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[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.
]
[identity profile] picklesgonewild.livejournal.com
[Piccolo is in the kitchen, feet kicked up on on the table, arms folded behind his head still, and a wicked grin on his face, reveling in his victory over Zarbon. Just BASKING in it. Granted it wasn't exactly a hard win, but that was the beating he had been DYING to give Zarbon as payback for what happened waaay back in December.

Therefore this calls for some celebratory GLOATING. Which means he's pretty much going to be in everyone's way... and be an ass...
]
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[Hiiro's face comes on the screen with deadpan unamusement, and he's got his arms crossed. He means some serious business!]

Alright. Who's got my body? It's big and green and kind of hard to miss.

[Yup, that's Piccolo in this tiny little human body, and he is NOT a happy Namekian! Figures he goes out of his way to help people and this is what he gets in return. Well at least he didn't have to worry much about something happening to his body... though the worry that something would happen BECAUSE of his body was still their...]
[identity profile] picklesgonewild.livejournal.com
[Hello everyone it's your favorite neighborhood Namekian looking as disgruntled as ever! He's grumbling a bit, inwardly going over just how he got conned into doing this again...]

Alright humans and whatever else you things are, you're going to get gathered all in one place so you can be escorted out but a couple of muscleheads.

[So says a fellow musclehead...]

So tell me where you are and I'm going to come get you. Start whining and I'll leave you behind. Understand?


[Isn't it just so refreshing to see someone just so enthusiastic about his job?]
[identity profile] picklesgonewild.livejournal.com
[Piccolo waddled out of his room without much fanfare. Not that it looks like he could reach the doorknob, but hey, bless telekinesis. He was aware his abilities had been tweaked- trying to fly off of his bed had ended HORRIBLY. But no one had to see that, ha!

So he waddles his way down the hall on his way to go brood. Not particularly caring who say him in all of his fat glory because he could still probably laser the crap out of anyone who TRIED to make fun of him.

His plans for brooding are cut short when he's faced with his old nemesis again- the stairs.
]

sunnuva bitch...
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[Piccolo hadn't taken kindly to the disease he called humanity. In an attempt to rid himself of it, he decided the best course of action was to pretend it wasn't there and take out all his aggressions on the surrounding trees. Well it seems that the trees finally got their revenge because for once it was Piccolo who looked worse for wear and not the trees.

He's standing in his usual clearing. Still unusually tall for a human, and quite muscular he appears to be about his early 20's. Though his ears tapered off to a slight point, and while no where near as prominent his large canines and claws remained. The skin on his knuckles had been shredded by his training, and he was shivering something fierce being outside in only his gi. But he was still determined to punch the living crap out of that tree.

After a few more minutes of tree punching he allows himself a rest, sitting it the base of the tree next to the blackberry. The snow felt good on his raw knuckles, but that nice little discovery was cut should by the audible grumbling of his stomach. Pretending to still be Namekian meant that he was hell bent on not eating. It doesn't take him long to notice the blinking light on his blackberry, he growl at it and pegged it against a nearby tree. But it didn't break like he had hoped, but the screen had cracked. Giving up for the day he just slumps over onto his side, exhausted
]
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[Well because Piccolo is such an upstanding and active member of society he hasn't been paying a damn bit of attention of the murders going on. Why? Because he doesn't believe there's anyone dumb enough to go after him. So he's still strolling around like he owns the place.

After last weeks incidents, he wasn't quite in the mood to blow up the forest today. unfortunately that left him bored, and when he was bored he got destructive (go figure). Today's victim was the kitchen. Although it started at an attempt to be productive and figure out how the hell to make tea, it ended in a fuming Piccolo, a punched-in tea kettle and stove, and open boxes from the cabinet scattered everywhere.

Making tea's a royal bitch when you can't read the boxes.
]
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[The door to Piccolo's room creaked open reveal a very groggy and confused Piccolo. Well... most of him at least, his head was obscured by the door way. He ducked under and turned to the side so that he could fit through with his height and the shoulders of his cape and walked out into the hallways. It was all so familiar, yet he couldn't exactly pinpoint why... wait a minute. Yes he could. CRAP. This place again? After almost 6 years? Vague bits for memories and feelings began resurfacing as though they had just happened the other day.

