Post by Mori on Aug 1, 2013 12:37:02 GMT -5
The mafia wasn't a bad job, Mori decided. No one got hurt, Mori got paid money, and the world of Vegeta kept spinning. The casino noises grew on the majin, and the sound of the slot machine and the spinning roulette tables began to be his new home. His father's lab, of course, will always be his little hideout, but this was just far too convenient to pass up. The jobs were quick and easy, and it was easy to travel to and from with the Lucky 8 being the central hub. Yes, Mori had it good here. Relaxation time was over, however; it was time to get to work.
Getting off of his bed, Mori began to walk to what he called the 'meeting room,' the place where Steamtrain Broc gave him his little missions. They've been tame, all of them. Deliver special coffee, help someone with some massages, etc. Mori felt good at heart for doing all of these things for people. Broc was a good soul, and he felt honored to be doing all of these things for the man. Broc seemed to be happy too, which made Mori happy. Therefore, it was a perfect relationship. When Mori opened the door, he found Broc already sitting at the table, hands clutched together.
"Sit down, my salmon friend." Smiling, the majin gladly took a seat. The armed guards were elsewhere. It was obvious that Broc trusted the majin if he decided to be alone with him. "I have an easy mission for you today, something that would make both of us very, very happy. All I need you to do is find this man." Taking out a manila folder, he splayed the contents out on the table. Black and white photos of a saiyan male, a scar running along his left cheek.
"Why are these black and white, Broc?" Mori was honestly curious, living in color for so long, he expected everything to be in color.
"That's the man's problem, Mori. He only sees in black and white, and needs a bright flash of a really vibrant color to wake up his senses. His name is Paragus, named after the father of the last legendary super saiyan. Can you do that for me?" Broc collected the pictures back in the folder and put it back in his suit. With his other hand, he held it out in front of the majin, expecting a shake. Stupid kid, the man thought. He's clearing out all of my competition while I sit back and watch. Smiling, Mori shook Broc's hand vigorously.
"I'd love to help you! This man'll be seeing the beautiful world in no time!" Broc grinned, and pushed a button on the table. Mori gasped in awe as the ceiling split apart, metal hinges creaking. Broc made a sweeping motion upwards, and Mori understood perfectly. Using his inborn ability of flight, he shot out of the house, on the prowl for this man named Paragus. Having an idea where to start looking, he flew towards his destination with gusto.
His first destination was the largest hotel in all of Vegeta, simply known as Luggage. Right by the space-dock, this hotel had the most in and out traffic through it, making it a prime place for the wealthy to stay. Mori approached the hotel, sure this is where Paragus would be staying. The people at the hotel, however, didn't have too much to say. They've, for the most part, never heard of this Paragus. Some even advised Mori to stop asking around if he "valued his life." What kind folks! Whenever stopped with that, Mori replied, "I love my life, but thank you for caring!" Always flashing that innocent grin.
Throughout his travels in the hotel, many gave him uncertain glances, others eyed him with seemingly shifty intent. However, Mori was completely oblivious to all of it, too focused on finding Paragus. Slowly, a group of 3 saiyans began to follow majin Mori, 3 rather large men with scowls on their faces. Eventually, one of them walked up to Mori, smiling as best he could. "I'm sorry, but are you looking for Paragus? He's this way, follow me!" Mouth opening in surprise, Mori followed the 3 men who appeared, eager to help his target see color at last.
The three men led him to a back alleyway before they made the first attack. They all nodded at each other before one suddenly turned around and uppercutted Mori straight in the face. The other was behind him, clutched his hands together, and spiked the majin back down onto the ground. Whole body rocked with pain, Mori could do nothing but turn over and watch as the third saiyan stepped on Mori's hand to hold him down while he fired ki blasts into the majin, his face cold and uncaring. "This is what you deserve for dealing with things you have no business in, ugly freak."
