27 Star ball || Piccolo || [in person]

[picklesgonewild.livejournal.com]

[Piccolo didn't particularly care about the state of the manor. The whole thing could just fall down and he wouldn't even blink. It was the obnoxious ruckus the humans ...and other things, where making that drove him outside.

He has found a nice quiet spot out in the back of the manor, and hovering cross-legged in the air, meditating. As such his goals for the day are more or less ignoring anyone or anything that comes near him.]

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[aizensrainman.livejournal.com]

[[Yes well, good luck with those goals Piccolo. Wonderweiss has other things in mind, he's been looking about, unhappily, for someone who could possibly know a little more about the communicators around here other than himself. If he went to Ulquiorra he'd get the glareface, if he went to Grimmjow he'd get ...glareface and combination swearing about how he just got here too. Bothering Gokudera wouldn't be fruitful, from what Weiss saw and managed to vaguely comprehend - he's busy too.

But this guy, just randomly sitting there and hovering (that shouldn't be a normal acceptable thing for someone to see, but to Weiss it is) looking at peace relatively for a green guy. He looks like he'd know.

The Arrancar moves his trajectory on a crash course for Piccolo, stopping right in front of his hovering target.]]

Nhgh. Nya-a-an.

[[One finger on his lip, the other hand holding out the communicator.]]

[picklesgonewild.livejournal.com]

[Typical... he had JUST gotten outside too. Who the hell was bothering him anyway? Well, hopefully if Piccolo ignored him he would just go away...

And thus Piccolo remains as still as a statue]

Y'all can blame Mello for taking his Nyan-cat lol

[aizensrainman.livejournal.com]

[[Normally, yeah, people may go away. But they're not Wonderweiss and while normally he's such a placid person, this isn't the time for it. He's been without his Nyan-cat for damned long enough.

If nothing the guy could at least recognize he's asking him something. Alright fine.

Wonderweiss moves a few steps closer and sets the communicator into Piccolo's lap. Ignore that, you ignorer.]]

Ngh-yan.

FFFT IF PICCOLO ONLY KNEW!

[picklesgonewild.livejournal.com]

[And WATCHI HIM IGNORE IT. This s nothing compared to what he had to ignore on King Kai's planet. What with those bafoons running about chasing a damn monkey for hours on end.... a little mumbling brat and his toy was easy in comparison]

LOL POOR POOR ARM DISPENSER

[aizensrainman.livejournal.com]

[[A long time is at least given, perhaps the man's working up to actually being receptive. ...But no.

Wonderweiss' mind starts to work, and when it works on its own, nothing good can come of it. You see, Mister Man, he's bored out of his mind right now without his Nyan-cat to keep him company. This means that if you're not going to give him his Nyan-cat, you want to be the source of his entertainment.

He takes his communicator back, stuffing it in his sleeve upward against his wrist. This will work fine for a pocket while he figures out--

Suddenly.
He wants to know why he's wearing a hat. Is there a hollow mask? One way to find out. His hands, fast as lightning, grab his hat and take it off, stepping back a few sonido-powered steps at the same time so he can inspect it. Usually when Wonderweiss takes things from people they want them back (you know, hats, arms, legs, eyes, teeth) right away. This leaves him no room for exploring it like he does, setting the hat on his head with a gleeful drawl. The weight of it isn't much a problem, he's strong as he is creepy, though it does interest him to think of a weighted hat- maybe it falls off a lot.]]

Nnhhuuaaah-aha~

HE WOULD SEND WEISSY RIGHT TO MELLO... were he still here...

[picklesgonewild.livejournal.com]

[Now that his antennae are exposed Piccolo finally decides to react, letting out a low growl an peaking an eye open. And glaring. As he thought- a little brat. Piccolo lets out an annoyed snort before closing his eye again. He could materialize another turban any time he wanted]

DISPENSER. In more than one way, dispenser of brats to Mello and now ...limbs/belongings.

[aizensrainman.livejournal.com]

[[Wonderweiss notices the movement, even as the turban falls down well below his forehead about his eyebrows, this has his eyes following over to the balded head of his counterpart- as unwilling as his play partner is.]]

Huaaaaah~!

[[His eyes go wide as he takes those steps forward again, his jaw dropping slightly in the slow rasped sound of his breathing.]]

Hnauu~- labwstr..

[[Curious as always, he takes his hand, one of them, off the hat and reaches out toward those antennae. Those look pullable if he can get anywhere near them, near this lobster man.]]

XDDD Poor Picco...

