Post by Serori Yakedo-Satsumaimo on May 10, 2012 16:21:10 GMT -5
It was a new day, with the same sun, same sky, same Earth. Things were neither looking up nor down for Serori, as she waited to hear from her master Suki. She could only assume that he and the others were on the other side of the planet, while she...well, lazed about in Metropolis Island. It wasn't her fault, she was trying to aid in his efforts, but so far to no avail. She had, at the same time, both accomplished much, and accomplished nothing at all.
She left the clothes shop to Ms. Miranda for the day, telling her she was taking the day off. Serori had been cramped in that building for a while, having had nothing to do except help around the shop. Clothing was definitely not her forte.
Walking around a little bit, Serori went to the market place. She liked it here, full of the shouting of people, melding together into one sound, and somehow making it easier to think. The smells permeated the air, filling Serori's nostrils. Everyday there was a different smell, as different things were being sold. The sights of so many different kinds of people as well, from all over the Earth they came, dressed in funny clothings, wearing odd garbs. But there were always the sneaky ones, who liked to pickpocket the unwary, and it was one of these people whom "accidentally" bumped into Serori.
"My bad," the young man spoke, turning away and quickly walking in another direction. Serori kept her eye on him, following, while checking her pockets. There was some zeni missing, and so she took off after him. He must have heard her, as he started running right after she did. Through the crowds they weaved, ducked, bobbed, the young Saiyan woman just managing to keep up with him. This urchin must know the streets like the back of his hand. 'Or have a map of the street on the back of his hand,' Serori mused to herself.
Through crowds, stalls, alleys, buildings, the chase continued on. Once Serori lost sight of the man, she activated her bukujutsu, and flew over the tops of everything, better to see him. The running man was easily distinguishable, being the fastest moving object on the ground. He was looking behind himself, checking if Serori was still there. Since he saw nothing, he slipped into an alley, and continued at a leisurely pace. Serori followed him, hoping to trap him somewhere.
What she wasn't expecting was him to lead her to a hideout of some thugs. He walked into what, to Serori, looked like a solid wall. Perplexed, she had to fly down and investigate.
What to the unwary eye looked solid enough of a brick wall turned out to be two walls, placed one in front of the other, of varying brick sizes, resulting in an optical illusion. It was actually a passage into a hidden building. Serori tiptoed in, and stopped when she heard voices.
"Big Boss, I have my weekly dues..." This sounded like the voice of the man who had apologized to Serori when he bumped into her. It was a poor sounding voice, one belonging to a man who had a family and kids, but was unable to support them financially.
"Yes, these seem to be in order...only one thing." This voice was big, had an accent, seemed used to giving orders that were received and done without question. The voice gave the image of a big, richly dressed man.
"W-what would that be, Boss?"
"You appear to be...let me count...1, 7, carry the five...ten days late, I believe."
"Sir, I, I did my best, I couldn't get it in on time, I had no way..."
"You know what we do to people who are late?" There was a pause, and some moaning. What sounded like two people walked closer to the opening of the building, and Serori shrank back. There was more moaning and whimpering.
"They get a warning." There was an audible release of breath.
" Thank you, Boss, I..." He was cut off by a scream, and a metallic noise.
"For each day you were late." There was stammering, a quick rustle of feet, the same metallic noise, another scream. It was time for an intervention.
Serori stepped out from behind the wall. She saw the man she'd been chasing curled into a fetal position, two big muscled men on either side with ripped sleeves and blue jeans. one of them was holding a pair of hedge clippers, while the other one was hitting and kicking the man trying to get at his hand. Both had their backs turned to her. She crept up behind the one with the shears, grabbed him around the neck, and flipped him sideways onto his back. This got the attention of the other man, who took one glance at Serori, and hooked a swing at her. Serori ducked, and came back up with an uppercut to his jaw, sending him backwards, hitting the floor. There was a cock of a gun, and Serori faced further into the room.
Her suspicions had been right, the man was fairly big, and definitely well dressed. He had gold necklaces and other miscellaneous jewelry covering every inch of available skin, save for his head. He wore a black suit, and Serori was pretty confident that his thickness wasn't fat, but mostly muscle. What had made the sound was a light machine gun in his hand, pointed right at Serori.
