Dragon Ball RP, Chapter 1 - Hilariously Derailing One-Liner - Page 2

Astral Harmony · 08-19-2011, 08:16 PM

"Maybe it's blackmail," Robyn guessed. "Like, perhaps they have a really embarrassing photograph that they used to coerce them into getting kidnapped. Or maybe they know something too embarrassing for the media to know, like one of them is really a convincingly crossdressed effiminate guy. Or maybe one of them has a secret half-breed love child."

Grasping at straws was all well and good, but the fact remained that they just didn't have any information to make accurate speculations. "But, anyways, we should really get going. The weekend isn't too far off and I doubt the kidnappers are letting their captives rehearse for the event."

Dracorion · 08-19-2011, 09:12 PM

Solomon frowned as he leaned against the wall. Bad enough that this Fajita guy considered a professional like him to cost the same as the rest of these chumps. But if he was hiding something, that changed things.

"The doctor's got a point. I don't really care why you're lying, but the fact is you're already paying us crap. If you're going to keep something from us, that's an extra fifty."

Normally, Sol would shake him down for more, but he figured he could outperform the rest of these losers, impress the girls and, heh, get his money's worth from them.

Inbred Chocobo · 08-19-2011, 10:58 PM

Mack wanted to start punching people as they complained about money. They didn't really seem to care about the details as long as they got paid. He was lightened up a bit when one offered to go down to just 10 thousand zeny, but he was just going to have to deal with their attitudes. The only good thing was once the initial burst was over they started working out what happened. Mack decided to chip in as well.

"I doubt the girls worked alone either in rehearsal, normally their is some kind of crew for the sound and setting up stage. Do we have anyone there that saw anything?" Mack added in. He was hoping he could get lost in the investigation he wouldn't have to think too hard with who he was with.

Intern Nin · 08-20-2011, 06:51 PM

"You're not very good at listening are you, Eightman? Mr. Carnita just said they disappeared during the rehearsal, not a group of thugs stormed the stadium and made off with them at gunpoint. Nobody saw them get abducted, so you'd be wasting time interrogating stagehands."

A tall young man with a grey mohawk, squinty eyes, and a perpetual grin stepped out from behind Mr Fajita. This is quite a surprise seeing as how no one there saw this man come in, and believe me, they would have remembered seeing him. He was easily one of the strangest dressed individuals here; garbed in a chest plate with a large metal turtle shell attached to it, blue undershirt, purple mittens, black karate training shoes, a hood modeled after a popular video game character that covers the entire face when put up, two drill shaped bagh nakh holstered on his sides, and a speedo.

"Hi! I'm here about that employment opportunity, the one advertised in fine social establishments such as the Spacey's down in midtown. Sorry I'm late, but there are so many security cameras around here and I'm just not very photogenic. None in this room though, so that's good." said the odd fellow as he scratched his head sheepishly.

"Anyways, I'm perfectly fine with the amount you're offering, sir. Besides, doing the right thing is it's own reward. And sometimes you end up finding a few surprise rewards on the way to that reward." He lifted his from his scalp to reveal a large wad of bracelets and band watches clutched in his hand. "You all have great taste in wrist-wear, by the way. Especially you, Mr Falafelpita." He held up his other hand and dangled a solid gold luxary watch. With a giddy chuckle, tossed each article back to their respective owners and went back to scratching his head.

"Heheh, just a little joke to break the ice. Now we can all laugh and be friends, hmm?" He clasped his hand together and looked around the room, as if expecting everyone to start smiling back at him. Things did not go as expected.

"Gee, I guess big city folk don't seem to have much of a sense of humor. Heheheheh...heh. Hmm, I might be wrong but if that girl has as big a chi as the old-timer says she has, it probably wouldn't too hard to sense her, would it?"

Toastburner B · 08-20-2011, 11:01 PM

Guy sat off to one side of the group, his arms folded, a serious look on his face.

He had been quiet this entire time...not because he didn't have anything to say, but because he was afraid that if he said something before he had time to think about it, he would be shoehorned in as the cheap comedy relief of the group. That was really the last thing he wanted to be.

