'. Perhaps if he took it in a smaller dose it wouldn't have such detrimental side effects.]

Damn right you will...

[Piccolo puts his arm around Jack leans on him, putting a good chunk of his weight on him. Ugh being in such a close proximity to a human was enough to make him nauseous... or that could have just been the way Jack smelt... or even the headache medicine. Ether way he really didn't feel like moving about too fast at the moment]

Edited 2010-09-18 01:12 (UTC)

Maybe it's better that we made camp here.

[Jack was struggling with the weight of the huge Namek. Since he couldn't read the bottle, he only assumed it was rum then found out it wasn't. Vodka and rum made terrible bedfellows. At least one of them tasted good.]

Sleeping outdoors isn't so bad. I did it Tortuga all the time....whenever I was kicked out for something...or other.

[Well setting up camp certainly didn't sound so bad. Perhaps if he sat down and rested he would feel better. He got off Jack and stumbled over to a nearby log and sat down.There was no chance in hell you're getting him to get up and help you set up camp]

Fine then.

[Jack starts looking around for anything that he could use. He hated to use his sword like a shovel to dig the fire pit but he didn't see any other way around it. Hangovers are a bitch and he didn't have a crew to do his work for him soo.....expect a huge amount of blabbering as he works.]

[Oh dear that humans blabbering was getting to him. He was however still determined not to help in any way... but dear GOD that human was taking FOREVER to make that damn pit, ugh... and he would have to line the pit with rocks...and gather wood.. and oh dear god that would take forever, and no doubt he would just keep rambling the entire time.]

IF I MAKE THE DAMN FIRE WILL YOU SHUT THE HELL UP!?

[Whether or not Jack new it, he was a master at manipulating Piccolo]

[He looks over his shoulder and grins.]

If you please.

[Yep, Piccolo is a part of his crew now. Welcome aboard...sort of...to the Black Pearl. He took a step back and let Piccolo do his thing. And guess what he's going to do next? Stories by the fire with a hidden stash of vodka...or rum...helped pass the time. And since Barbossa barked a lot, it didn't really bother him that much.]

[Piccolo sent a weak blast into the ground making then pit, then materialized the rocks and wood, ad then he sends another small blast to start the fire. And all this took him about 5 seconds tops.]

There. It's done. Now keep up your end of the bargain.

[Piccolo removes his cape and turban and tosses them off to the side, both landing with a rather large 'thud']

Oi! I didn't have to look for anything at all!

[He happily runs off to find other materials to make the shelter since the rain was starting to come. The fire was certainly one less thing to worry about.

He starts humming a little tune as he goes off to fetch the necessary things.]

[Well humming was definitely an improvement from talking, but still annoying nonetheless. He tunes Jack out and starts meditating, Jack could do the rest of the work now.]

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