"Nobody interferes with the affairs of Big Boss, young lady. You're pretty, and you dealt with my goons fairly well, so I'll give you two choices before I'll shoot you: leave, or join me. You've got five seconds to make your choice." Serori tried raising a hand, but the man held the gun up. "Ah, ah, making a decision doesn't require the likes of you to move, although it may for my goons, brawn over brains. Three seconds." Serori was at a loss for what to do, until she remembered what she'd learned about herself while unconscious on Suki's ship. She could move small objects with telepathy! And she was slightly stronger since then, so she could potentially move heavier objects.
The floor was a dirt floor, hadn't been cleared in order to be made the headquarters for the Big Boss. There were plenty of rocks, all she had to do was concentrate, move just one...
There was a sound from behind the Boss, and he turned, and in his one moment of hesitation, Serori was upon him like a pack of wildebeasts on a river. She punched him hard in the cheek, heard a crack, and his head turned, blood and spittle mixed coming out of his mouth. He fell to the ground, rubbed his cheek. The gun was out of his hands and as he reached for it, Serori stomped on his wrist, rubbing her hand. The punch had hurt her, probably more than the man.
"What are you going to do to -ME-!!" His voice spiked up several octaves on the last word, because Serori had kicked him hard in the groin. She spat on his cringed face.
"It's people like you who make me sick. People like you that are what's wrong with this world. If you don't want me to come back, you will discontinue this operation. Turning yourself over to the police is optional, but highly recommended. Do you understand me?" There was no response coming from the balled up man, but Serori took that as a yes. Walking over to the other man, she crouched down and placed her hand on him. He immediately started shaking, and moaning again, but Serori shhed him to try to calm him down.
"I've dealt with the other people. All I want is for you to give me the money you took, and I'll take you to the hospital." He looked up, face ashen white. He nodded, stood up shakily, handed over the money, and Serori put his arm with the uninjured hand around her shoulders, not looking at the bloody stumps where his fingers used to be.
She took him to the hospital as promised, but when asked what had happened, refused to give any information. Serori was not one to break a promise, even with a criminal. Once everything was checked out, she left, and took the skies.
'What an odd day,' she thought. 'I never thought this kind of thing would happ
en to me.'
(Finished pl please)
She left the clothes shop to Ms. Miranda for the day, telling her she was taking the day off. Serori had been cramped in that building for a while, having had nothing to do except help around the shop. Clothing was definitely not her forte.
Walking around a little bit, Serori went to the market place. She liked it here, full of the shouting of people, melding together into one sound, and somehow making it easier to think. The smells permeated the air, filling Serori's nostrils. Everyday there was a different smell, as different things were being sold. The sights of so many different kinds of people as well, from all over the Earth they came, dressed in funny clothings, wearing odd garbs. But there were always the sneaky ones, who liked to pickpocket the unwary, and it was one of these people whom "accidentally" bumped into Serori.
"My bad," the young man spoke, turning away and quickly walking in another direction. Serori kept her eye on him, following, while checking her pockets. There was some zeni missing, and so she took off after him. He must have heard her, as he started running right after she did. Through the crowds they weaved, ducked, bobbed, the young Saiyan woman just managing to keep up with him. This urchin must know the streets like the back of his hand. 'Or have a map of the street on the back of his hand,' Serori mused to herself.
Through crowds, stalls, alleys, buildings, the chase continued on. Once Serori lost sight of the man, she activated her bukujutsu, and flew over the tops of everything, better to see him. The running man was easily distinguishable, being the fastest moving object on the ground. He was looking behind himself, checking if Serori was still there. Since he saw nothing, he slipped into an alley, and continued at a leisurely pace. Serori followed him, hoping to trap him somewhere.
What she wasn't expecting was him to lead her to a hideout of some thugs. He walked into what, to Serori, looked like a solid wall. Perplexed, she had to fly down and investigate.
What to the unwary eye looked solid enough of a brick wall turned out to be two walls, placed one in front of the other, of varying brick sizes, resulting in an optical illusion. It was actually a passage into a hidden building. Serori tiptoed in, and stopped when she heard voices.
