Dragonball M, Chapter 1: Silent Menace Aproaches!

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

"Shiro, did you hear that?!" Midori asked, and with a nod Shiro said "It came from the First Bank over there!"

"Let's go check it out, someone probably needs help!" Midori cried, charging toward the bank. With a small sigh and the slightest of smiles, Shiro followed after Midori to help her and protect her if needed. Her 'little sister' was built not just to fight, but fight to protect and help people who are in need. Though that meant during a war against a wannabe dictator and his army, Midori followed that principal no matter where or when. And a bank robbery could definitely be considered such a thing.

Leaping onto the scene with a, what was in her mind, dramatic pose Midori loudly declared "Have no fear civilians, because WE ARE HERE!"

"Indeed." Shiro agreed softly, their lifesign scanners already working to single out the wounded as well as locate the robbers.

Seven are wounded, including two guards. As men with guns exit the bank and start piling into getaway hovers, three open up with assault rifles at Midori and Shiro.

[IGee]

The streets of Dusk City were empty. Eerily empty. Dusk City is not a large place, tucked away at the base of a mountain and surrounded by forests, the city boasts only a population of 2,000 or so. Considering it's so out of the way as to be lost amidst Kame's various city states and kingdoms, Dusk City made itself known by exporting a rare mineral from their mountain found only there and two other places. As such, Dusk City remained small, but productive and well off.

Those starting here have just arrived as the sun begins to set. Dusk City cannot easily be reached via car, so most come in via plane or by walking through the forest. Even at this time of year, the streets should have some life in them (if even just the miners at the local taverns), but nothing keys on the ears. The place just seems.......empty.

Ajna awoke, neck stiff and butt sore. Cracking an eye open blearily to scan his surroundings, he found himself sitting on a bench on a darkening street on the verge of dusk. The only light came from the street lights and from two vending machines, their advertisements backlit. One was a foods vendor, while the other was a hot beverage dispensor.The last thing I remember is. . . Groaning loudly, trying to remember what chain of events had led him to this bench, Ajna began scrubbing as his face with his empty hand, becoming slowly more aware. And as he did, Ajna lifted the other hand to find.. a cup of Joe in a to-go cup. Unsettled suddenly by the mysterious cup of coffee and brought more to his senses as he took a sip, Ajna finally noticed the silence. So he broke it.

"How did I get here? Where am I?"

Staring down at the offending coffee cup and the deeper question that lay therein, he stood, and after giving a hard, accusing stare at that coffee machine across the street, Ajna stood to walk away from here, having decided to stay away from it. However, he quickly found his balance slipping. Apparently his right leg hadn't got the memo to awake up yet.

Limping down the street, Ajna slowly began to come to his senses.

[Miburo]

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Start Point 1:


The massive cruise ship, Capsule of the World, sails gently between Paozu and Kame, it's near 7,000 passengers all laughing and cavorting on their vacations. The ship, the largest in the world, was new and on it's maiden voyage. As part of Capsule Corp's newest ostentation, the ship had launched with ticket sales in the thousands. However, over 500 had been given away in various raffles, drawings, or lotteries, and that is where several (or all) of you may begin. This starting point sets you up as having won a free ticket for a three week luxury cruise from Paozu, to Kame, and up to the North Continent before heading back to Paozu and Capital City.

Have fun, pick your starting point, and lets play!

Reclining on the deck chair, the suns rays beaming down upon his bronze, shirtless body, the Navadian let out a relaxed sigh.

He was initially skeptical to accept the mans bet. While items, and--of course--money, were always accepted at any game of chance he frequented, Held had his reservations about accepting something like a free cruise as collateral.

Of course, a quick glance at the nearest poster on the wall of that seedy bar--and come to think of it, posters were plastered all over town-- did away entirely with his suspicions.

Another man risking what he couldn't bare to part with, another successful day for Held.

He smiled slightly to himself as he recalled the man crying profusely, begging him not to take the first bit of good luck he had gotten all season.

"Hey, I don't make you play, I just accept the bets." He said with a sigh, as he pulled his winnings towards his side of the table. "I'll try to enjoy it enough for the both of us though!"

And so he was.

Opening his eyes, he raised his rectangular sunglasses slightly, before glancing to his right, grabbing some alcoholic beverage a hostess had been kind enough to leave on the miniature table before him.

Grabbing the rather sizable stein in his heads, he took a look at it--a beer of some sort, judging by the amount of foam--and took a sizable swing from it.

After a moment, he sets the cup down, and lets out a contented breath.

Maybe I should go for a swim? he thought to himself, taking a glance at the pool several yards in front of him. Eh. Maybe later. I have plenty of time....A three week cruise? I hope they have a ton of ways to pass the time...

"What a time to be alive...." he mumbled to himself, before laying back in his chair, and closing his eyes once more. "....I wonder if anyone has anything worth betting on in this place, come to think of i..."