He stormed down the halls like he was frantically looking for something, yet he wasn't quite sure what that something was...
]
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[Piccolo stalked through the halls. His demenor far different then usual. I wicked grin was plastered on his face and he was unnaturally calm (for him anyway), his arms were folded neatly behind his back. His cape and turban had been discarded and the way he walked through the halls was closer to proweling and quite unlike the brisk pace he usually kept. It was almost like he was hunting for something. Daring anyone to cross his path.

occasionally he'll rake his claws along the wall and cackle, reveling in the destruction, even if it's only minor. He's biding his time before he really decides to get started.
]

((OOC:Piccolo has made a temporary regression to his mind as Piccolo Daimao. He's pretty much having another tantrum, only he's more than a bit more dangerous. So approach at your own risk, and have an escape plan!))
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[Once again Piccolo was storming through the halls angrily, not like that's anything new for Piccolo. As if YET ANOTHER humiliating defeat in New York, and getting confined once more into the mannor wasn't bad enough, but NOOOOO the author had to make the manor as decorative and obnoxiously shiny as physically possible.

He stormed to his room and glared at the bizzare lighted branch on his door as though it were the source of all his problems. So he eyelasers the thing into oblivion before blowing into his room slamming the door so hard behind him the walls around his door crack. Enter at your own risk, although this is probably the first tantrum he's had without trying to blow the manor and/or a city up. He's improving!
]
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KUJA?! KUJA!? ARE YOU THERE?! Damn it all to hell.... Hang on Elphie...

KUJA WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU!?
[identity profile] picklesgonewild.livejournal.com
[Piccolo finally managed to detach Elphie from his arm for just long enough to get her some food. Of course he is doing so with about as much grace sociability as a spaceship to the face. He's wandering throughout the city breaking through windows of stores and pretty much plundering whatever he thinks looks edible. And of course he doesn't believe he's doing anything wrong, since no one is yelling at him or trying to chase him out with a broom... yet]

((in other words feel free to yell at him and chasing him out with a broom for stealing))
[identity profile] picklesgonewild.livejournal.com
[Piccolo was loose upon the manor once again, only this time his intended target was the kitchen. He had briefly wandered in earlier in the week, and returned for the promise of the interesting little knick-knacks.

He spent his time in the kitchen pulling out objects from the lower cabinets, generally enjoying the messy ruckus he was causing. That was until he was face once more with his arch nemesis. The dreaded rice cooker. While even he wasn't quite sure how he managed it, but somehow he ended up in one of the cabinets hanging over the kitchen counter. Occasionally he would peek out to see if the rice cooker was still there, and it ALWAYS was. So until someone either forced him out of the cabinet or put the rice cooker away, there was going to be a fat green baby stranded in the cabinet... and he's hostile.
]
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[In the morgue where Piccolo's body was last seen there will now the remains of a large egg, and not an ostrich sized-egg. Nooo, this egg is large enough to encompass a very rotund toddler. And that very rotund toddler is now waddling around the manor like he owns the place. Anyone with some sort of sixth sense or sensing ability will probably feel a presence of PURE EVIL emanating from this fat green kid, and anyone who dares talk to him maybe be surprised by his hillariously high pitched voice.

After Piccolo awoke he started waddling around the morgue, looking for answers. AND HE WAS NOT AMUSED. How the hell did he get inside a house? That not where eggs are just supposed to appear, especially his. He needed to find some sort of explanation and he needed it now, and he's not going to get it here. He goes to leave only to have his fat self be faced with a daunting flight of stairs.OH GAWD WHY. One step at a time Piccolo slowly makes his way up the stairs putting forth way more effort than he should have to, due to his shape. He had to take a break to catch his breath while wheezing on one of the steps. After a moment he turns to resume his arduous climb up the stairs, but his foot catches on his little robe and he takes a tumble ALL the way down the stairs eventually hitting the ground and rolling until he crashes into a table and knocking it over.

He sits up and rubs his head, and were his eyes watering? No of course not. Piccolo will never show his tears to the enemy, which in this case is the stairs. Once more he approaches the stairs with the goal to conquer. One by one he waddles his fat self up every stair, and after taking about 30 minutes longer than a normal person, Piccolo finally makes his way to the top of the stairs. But this was simply not enough. The first floor didn't have anything he was looking for he found the rice cooker, got scared, and ran away, nor did the second. But finally, after hours of stair failing climbing Piccolo finds something of use. A door with his name on it. Surly, whatever lies beyond that door will have answers for him.

Piccolo reaches up for the doorknob... but he's too short to reach it. It was official: today was not his day.
]

((ooc: While Piccolo is considerably weaker than he was before he's still powerful, he just doesn't have full control over it yet... at the very least expect some mostly non-lethal lasers))
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[Well for once Piccolo had been excited to go back to the manor. He was not one of the 'weapons' and refused to wield any 'weapons' since in his mind hiding behind a weapon was cowardly. Even if it was the only thing capable of killing the dead-but-not-quite-dead things that were attacking. Luckily throughout his week in France he had been strong enough to push many of the Kishin back, or at least by enough time for Elphie and him to escape somewhere else.