Mori couldn't understand what was happening. He was only trying to help... The pain was excruciating, but he was alive. Much to the behest of his assailants, Mori got up slowly, rubbing his head. "You guys are mean! Leave me alone, I just want Paragus to see color!" Hoping that would maybe make them leave, Mori waited, ready to dodge anything that they came with. Unfortunately, it didn't appease the three saiyans. To Mori's shock, it only made it worse. The one that initiated the attack stated, "Paragus is safe in his hideout north of here, but you'll never find it. Alas, you'll never live to see another day.
The saiyan charged, but Mori was ready. The fist that extended seemed to go in slow motion, and Mori swayed under it easily enough. Crouching, he jumped up with an uppercut, propelling himself with his Bukujutsu. The saiyan grunted as he was launched into the air, hitting his head hard. The other two saiyans hesitated, and that was all the time Mori needed. One of them kicked low, but Mori rolled behind him, and locked them both in the same place. The way they were positioned, one was directly behind the other.
Mori opened his mouth wide, and pink ki began to form in his throat. The saiyan in front stuck his hand down Mori's throat, grinning. "How do you like that, you pink son of a bi-" Mori unleashed his mouth cannon, and the man stopped dead in his tracks as he and the saiyan behind him was instantly vaporized. The saiyan that Mori uppercutted wasn't moving, so Mori assumed that he fell asleep. Happy that he was fine, and no one got too hurt, Mori continued on his way, now armed with the knowledge that Paragus was due north.
Upon reaching a suspiciously sketchy building, Mori figured that this was the place. He didn't really feel like exploring the entire building; he knew that Paragus had to be inside somewhere. Flying up above the building proper, Mori charged up another of his mouth cannons. He figured that if one person couldn't see color, everyone who hanged around with him would also have the very same problem. Besides, his head was woozy from getting beaten up, so the simpler the solution, the better. The cannon fired, and the entire building was turned to ash. That day, 40 people in that building died, but Mori was none the wiser.
Back at the casino, Broc was happy as a clam to learn of every colorblind person in the area suddenly being able to see. He put in the usual Zeni in Mori's 'bank account,' and some extra because Mori was so thorough. The majin was fine with that, he just retreated back to his room afterwards, he needed to rest after getting so damaged.
((All done, Zeni please!))
Getting off of his bed, Mori began to walk to what he called the 'meeting room,' the place where Steamtrain Broc gave him his little missions. They've been tame, all of them. Deliver special coffee, help someone with some massages, etc. Mori felt good at heart for doing all of these things for people. Broc was a good soul, and he felt honored to be doing all of these things for the man. Broc seemed to be happy too, which made Mori happy. Therefore, it was a perfect relationship. When Mori opened the door, he found Broc already sitting at the table, hands clutched together.
"Sit down, my salmon friend." Smiling, the majin gladly took a seat. The armed guards were elsewhere. It was obvious that Broc trusted the majin if he decided to be alone with him. "I have an easy mission for you today, something that would make both of us very, very happy. All I need you to do is find this man." Taking out a manila folder, he splayed the contents out on the table. Black and white photos of a saiyan male, a scar running along his left cheek.
"Why are these black and white, Broc?" Mori was honestly curious, living in color for so long, he expected everything to be in color.
"That's the man's problem, Mori. He only sees in black and white, and needs a bright flash of a really vibrant color to wake up his senses. His name is Paragus, named after the father of the last legendary super saiyan. Can you do that for me?" Broc collected the pictures back in the folder and put it back in his suit. With his other hand, he held it out in front of the majin, expecting a shake. Stupid kid, the man thought. He's clearing out all of my competition while I sit back and watch. Smiling, Mori shook Broc's hand vigorously.
"I'd love to help you! This man'll be seeing the beautiful world in no time!" Broc grinned, and pushed a button on the table. Mori gasped in awe as the ceiling split apart, metal hinges creaking. Broc made a sweeping motion upwards, and Mori understood perfectly. Using his inborn ability of flight, he shot out of the house, on the prowl for this man named Paragus. Having an idea where to start looking, he flew towards his destination with gusto.
