05-30-2006, 12:02 AM
Piccolo Daimoun just sat there after their little ordeal. At this point, he couldn't sleep, due to the little event they had just got out of. Relaxing himself, he turned to the blue man and relieved him of his duty, "Alright Bujin, take a nap and I'll watch our little...Heh...Camp, alright?"
Smiling as he said this, he knew he needed to strengthen as many relationships with his little alliance that he could. He noticed out of the corner of his eye two fiery dots around two black spheres. He could almost feel two holes start to bore in his skull as his unyielding gaze pierced his mind.
The eyes were the windows to your soul. Right now, Blues soul was ready to rip apart anyone who had just helped his damn wounds pain flare up to an almost unbearable level. But the red ribbon soldier learned that no pain was unbearable...You would be forced through it, whether you wanted to take it or not.
The jade Namekian wanted to put any hate at piece between the group, and moved to resolve the knot that was in his head.
"How ya feeling?" He asked, trying to break the wall of ice that was most apparent between the twos personalities, which had reinforcements from the rage that was held by the dull red haired mans head. All he got back was a look at his back as he awkwardly shifted. The elder Namekian pursed his lips as he noticed Blue's breathing became heavier and more ragged. The wound was a lot for him to hold, a great burden.
"Look, we need to work together, and you need to stay strong...Take this," He said as nicely as possible, handing him a piece of his last loaf of bread.
Blue took it as talking condescendingly, "Fuck you and fuck your bread, I don't need you!" Slapping the bread down, he tried to stand up but had trouble doing so. Sighing to himself, the slug like alien grabbed under his armpits and hoisted him up.
It was a stupid thing to do, and by now Piccolo Daimoun should have known that helping a weak man with strong pride was a death wish, "Don't touch me! I don't need you! I don't need that asshole that decided to 'fix' my stomach!" He said in a rage.
"Blue...Please lis-"
"I don't need this group anymore! In fact, I think I should find that asshole that shot me and run him through!"
Fed up, the jade Namekian thought of something to make the rash man think. He poked him in his wound quite quickly, causing him to howl in pain. Leaning in he whispered before the ex-soldier could talk, "Remember that pain before you want to go on a bloodlust."
Blue snorted and shook his head at him, so he poked it again for a similar affect, "Remember that pain when you think you don't need us. If we weren't there, you would have been finished."
Blue looked like he was about to burst on him, and Piccolo Daimoun felt he had goaded the bear enough. Turning around, he moved to settle back into his spot to be alert for intruders into their little sleeping ground.
Smiling as he said this, he knew he needed to strengthen as many relationships with his little alliance that he could. He noticed out of the corner of his eye two fiery dots around two black spheres. He could almost feel two holes start to bore in his skull as his unyielding gaze pierced his mind.
The eyes were the windows to your soul. Right now, Blues soul was ready to rip apart anyone who had just helped his damn wounds pain flare up to an almost unbearable level. But the red ribbon soldier learned that no pain was unbearable...You would be forced through it, whether you wanted to take it or not.
The jade Namekian wanted to put any hate at piece between the group, and moved to resolve the knot that was in his head.
"How ya feeling?" He asked, trying to break the wall of ice that was most apparent between the twos personalities, which had reinforcements from the rage that was held by the dull red haired mans head. All he got back was a look at his back as he awkwardly shifted. The elder Namekian pursed his lips as he noticed Blue's breathing became heavier and more ragged. The wound was a lot for him to hold, a great burden.
"Look, we need to work together, and you need to stay strong...Take this," He said as nicely as possible, handing him a piece of his last loaf of bread.
Blue took it as talking condescendingly, "Fuck you and fuck your bread, I don't need you!" Slapping the bread down, he tried to stand up but had trouble doing so. Sighing to himself, the slug like alien grabbed under his armpits and hoisted him up.
It was a stupid thing to do, and by now Piccolo Daimoun should have known that helping a weak man with strong pride was a death wish, "Don't touch me! I don't need you! I don't need that asshole that decided to 'fix' my stomach!" He said in a rage.
"Blue...Please lis-"
"I don't need this group anymore! In fact, I think I should find that asshole that shot me and run him through!"
Fed up, the jade Namekian thought of something to make the rash man think. He poked him in his wound quite quickly, causing him to howl in pain. Leaning in he whispered before the ex-soldier could talk, "Remember that pain before you want to go on a bloodlust."
Blue snorted and shook his head at him, so he poked it again for a similar affect, "Remember that pain when you think you don't need us. If we weren't there, you would have been finished."
Blue looked like he was about to burst on him, and Piccolo Daimoun felt he had goaded the bear enough. Turning around, he moved to settle back into his spot to be alert for intruders into their little sleeping ground.