Post by Deleted on Jan 5, 2017 13:03:19 GMT -5
East City
East City was peaceful that day. The streets weren't do crowded since all the children has gone back to school following their Yuletide Vacation. The adults all frequented the the streets that day, walking back and forth, traffic wasn't so bad. The weather was beautiful, not a cloud in the sky as a cool breeze flowed between the buildings lining the sidewalks. Peace would reign on this day for a while, until suddenly...
Explosions rocked the city, flashes of light lighting up the sky! Screams of terror filled the air, the adults running from crumbling buildings. They fled like sheep from a pack of wolves, and that was literally what would be seen as the people fled the scene. For standing in the middle of a rising pillar of flames were three wolfmen, all brimming over with power, each one dressed in a gi. The dogi on the back of their uniform would be the kanji for "demon".
"Hahaha! See how the pigs run! Look at the fear in their eyes!" The would be leader would cackle as police surrounded the three marauders, weapons trained on them. This wasn't something the law enforcers had seen in a long while. The city wasn't generally attacked for no good reason, at least not anymore, so this was truly unexpected.
The civilians would take cover as the zoans fired off ki blasts at the police officers, who responded in kind by firing their guns. Bullets riddled the wolves, but their holes would instantly close. It was amazing! Officers were dying left and right by the blasts of the bloodthirsty wolves! However, the wolves themselves were taking little to no damage...fear had run rampant this day. The city was in a panick.
More sirens could be heard as the stand off between the evil zoan wolves and the ECPD continued. In the middle of the intersection of Seventh and Main, the streets ran red with blood. There seemed to be no hope in sight as many officers would lose their lives.
Meanwhile...as everyone else was running around like chickens with their heads cut off, a Saiyan Elite sat in the patio of a Duncan Donuts coffee shop. His eyes were still half closed as he held the coffee cup in his hand, moving it in circles and watching the bitter black liquid swirl inside the cup. Steam rose to meet his nostrils as he read the paper, raising the coffee cup to his lips, ignoring the burn as it went down. His eyes darted back and forth and he thought to himself as he saw the nearly empty coffee shop. Strange. It's too quiet in here. I can't imagine where everyone could be...this place is normally buzzing with those Earthlings in blue.
Meanwhile, the outside of the shop was rife with chaos and murders. Civilians were dying everywhere, howls and laughter of the wolves filling the air. This was crazy. Noone could do anything against the Demon Wolves of East City.
Jicama set his coffee cup on the table, reading from his paper quite non-chalantly as he sat there. Suddenly...he could hear the sound of his cup rattling on the table along with the silverware which set beside it. At first...he didn't think anything of it. It could have been tremors. Those were common on Earth, right? Power levels raged outside as the war continued, Jicama completely ignoring or not even paying attention as Ki blasts flew by the window.
The table trembled more, his coffee cup edging toward the edge of the table slowly. Jicama paid it no mind as he checked out the sales section, dedicated to training equipment. Hrmf...now that's a good deal. Four thousand zeni for a set of Heavy Weighted Clothing? And if you send in ten box tops, you get a free action figure...tch. That's stupid.
"Haaaaaaaaaaaaaa!" The leader would cry out as he thrusted his palm into the chest of the chief of the police, sending him slamming into the wall of the coffee shop. He laughed heartily as his two minions would catch a woman running away, the woman screaming as they pulled her back and forth like a ragdoll. But little did the leader of the Wolves know...he just messed up. Bad.
Jicama trembled. His fists clenched at his sides, his muscles tensed as he sat there. It almost didn't register at first. But between the moisture in his lap and the shock of what had just happened, he finally realized. His legs felt like they were on fire...his...midsection? Felt like it was on fire. His lips opened and a low, feral growl brewed forth from the mouth of the Saiya-jin Elite. The air around his body would waver as if raising in temperature and his power...a latent power known only to those who knew him...it would show itself.
"That's IT!" He would spring up to his feet and slam his rock hard fist down into the table, the glass shattering as he did. The clerk cowered behind the counter...the blonde teenager didn't dare challenge the destructive saiya-jin as he stalked outside, aura blazing. All eyes would fall on the brooding warrior as he yelled out, his voice a thunderous echoes. "WHICH one of you mother (colorful language) made my coffee spill in my lap?! Who did it?!"
The two minions would freeze where they were, shaking. Wolves? They could smell fear. Could they smell their own? The two of them would look back and forth as the woman would quickly scurry behind cover and suddenly...simultaneously....they would point at their leader.
Jicama's breathing was hard as he slowly looked at the wolf leading the pack, his eyes flashing with rage. "You...you did it, didn't you?!"
