Sunday Driver (Open)

Oh no, oh no! Things were getting bad for him now. In his desire to do good, he failed miserably and was now a treat that garnered everyone’s attention. While not the shy kind, he was still at a loss about what to do. Like a cornered prey, he was looking for an exit, somewhere, anywhere, where he could flee. He should’ve figured that stealing someone’s appointment would lead him down that path! But it seemed so easy!

That pink guy showing up only made sure things would worsen for him. Calling him name, claiming that the cyclist was under his protection. Just what were the chances of it happening in the first place? Now, he was getting annoyed.

“Hey, this is his fault! He ran into me!”

He really didn’t feel at fault at this moment, but apparently everyone else thought the opposite. After the pink guy, there was a green guy coming at him!

“Does everyone has it for me on this planet? Raaah, you guys piss me off!”

Grabbing the car with the examiner still in it, he chucked the vehicle at Megis.

“How about you save her instead, huh!”

And hopefully, while the pink guy would be busy, he could try another tactic he had learned on Earth. Intimidation! Turning towards Saiba-Ban, he puffed his chest, crossing his arms.

“Surely you small fry would not try and stop the great Dosu, hmm?”

With his temper slowly worsening and the situation he kept digging himself into, he had a hunch he wouldn't get out of it so easily. Not that he wanted to cause trouble, everything so far had been outside of his comfort zone and he couldn't do anything about it. SOmehow, conflict would be inevitable.

"Know that I can take both you and that other guy without breaking a sweat!"

To be fair, he didn't know. But they looked weak and small. And he was big and strong.

A clean strike, ripping the head right off. It was over, but due to his actions he would now bring only more problems to himself. Suffice to say, he would need to go, and soon. Looking around, people were getting even more scared, some of them filming the scene, though Dosu simply wondered why they were brandishing their pocket rectangles like that.

He tried shaking off the goo stuck to his hand once, then twice. It wouldn’t come off. He repeated the sequence, this time with much more vigor. Damn, that thing was stuck to his hand! It was squishy and gooey. He crouched, in an attempt to scrape it off his hand using the asphalt, to no avail.

“Erk, just what was he made of?”

To his great surprise, the chunk of flesh reformed into a head and started talking to him. Instinctively, he punched it with his other fist. Megis’ mention of sorcerers caught his attention as he apparently searched for them. Pretty strange, considering the pink goo was one of them, but whatever.

“If you’re not looking for a fight, then don’t get in my way in the first place! Of course I know about sorcerers! There’s one stuck to my hand right now! People like you who can float, survive decapitation or shoot out primordial life force out of their bare hands! Y’all are a bunch of sorcerers. Or shamans. Or whatever. Thinking you are sooo strong because you can do these tricks. Well, I sure don’t need any of that!”

He was, of course, in a perpetual state of jealousy for not being granted the ability to draw from his own life force, unlike most people. Not that he had not trained, no, quite the opposite. Somehow, it seemed as if he was not born with any to begin with. Barely enough to be considered a living being. No amount of training had ever changed that. Which is why they could only sense a normal man’s worth of power emanating from him.

“Now get away from me won’t you! Just die in peace!”

Apparently, the green guy couldn’t bear the shame of admitting his inferiority and went back on his words.

“Reasonable? This entire situation isn’t reasonable! Someone gets in my way, I hit him and it’s my fault?? Then I cut off that pink guy’s head and he won’t die?? Bleh, your society sucks. I don’t have no time to check up on anyone. I just let nature do its thing. And…”

And what? Wait, what did he say?

“...What’s a registration?”

City nerds and their big words. What a pain.

“Whatever that is, I didn’t do any of that. And I don’t intend to. What are you gonna do about that, huh?”

The young adult stood there, almost in a provocative manner in front of Saiba-ban.