badfic_manor | 15th Wish || Dende || Every Time He leaves the Mannor...

[Dende stirs, waking up on the bridge after his brutal fight with Zarbon. Very slowly he pushes himself up with his good arm and looks around. His head is fuzzy and he is having a difficult time focusing.

He spots his vest robe neatly folded on the snow where he left them. Groggily he stumbles towards them, and slips the vest over his head. While all lethal injuries were regenerated while he passed out, he is still not in the clear yet. His most noticable injury would be his lack of an arm, and perhaps the bleeding spot on his forehead, the rest have been concealed by the robe for now.

He reaches into his pocket and pulls out his blackberry to call for help. Then the shame of not being able to protect the Dragon Balls he had been entrusted with washes over him. He glares at the blackberry and in a moment crushes it in his hand. There, Zarbon would be able to call and threaten him once he found out that the Dragon Balls wouldn't work without the password. He lets himself fall back onto the snow, it felt good on his aching head

((He's on one of the broken bridges, in case anyone is up for helping him~))

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[~~The pokeball misses! What do you do?!~~ Watch as Eddie moves to stoop to Dende's level, ignoring the snow soaking into his jeans as he takes in the damage. He has yet to notice the missing arm. ]

One and only, kind of not the point right now- I'm more of worried about you. The hell happened?

[~~How the hell did I miss a target THAT BIG?! Throws another pokeball.~~ Dende forces himself into a sitting position with difficulty]

I got in over my head... I underestimated someone and now... I've lost something of great power I was supposed to protect...

[~~The pokeball- BOUNCES OFF of him~~

The roadie gives a grimace at that, he certainly knows the 'I FUCKED UP' feeling] That explains the injuries at least. Jesus christ, whatever you had musta been somethin' important to whoever wanted to take it from ya.

You can beat yourself up about it later though, we should probably get you to a doctor that or at least get you inside so we can fix you up.

[~~SWEET MOTHER OF FUCK! ALRIGHT YOU WANT TO PLAY IT LIKE THAT!? Have my super-amazing GREAT BALL!!~~

Dende knew the information was supposed to be secret but well, Zarbon knew it. And this was Eddie.]

They're called Dragon Balls. When the seven of them are gathered together you can summon the Eternal Dragon to grant any wish within it's power.

[He brings his hand up to his nub of a shoulder and presses down tightly hoping to stop the bleeding a little]

A doctor? I... I don't want to bring others into this... they could be in danger.

[~~HURRY, THE ROADIE IS FLEEING INTO THE TALL GRASS!~~

Eddie blinks at the info. Well this is new.]

Eternal Dragon? How- [And DISTRACTED by arm nub] Uh- bro yeah, you're going to the doctor. Fucks sake, you don't have an arm.

[Dende looks at his shoulder, then at his arm a few feet away. Right now is probably his head trauma partially speaking]

I do too, it's just over there... I'll make a new one later. I don't have the energy right now.

[ BRIEF CONFUSED STARE]

...Make a new one-? So this is like a normal thing for you?

[He shakes his head now just jumping over the subject] Either way, we gotta get you in doors, somewhere warm so I can try to fix you up.

Well I've never lost an arm before, but I've regenerated lesser injuries...

[Dende nods a bit at the second part. He was quite fond of the idea of being indoors. He goes to try and stand himself up, but only manages to get into a kneeling position before the spinning and pounding sensation in his head made him dizzy]

[The roadie quickly and carefully helps in hoisting Dende up. Eddie's grip solidly firm as it is careful, he's not entirely sure what injuries lurked under the other man's giant robes.] Here, lemme help you keep steady.

[Dende bites back a little hiss, he should probably have put more effort into regenerating that ribcage. Well too late now, at least it wasn't life threatening]

Thank you Eddie, but where will we go? Zarbon is going to be after me soon...

[Dende leans heavily on Eddie, and Dende felt it embarassingly so.]

15th Wish || Dende || Every Time He leaves the Mannor...

[In Person] He's obviously a poet at heart

Re: [In Person] He should write a book of his poems.

[In Person] The book would sell millions- lets call it Metal For The Masses

Re: [In Person] Can the first poem be ode to the F-word?

[In Person] Followed by 'That bitch, that bitch' a poem dedicated to Ophelia

[In Person] and ended with "MELT YOUR FAIS WITH ZEPLINS"

[In Person] truly, a book for the ages

Re: [In Person] I shall pre-order several dozen copies.

[In Person]

Re: [In Person]