"Well....well...I...I..." he gulped, his eyes wide as he stared at the enraged Saiya-jin, whose tail swayed behind him like a big, angry cat with an attitude problem. "...we were...just...having..."
In a flash, Jicama would pick the wolf up from the ground by the throat. "...a dumbass moment? I think so. Now look at this...you killed all of these weak Earthlings and made a mess of this place. Look at the streets! They're covered in blood! And you made me spilled my (colorful language) coffee! On myself! These blue jeans are brand new, your moron!" He seethed as he squeezed the throat of the wolf, his lips curling upwards into a sinister grin. "And you will pay...with...your...lif-"
It was at this point that SWAT would become involved, tens of officers piling into the square on top of each other. One officer amongst all the others would spring forward, a human with red hair and a goatee, looking at Jicama and the dying villain. "Put him down!!! Put him down now!!!" Their weapons were trained on the angry Saiya-jin, and honestly? Jicama was shocked.
Jicama stood there for a moment, contemplating his next course of action. He knew he was strong, but he also knew that he wasn't bullet proof. He narrowed his eyes, dropping the wolf. The wolf would drop to his knees, coughing...holding his throat. Jicama looked over his shoulder at the Chief, his eyes narrowed into slits. "They pissed me off."
"Well...um...you can't just go around killing criminals. That...that's our job! No! What I mean to say is, you gotta let justice take it's cour-" he could see that this Saiya-jin was far more dangerous than the criminals...the old police chief, Police Chief Potata Baker would put on a fake smile. "Listen, guy, you let us take care of these criminals and we promise you all the free coffee you wa-"
"Donuts." Jicama stated plainly, his open palm held to the face of the Wolf, glowing with a blue ki.
"C-c-offee...and donuts! Yes, free lifetime supply!" Baker pleaded with the warrior who was poised to obliterate the criminal. "JUST PLEASE...let us do our jobs, we'll give you whatever you want!"
"Hrmf..." his hand closed, much to the relief of the chief. The tension would lower as he nodded his head. "...fine. You idiots can have them. But in the future, I would expect you to do a better job of protecting the city. If your cadets were trained with ki, then this would have never happened. Now....if you will excuse me, then I must take my leave."
He turned his back in Baker and the SWAT Team as they used their special cuffs to cuff the three wolves. These cuffs were made of pure silver, and would weaken the wolves considerably. If they were shot now, the bullets would stick...but justice had taken it's course. Jicama stared at the ground for a moment before commenting. "When I come back, I expect my coffee and donuts. Or else you'll wish you let me kill the wolves." His aura flared, the accidental hero taking off into the noonday sun.
Explosions rocked the city, flashes of light lighting up the sky! Screams of terror filled the air, the adults running from crumbling buildings. They fled like sheep from a pack of wolves, and that was literally what would be seen as the people fled the scene. For standing in the middle of a rising pillar of flames were three wolfmen, all brimming over with power, each one dressed in a gi. The dogi on the back of their uniform would be the kanji for "demon".
"Hahaha! See how the pigs run! Look at the fear in their eyes!" The would be leader would cackle as police surrounded the three marauders, weapons trained on them. This wasn't something the law enforcers had seen in a long while. The city wasn't generally attacked for no good reason, at least not anymore, so this was truly unexpected.
The civilians would take cover as the zoans fired off ki blasts at the police officers, who responded in kind by firing their guns. Bullets riddled the wolves, but their holes would instantly close. It was amazing! Officers were dying left and right by the blasts of the bloodthirsty wolves! However, the wolves themselves were taking little to no damage...fear had run rampant this day. The city was in a panick.
More sirens could be heard as the stand off between the evil zoan wolves and the ECPD continued. In the middle of the intersection of Seventh and Main, the streets ran red with blood. There seemed to be no hope in sight as many officers would lose their lives.
Meanwhile...as everyone else was running around like chickens with their heads cut off, a Saiyan Elite sat in the patio of a Duncan Donuts coffee shop. His eyes were still half closed as he held the coffee cup in his hand, moving it in circles and watching the bitter black liquid swirl inside the cup. Steam rose to meet his nostrils as he read the paper, raising the coffee cup to his lips, ignoring the burn as it went down. His eyes darted back and forth and he thought to himself as he saw the nearly empty coffee shop. Strange. It's too quiet in here. I can't imagine where everyone could be...this place is normally buzzing with those Earthlings in blue.
Meanwhile, the outside of the shop was rife with chaos and murders. Civilians were dying everywhere, howls and laughter of the wolves filling the air. This was crazy. Noone could do anything against the Demon Wolves of East City.