"Big Boss, I have my weekly dues..." This sounded like the voice of the man who had apologized to Serori when he bumped into her. It was a poor sounding voice, one belonging to a man who had a family and kids, but was unable to support them financially.
"Yes, these seem to be in order...only one thing." This voice was big, had an accent, seemed used to giving orders that were received and done without question. The voice gave the image of a big, richly dressed man.
"W-what would that be, Boss?"
"You appear to be...let me count...1, 7, carry the five...ten days late, I believe."
"Sir, I, I did my best, I couldn't get it in on time, I had no way..."
"You know what we do to people who are late?" There was a pause, and some moaning. What sounded like two people walked closer to the opening of the building, and Serori shrank back. There was more moaning and whimpering.
"They get a warning." There was an audible release of breath.
" Thank you, Boss, I..." He was cut off by a scream, and a metallic noise.
"For each day you were late." There was stammering, a quick rustle of feet, the same metallic noise, another scream. It was time for an intervention.
Serori stepped out from behind the wall. She saw the man she'd been chasing curled into a fetal position, two big muscled men on either side with ripped sleeves and blue jeans. one of them was holding a pair of hedge clippers, while the other one was hitting and kicking the man trying to get at his hand. Both had their backs turned to her. She crept up behind the one with the shears, grabbed him around the neck, and flipped him sideways onto his back. This got the attention of the other man, who took one glance at Serori, and hooked a swing at her. Serori ducked, and came back up with an uppercut to his jaw, sending him backwards, hitting the floor. There was a cock of a gun, and Serori faced further into the room.
Her suspicions had been right, the man was fairly big, and definitely well dressed. He had gold necklaces and other miscellaneous jewelry covering every inch of available skin, save for his head. He wore a black suit, and Serori was pretty confident that his thickness wasn't fat, but mostly muscle. What had made the sound was a light machine gun in his hand, pointed right at Serori.
"Nobody interferes with the affairs of Big Boss, young lady. You're pretty, and you dealt with my goons fairly well, so I'll give you two choices before I'll shoot you: leave, or join me. You've got five seconds to make your choice." Serori tried raising a hand, but the man held the gun up. "Ah, ah, making a decision doesn't require the likes of you to move, although it may for my goons, brawn over brains. Three seconds." Serori was at a loss for what to do, until she remembered what she'd learned about herself while unconscious on Suki's ship. She could move small objects with telepathy! And she was slightly stronger since then, so she could potentially move heavier objects.
The floor was a dirt floor, hadn't been cleared in order to be made the headquarters for the Big Boss. There were plenty of rocks, all she had to do was concentrate, move just one...
There was a sound from behind the Boss, and he turned, and in his one moment of hesitation, Serori was upon him like a pack of wildebeasts on a river. She punched him hard in the cheek, heard a crack, and his head turned, blood and spittle mixed coming out of his mouth. He fell to the ground, rubbed his cheek. The gun was out of his hands and as he reached for it, Serori stomped on his wrist, rubbing her hand. The punch had hurt her, probably more than the man.
"What are you going to do to -ME-!!" His voice spiked up several octaves on the last word, because Serori had kicked him hard in the groin. She spat on his cringed face.
"It's people like you who make me sick. People like you that are what's wrong with this world. If you don't want me to come back, you will discontinue this operation. Turning yourself over to the police is optional, but highly recommended. Do you understand me?" There was no response coming from the balled up man, but Serori took that as a yes. Walking over to the other man, she crouched down and placed her hand on him. He immediately started shaking, and moaning again, but Serori shhed him to try to calm him down.
"I've dealt with the other people. All I want is for you to give me the money you took, and I'll take you to the hospital." He looked up, face ashen white. He nodded, stood up shakily, handed over the money, and Serori put his arm with the uninjured hand around her shoulders, not looking at the bloody stumps where his fingers used to be.
She took him to the hospital as promised, but when asked what had happened, refused to give any information. Serori was not one to break a promise, even with a criminal. Once everything was checked out, she left, and took the skies.
'What an odd day,' she thought. 'I never thought this kind of thing would happ
en to me.'
(Finished pl please)
Jorlaxl, master of crane.