Licking One's Wounds [OPEN]

As the sun falls and darkness looms over the illuminated city, from the shadows lurks monsters unseen.

Inside an abandoned building lay the purple majin, still wearing human clothes she had stolen back in East City, with her back flat against the cold stone floor. Central City had not been a fun experience for her so far. Who knew cops could be so persistent against thieves? Not wanting to continue drawing attention to herself after trying to steal that meal from a woman's stroller, she had retreated to the alleyways and hid in this building, waiting for nightfall. The pain in her stomach was harsh and aggrevating, but all she could do was wait it off.

Finally, as the last flickers of light disappeared, Gaffa woke up and rose from the floor. Now that it was dark, she could finally start looking for some food without getting harassed by any do-goods. Slinking out the window, the majin begun her lurk through the dim alley.

And just her luck! Gaffa felt a burst of energy coming from nearby. It disappeared just as quick as it came, but it was enough for the majin to lock on to. Breaking into a sprint, Gaffa would soon happen upon a girl, seemingly passed out in a pile of trash cans. The girl looked absolutely brutalized, with scars and burns exposed through shredded clothing. It seems someone had done the majin a favor of pre-tenderizing the meat! How nice.

Gaffa approached the girl's body and casually nudged it with her foot. "You dead yet?" While eating dead bodies wasn't exactly something the majin was against, it was always more satisfying and, according to her father, more beneficial to consume living things. Something about 'absorbing their energy'.

Everything hurt so much. By then, Kon was still struggling to keep her eyes open. She had an urge to just sleep, and for a moment her body did give into the demand despite knowing that her safety was at risk and capture was at every corner. With the adrenaline and most of her energy completely down the drain though, it was so difficult to actually force herself to do that. When she came to, she felt something nudging her side, causing her to wince in pain as it hit one of the deeper bruises on her side. She let out a small groan as she tried to push herself to the side to see who it was.

It was some weird purple figure that looked more like a fuzzy outline than an actual person. Was this the police? She couldn't exactly hear what they said, only that their mouth moved. Nonetheless she was still in no condition to fight back after using up all her energy to escape the beast. Either way, she wanted no business with the thing regardless of whether they were trying to take her in or help her. "Leave me alone," she managed to croak as she forced herself on her back and attempted to push herself upward to no avail. Wow, she was really drained out of energy. Never in her entire life had Kon really wanted the assistance of a fellow Dirty Snake to help her out. All she wanted right now was a hot meal and a soft bed but instead she was left at the mercy of this thing.

What was that?

There was another voice but like the first one, it was muted and difficult for her to hear. It was probably backup that the purple thing called. Well, Kon's life was over and there was no way in hell she was pulling a second prison escape. At the very least she looked quite good in orange...

Well that was odd... The Heran had never met a Majin that could resist their hunger like this, judging by the literally audible growls coming from its stomach region. Especially when faced with practically a free meal like this Saiyan was providing. He almost felt pity for the lump of sentient goo.

Almost.

This could of course also be some kind of trick or trap that it was setting up. He would keep an eye on the Majin rummaging through the human trash as he slowly approached the Saiyan on the ground. Now that he was closer to the girl, and he could definitely tell it was a female Saiyan albeit without the usual spiky hair their race generally had... she was definitely fucked up. And her damage definitely seemed consistent with what he had experienced and witnessed himself with Slayg.

Now, the question before him was this. Was she one of those Saiyans who got a serious power boost after almost being killed, or one of the "noble bloods" as they call themselves. From the flickering power surges he could feel from her, she was definitely stronger than he was... And if she had taken this much of a beating from Slayg, that was a bit concerning. It meant that the old dragon bastard was regaining his former power at a far faster rate than Erbia was increasing his own.

First things first though, he had to get this kid back to his ship. Erbia tried to hoist the Saiyan girl up and over onto his shoulders, akin to a sack of potatoes. "Rass, I'm bringing back a guest. Ready the med pod alright? And make sure the windows are blacked out. This ones still got her tail." the Heran called over the Scouter, practically feeling the raised eyebrow from his second in command before she gave the affirmative and ended the transmission.

He began to make his way out of the alleyway when he stopped and glanced back over to the absolutely hungry Majin. A good chunk of his brain was telling him to leave the thing alone, that it was none of his concern... But he'd already allowed one monster to go free unchecked and it had resulted in the Saiyan girl he was currently helping. "Oh I am so going to fucking regret this..." he grumbled to himself, sighing before he looked at the Majin proper.

"Oi Majin. If you're looking for a decent meal that isn't literal garbage, I've got enough grub on my ship to feed a patrol of Saiyans." the Heran offered, already regretting opening his damned mouth. Rassica was going to have an absolute field day with this. "Only fair since I took this meal from you."

Thread PL: 20,000 | Items: Sparking Water, Turbo Energy Drink, Scouter

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For the past few hours, Derry has head absolutely nothing from Kon. He presumed she went out into the wilderness again to do some more training despite the fact that the Dirty Snakes had a gym back at HQ. This time, however, she's been gone for an exceptionally long amount of time, and Derry couldn't help but get a bit worried about the safety of one of his elite members. Despite the fact that Kon absolutely loathes Derry, he couldn't help but have a bit of a soft spot for the little saiyan. She was basically his responsibility at this point, whether either of them liked it or not.

From what some of his informants have told him, Kon's ki signature has been blipping in and out in Central City, so at least she was somewhat nearby. Thankfully it was getting dark soon so Derry doesn't have to bother attempting to put himself inside of his disguise, though he wouldn't have done so regardless. If anything, he could only have a few more minutes until Kon goes completely silent, and that's the last thing the crime boss needs. Derry grabs a scouter from his desk and rushes out of the HQ front doors, now scanning the area for Kon's signature. Sure enough, he detects a power level of five that keeps flickering to eight thousand every now and the. That had to be Kon.