Jicama set his coffee cup on the table, reading from his paper quite non-chalantly as he sat there. Suddenly...he could hear the sound of his cup rattling on the table along with the silverware which set beside it. At first...he didn't think anything of it. It could have been tremors. Those were common on Earth, right? Power levels raged outside as the war continued, Jicama completely ignoring or not even paying attention as Ki blasts flew by the window.
The table trembled more, his coffee cup edging toward the edge of the table slowly. Jicama paid it no mind as he checked out the sales section, dedicated to training equipment. Hrmf...now that's a good deal. Four thousand zeni for a set of Heavy Weighted Clothing? And if you send in ten box tops, you get a free action figure...tch. That's stupid.
"Haaaaaaaaaaaaaa!" The leader would cry out as he thrusted his palm into the chest of the chief of the police, sending him slamming into the wall of the coffee shop. He laughed heartily as his two minions would catch a woman running away, the woman screaming as they pulled her back and forth like a ragdoll. But little did the leader of the Wolves know...he just messed up. Bad.
Jicama trembled. His fists clenched at his sides, his muscles tensed as he sat there. It almost didn't register at first. But between the moisture in his lap and the shock of what had just happened, he finally realized. His legs felt like they were on fire...his...midsection? Felt like it was on fire. His lips opened and a low, feral growl brewed forth from the mouth of the Saiya-jin Elite. The air around his body would waver as if raising in temperature and his power...a latent power known only to those who knew him...it would show itself.
"That's IT!" He would spring up to his feet and slam his rock hard fist down into the table, the glass shattering as he did. The clerk cowered behind the counter...the blonde teenager didn't dare challenge the destructive saiya-jin as he stalked outside, aura blazing. All eyes would fall on the brooding warrior as he yelled out, his voice a thunderous echoes. "WHICH one of you mother (colorful language) made my coffee spill in my lap?! Who did it?!"
The two minions would freeze where they were, shaking. Wolves? They could smell fear. Could they smell their own? The two of them would look back and forth as the woman would quickly scurry behind cover and suddenly...simultaneously....they would point at their leader.
Jicama's breathing was hard as he slowly looked at the wolf leading the pack, his eyes flashing with rage. "You...you did it, didn't you?!"
"Well....well...I...I..." he gulped, his eyes wide as he stared at the enraged Saiya-jin, whose tail swayed behind him like a big, angry cat with an attitude problem. "...we were...just...having..."
In a flash, Jicama would pick the wolf up from the ground by the throat. "...a dumbass moment? I think so. Now look at this...you killed all of these weak Earthlings and made a mess of this place. Look at the streets! They're covered in blood! And you made me spilled my (colorful language) coffee! On myself! These blue jeans are brand new, your moron!" He seethed as he squeezed the throat of the wolf, his lips curling upwards into a sinister grin. "And you will pay...with...your...lif-"
It was at this point that SWAT would become involved, tens of officers piling into the square on top of each other. One officer amongst all the others would spring forward, a human with red hair and a goatee, looking at Jicama and the dying villain. "Put him down!!! Put him down now!!!" Their weapons were trained on the angry Saiya-jin, and honestly? Jicama was shocked.
Jicama stood there for a moment, contemplating his next course of action. He knew he was strong, but he also knew that he wasn't bullet proof. He narrowed his eyes, dropping the wolf. The wolf would drop to his knees, coughing...holding his throat. Jicama looked over his shoulder at the Chief, his eyes narrowed into slits. "They pissed me off."
"Well...um...you can't just go around killing criminals. That...that's our job! No! What I mean to say is, you gotta let justice take it's cour-" he could see that this Saiya-jin was far more dangerous than the criminals...the old police chief, Police Chief Potata Baker would put on a fake smile. "Listen, guy, you let us take care of these criminals and we promise you all the free coffee you wa-"
"Donuts." Jicama stated plainly, his open palm held to the face of the Wolf, glowing with a blue ki.
"C-c-offee...and donuts! Yes, free lifetime supply!" Baker pleaded with the warrior who was poised to obliterate the criminal. "JUST PLEASE...let us do our jobs, we'll give you whatever you want!"
"Hrmf..." his hand closed, much to the relief of the chief. The tension would lower as he nodded his head. "...fine. You idiots can have them. But in the future, I would expect you to do a better job of protecting the city. If your cadets were trained with ki, then this would have never happened. Now....if you will excuse me, then I must take my leave."
He turned his back in Baker and the SWAT Team as they used their special cuffs to cuff the three wolves. These cuffs were made of pure silver, and would weaken the wolves considerably. If they were shot now, the bullets would stick...but justice had taken it's course. Jicama stared at the ground for a moment before commenting. "When I come back, I expect my coffee and donuts. Or else you'll wish you let me kill the wolves." His aura flared, the accidental hero taking off into the noonday sun.
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