05-29-2006, 08:07 PM
"Damn it! Why the hell did we wake up?" Piccolo Daimoun yelled in an angry tone. His voice fell on deaf ears as his three comrades were in a huddle together. It was unclear to him what was going on between them, but Blue's voice seemed very heated and excited...Probably in a bad way.
"?Koola, Piccolo, hold him down, make sure he can?t run. No that he?d get very far in this condition,? Bujin ordered, and the jade Namekian gave him an angry look before complying. He realized that he needed Blue to get along, but didn't like having to listen to someone else...
He wished he had the power to boss others around...
Giving a quiet snort as he knew such power was unattainable to him, he got on his knees and obeyed the 'king'. Getting on Blue's left side; he looked at the bloody gash in his stomach. It was bleeding rather heavily, so much that you could barely see any of the wound...The open hole was submerged in the sticky red juice of life.
Bujin was talking to Blue, getting him ready for his little procedure. He didn't know the technicalities of it, but he did know that the blue man would be blasting the wound with some searing hot Ki. Something like that sounded incredibly agonizing, and for some reason sticking a branch in his mouth was going to help.
The elder Namekian leaned in and started uttering something inaudible to the surrounding party members, "Do you want some air, to cool you down? The Jungle IS quite hot..."
Blue gave him a strange look, cocking an eyebrow and pushing his cheek out a little bit. The image that popped into his head was of Piccolo Daimoun, getting his face uncomfortably close to him and blowing on him.
Freaked out by the thought, he was about to shake his head no as a response. It was too late, but the slug like Alien did nothing of the sort to him. What he did do was push some air onto his face and wound using his technique over the winds. He knew that if he could keep the wound cool, it wouldn't hurt as much.
The red hot mystical force was pressed into his wound, and a loud bellow of pain was barely muffled by the wood that had been shoved into his mouth. Sounds of the tree piece cracking between his teeth could be heard, and splinters were falling out...
He found a root in the ground, and in the heat of the moment, ripped it straight out from underneath the dirt and grass. The small shard of fauna was all he held onto as the 'operation' came to a conclusion. The wound was very messily held together by his fused and melded skin.
"Poor guy," Piccolo Daimoun said quietly with sincere concern.
"He'll be fine by the 'morrow," Bujin said back.
"We don't have time like that in a game like this," Koola said back, "We could be attacked at any moment."
"We have no other choice," Bujin said defiantly, a determined look in his eyes. "If I have anything to say about this, we're gonna get through this game."
Piccolo Daimoun nodded in acknowledgement. Koola spoke up again, "Ya know, the next few days are gonna be a rough time in hell."
The jade Namekian let out a smile and chuckled to himself a bit before responding, "I've been to Hell. Not as bad as everyone here thinks."
What he got back was a couple strange and blank looks.
"?Koola, Piccolo, hold him down, make sure he can?t run. No that he?d get very far in this condition,? Bujin ordered, and the jade Namekian gave him an angry look before complying. He realized that he needed Blue to get along, but didn't like having to listen to someone else...
He wished he had the power to boss others around...
Giving a quiet snort as he knew such power was unattainable to him, he got on his knees and obeyed the 'king'. Getting on Blue's left side; he looked at the bloody gash in his stomach. It was bleeding rather heavily, so much that you could barely see any of the wound...The open hole was submerged in the sticky red juice of life.
Bujin was talking to Blue, getting him ready for his little procedure. He didn't know the technicalities of it, but he did know that the blue man would be blasting the wound with some searing hot Ki. Something like that sounded incredibly agonizing, and for some reason sticking a branch in his mouth was going to help.
The elder Namekian leaned in and started uttering something inaudible to the surrounding party members, "Do you want some air, to cool you down? The Jungle IS quite hot..."
Blue gave him a strange look, cocking an eyebrow and pushing his cheek out a little bit. The image that popped into his head was of Piccolo Daimoun, getting his face uncomfortably close to him and blowing on him.
Freaked out by the thought, he was about to shake his head no as a response. It was too late, but the slug like Alien did nothing of the sort to him. What he did do was push some air onto his face and wound using his technique over the winds. He knew that if he could keep the wound cool, it wouldn't hurt as much.
The red hot mystical force was pressed into his wound, and a loud bellow of pain was barely muffled by the wood that had been shoved into his mouth. Sounds of the tree piece cracking between his teeth could be heard, and splinters were falling out...
He found a root in the ground, and in the heat of the moment, ripped it straight out from underneath the dirt and grass. The small shard of fauna was all he held onto as the 'operation' came to a conclusion. The wound was very messily held together by his fused and melded skin.
"Poor guy," Piccolo Daimoun said quietly with sincere concern.
"He'll be fine by the 'morrow," Bujin said back.
"We don't have time like that in a game like this," Koola said back, "We could be attacked at any moment."
"We have no other choice," Bujin said defiantly, a determined look in his eyes. "If I have anything to say about this, we're gonna get through this game."
Piccolo Daimoun nodded in acknowledgement. Koola spoke up again, "Ya know, the next few days are gonna be a rough time in hell."
The jade Namekian let out a smile and chuckled to himself a bit before responding, "I've been to Hell. Not as bad as everyone here thinks."
What he got back was a couple strange and blank looks.