He trailed off, deciding that basking in the sun was a better use of his time than pointless monologues.

[Cthulhu_of_R'lyeh]

Nothing. Just the wind. However, you do hear, just faintly, what sounds like someone walking on a more rugged trail into town not too far away.

Silence. Wind.

The truth here was obscured by an emptiness. How strange. She stood standing at the nexus of the city's streets for a short while, before she heard it: footsteps. Close to her, even. Though if it was a resident, they were just returning from some trek in the woods.

The Oni was measured in her response to this knowledge. She stepped away from the middle of the road, and sat herself near one of the streetlights dotting the intersection.

This stranger would come in time, after all, and she'd be there to greet them.

[Yun Lao]

Everything seems empty. No sound, no nothing beyond the wind. After a few moments, you do hear a woman's voice call out ‘hello’ from nearby the Main Street.

The voice almost startled him, it almost like something out of a horror movie. Still, he rather be shocked than endure the growing silence.

"Anyone there?" He called out, hoping the woman heard him so to avoid scaring her, unaware of the true nature of the one he was making his way to.

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

And what a buffet! Zaofan couldn't believe his luck, that he was on the Capsule of the World. Though his stomach was grumbling, his eyes seemed to grumble even louder, taking in the pure sights of such a beautiful spread. The tray of thousands of scrambled eggs, the various kinds of breakfast sausages, the mountain of bacon, the gigantic pot of seafood congee, various exquisite breads, cheeses, and jams he only found in rich people reality shows. That this dusty, dusky wanderer and explorer would, by chance, find a winning ticket on the ground on his travels, could ever end up in a place like this, informed him that there was indeed a higher force at work, and that it was good to him. He quickly grabbed three plates -- one on his left hand, another resting on his bent left arm, and one more plate on his head for good measure, while his right hand grabbed the tongs of the closest dish and went to work to fill his plates. His slender and athletic frame belied his capacity for good food, but then again, there's only so you can forage as a nomad.

He garnered a few odd looks at his dexterous display of plate handling, but otherwise, he was left unmolested as he finds a table to eat at. Zaofan, as he eats, notices a gaggle of people surrounding someone. After a moment, he realizes that Jinzi Pantaloon was onboard and in the mess hall. The owner of Capsule Corp, a bit of a recluse, was here!

[The Dog]

Seven are wounded, including two guards. As men with guns exit the bank and start piling into getaway hovers, three open up with assault rifles at Midori and Shiro.

Shiro threw up a barrier to block the assault rifle fire as Midori charged to the side, eyes glowing a bright green before beams of energy shot out of her eyes into the hovers to disable them and ensure they couldn't use them to get away.

"Be careful Midori!" Shiro yelled, dropping her barrier occasionally so she could fire off her own laser vision at them men's weapons to disable them whenever they had to stop firing, bringing it back up when necessary.

"Don't worry Shiro, it's not like bullets can do much damage to us anyways!" Midori called back, still targeting the getaway hovers as she spoke.

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

Moving up, the Oni sees a dirty young man walk into the Main Street. The young man, in turn, spots a blue horned figure sitting by a street light.

[Tami]

Upon your arrival, you take a seat at a local tavern to warm up and enjoy some food from a fresh kill earlier that day. As you warm up, you notice the barkeep and a few others talking about young Rose going missing, being the twentieth person to do so within the last week or so.

Resigning herself to missing out on some much-needed sleep, Meagan walks over to those talking, "Excuse me, but did you just say that people are vanishing?"

[Cthulhu_of_R'lyeh]

The voice almost startled him, it almost like something out of a horror movie. Still, he rather be shocked than endure the growing silence.

"Anyone there?" He called out, hoping the woman heard him so to avoid scaring her, unaware of the true nature of the one he was making his way to.

Moving up, the Oni sees a dirty young man walk into the Main Street. The young man, in turn, spots a blue horned figure sitting by a street light.

"Two others, it seems." The woman replies. Charco would note that while the calling voice itself was feminine and gentle, there was a force behind it.

[Yun Lao]

"Oni?"

Such an odd sight. It wasn't so much that such a being existed, but rather she looked exactly like how the stories and books portrayed them. It was amazing, yet anti-climatic all in one go, but now it brought another issue; he wasn't sure if it was safe to assume she was the one behind this ghostly town. Seeing an oni never boded well in the stories, but, from this distance, she didn't appear to be on a rampage or anything.

"...so peculiar..."