He also grew steady more depressed the longer he sat in the group. At first, he was thrilled to be part of such an undertaking, and proud that out of all the fighters in the world that could have been chosen to part of the team, he had been picked. At least, he was thrilled until he started to work through the names of other tournament fighters and knew, and quickly realized that everyone with a higher rank than him was otherwise indisposed at the moment.

So, Guy sat quietly, trying to convince himself that "best fighter that wasn't doing something else at the moment" was still an alright title.

Arhra · 08-21-2011, 08:49 AM

Guava was on a stakeout.

Her stomach growled. She could really do with a steak, come to think of it. But the requirements of stakeouts were harsh and unmerciful and the requirements of her stomach marginally less so. It was being overruled for now.

Guava was stalking a pair of goons. Both wore poorly tailored cheap suits. One was tall and thin, the other squat and fat. They looked like the number 10 when they stood together.

They were buying hotdogs, damn their eyes.

It had been a lucky break. She'd happened to overhear their conversation about something they'd helped steal that was going to make them rich. It had been a simple deduction.

What had three stars and was valuable to some sort of organised crime syndicate?

One of the fabled dragon balls!

There'd also been stuff she hadn't got, something about fajitas and rehearsals and some girl named Cherry. It was probably irrelevent though.

So for this reason she was perched on a rooftop, watching some goons amble along waiting for them to go back to whatever hole they'd crawled out of.

Get back there soon, damnit!

POS Industries · 08-22-2011, 01:57 AM

Mr. Fajita jumped in surprise at the strangely-dressed gentleman that had suddenly appeared behind him, his body tensing every muscle to the point that it nearly broke the pencil he was holding in two. Letting out a deep breath, he smoothed his hair and adjusted his sunglasses, content for the moment that the archer woman was making arrangements with the alien to placate his demand for higher pay while he continued briefing the help.

"Yes, well, you see," he grinned a bit sheepishly, "Miss Sweets--well, 'Sweets' is just a stage name, actually--has been asked by the company to try her best to keep the use of her... abilities... to a minimum of roughly never. As impressive as they may be, it turns out that our focus group testing shows that audiences typically find the risk of being vaporized, eaten, or otherwise brutally beaten by an artist in the event that they don't clap loudly enough to be ultimately unappealing. Image is everything in this business, after all!"

He tapped the pencil on the desk a couple times before setting it back down, "For what it's worth, it's for this very reason that we're pretty sure the girls are still safe. Sala's a good girl but, while she's certainly brighter than the average majin, she's probably taking our request regarding her powers a bit more literally than she has to. But if she or the others were in any immediate danger, I'm sure she'd act, and since there haven't been any reports of explosions anywhere in the city since their disappearance, I'd say the odds are good that nothing has gone wrong. Yet."

Inbred Chocobo · 08-22-2011, 11:43 AM

"Its possible someone could have heard a noise, or saw the shadow of the figure appear. Maybe someone saw a vehicle they were unfamiliar with, and could give us a description. Perhaps someone saw someone they normally know that acted a bit off than normal, or perhaps someone has a point in time in their memory where they couldn't remember anything. Trust me, what little information to gain from asking around, even if it is completely and utterly that everything was normal and nothing was strange is worth asking for." Mack replied to the comment discrediting him asking about witnesses. If anything else, understanding how the disappearance occurred would give a sense of what whoever they are after is capable of.

"A few other questions for you Mr Fajita. How were you contacted by the kidnappers? I imagine they just didn't give you a call on your phone did they? You said they demanded something that you couldn't give up either, just what are they demanding?" Mack had actually pulled out a small notepad with a pen and had starting taking notes about what was said so far. If he was going to do this investigation, by god he was going to do it right.

Arcanum · 08-22-2011, 10:06 PM

Jake had been content to say nothing so far. Most of the briefing was just pointless bickering, though he had to admire the police officer's determination to keep things on track as the others demanded more money for their "invaluable" services. Jake was perfectly content with the amount. It was enough for him to live comfortably for the next several months while he continued his training. He might even start traveling again and look for a new master to train under, though he would decide on that when the time came. For now he needed to help keep this job on track.

