Post by T on Nov 4, 2018 8:14:40 GMT -5
’Are you implying a mere animal could know something I don’t?’
Screaming internally, the boy replied to her first query with a sentence spoken completely in prose. “Iimpliednosuchimplications.” Through that unhindered phrase, he let out a few nervous chuckles before stopping entirely. She was definitely dangerous. Rhetorical question aside, the lady chilled him to the bone with such a question of mass destruction. Being placed in the middle of a secluded forest with nobody around to save him from this social situation made it all the worse.
If nothing else, the young Saiyan reminded himself that he was doing much better than two years ago. Had this taken place while his naivety remained one of his most prominent traits, he might have outright jumped to the moon. “Surprisingly better than I used to.” It was an answer made with the combined forces of half-reinstalled calmness, and an amazing poker face. Still, that is not to say that he was not aware that he had a ways to go.
His focus resided more on the witch than his personality development. “Soooooo cooooool.” Thought the boy to himself as he watched wide-eyed at the small spectacle taking place before him. Whether unwillingly or not, this may have been the very first time where he saw a use of someone’s supernatural abilities not used in beating people up. “She’s doing a chant before it and everything.” If the staring contest from earlier still took place, he could be considered a world champion at that point in time. One could hardly see him blink as he watched runic alphabet and all sorts of mystic lights float around.
However just like every other advertisement Russ saw on television for a product, results may vary. Except this time there was no disclaimer for it.
“Whaaaaaaaat?” He dragged on his words while rummaging violently through the contents of his left pocket using his free left hand. “Noooooooooo, you don’t want to eat her!” Obvious reasons follow thereafter. “She’s too cool and neat and stuff.” And for the fact that she could probably blow it up, resurrect the bear as a zombie, and then proceed to blow it up again, but compliments like those slipped off his tongue better. “Also you’ll get uhhhh.”
Faster. Faster. Faster. YOU HAVE TO GO FASTER.
Finally lifting an pill out of his pocket, he executed another self-deprecating joke. “Stupid-i-tis.” Best to make the consequence sound like a contagious disease to ward off potential predators. His tactic mimicked that of brightly-coloured frogs. “You’ll get stupid-i-tis if you eat me.” He could alternatively punch the bear through the moon as well, but that would be unnecessarily harsh.
Go go gadget capsule.
Click. Plop. Hiss.
A tap on the button of this capsule was all it took to bring it into action. That added to a light underhanded toss to the ground near him and a plume of steam emerged with the aforementioned sounds. Once it cleared, a six-foot tall refrigerator stood stalwart among the three individuals. Its surface was as white as the driven snow. Its body impressive with a single door to the main body. Its freezer as chilling as-. Well, maybe as Lilith’s frightening aura. But maybe not that much.
Opening the fridge door revealed the young man’s less-than-impressive food supply. Two baguettes sat all on their lonesome in long paper bag at the corner. He had a single sausage on the top shelf. A jar of honey and a smaller container of jam remained next to mozzarella sticks, three tomatoes, and a head of lettuce. Whether he was a bachelor, a serial killer, or simply lacking in Zeni was yet unknown.
“Technology,” he stated with a sigh of relief. His free arm reached in to grasp the loaves of bread. Said bread was brought to balance on top of his other elbow while the boy grasped both bottles of honey and jam in-between his fingers. With a twist and a pop, he began to pour the two condiments slowly on top of the pastries. “Have some of these baguettes instea-” Too fast. They spilled out at a quicker pace than he expected. An exclamation mark almost appeared on top of his head. “Oop- ok fine, just have all of the baguettes.” Which were now drenched in the sauces. Crispy on the outside, stupendously delicious, but nonetheless drenched. They were placed before the bear.
“Aaaaaaand the honey I was saving.” The adolescent added on, disheartened. “Aaaaaaand the strawberry jam.” Russ wondered if mozzarella sticks with raw tomatoes and lettuce amounted to a decent meal. Presumably, that would be accepted with compliance- as with his next chain of action. If not, then the bear was utterly finished. Hence, he only continued with the following in the situation where it did.
Time stood as the greatest factor in this race for knowledge. He only hoped that the display amused her enough to not blast them both. “Right, now there’s more where that came from; and fish; if you follow my orders.” He spoke with clarity and intention. Every one of his words were enunciated to the best of his abilities. “Please tell us about any traps or strange things you’ve seen in the woods while wandering around.”
Fingers were crossed as they resided out of sight. If he was not as durable as Katchin reinforced for the umpteenth time, he might have just broken his fingers by crossing them that hard. Lint disintegrated under the force of his hope. A payer, a blessing, any form of luck. He needed all he could get to potentially aid both witch and bear.
