Post by Zabun on Mar 12, 2016 17:04:20 GMT -5
Even among his own kind, a purple majin stands out; he draws attention. That is why Zabun chose to disguise himself. His antenna was tucked away into a pink hoodie, the hood pulled over the red cap that rested awkwardly on his head. The cap had "GO!" written in yellow on the front of it. Baggy blue jeans finished off this awkward disguise. On no, I'm not going to stand out in this. No way. Why couldn't campers pack better clothes? I miss my overalls and straw hat. He had thought himself lucky when he found the campsite out in the bamboo forest and even luckier that it was empty at the time. Zabun took this as an opportunity to grab an unattended back pack, but the few clothes inside didn't leave him with much of a choice.
Zabun doubted that his pursuers had any contacts on Earth, but he wasn't going to take that chance. Grenban was always resourceful. No telling who he has working for him. He had often said this to himself since he first started back to Earth. Now, however, his main concern was getting himself established, and that required zeni. Zabun had no contacts on Earth, yet, and no conventional skills or training for getting an honest job. He did have one skill that would help, and he learned it in this very city; pick pocketing. It was how he survived growing up in as an orphan of war and he hoped it would serve him well now.
So, who's first? Zabun scanned the crowded streets looking for his first mark. Let me see if I can't find something easy to begin with. That is when he noticed a rather rotund man with a wallet practically jumping out of his back pocket. Bingo. The majin made his way through the crowd and toward his target. He positioned himself behind the man at a crosswalk and waited. As soon as the light changed Zabun went into action. Here goes nothing. Zabun started walking, faster than the man in front of him, bumping him as he walked past. With a quick hand, he removed the man's wallet and quickly placed it into his hoodie pocket. "Sorry, pal." Zabun turned to apologize to his victim, before walking off, ahead of the crowd.
After getting some distance from the man, Zabun quickly took the zeni out of the wallet and into his pants pocket. I'll count it later. Now to get rid of this. He thought, looking for a place to dump his wallet. He noticed two children running around a tall skinny man, playing with each other while using the man as a barrier. Zabun smiled when he noticed one of the children slip the man's wallet from his pocket just before they took off running in Zabuns direction. Nice one, kid. As they ran past, the one with the one with the wallet bumped Zabun. With lightning spend, the majin switched the wallet of his own victim for the of the boy's victimn. Sorry 'bout that. Better luck next time. The children continued down the street, no clue as to what just transpired.
Zabun crossed the street a couple of times, changing his direction and heading toward the west part of the city. He found a place to toss the wallet while no one was looking, but not before removing the zeni. Feeling confident from his success so far, the majin began to look for a new target. Not her. Zabun thought upon seeing an old women nervously clutching her purse as she slowly walked through the crowd. Not him. He thought at the sight of a man wearing dirty clothes and a sad expression. That man has it harder than me. He continued to scan the crowds, as he leaned against the wall of a rather tall building.
As he watched the crowds move in two different directions, pushing through one another, a man came from the corner of his eye and rushed past him. The man wore a well tailored blue suit and was carrying a black suitcase. The whole time that the man was pushing through the crowd, he was on a cell phone that he had held tight to his ear. He'll do nicely. Zabun thought as pushed himself through off of the wall. The sun was already setting as he started to purse the business man.
Luck seemed to be on the business man's side as he managed to get to every cross walk with perfect timing. What's with this guy? He needs to slow down, and get off that phone already. Zabun couldn't help but overhear the man mention somebody named 'Greg' several times. Apparently they were up for the same promotion, and this man seemed to think Greg didn't deserve it. Also, he hated Greg's 'stupid face', and also Barbra is a 'bitch'. As they continued down the street the crowds started to thin out. Eventually they were the only people on the street. Guess now is as good a time as any. Zabun thought as he moved in closer to the business man.
Suddenly, and before the majin could get close to his target, the man grabbed and pulled into an alley, letting out a scream as he dropped his phone. What's this? Zabun slowly and carefully moved toward the entrance of the alley. He could hear the man pleading for his life and the sound of fists hitting the man's body. "Let's go, I got his money," a new voiced said. Just then, two men, one wearing a red bandanna covering his mouth and the other a black ski mask, came running from around the corner, stepping on the cell phone and crushing it. The one in the bandanna ran straight into Zabun.