"Also how long did it take for them to contact you after the girls went missing? If we figure out what they used for transportation we can narrow down our search. Unless the good doctor here has some exceptionally good ki sensing equipment, I doubt any of us will be able to pin-point the location of a majin who was told to keep up the appearance of a non-fighter."

Overcast · 08-23-2011, 04:08 AM

"Ki sensing equipment has gone to hell since the release of the Gohan papers, the migration of the Namekians, and the origin of breeding in the Majin race. There are just too many reasonably large ki forces, hell aside from natual sensing it is nearly impossible to gauge power levels due to the sensory overload it gets from modern society."

He opened up his suitcase and pulled out a small vacuum like piece of equipment that began sucking at his face as soon as he pulled it out. He beat it a few times with his hand,

"Bad sniffer! Bad!"

It unsucked his face and drooped a bit, Doc Q held it up with a smile and laid it on the table,

"This is my Sniffer, a tracking device for the modern era. It works much like an old bloodhound only it includes some more suitable user interfaces for us to work with in order to keep track of what it is we are smelling. Get us to the scene of the crime and get me some nice articles of clothing from the girls, or hell even the ransom note and it should be able to take us on the trail like a champ."

He nodded in pride as the thing started sucking on his face again,

"NO BAD!"

08-19-2011, 09:12 PM	#12
Dracorion Moves Like Jagger, Kupo! Join Date: Jul 2007 Location: To the south, a little to the left... Or to the right. Posts: 4,910	Solomon frowned as he leaned against the wall. Bad enough that this Fajita guy considered a professional like him to cost the same as the rest of these chumps. But if he was hiding something, that changed things. "The doctor's got a point. I don't really care why you're lying, but the fact is you're already paying us crap. If you're going to keep something from us, that's an extra fifty." Normally, Sol would shake him down for more, but he figured he could outperform the rest of these losers, impress the girls and, heh, get his money's worth from them. __________________ Dracorion's dumbass color is Royal Blue. If you see that color, you better run the fuck away.

08-20-2011, 11:01 PM	#15
Toastburner B Toasty has left the building Join Date: Jun 2004 Location: Hiding...because I don't want to die. Posts: 3,936	Guy sat off to one side of the group, his arms folded, a serious look on his face. He had been quiet this entire time...not because he didn't have anything to say, but because he was afraid that if he said something before he had time to think about it, he would be shoehorned in as the cheap comedy relief of the group. That was really the last thing he wanted to be. He also grew steady more depressed the longer he sat in the group. At first, he was thrilled to be part of such an undertaking, and proud that out of all the fighters in the world that could have been chosen to part of the team, he had been picked. At least, he was thrilled until he started to work through the names of other tournament fighters and knew, and quickly realized that everyone with a higher rank than him was otherwise indisposed at the moment. So, Guy sat quietly, trying to convince himself that "best fighter that wasn't doing something else at the moment" was still an alright title. __________________ I came, I saw, I got team-killed. A lot.

08-21-2011, 08:49 AM	#16
Arhra Ara ara! Join Date: Jul 2004 Location: Neo Venezia Posts: 5,013	Guava was on a stakeout. Her stomach growled. She could really do with a steak, come to think of it. But the requirements of stakeouts were harsh and unmerciful and the requirements of her stomach marginally less so. It was being overruled for now. Guava was stalking a pair of goons. Both wore poorly tailored cheap suits. One was tall and thin, the other squat and fat. They looked like the number 10 when they stood together. They were buying hotdogs, damn their eyes. It had been a lucky break. She'd happened to overhear their conversation about something they'd helped steal that was going to make them rich. It had been a simple deduction. What had three stars and was valuable to some sort of organised crime syndicate? One of the fabled dragon balls! There'd also been stuff she hadn't got, something about fajitas and rehearsals and some girl named Cherry. It was probably irrelevent though. So for this reason she was perched on a rooftop, watching some goons amble along waiting for them to go back to whatever hole they'd crawled out of. Get back there soon, damnit! __________________ This post is a good source of Ara ara, ufufu.* *These statements have not been evaluated by the Food and Drug Administration. This post is not intended to diagnose, treat, cure or prevent any disease.

