http://junior-cop.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] junior-cop.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] badfic_manor2011-03-08 12:10 am

{12 Collar} Who turned off the lights? [In Person]

[Tom uses a flashlight to try to find the source of the problem. Without knowing the technology used to run the lights, he was feeling a bit out of his league.]

Crap. Hey, is anybody here?!

[The eerie silence of the hotel save for the background sounds of the wind blowing and the occasional scrapping of branches against the window has Tom on edge.]

Dinosaurs...shouldn't be here. This is bad...real bad.

[The sounds of clicking on the tile and scraping along with screeches causes Tom to freeze.]

Oh shit....

[Now it was time to run.]

[identity profile] picklesgonewild.livejournal.com 2011-03-08 07:18 am (UTC)(link)
[Well Piccolo may not exactly be one of the friendliest faces to run into during a power outage, but here he is. Right in front of Tom. Just STANDING there, looming, nothing too out of the ordinary for him. He could here the lizard approaching adn it was long since time to pay pack the favor he felt he owed to the kid]

[identity profile] picklesgonewild.livejournal.com 2011-03-08 07:36 am (UTC)(link)
[Piccolo just scoffs]

Get behind me, kid. This won't take long.

[Piccolo moves his head to either side, cracking his neck. He was more then a bit surprised at the kids reaction to him, especially after their previous encounter all those months ago. Well, perhaps he didn't remember much...

Regardless, Piccolo knew exactly what was following Tom, and exactly where it was...
]

[identity profile] badfic-raptor.livejournal.com 2011-03-08 07:45 am (UTC)(link)
[The clicking of the toe claw on the tile is heard as she makes her approach. Hunting and the drive to kill for her food took precedence over safety. Sure it's a strange world here but food is easy to catch. She saw her intended prey run behind a bigger prey and the sound of a cocking shot gun caught her attention.

The raptor stared down this new one and lowered her head, readying herself for a powerful pounce. Two for the price of one isn't a bad catch....]

[identity profile] picklesgonewild.livejournal.com 2011-03-08 07:50 am (UTC)(link)
[Piccolo held his ground. He was painfully aware of his current predicament with the lowering of his powers, but he's been dealing with these creatures since he was a child. He hunkers down and braces himself for the raptors strike. Nothing he couldn't handle.]

[identity profile] badfic-raptor.livejournal.com 2011-03-08 07:57 am (UTC)(link)
[The raptor slinks forward with her head down. One step, then another, inching closer. She gives a pounce toward the green brute with a roar and her mouth open to take a bite out of the strange looking human. Pure instinct drove this creature without reason.]

[identity profile] picklesgonewild.livejournal.com 2011-03-08 06:51 pm (UTC)(link)
[Piccolo just scoffs and holds his forearm up allowing the raptor to sink it's teeth into it. Ultimately he ends up holding the creature while it's talons dig into his chest and shoulders. Piccolo hardly seems bothered about it though. Granted his arms are full, so instead he opens his mouth, in moments there's a flicker of light from his throat. In a flash the ki-blast erupts from his mouth hitting the dinosaur in the face (and his arm too).

He frowns a bit. That was hardly a FRACTION of his power. He should have been able to kill that thing with a LOOK. Still it should be enough to get the thing away...
]

[identity profile] badfic-raptor.livejournal.com 2011-03-08 07:14 pm (UTC)(link)
[The raptor leaps forward and chomps down hard on Piccolo's arm without paying much attention to the ki-blast. Since being a prehistoric creature that didn't know about alien creatures, ki-blasts and bullets, it jumped back and shook its head with a squeal. It's tiny arms rubbing its nose and face.

Even though it wasn't a one shot kill, that didn't mean that it wasn't going to simply dismiss it. The raptor screeched and screamed, turned and ran down the hall. It was diverted for now.]

[identity profile] picklesgonewild.livejournal.com 2011-03-08 08:29 pm (UTC)(link)
[Piccolo watched the creature depart, very unamused. He looks over his arm for injuries, he was hardly grazed by the attack. Though the same could be said about the top half of his gi. Ah well, nothing a little materializing could fix later.

He looks over his shoulder at Tom.
]

You alright kid?

[identity profile] picklesgonewild.livejournal.com 2011-03-09 03:59 am (UTC)(link)
[Piccolo sighs]

Come with me kid, I'll get you there. It's not like I've got anything better to do.

[He turns around to lead the boy out of the room with the power storage. Debating whether or not he should over to fly the kid over to the harbor... but the idea of swinging the kid over his shoulder again has him on edge]

[identity profile] picklesgonewild.livejournal.com 2011-03-09 04:54 am (UTC)(link)
[Piccolo stops and turns back to Tom, he is clearly not amused]

You can get there yourself if you want, it doesn't make any difference to me.

[Piccolo turns forward and continues on walking, grumbling irritably all the while]

ungrateful little brat

[identity profile] picklesgonewild.livejournal.com 2011-03-10 05:58 pm (UTC)(link)
[Piccolo leads them outside and looks up. The safest and quickest way would probably be by air.]

Kid, come here.

[identity profile] picklesgonewild.livejournal.com 2011-03-10 08:22 pm (UTC)(link)
We're about to be.

[Now how to do this as least awkwardly as possible? Piccolo REALLY wasn't one for personal space breeches, unless it involved hitting things. Well better to just grab him and get this over with.

Piccolo grabs Tom and tucks him under his arm before taking off to the skies!... this was obnoxiously reminiscent of that one time with that pirate...
]

[identity profile] picklesgonewild.livejournal.com 2011-03-13 09:12 pm (UTC)(link)
[Piccolo pauses midflight, stupid brat and his shouting. Did he WANT to attract those obnoxious flying cretins?!]

What now?!

[identity profile] picklesgonewild.livejournal.com 2011-03-14 05:03 am (UTC)(link)
good.

[And Piccolo once more takes off towards the docks. He'll be glad once his favor is paid in full.]

as promised, here's the fling

[identity profile] my-own-friend.livejournal.com 2011-03-09 03:12 am (UTC)(link)
Is someone there?

[Well, of course there is. She can sense him.]

Don't you know it's dangerous here? Someone's set the prehistoric monsters loose.

[identity profile] my-own-friend.livejournal.com 2011-03-09 03:49 am (UTC)(link)
[She gives the cop the once-over. He looks young, soft, but she can tell from a brief glance at his mind that he means business.]

That talking rabbit mentioned boats off the island, and I intend to reach them. I'll be damned if I end up eaten.

[And she's got a few tricks to ensure that she doesn't~]

[identity profile] my-own-friend.livejournal.com 2011-03-09 10:59 pm (UTC)(link)
Duly noted. Thank you for the compliment.

[Alright, so he's observant. And cute, in a boyish sort of way.]

I'll try and lead us out, but don't rule out getting lost as a possibility.

[identity profile] my-own-friend.livejournal.com 2011-03-10 10:39 pm (UTC)(link)
[She frowns. She doesn't like the question.]

No. They're animals. I can only sense the minds of humans.
By the way, you remember the path correctly. I don't know where it will lead us, but it's correct.

[She took the liberty of double-checking what he said against what he remembers.]

[identity profile] my-own-friend.livejournal.com 2011-03-14 03:50 am (UTC)(link)
[She helps him in his search, frowning at the various jeeps, constantly tucking her hair behind her ear as it falls around her shoulders.]

Oh, this will take forever. Is there any way we can get the power back on?