[picklesgonewild.livejournal.com]

[Oh HELL no, that little brat is not touching his antennae. Without even opening his eyes he swats the offending hand away. Antennae are not for tugging young man.]

He deserves it. Some how.

[aizensrainman.livejournal.com]

[[Wide-eyes stay wide, but this time for another reason as he's swatted.

His hand comes back in as his face mellow's out, staring down at the side of his hand where it got swatted. It's a long time that he's staring at his hand, then back up at the green-thing in front of him. His eyebrows lowered and the hat becomes forgotten as he shoves it off his head unceremoniously to the side.

His look absolutely begs the unsaid question: Did you just swat me?]]

Huuuaau..

[[From that, once he has answered his own question, his mouth begins to twist into an interesting open smile. So he DID want to play! With enthusiasm, Wonderweiss' arm flies forward with a balled up fist at the end aimed right on for Piccolo's face-- NO one had wanted to play with him thus far!]]

Haaaa~~ah~!

Oh yeah he so totally does XD

[picklesgonewild.livejournal.com]

[Piccolo's eyes snap open in in a flash he disappears, reappearing high above Wonderweiss looking down in surprise. What the HELL did he do to deserve that?!]

looooooool *rubs his bald adorable head*

[aizensrainman.livejournal.com]

[[Weiss cackles when Piccolo disappears, the signature of power turns Wonderweiss' eyes upward and his tongue lolls out of his mouth while he flies upward off the ground toward Piccolo. His laughter and drawling all go into one as he strikes again in multiple attempts to hit or kick the opponent, anticipating being hit himself but really right now all he wants to do is work off the initial excitement- then he'll get down to business.]]

XDDD

[picklesgonewild.livejournal.com]

[Piccolo easily goes about block the attacks. In an attempt to get the kid off him he opens his mouth and forms a ki-blast, spewing it at the kid]

[blondmage.livejournal.com]

Picco-chan!

[picklesgonewild.livejournal.com]

[Of all the things that HAD TO FIND HIM... it was that giddy thing... Well operation ignore is a GO]

[blondmage.livejournal.com]

Picco-nyan~ Are you meditating?

[picklesgonewild.livejournal.com]

[Piccolo lets out a low growl and he twitches irritably. Hopefully that will suffice as a 'yes' and send the little blonde on his merry way...]

[blondmage.livejournal.com]

Picco-kun, look I drew a picture for you, so you'll be less grumpy.

[picklesgonewild.livejournal.com]

[OH THANK GODS HE'S GO-... dammit nope he's back. Well at least he's being quite. Piccolo will tolerate his presence as long as he's...

and there goes the quiet. Wonderful.

Well, ignoring got him to scamper off and busy himself for at LEAST 5 minutes... maybe it will work again?]

[blondmage.livejournal.com]

[picklesgonewild.livejournal.com]

[And the SECOND Fai turns around, Piccolo opens his eyes JUST long enough to EYELASER the EVERLIVING CRAP out of that picture. And while it is curling up in scorched cinders, Piccolo promptly goes back to meditating]

[blondmage.livejournal.com]

[picklesgonewild.livejournal.com]

[Piccolo, doesn't even wait for Fai to turn away this time, before pulling the picture off, crumpling it and throwing it to the side. He's almost at his breaking point Fai!]

[blondmage.livejournal.com]

Don't you like my drawings?

[picklesgonewild.livejournal.com]

[Well there goes his plans of a quiet afternoon meditating...]

No I don't.

[blondmage.livejournal.com]

Well that's not nice.



You could of had a suggestion.

[lone-defender.livejournal.com]

[It's not every day you see a tall green man floating in air. She'd just gotten out for fresh...er air, given that the TARDIS could get a bit cooped up and the manor was a bit like breathing in dust and cobwebs and rotting wood. But the sight if a floating green man in a turban and cape is enough to make her stop and stare.]

[picklesgonewild.livejournal.com]

[Piccolo senses the others presence. However it doesn't feel threatening, so for now he ignores it and continues with his meditating]

[lone-defender.livejournal.com]

[Oh, she's not threatening at all. She's just...circling a little.]

[picklesgonewild.livejournal.com]

[He lets out a sigh. This human probably wouldn't leave him alone until he answered some questions... He opens an eye to look at the woman]

You need something?

[lone-defender.livejournal.com]

[Probably not, no.]

...No, not exactly. Sorry, it's just I haven't seen many people flying before. [Green skin and great big pointed ears, though? She's seen stranger. It's the flying that's surprising.]