Law and Chaos

Thread PL: 100,000
Items: Badman Shirt

---

Yogu's crummy little pod touched down in the East City spaceport. It was a dilapidated Namekian relic, something he'd bought for a handful of Zeni, a poor decision hastily made in the wake of the news about Earth. Getting out of the ship, he half expected to be apprehended by police for his criminal record and for not being a registered ki user. However, his name got him through, and they regarded him with an almost fearful politeness. Yogu wondered if people knew what he'd done in Central City or if his connection to the president again caused this reaction.

The Dragon's Law was in effect. Nothing about the law sat right with him. Chomei was becoming just like the last guy, but worse. Monster's voice entered his mind: "You're forgetting your angle in all of this. We helped add to the body count that incited this law. Two thousand... How many do you think were by our hand?" It took everything Yogu had in him not to break out into a screaming, thrashing fit in the spaceport. Unable to muster a measured response to the thing stuck in his brain, he stumbled out onto the streets of East City. "Cat got your tongue, boy? Well, fine then, I'll get into it. You don't care about rebelling against an encroaching fascist military state run by your dear cousin or whatever it is you think you're going to do by coming back here. You're scared. You know your destiny lies on Konats with me and the Kashvar. This, like with Namek, is mere distraction."

There was an ever-present unease that followed Yogu about the city. Was this the result of Chomei's decree, the aftermath of the Central City attack, or that ever-present third option of it being the constant mental assault Monster wages on him? He'd left Earth as quickly as possible after waking up in the wake of all that destruction—maybe this was the consequence of his actions. Not his, Monster's. Every waking moment made it harder to distance himself from that thing. And sometimes even the sleeping moments. "I know you've seen it in your dreams as of late, son of Konats. The down under of your true homeland. Lurking in that deep dark is the yawning void, the twilit beyond, Ginnungagap, whatever name makes sense to your pea brain! We will go there, we must, all my thought and will is bent on-"

"Dude, will you SHUT UP?!" Yogu screams as he turns down an alley. He puts his back to the wall and hunches over to catch a breath. Listening to that takes a lot out of you. "The fuck are you talking about right now, man? Get a grip! All that weird demon shit doesn't mean anything to me. Yeah, I've been havin' weird dreams, but-"

Suddenly, a knife was at his throat. Looking up, Yogu found that he was being jumped. "See, Monster, look at what all your crazy attracts!" Before the guy can even start on the whole gimme your cash thing, Yogu throws a kick into his chest. The thug slams into the wall opposite Yogu and falls into a heap. "Who the hell tries to mug the dirty dude yellin' at himself in an alleyway?!" He shouts at the two goons the nasty dude had with him. "Maybe openin' up martial arts schools like Chomei plans would be good. It'd stop dumbasses like you guys from tryin' this stuff." Or create a bunch more of them, but stronger. What a shitty day this was turning out to be. At least it couldn't possibly get worse.

---

Hi

Total WC: 604