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4 Star Ball || Piccolo
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picklesgonewild.livejournal.com[Piccolo had quickly grown restless being cooped up indoors with nothing but a bunch of sniveling humans for company, that and his third or fourth but who's counting humiliating defeat at the hands of Kuja surly didn't help matters.
At a somewhat secluded area outside the manor a vast amount of booms and crashing can be heard. Piccolo had claimed this space as his training area, and already the place looked like it had bee hit by a small bomb. All the grass was blasted away leaving a small dirt crater, and the few nearby trees were now reduced to charcoal skeletons.
Piccolo himself can be seen practicing various stances, throwing a lighting fast bunch of punches and kicks. Occasionally he'll let loose a series of energy blasts, turning them back towards himself for god knows what reason. As one can figure he looks like a wreck, his clothes are torn and he's covered in blood, bruises, and scrapes. He doesn't seem to be bothered by it though, the experience seems almost cathartic to him. Out of breath and tired he squats down in the center of the area completely at peace with himself and the destruction around him. This probably the calmest you'll ever find him, so feel free to come bug him, or even attempt to have a civil talk with him. Besides he's probably too tired to try and blow you up anyway.]
At a somewhat secluded area outside the manor a vast amount of booms and crashing can be heard. Piccolo had claimed this space as his training area, and already the place looked like it had bee hit by a small bomb. All the grass was blasted away leaving a small dirt crater, and the few nearby trees were now reduced to charcoal skeletons.
Piccolo himself can be seen practicing various stances, throwing a lighting fast bunch of punches and kicks. Occasionally he'll let loose a series of energy blasts, turning them back towards himself for god knows what reason. As one can figure he looks like a wreck, his clothes are torn and he's covered in blood, bruises, and scrapes. He doesn't seem to be bothered by it though, the experience seems almost cathartic to him. Out of breath and tired he squats down in the center of the area completely at peace with himself and the destruction around him. This probably the calmest you'll ever find him, so feel free to come bug him, or even attempt to have a civil talk with him. Besides he's probably too tired to try and blow you up anyway.]