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Majin Zam
Screaming internally, the boy replied to her first query with a sentence spoken completely in prose. “Iimpliednosuchimplications.” Through that unhindered phrase, he let out a few nervous chuckles before stopping entirely. She was definitely dangerous. Rhetorical question aside, the lady chilled him to the bone with such a question of mass destruction. Being placed in the middle of a secluded forest with nobody around to save him from this social situation made it all the worse.
If nothing else, the young Saiyan reminded himself that he was doing much better than two years ago. Had this taken place while his naivety remained one of his most prominent traits, he might have outright jumped to the moon. “Surprisingly better than I used to.” It was an answer made with the combined forces of half-reinstalled calmness, and an amazing poker face. Still, that is not to say that he was not aware that he had a ways to go.
His focus resided more on the witch than his personality development. “Soooooo cooooool.” Thought the boy to himself as he watched wide-eyed at the small spectacle taking place before him. Whether unwillingly or not, this may have been the very first time where he saw a use of someone’s supernatural abilities not used in beating people up. “She’s doing a chant before it and everything.” If the staring contest from earlier still took place, he could be considered a world champion at that point in time. One could hardly see him blink as he watched runic alphabet and all sorts of mystic lights float around.
However just like every other advertisement Russ saw on television for a product, results may vary. Except this time there was no disclaimer for it.
“Whaaaaaaaat?” He dragged on his words while rummaging violently through the contents of his left pocket using his free left hand. “Noooooooooo, you don’t want to eat her!” Obvious reasons follow thereafter. “She’s too cool and neat and stuff.” And for the fact that she could probably blow it up, resurrect the bear as a zombie, and then proceed to blow it up again, but compliments like those slipped off his tongue better. “Also you’ll get uhhhh.”
Faster. Faster. Faster. YOU HAVE TO GO FASTER.
Finally lifting an pill out of his pocket, he executed another self-deprecating joke. “Stupid-i-tis.” Best to make the consequence sound like a contagious disease to ward off potential predators. His tactic mimicked that of brightly-coloured frogs. “You’ll get stupid-i-tis if you eat me.” He could alternatively punch the bear through the moon as well, but that would be unnecessarily harsh.
Go go gadget capsule.
Click. Plop. Hiss.
A tap on the button of this capsule was all it took to bring it into action. That added to a light underhanded toss to the ground near him and a plume of steam emerged with the aforementioned sounds. Once it cleared, a six-foot tall refrigerator stood stalwart among the three individuals. Its surface was as white as the driven snow. Its body impressive with a single door to the main body. Its freezer as chilling as-. Well, maybe as Lilith’s frightening aura. But maybe not that much.
Opening the fridge door revealed the young man’s less-than-impressive food supply. Two baguettes sat all on their lonesome in long paper bag at the corner. He had a single sausage on the top shelf. A jar of honey and a smaller container of jam remained next to mozzarella sticks, three tomatoes, and a head of lettuce. Whether he was a bachelor, a serial killer, or simply lacking in Zeni was yet unknown.
“Technology,” he stated with a sigh of relief. His free arm reached in to grasp the loaves of bread. Said bread was brought to balance on top of his other elbow while the boy grasped both bottles of honey and jam in-between his fingers. With a twist and a pop, he began to pour the two condiments slowly on top of the pastries. “Have some of these baguettes instea-” Too fast. They spilled out at a quicker pace than he expected. An exclamation mark almost appeared on top of his head. “Oop- ok fine, just have all of the baguettes.” Which were now drenched in the sauces. Crispy on the outside, stupendously delicious, but nonetheless drenched. They were placed before the bear.
“Aaaaaaand the honey I was saving.” The adolescent added on, disheartened. “Aaaaaaand the strawberry jam.” Russ wondered if mozzarella sticks with raw tomatoes and lettuce amounted to a decent meal. Presumably, that would be accepted with compliance- as with his next chain of action. If not, then the bear was utterly finished. Hence, he only continued with the following in the situation where it did.
Time stood as the greatest factor in this race for knowledge. He only hoped that the display amused her enough to not blast them both. “Right, now there’s more where that came from; and fish; if you follow my orders.” He spoke with clarity and intention. Every one of his words were enunciated to the best of his abilities. “Please tell us about any traps or strange things you’ve seen in the woods while wandering around.”
Fingers were crossed as they resided out of sight. If he was not as durable as Katchin reinforced for the umpteenth time, he might have just broken his fingers by crossing them that hard. Lint disintegrated under the force of his hope. A payer, a blessing, any form of luck. He needed all he could get to potentially aid both witch and bear.
( Word Count : 0, 992 ) [ Total Word Count : 6, 005 ]
Majin Zam