"Get outta our way, punk," he yelled at Zabun as he stepped back. Zabun calmly but quickly grabbed the bandanna on the man's face and pulled it off. This move had enough speed and force to slam the man forward onto his face. He hit the ground with a thud. "Which one of you has the money?" Zabun asked, looking at the man in the ski mask. Ski mask pulls a knife from his pocket and lunged for the majin. "You're gonna regret that!" He yelled, just before the knife was slapped out of his hand. Unfortunately for the masked man, this did not stop his forward momentum and he was meet with a purple fist to the stomach. He let out a grunt as he collapsed to the ground holding his stomach.
The now bandana-less man climbed to his feet, clutching the zeni in his fist and tried to run away. "There it is," Zabun said when he saw the man's clenched fist. Before the man could get far, Zabun kicked his leg out from under him, causing the man to fall on his face once more. "I'll be taking that," the majin said as he knelt down and took the zeni from the man's hand. As the majin stood back up, the business man made his way out of the alley. "Th... thank you," he said with strained breath. Without even looking back Zabun yelled, "This is for Greg, and that bitch Barbra!" and dashed off and around a corner.
After putting some distance between himself and the business man, Zabun slowed down to a walk. "Haha, that was fun. Poor guy thought he was getting his zeni back." Zabun continued to laugh to himself as he continued directionless down the city streets. After a while he began to notice familiar sites. Shops, street names, and even the way the air smelled brought a flood of memories back to him. He realized that he had wandered back into his old stomping grounds. He glanced down the alleys where he used to sleep, stopped and examined what was once his favorite corners to pick pockets. A strange mix of anger, regret and nostalgia filled the majin.
Zabun stopped at one street corner in particular. He remembered it was where he was once caught pick pocketing. He remembered how a group of humans chased him down the street for it, and cornered him in an alley. The group probably would have practiced their own brand of justice on the young majin if it wasn't for the mysterious young man that had come to Zabun's aid. He never even got a look at the man's face, as he ran as soon as he got the chance. Looking around, Zabun saw a homeless man swaddled up in a blanket underneath a streetlight. Zabun stared at the poor man for a few seconds, deep in thought. For all I know, it was him that saved me back then. I guess humans aren't all bad. The majin walked over to the man and knelt down beside him. The man was somehow sound asleep. Zabun took some of the zeni he had stolen and slipped it into the man's hand.
[TWC: 1,500]
[Requested Reward: Zeni]
Zabun doubted that his pursuers had any contacts on Earth, but he wasn't going to take that chance. Grenban was always resourceful. No telling who he has working for him. He had often said this to himself since he first started back to Earth. Now, however, his main concern was getting himself established, and that required zeni. Zabun had no contacts on Earth, yet, and no conventional skills or training for getting an honest job. He did have one skill that would help, and he learned it in this very city; pick pocketing. It was how he survived growing up in as an orphan of war and he hoped it would serve him well now.
So, who's first? Zabun scanned the crowded streets looking for his first mark. Let me see if I can't find something easy to begin with. That is when he noticed a rather rotund man with a wallet practically jumping out of his back pocket. Bingo. The majin made his way through the crowd and toward his target. He positioned himself behind the man at a crosswalk and waited. As soon as the light changed Zabun went into action. Here goes nothing. Zabun started walking, faster than the man in front of him, bumping him as he walked past. With a quick hand, he removed the man's wallet and quickly placed it into his hoodie pocket. "Sorry, pal." Zabun turned to apologize to his victim, before walking off, ahead of the crowd.
After getting some distance from the man, Zabun quickly took the zeni out of the wallet and into his pants pocket. I'll count it later. Now to get rid of this. He thought, looking for a place to dump his wallet. He noticed two children running around a tall skinny man, playing with each other while using the man as a barrier. Zabun smiled when he noticed one of the children slip the man's wallet from his pocket just before they took off running in Zabuns direction. Nice one, kid. As they ran past, the one with the one with the wallet bumped Zabun. With lightning spend, the majin switched the wallet of his own victim for the of the boy's victimn. Sorry 'bout that. Better luck next time. The children continued down the street, no clue as to what just transpired.