08-22-2011, 01:57 AM	#17
POS Industries Argus Agony Join Date: Oct 2005 Location: Gotta go fishing! Posts: 10,483	Mr. Fajita jumped in surprise at the strangely-dressed gentleman that had suddenly appeared behind him, his body tensing every muscle to the point that it nearly broke the pencil he was holding in two. Letting out a deep breath, he smoothed his hair and adjusted his sunglasses, content for the moment that the archer woman was making arrangements with the alien to placate his demand for higher pay while he continued briefing the help. "Yes, well, you see," he grinned a bit sheepishly, "Miss Sweets--well, 'Sweets' is just a stage name, actually--has been asked by the company to try her best to keep the use of her... abilities... to a minimum of roughly never. As impressive as they may be, it turns out that our focus group testing shows that audiences typically find the risk of being vaporized, eaten, or otherwise brutally beaten by an artist in the event that they don't clap loudly enough to be ultimately unappealing. Image is everything in this business, after all!" He tapped the pencil on the desk a couple times before setting it back down, "For what it's worth, it's for this very reason that we're pretty sure the girls are still safe. Sala's a good girl but, while she's certainly brighter than the average majin, she's probably taking our request regarding her powers a bit more literally than she has to. But if she or the others were in any immediate danger, I'm sure she'd act, and since there haven't been any reports of explosions anywhere in the city since their disappearance, I'd say the odds are good that nothing has gone wrong. Yet." __________________ Either you're dead or my watch has stopped.

08-23-2011, 04:08 AM	#20
Overcast Cinderella Join Date: Mar 2005 Location: Trespassing in the graveyard Posts: 3,076	"Ki sensing equipment has gone to hell since the release of the Gohan papers, the migration of the Namekians, and the origin of breeding in the Majin race. There are just too many reasonably large ki forces, hell aside from natual sensing it is nearly impossible to gauge power levels due to the sensory overload it gets from modern society." He opened up his suitcase and pulled out a small vacuum like piece of equipment that began sucking at his face as soon as he pulled it out. He beat it a few times with his hand, "Bad sniffer! Bad!" It unsucked his face and drooped a bit, Doc Q held it up with a smile and laid it on the table, "This is my Sniffer, a tracking device for the modern era. It works much like an old bloodhound only it includes some more suitable user interfaces for us to work with in order to keep track of what it is we are smelling. Get us to the scene of the crime and get me some nice articles of clothing from the girls, or hell even the ransom note and it should be able to take us on the trail like a champ." He nodded in pride as the thing started sucking on his face again, "NO BAD!" __________________ Time to bust out the glow sticks!

08-19-2011, 08:16 PM	#11
Astral Harmony Don't Hate Me 'Cause I'm Moe Join Date: Oct 2004 Location: Harmonial Sanctum Posts: 6,798	"Maybe it's blackmail," Robyn guessed. "Like, perhaps they have a really embarrassing photograph that they used to coerce them into getting kidnapped. Or maybe they know something too embarrassing for the media to know, like one of them is really a convincingly crossdressed effiminate guy. Or maybe one of them has a secret half-breed love child." Grasping at straws was all well and good, but the fact remained that they just didn't have any information to make accurate speculations. "But, anyways, we should really get going. The weekend isn't too far off and I doubt the kidnappers are letting their captives rehearse for the event."

08-22-2011, 10:06 PM	#19
Arcanum Strike the Earth! Join Date: Nov 2007 Location: Canada Posts: 3,185	Jake had been content to say nothing so far. Most of the briefing was just pointless bickering, though he had to admire the police officer's determination to keep things on track as the others demanded more money for their "invaluable" services. Jake was perfectly content with the amount. It was enough for him to live comfortably for the next several months while he continued his training. He might even start traveling again and look for a new master to train under, though he would decide on that when the time came. For now he needed to help keep this job on track. "Also how long did it take for them to contact you after the girls went missing? If we figure out what they used for transportation we can narrow down our search. Unless the good doctor here has some exceptionally good ki sensing equipment, I doubt any of us will be able to pin-point the location of a majin who was told to keep up the appearance of a non-fighter."

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