Krillin (
comicallyheroic) wrote2014-09-18 10:52 pm
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2nd Chestnut: A Hairoic Return [Action/Voice]
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[Honestly, Krillin has had better days. He’s had worse ones too, but he’s definitely had better. Waking up in the middle of the town square at dawn isn’t really his ideal way to start his day, but as he picks himself up and pats himself down he basically counts his blessings that he’s not dead. He may be sore and hurting all over…but he’s not dead.
Always a plus.
Running his hands along his head though, something feels different. Something feels…very…different. It’s…fuzzy. And silky soft!]
Seriously? All that? Just to give me back my hair? [He chuckles to himself and runs a hand through his wonderful, black mane.] Man those guys are weird
[With that, Krillin sets about putting his life back together after the kidnapping. Or something. First comes clothes, so he’ll stop by the clothing shop. Then home for a shower, out for food, and then just relaxing. The usual stuff…except unknown to him…everywhere he goes, little bits of his hair spring out and scuttle off, growing in size and fluffiness in a matter of moments. Passersby may find themselves being leaped upon and grabbed by random follicles of doom that divebomb people from ceilings, or hair tripwires in doorways, or maybe just sliding up your leg as you enjoy your morning coffee. Now, as soon as Krillin leaves a building, the animated locks simply vanish though, because the Malnosso wouldn’t want him to not get blamed for it, would they?
Of course not.]
Later on though, when he figures it out, Krillin puts out a voice call from his apartment, where he’s sequestered himself…]
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Does anyone know a barber? Or...someone who’s got a weedwacker or magical sword or something really sharp. I’m having a bit of a problem here and I could really use some help…
[And with that done, he clicks it off.]
[OOC: Krillin is back from his first kidnapping, with his hair! He’ll be keeping it afterwards, so that would be why his icons are all swapped around now!]
[Honestly, Krillin has had better days. He’s had worse ones too, but he’s definitely had better. Waking up in the middle of the town square at dawn isn’t really his ideal way to start his day, but as he picks himself up and pats himself down he basically counts his blessings that he’s not dead. He may be sore and hurting all over…but he’s not dead.
Always a plus.
Running his hands along his head though, something feels different. Something feels…very…different. It’s…fuzzy. And silky soft!]
Seriously? All that? Just to give me back my hair? [He chuckles to himself and runs a hand through his wonderful, black mane.] Man those guys are weird
[With that, Krillin sets about putting his life back together after the kidnapping. Or something. First comes clothes, so he’ll stop by the clothing shop. Then home for a shower, out for food, and then just relaxing. The usual stuff…except unknown to him…everywhere he goes, little bits of his hair spring out and scuttle off, growing in size and fluffiness in a matter of moments. Passersby may find themselves being leaped upon and grabbed by random follicles of doom that divebomb people from ceilings, or hair tripwires in doorways, or maybe just sliding up your leg as you enjoy your morning coffee. Now, as soon as Krillin leaves a building, the animated locks simply vanish though, because the Malnosso wouldn’t want him to not get blamed for it, would they?
Of course not.]
Later on though, when he figures it out, Krillin puts out a voice call from his apartment, where he’s sequestered himself…]
Voice
Does anyone know a barber? Or...someone who’s got a weedwacker or magical sword or something really sharp. I’m having a bit of a problem here and I could really use some help…
[And with that done, he clicks it off.]
[OOC: Krillin is back from his first kidnapping, with his hair! He’ll be keeping it afterwards, so that would be why his icons are all swapped around now!]
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Ah, well...the Malnosso did it.
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They don't have much sense, do they. First they run off with Seventeen long enough to make him human for a while and now they're growing out people's hair.
[A beat, then:]
You actually do have hair, hm.
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[A pause, since he remembered something.]
I never told you, but yeah, I actually shave my head. I have since I was a kid growing up at the Orin temple.
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Old habits die hard, I guess.
[It's right about then that Eighteen shakes her foot and glances down briefly. Had something crawled over her foot? Seeing nothing, the blonde tosses the blouse back on a hanger and on the rack itself again. Then she gives the man a subtle once over.]
And that's all that happened?
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As...far as I know, yeah. I mean, I'm a little stiff and sore, but I figure that's expected. Does something look off, besides the hair?
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[She offers out a modest polo shirt from the rack. It's the right size and everything too. Never let it be said that Eighteen can't eyeball someone and figure out their sizes.]
I think the hair is a big enough change.
[It's unreasonably bouncy. Seriously, if she were more worried about appearances and her own hair's condition she might be jealous.]
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[She's definitely got it right, so he'll slip it on and give it an experimental look.]
And yeah, I...think so too. Could be worse. I could be like Vegeta, and have an attacking tail.
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[She seems entertained by that idea. It doesn't last long though as her expression changes to an annoyed one. She leans, brushing at her pant legs as her brow furrows.]
Great, now this place is giving me the creeps.
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[He steps closer and gently puts an arm on her shoulder. Maybe too familiar, but hey.]
It's...pretty darn weird, yeah. I mean, seriously, hair?
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And now the moment is ruined when a wandering hair decides to just plop it's grown mass right in the middle of Eighteen's flustered face.
The silence that looms after is immense.]
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Oh...crap...]
5/5 done
Nothing to see here, nothing at all.]
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So they didn't do anything to you, did they.
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[Okay, he's not stupid. He holds up the hair that is actually squirming in his hands, straining to get free and get back at 18.
And when he realizes what it is, he yelps.]
And...what the heck?!
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Ugh.
[Excuse her as she takes this thing outside, throws it against the ground and promptly stomps full force down on it. And then gives it a ki blast for good measure.]
This place is so annoying!
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Following her outside, he watches in amazement as she...kills...it? It squeaks as it fries, and the scent of burning hair fills the air.]
Oh...you're telling me. My hair just came alive!
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Reminds me of a bug. I hate bugs.
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[Especially Cell...]
Geez, could this day get any weirder?
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Well if it's something to do with the Malnosso or whoever then eventually it will fade off. You just have to wait for it is all.
[She takes a moment to snatch another of the hair critters trying to crawl up her leg and pretty much tries to crush it in her hand.]
Shave that head of yours again, otherwise this is all you're going to be doing for who knows how many days.
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