Zabun crossed the street a couple of times, changing his direction and heading toward the west part of the city. He found a place to toss the wallet while no one was looking, but not before removing the zeni. Feeling confident from his success so far, the majin began to look for a new target. Not her. Zabun thought upon seeing an old women nervously clutching her purse as she slowly walked through the crowd. Not him. He thought at the sight of a man wearing dirty clothes and a sad expression. That man has it harder than me. He continued to scan the crowds, as he leaned against the wall of a rather tall building.
As he watched the crowds move in two different directions, pushing through one another, a man came from the corner of his eye and rushed past him. The man wore a well tailored blue suit and was carrying a black suitcase. The whole time that the man was pushing through the crowd, he was on a cell phone that he had held tight to his ear. He'll do nicely. Zabun thought as pushed himself through off of the wall. The sun was already setting as he started to purse the business man.
Luck seemed to be on the business man's side as he managed to get to every cross walk with perfect timing. What's with this guy? He needs to slow down, and get off that phone already. Zabun couldn't help but overhear the man mention somebody named 'Greg' several times. Apparently they were up for the same promotion, and this man seemed to think Greg didn't deserve it. Also, he hated Greg's 'stupid face', and also Barbra is a 'bitch'. As they continued down the street the crowds started to thin out. Eventually they were the only people on the street. Guess now is as good a time as any. Zabun thought as he moved in closer to the business man.
Suddenly, and before the majin could get close to his target, the man grabbed and pulled into an alley, letting out a scream as he dropped his phone. What's this? Zabun slowly and carefully moved toward the entrance of the alley. He could hear the man pleading for his life and the sound of fists hitting the man's body. "Let's go, I got his money," a new voiced said. Just then, two men, one wearing a red bandanna covering his mouth and the other a black ski mask, came running from around the corner, stepping on the cell phone and crushing it. The one in the bandanna ran straight into Zabun.
"Get outta our way, punk," he yelled at Zabun as he stepped back. Zabun calmly but quickly grabbed the bandanna on the man's face and pulled it off. This move had enough speed and force to slam the man forward onto his face. He hit the ground with a thud. "Which one of you has the money?" Zabun asked, looking at the man in the ski mask. Ski mask pulls a knife from his pocket and lunged for the majin. "You're gonna regret that!" He yelled, just before the knife was slapped out of his hand. Unfortunately for the masked man, this did not stop his forward momentum and he was meet with a purple fist to the stomach. He let out a grunt as he collapsed to the ground holding his stomach.
The now bandana-less man climbed to his feet, clutching the zeni in his fist and tried to run away. "There it is," Zabun said when he saw the man's clenched fist. Before the man could get far, Zabun kicked his leg out from under him, causing the man to fall on his face once more. "I'll be taking that," the majin said as he knelt down and took the zeni from the man's hand. As the majin stood back up, the business man made his way out of the alley. "Th... thank you," he said with strained breath. Without even looking back Zabun yelled, "This is for Greg, and that bitch Barbra!" and dashed off and around a corner.
After putting some distance between himself and the business man, Zabun slowed down to a walk. "Haha, that was fun. Poor guy thought he was getting his zeni back." Zabun continued to laugh to himself as he continued directionless down the city streets. After a while he began to notice familiar sites. Shops, street names, and even the way the air smelled brought a flood of memories back to him. He realized that he had wandered back into his old stomping grounds. He glanced down the alleys where he used to sleep, stopped and examined what was once his favorite corners to pick pockets. A strange mix of anger, regret and nostalgia filled the majin.
Zabun stopped at one street corner in particular. He remembered it was where he was once caught pick pocketing. He remembered how a group of humans chased him down the street for it, and cornered him in an alley. The group probably would have practiced their own brand of justice on the young majin if it wasn't for the mysterious young man that had come to Zabun's aid. He never even got a look at the man's face, as he ran as soon as he got the chance. Looking around, Zabun saw a homeless man swaddled up in a blanket underneath a streetlight. Zabun stared at the poor man for a few seconds, deep in thought. For all I know, it was him that saved me back then. I guess humans aren't all bad. The majin walked over to the man and knelt down beside him. The man was somehow sound asleep. Zabun took some of the zeni he had stolen and slipped it into the man's hand.
[TWC: 1,500]
[Requested Reward: Zeni]