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

Ajna awoke, neck stiff and butt sore. Cracking an eye open blearily to scan his surroundings, he found himself sitting on a bench on a darkening street on the verge of dusk. The only light came from the street lights and from two vending machines, their advertisements backlit. One was a foods vendor, while the other was a hot beverage dispensor.The last thing I remember is. . . Groaning loudly, trying to remember what chain of events had led him to this bench, Ajna began scrubbing as his face with his empty hand, becoming slowly more aware. And as he did, Ajna lifted the other hand to find.. a cup of Joe in a to-go cup. Unsettled suddenly by the mysterious cup of coffee and brought more to his senses as he took a sip, Ajna finally noticed the silence. So he broke it.

"How did I get here? Where am I?"

Staring down at the offending coffee cup and the deeper question that lay therein, he stood, and after giving a hard, accusing stare at that coffee machine across the street, Ajna stood to walk away from here, having decided to stay away from it. However, he quickly found his balance slipping. Apparently his right leg hadn't got the memo to awake up yet.

Limping down the street, Ajna slowly began to come to his senses.

After a minute or so, you see a young man and a tall blue woman speaking to one another near the start of Main Street.

[Cyke]

He garnered a few odd looks at his dexterous display of plate handling, but otherwise, he was left unmolested as he finds a table to eat at. Zaofan, as he eats, notices a gaggle of people surrounding someone. After a moment, he realizes that Jinzi Pantaloon was onboard and in the mess hall. The owner of Capsule Corp, a bit of a recluse, was here!

"GASP! That's...! That's Jinzi Pantaloon!" Zaofan thought. Even a nomad such as himself would recognize him from the various magazine covers in news stands and billboards during his travels. "I must speak to him! Custom dictates that I respect the host. Especially for this plentiful bounty! But he is surrounded -- I must HURRY!"

Zaofan had already sampled and appreciated at least one taste of every dish on his three plates. He took put his hands together, closed his eyes, bowed his head. His mouth formed a circle as he began: "Hoooo..." But his eyes opened and his voice quickly rose: "OOOOOO! CHIIAA!!"

His arms then moved into five seconds of blurred strikes, his hands rendered invisible from the pure speed. "AAAATATATATATATA!!! AAATATATA!!!" Each strike disappeared a serving of food, until the plates rattled, empty and clean, but his lips surrounded by food stains. He grabbed his glass and yelled out, "WAT-AAH!!!", washing down his gullet almost as quickly. "Hokuto Buffet Dan!" he said to himself.

He wiped his mouth with his napkin, stood up, zanzoken'd back to the buffet table, and zanzoken'd in the middle of the crowd, in front of Jinzi, keeping his head down while offering a plate of assorted sushi and gyoza.

"Mr. Pantaloon! Allow me to thank you for this wonderful trip! Please accept this humble offering as a sign of my appreciation!"

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

Reclining on the deck chair, the suns rays beaming down upon his bronze, shirtless body, the Navadian let out a relaxed sigh.

He was initially skeptical to accept the mans bet. While items, and--of course--money, were always accepted at any game of chance he frequented, Held had his reservations about accepting something like a free cruise as collateral.

Of course, a quick glance at the nearest poster on the wall of that seedy bar--and come to think of it, posters were plastered all over town-- did away entirely with his suspicions.

Another man risking what he couldn't bare to part with, another successful day for Held.

He smiled slightly to himself as he recalled the man crying profusely, begging him not to take the first bit of good luck he had gotten all season.

"Hey, I don't make you play, I just accept the bets." He said with a sigh, as he pulled his winnings towards his side of the table. "I'll try to enjoy it enough for the both of us though!"

And so he was.

Opening his eyes, he raised his rectangular sunglasses slightly, before glancing to his right, grabbing some alcoholic beverage a hostess had been kind enough to leave on the miniature table before him.

Grabbing the rather sizable stein in his heads, he took a look at it--a beer of some sort, judging by the amount of foam--and took a sizable swing from it.

After a moment, he sets the cup down, and lets out a contented breath.

Maybe I should go for a swim? he thought to himself, taking a glance at the pool several yards in front of him. Eh. Maybe later. I have plenty of time....A three week cruise? I hope they have a ton of ways to pass the time...

"What a time to be alive...." he mumbled to himself, before laying back in his chair, and closing his eyes once more. "....I wonder if anyone has anything worth betting on in this place, come to think of i..."

He trailed off, deciding that basking in the sun was a better use of his time than pointless monologues.

As he relaxes, he hears from the waitstaff that Jinzi Pantaloon arrived via hover potter only a few minutes before. Apparently he was here to enjoy the rest of the voyage on the ship.

[The Chou Lives]

Chou loaded up three dishes, the third by means of telekinesis as he sat down, dinonsteak in mouth as he then chows down. Heard rumors of a Pants guy onboard, he did not really care.


As he dines in and saw younger people in the crowd he then decided to do a juggling act for entertainment, three plates, one hand. No weapon summons or anything. His free hand juggling food as he munched in mid air. A dinner and a show. Rao would chew him out for it.


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He noted another martial artist speed eating, thought he was a show off. At least he had theatrical flavor.