A few blocks away from the HQ, the scouter indicates that the flickering power level is within an alleyway, but something was very wrong: She wasn't alone. From what his scouter reads out, there were three other individuals where Kon was, as one was sitting at five thousand, a second at almost seven thousand, and a third at twelve thousand. Were they the ones responsible for Kon's flickering? Derry doesn't have time to think about this as he rushes in to see just what was going on.

He was greeted by a rather strange site: A purple Majin, a Heran, and a Shinjin were all standing around talking among each other while Kon was being carried by the Heran. Derry's eyes widen as he now sees why Kon's power level keeps flickering occasionally. Her body was covered in burns and she had some deep cuts across her entire body. How dare they lay their hands on Kon?! "You three!" Derry shouts as he points towards the three individuals in the alleyway, "What the hell have you done to her!?" Derry didn't care about how strong and tough they were. If they have any intentions on harming Kon, he'll make sure they rot in hell. He is, of course, oblivious to the fact that they could just be trying to help her, but all that really mattered to him was making sure Kon was safe.

In an unforeseen turn of events, the majin was taken aback at how much food was suddenly being offered in her direction. Not only did the guy she was annoyed at for taking her first meal of the day mention having a bunch of stuff to eat, this purple-haired weirdo that just showed up just said to take the food she had on her. Immediately, Gaffa was next to the purple-haired girl, bag ripped out of her hands as she scarfed the entire contents within seconds, along with the bag. Giving the girl a side-eye to watch her, not out of hostility but more out of hoping she wasn't useless outside of that, she spoke back to the guy.

"I'll go. Where is this 'ship'? Didn't think there were any boats nearby." The majin was unfamiliar with space travel, and had no concept of what a spaceship was. She hadn't been in society long enough to learn about how open Earth had gotten with intergalactic visitors.

And before she could get any further, some pink-haired nobody had showed up to the alleyway. He had a dumb-looking machine on his face, and before anyone could say anything the dude started to shout at them.

The majin was already annoyed about how side-tracked her attempts at getting food were getting. Plus, if orange-head here gets bothered it's unlikely Gaffa can find out where his 'ship' is. She raised a finger at the newest visitor, the tip of it lit with a green fire. "Dinner or death? Pick."

Oh. Wow. There was... a lot of people here. To the point that the rather extremely shy Phakk found herself backing up a little, after her healing was done. She didn't mind the Majinn ripping the bag of food out of her hands, as she knew that with Bobbi they could get... preeeetttyyy hungry. "W-well..." The shinjin starts, looking between them all. It seemed like Erbia had this mostly in hand, a-and that pink haired man seemed... very angry. And the Majin was kind of... also mad. Yeah... this didn't seem like her scene. Stepping forward again, she makes sure to heal the wounded one a little more, taking care of any leftover booboos. "I think they'll be fine for now. And if you liked that food, mister Majin, the truck selling them is just down the road!" She gives the pink gum person a bright smile, then backs off again. 

"I was just making sure they were fine. Being hurt really... h-hurts." Wow. Nice job on the English. "A-anyway, I'll see you around, Erbia!" And jst like that, Phakk moved to extricate herself from the whole situation. It had a lot of people, and seemed... volatile in a way. Which could be pretty dangerous for anyone involved if she lost control. Thus! It was best to leave. With a final wave, she begins to walk her way back down the street, night wind ruffling through her dress.

Phakk attempts to exit the thread. People be mad n that's scary-

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Oh great, even more yelling that she could hardly even register to begin with. Although granted now that the pain from her wounds were subsiding, she was growing more and more lucid. From the conversation between both the purple figure and now this blue figure, there was only one word that stood out to her. 

Slayg. 

So that was the name of the bastard that tried to make her his dinner and got her this roughed up to begin with. Kon never had really thought about how she didn't know his name, only referring to him as dragon in addition to the many other unflattering nicknames that she gave him in his head. Nonetheless, the heran seemed familiar with the creature, and as curious as she was to gain more knowledge about him, she simply wasn't in the state to be asking anymore questions than she already had.

Still, he planned to take her back to his ship, getting her more medical attention. Wait, sure she was injured, but Kon wasn't sure exactly whether or not she was willing to go with a stranger so willy nilly. By now the magic had run its course, getting rid of most of the wounds that were on her body and she found herself able to shift around without much pain. As the last of her wounds completely disappeared, Kon found herself aware of what was happening with all of this. The purple figure over there... well she didn't know exactly what she was to begin with but considering what was happening earlier, she wasn't sure if she was keen to find out to begin with. Then of course were the other three involved. 

As the argument continued, the girl who healed her seemed to be afraid of the situation running away. Well, it was her fault for getting into this situation. If she were to join something like this without knowledge that things could turn south quickly, tough luck. Still, Kon begrudgingly was grateful for the fact that she was no longer just a battered piece of meat waiting to be served up and with that she would then attempt to push herself off the blue person's shoulder. "I'm fine," she grumbled as she tried to squirm out rather roughly. She hated this feeling of being babied, even though she was severely injured only moments ago. 

Regardless of whether she was successful or not, she couldn't help but give a displeased scoff at Derry as he furiously regarded both the purple thing and the blue person. "Why don't you mind your own business for once. The trouble I get in is none of your business. Go back to doing your dumb shit or whatever." She said, rolling her eyes. She hated being the center of all this attention, especially when it was for something as dumb as this. Why couldn't people just leave her alone for once.