His first destination was the largest hotel in all of Vegeta, simply known as Luggage. Right by the space-dock, this hotel had the most in and out traffic through it, making it a prime place for the wealthy to stay. Mori approached the hotel, sure this is where Paragus would be staying. The people at the hotel, however, didn't have too much to say. They've, for the most part, never heard of this Paragus. Some even advised Mori to stop asking around if he "valued his life." What kind folks! Whenever stopped with that, Mori replied, "I love my life, but thank you for caring!" Always flashing that innocent grin.
Throughout his travels in the hotel, many gave him uncertain glances, others eyed him with seemingly shifty intent. However, Mori was completely oblivious to all of it, too focused on finding Paragus. Slowly, a group of 3 saiyans began to follow majin Mori, 3 rather large men with scowls on their faces. Eventually, one of them walked up to Mori, smiling as best he could. "I'm sorry, but are you looking for Paragus? He's this way, follow me!" Mouth opening in surprise, Mori followed the 3 men who appeared, eager to help his target see color at last.
The three men led him to a back alleyway before they made the first attack. They all nodded at each other before one suddenly turned around and uppercutted Mori straight in the face. The other was behind him, clutched his hands together, and spiked the majin back down onto the ground. Whole body rocked with pain, Mori could do nothing but turn over and watch as the third saiyan stepped on Mori's hand to hold him down while he fired ki blasts into the majin, his face cold and uncaring. "This is what you deserve for dealing with things you have no business in, ugly freak."
Mori couldn't understand what was happening. He was only trying to help... The pain was excruciating, but he was alive. Much to the behest of his assailants, Mori got up slowly, rubbing his head. "You guys are mean! Leave me alone, I just want Paragus to see color!" Hoping that would maybe make them leave, Mori waited, ready to dodge anything that they came with. Unfortunately, it didn't appease the three saiyans. To Mori's shock, it only made it worse. The one that initiated the attack stated, "Paragus is safe in his hideout north of here, but you'll never find it. Alas, you'll never live to see another day.
The saiyan charged, but Mori was ready. The fist that extended seemed to go in slow motion, and Mori swayed under it easily enough. Crouching, he jumped up with an uppercut, propelling himself with his Bukujutsu. The saiyan grunted as he was launched into the air, hitting his head hard. The other two saiyans hesitated, and that was all the time Mori needed. One of them kicked low, but Mori rolled behind him, and locked them both in the same place. The way they were positioned, one was directly behind the other.
Mori opened his mouth wide, and pink ki began to form in his throat. The saiyan in front stuck his hand down Mori's throat, grinning. "How do you like that, you pink son of a bi-" Mori unleashed his mouth cannon, and the man stopped dead in his tracks as he and the saiyan behind him was instantly vaporized. The saiyan that Mori uppercutted wasn't moving, so Mori assumed that he fell asleep. Happy that he was fine, and no one got too hurt, Mori continued on his way, now armed with the knowledge that Paragus was due north.
Upon reaching a suspiciously sketchy building, Mori figured that this was the place. He didn't really feel like exploring the entire building; he knew that Paragus had to be inside somewhere. Flying up above the building proper, Mori charged up another of his mouth cannons. He figured that if one person couldn't see color, everyone who hanged around with him would also have the very same problem. Besides, his head was woozy from getting beaten up, so the simpler the solution, the better. The cannon fired, and the entire building was turned to ash. That day, 40 people in that building died, but Mori was none the wiser.
Back at the casino, Broc was happy as a clam to learn of every colorblind person in the area suddenly being able to see. He put in the usual Zeni in Mori's 'bank account,' and some extra because Mori was so thorough. The majin was fine with that, he just retreated back to his room afterwards, he needed to rest after getting so damaged.
((All done, Zeni please!))
