Post by Yakito on May 28, 2024 19:06:23 GMT -5
Yakito exhaled a sigh of relief as he heard Laezi's "decapitated" body hit the pavement with a loud thud. He observed the Majin's scattered head goo - intensely, at first, but a grin soon grew across his lips as the little chunks began to vibrate before quickly snapping back into shape around her neck. "I knew you had it in you." He muttered for no one to hear, for he was the only one left standing in this partially destroyed arena.
"Mh... law enforcement should arrive soon." Seeing the ruckus they had caused and the extent of the damage, Laezi would probably be in deep, deep trouble if Yakito left her here. He felt responsible for her outburst, so he at least owed her a peaceful recovery. Not only that, but he also had no idea if Majins needed specific medical attention. Escorting her to a conventional hospital was out of the question given that the two didn't necessarily have a low profile at the current point in time.
"What to do..." Lost in thought as he retrieved his discarded weight teddy now soiled with grim and dust, Yakito had a flash of genius causing him to smack his lips. He looked back over his shoulder at Laezi's unconscious body.
"I know just the guy." He thought to himself, recalling a certain back-alley doc with an extensive surgeon background. This mysterious, olive-skinned Earthling whose features were always concealed by thick shades and a surgical mask retired from his main line of work after a scandal involving a celebrity. He reconverted himself to a clandestine medic dispensing healthcare for the mob and East City's fighting pits. The dude had crazy knowledge about a ton of Earthling and Alien anatomies, so if Laezi needed somewhere to stay safe his place was probably Yakito's best bet.
East City wasn't exactly next door. Still, with the assistance of the flight disc apparatus woven inside the back fabric of his unitard, Yakito made it in no time. The travel across the ocean allowed things to simmer down with the authorities who lost track of the Earthling that made great use of the different gizmos at his disposal for stealth and locomotion. All that was needed were a few twists and turns in one of East City's crummiest shantytown, and Laezi was expeditiously dumped in a dilapidated factory whose basement was the doc's place of dwelling. The ex-surgeon was given a few zeni by Yakito to ensure that she would remain undisturbed.
On the road again, Yakito could only hope that Laezi's subconscious would remember his words of caution.
Laezi, for all her potential, would be made or broken by her wrath. Only the future would tell which truth would see the light of day.
"Mh... law enforcement should arrive soon." Seeing the ruckus they had caused and the extent of the damage, Laezi would probably be in deep, deep trouble if Yakito left her here. He felt responsible for her outburst, so he at least owed her a peaceful recovery. Not only that, but he also had no idea if Majins needed specific medical attention. Escorting her to a conventional hospital was out of the question given that the two didn't necessarily have a low profile at the current point in time.
"What to do..." Lost in thought as he retrieved his discarded weight teddy now soiled with grim and dust, Yakito had a flash of genius causing him to smack his lips. He looked back over his shoulder at Laezi's unconscious body.
"I know just the guy." He thought to himself, recalling a certain back-alley doc with an extensive surgeon background. This mysterious, olive-skinned Earthling whose features were always concealed by thick shades and a surgical mask retired from his main line of work after a scandal involving a celebrity. He reconverted himself to a clandestine medic dispensing healthcare for the mob and East City's fighting pits. The dude had crazy knowledge about a ton of Earthling and Alien anatomies, so if Laezi needed somewhere to stay safe his place was probably Yakito's best bet.
East City wasn't exactly next door. Still, with the assistance of the flight disc apparatus woven inside the back fabric of his unitard, Yakito made it in no time. The travel across the ocean allowed things to simmer down with the authorities who lost track of the Earthling that made great use of the different gizmos at his disposal for stealth and locomotion. All that was needed were a few twists and turns in one of East City's crummiest shantytown, and Laezi was expeditiously dumped in a dilapidated factory whose basement was the doc's place of dwelling. The ex-surgeon was given a few zeni by Yakito to ensure that she would remain undisturbed.
On the road again, Yakito could only hope that Laezi's subconscious would remember his words of caution.
Laezi, for all her potential, would be made or broken by her wrath. Only the future would tell which truth would see the light of day.
PL: 100,000 (Yakito is in his Base form.)
Notes: Yakito returns to his base form and EXITS the thread.
UT used: N/A
KP: 6/6 (+1) - MP: 0/6 (Reset) - HP: 000/250
Traits: Bare-Knuckle Brawler [ACTIVE], Self-Sacrifice [1/1], Turtle School Secrets [INACTIVE]
Utility Items: Jet Squirrel, Scouter, Weighted Teddy [INACTIVE]
WC: 458
TWC: 3928
Notes: Yakito returns to his base form and EXITS the thread.
UT used: N/A
KP: 6/6 (+1) - MP: 0/6 (Reset) - HP: 000/250
Traits: Bare-Knuckle Brawler [ACTIVE], Self-Sacrifice [1/1], Turtle School Secrets [INACTIVE]
Utility Items: Jet Squirrel, Scouter, Weighted Teddy [INACTIVE]
WC: 458
TWC: 3928