Appointments/IC Inbox

[comicallyheroic]

This thread is for IC Appointments. If you need to reach Krillin for anything, feel free to leave a message here.

Timestamps, such as "Date/Time/Type of Action" would be great!

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march 23 / action spam

[everyonedied]

[The last few days had been rough. And Trunks needed to get where he could stop thinking about what had happened on his mission with Vegeta, which meant getting out of their house and around other people. A day out and it dawned on him he hadn't eaten in a few days; the thought of it made his stomach turn. The thought of eating familiar cooking made it worse.

He remembered in the guide he'd read there was a restaurant somewhere, and a few misguided hours later stepped through the doors.]

[comicallyheroic]

[Krillin's sitting down in the restaurant when Trunks walks in, chowing down on something. Not quite like Goku, but definitely nomming a whole lot. Civilly, of course, actually using utensils.]

[everyonedied]

[He almost walks right past the monk but stops. Wait he knows that gleam of baldness, wha-- He almost can't help the smile, something familiar that isn't his family hey!]

Krillin?

[comicallyheroic]

[The familiar voice alone is enough to get Krillin's attention. He looks up and grins.]

Oh hey, Trunks!

[everyonedied]

Uh--

[Yeah he's just gonna take this seat across from Krillin, try to look nonchalant about it yeah. Wait a second]

When'd you get here?

[comicallyheroic]

Uh, about a month ago. Don't you remember? We talked.

[You...told him about 18...]

[everyonedied]

No, I'd definitely remember knowing you're here--

[Oh. oh he sees what's going on. He runs a hand down his face]

You met the other me. The me from your future timeline.

march 28/ IC Text (Private)

[gunkonmyboot]

Eighteen is no longer here.

Re: march 28/ IC Text (Private)

[comicallyheroic]

Really? Man. I'm not sure if that's good or bad. You okay, Seventeen?

Re: march 28/ IC Text (Private)

[gunkonmyboot]

Anywhere else is better than living inside this cage. Anyway, it's not like she can't take care of herself.

march 28/ IC Text (Private)

[comicallyheroic]

Yeah, she can. And yeah, this place is bad. But are you okay?

march 28/ IC Text (Private)

[gunkonmyboot]

I'll live. It's not like I'll never see her again. What about you?

march 28/ IC Text (Private)

[comicallyheroic]

Same here. I don't like the idea of her being experimented on. I'd like to have had more time spent with her, but the way I figure, it's better she's home.

Action, August 17th, Hunting the Hunters Mission

[misterbrief]

[Quite frankly, Vegeta wanted a nice change of scenery for the this mission. He'd been out in the jungle too many times, so he's recruited Krillin to help him with this one. Having not bothered quite yet to touch the filial magic himself, he may or may not have strong armed Krillin into coming to this since the little baldy had access to the magic. Then the real fun could begin.

This is why he'd bothered to pick up a sword. To take care of these things. And now, hopefully all of Saori's help will finally pay off.

However, his tracking skills are...lacking, meaning they might get ambushed if they're not careful. He's very used to blowing up things to find what he's looking for, so hopefully Krillin can cover his back on that one. Hopefully he can smell the dogs before they get to them, their distinct scent something hard to miss for a saiyan.

Leaving the harbor behind, the pair make their way through the dense forest, Vegeta angrily swatting low hanging branches to the side.]

Great, at this rate we'll never find any of them. And I just wanted to have a little fun. [He mutters the last sentence to himself.]

[comicallyheroic]

[He'd gone along with it because...well...he'd been strong armed. If he was honest with himself, this wasn't really a mission he wanted to be a part of, but then again...it was different than the patrol and training ones he'd done. And it did give him a chance to really focus on using that healing magic he'd tried out.

Krillin follows along at an easy, ambling pace, ducking under branches and just generally trying not to get in Vegeta's way. He was grumpy again...as usual...]

Well, you know...as soon as we find a spot, I can start doing that thing with Nala. Maybe a good clearing or something? Or a place we can lure them?

[misterbrief]

[He growls as he nearly trips on an exposed root from a nearby tree, hidden by foilage. Thankfully, his grumpiness isn't directed at Krillin, so he makes himself calm down a little. But only a little.]

I'm about to create a clearing for us to use soon. How absurd, sending us out into a forest like this. [He presses on, moving more branches out of the way. Maybe...it would be better if they just took to the treetops. Starting on the ground is honestly annoying him.]

[comicallyheroic]

Has...anything they've done up to this point been any less absurd?

[Honestly, Vegeta, Krillin shouldn't have to be the voice of reason here. But...he is, so whatever.]

And why don't we find ourselves a place they can't escape from first. Once we jump them, some might try and run. May as well make sure.

[misterbrief]

[He glares back at him, but he's got a point, so he keeps his mouth shut about that, at least.]

Fine, Mr. Know-It-All. What exactly did you have in mind out here in the middle of the forest? [Just being snide of course. They could make the terrain into anything they wanted to deal with the dogs and he knew it.]

[comicallyheroic]

[He points at a large, clear patch of ground.]

Well we could make a pit. Cover it with stuff, then lure them into it. Wouldn't be hard, since we can just float over the leaves and stuff to make it look like we're standing on it.

[Okay, he saw this in a movie once. But the actors used wires.]

January 21st // Action

[tsundroid]

[Eighteen's arrival is at least preceded by a message left via the journals. It's short, sweet, to the point and directly addressed to him. It's handwritten even.]

Be at home tomorrow evening.

[That's the whole of it but it's certainly not surprising. The blonde wasn't the sort for long communications. She also isn't the sort for spur of the minute visits either.

She shows up just as it's getting dark, a dark jacket thrown over her clothes and her hands tucked deep into it's pockets by the time he answers her knocking.]

[comicallyheroic]

[Krillin figures out what it's about without any real question. That announcement was a big deal. That was a really, really big deal. And it definitely left them in an interesting position. Going home? That was great. It kinda sucked for some people, sure, like that one lady. But not really for him. He'd just be going back home.

Though, going back home with her?

He answers the door with a quickness, smiling warmly.]

Hey Eighteen. Wanna come in? Or...go for a walk? Or...

[tsundroid]

[Pff, a smile. A hand comes to rest against his head in response as she shifts around him inside without a word. She's on a mission here and she doesn't feel like pausing until she gets out what she's come for.]

You've heard the message, right?

[comicallyheroic]

[He smiles gently at that and steps over to close the door behind her and start walking towards the living room.]

Yeah. Who didn't?

[tsundroid]

[Who indeed. That made her problem easier though.]

So in time we're going to be leaving here for good.

[If she were better with conversation, she might lead into her issue a little better. She's not though and so the poor man gets the blonde standing awkwardly as he moves on into his living room, fidgeting a moment and then getting angry with herself for the fidgeting.

And then standing in his doorway with one hand on her hip and her words far too confrontational for what she's trying to say.]

Things won't change, will they.

[It might sound nice if it sounded less like she was going to beat him up if he said anything beyond no.]

[comicallyheroic]

[Krillin blink at her, a little unsure about what she's getting at. He's not really intimidated by her at this point, if he's being completely honest. She's not the scary killer android anymore. Well...she is...but she's also his girlfriend and future wife.]

Uh...no? I don't see why they would, do you?

[He really doesn't think there's any other possible answer, logically.]

I mean, I'll still feel the same way about you.