Unfortunately for him, even though he was back in the manor, he was no better off then he was in France. Not only were the Kishin still there, but he was in a flimsy little tent, like that was going to keep anyone safe from anything. Even worse Elphaba wasn't with him. When he realized this he was quick to let out a loud and long string of swears before he burst out of his tent. Spotting more tents around his he decides with his brilliant little mind that the best and most intelligent course of action would be to check each one of the tents individually.

Naturally with Piccolo's social graces you can expect him to burst into a tent, cuss, and then promptly leave without further explanation as to why he was in your tent. Enjoy
]
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[Piccolo had decided to go out for a bit once Elphaba had gone to sleep. He mad quite sure not to break the window this time... well not a window that she could hear him break anyway.

He made his way back to that hole in the ground with all the old stuff. Something had caught his eye, but he was far too irritated to investigate it at the time. Although over the past few days it had been on his mind.

He spotted the glass pyramid-thing that he had busted out of earlier and quickly flew right back down the hole he had made. It didn't take long for him to retrace his steps... he had left a rather noticeable path of destruction in his frustration at being lost in the place. He wandered throughout the halls irritably. This place was no more tolerable the first time. Filled with old musty smelling useless junk. Reminded him of Kami, and nothing that reminds him of Kami was a good thing.

And then, a familiar orange glint caught his eye. He walked over to a marble sculpture with a large semi-precious orange stone lodged in it. But not just any orange stone, a perfectly circular orange stone with a small star one it (it was, in fact, not a star but actually an oak leaf. Ah Piccolo you genius cultured fellow you). Without hesitation he reached out and pulled the stone from the rest of the sculpture. As a mark of his triumph he rakes his claws along the wall leaving a trail before he takes off flying through the halls. Knocking over a great deal of paintings and sculptures. Perhaps if he came back the following night he would be able to find the other 6 Dragon Balls and wish this story out of existence.
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[The feed starts with a shake and something furry partly obscuring the view. Piccolo is sprawled out on his bed, and it looks like he's reading a book... or trying to. He's staring at his with an utterly perplexed look on his face... it probably doesn't help that the book is upside down. He'll occasionally jot something down with a pen (there are several broken pencils scattered about on the bed).

Suddenly there's the sound of shuffling off screen and without even looking up Piccolo shoots a laser and there's a quick squeal. Then there's some movement off to the side of the screen, this time Piccolo zaps the thing with some handy-dandy eyelasers. He lets out a sigh and closes the book. He is then seen walking around his room picking up an armful of little furry things. At one point he heads toward the blackberry and lifts up the furry thing that was obscuring the view, clearly unaware that it was on,  he goes off screen and his door can be heard opening, something is dropped, and the door is closed. He then goes back to the bed to attempt to make sense of this book.

there's a pile of dead tribbles outside his door in case anyone feels the need to give Piccolo a talk about animal cruelty
]
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[Piccolo was sitting on the front steps looking very, very bored. He had been waiting for two weeks to get outside, but now that he was he found himself with nothing to do. His little roommate had returned to her rightful room and now Piccolo didn't have anyone to show off the fruits of his training to, making training feel a little pointless. And he didn't do quite a lot in his free time other than training.

Piccolo's room was no longer a source of entertainment without Elphie. Of course Piccolo wasn't too keen on going back to his room anyway. It seemed that someone had tied the now lifeless rice cooker to his doorknob by the cored.
]
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[Well after being forced to remain inside for yet another week Piccolo FINALLY managed to discover the dojo. Anyone passing by is likely to hear a vast amount of explosions and banging. If anyone dared to come inside they would find the place in absolute shambles. Walls are dented in the equipment shelves have toppled over, and the padding on the floor is burnt up and shredded and this is why we cannot have nice things Piccolo. And in the center of it all is everyone's favorite 7-foot-tall green grump, Piccolo. And he is in QUITE the sour mood, mostly notable about how he looks just about as banged up as the room. How he managed to get himself beat up with no one else in the room is anyone's guess.

Also in the far corner of the room is oddly enough a cute little rice cooker covered by pretty much all the heavy equipment Piccolo could balance on it.
]



((and yes to all wondering that IS the rice cooker Piccolo spent a hundred years in. Kitty print and all.))
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[Well all this brooding about the current plot has taken it's toll on Piccolo. Hoping he might outlast this last stretch without taking a chunk out of anyone else's neck he has decided to take a nap. However he didn't feel like doing so in his room... or well... the manor confused him enough to make him unable to find his room. Piccolo had decided to take this napping opportunity right in the hallway. So when walking by please be mindful of our giant green friend... not that tripping over him would wake him up anyway...]

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