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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[misterbrief]

[Oh yeah, that's the part he doesn't want to do.]

I made the hole, you can cover it up.

[comicallyheroic]

And you can help.

[He moves over and picks up some fallen sticks.]

I'm the one doing the magic, remember?

[misterbrief]

[He turns, glaring and growling at Krillin. He doesn't want to help.]

And? This was your idea, remember that? [Or, Vegeta just doesn't want to pick up sticks and leaves.]

[comicallyheroic]

And. Help me so we can get this done faster...

[He's really not wanting to stand around arguing all day, but geez dude, do your share too. Anyone can dig a damn hole.

He starts covering it with some sticks, getting more.]

[misterbrief]

[He kicks a few sticks near him over towards the hole. Fine. He'll get sticks but he sure as hell isn't going to go around picking leaves off of trees. Because he's a brat.]

Me, the saiyan prince, picking up sticks, honestly...

[comicallyheroic]

Sure, whatever.

[He'll get the leaves, whatever. Krillin just punches a couple of trees to knock them down.

And then he gets to work]

[misterbrief]

[He angrily dumps whatever sticks he's gotten across the hole, with little concern of how they look. Not even crossing them or anything. What. He helped, that's good enough for him.]

Here, there's your sticks. Now can we please move on to the important part?

[comicallyheroic]

In a minute, hold your horses.

[He takes the time to carefully arrange and cover the hole, the process taking maybe five minutes or so.

When he's done, he claps his hands and nods in satisfaction.]

There. Done. Now, let's go round some up.

[misterbrief]

[His arms fold over his chest as he watches Krillin put the final touches on their pit.]

About time. [But, either way, now they can get to the fun part.] Well? Get to it.

[comicallyheroic]

[Krillin takes a step, hopping up into the air, in case there are hunters close enough to just jump.]

Alright, give me your hand. I really only know how to use healing magic so far, and I can't use that on myself.

[misterbrief]

[He just blinks at him. Give him his hand?]

No.

[That's...his hand.]

[comicallyheroic]

Then you're going to need to find something else for me to heal.

[Baby.]

[misterbrief]

[All Vegeta can think is, why can't he just heal himself...so worthless....]

[So he lifts his foot up.]

Here. You can heal this.

[comicallyheroic]

Fine.

[Krillin starts to concentrate and touches the foot, expelling a big burst of magic. He's trying more or less to just make a lot of magical noise...but Vegeta's foot probably doesn't hurt anymore.]

[misterbrief]

[Vegeta looks bored. His foot never hurt to begin with. But behind that stoic exterior, he's listening. Trying to smell for that rotted flesh of the hunters.]

Keep it up. Can't you do more than that?

[comicallyheroic]

[He pushes out more magic.]

We might wanna fly around a bit, try and get them to follow a trail.

[misterbrief]

So what, you're going to hold onto my foot as we fly around? [It's a good idea, and Vegeta might of taken it seriously had this been a life or death situation.] Great.

[comicallyheroic]

...fly higher than I am. Or give me something else. I dunno, find me a bird or something.

[misterbrief]

[Silently, he turns, looking around- he'll do exactly what Krillin has asked of him.

He spots a bird, and lifts his hand up imitating a pistol, and lets a tiny beam fly, right through its wing.]

There.

[comicallyheroic]

[Krillin blinks in shock and dives for the bird, catching it and shooting Grumpy a dirty look.]

...seriously?

[misterbrief]

I found your bird. [He stares Krillin down.] Well?

[comicallyheroic]

...you didn't have to shoot him.

[Now he sets to work, starting out into the jungle, healing the bird as he goes.]

[misterbrief]

[He doesn't answer Krillin, but instead lifts off the ground himself and will follow the monk so he can keep an eye out. He'd like to let him know if his magic was luring the dogs or not- so that they could group up as many as they could find. As they fly through the forest, he's starting to spot them moving through the trees, noting the distinct, awful odor attributed to them.]

Look. Do you see them? It's working. Let's move a bit slower so they can keep up, heheheh.

[comicallyheroic]

[Krillin keeps on floating along, slowing down as requested, and moving just out of reach, about twelve feet off the ground. His path is meandering, too.]

We'll get a whole lot of them this way. Man, I can totally hear them too. It's like I'm ringing a dinner bell.

[misterbrief]

[He looks back at all the dogs following them, and grins.]

It is. And it's the last dinner they'll ever see. Too bad. They aren't even going to get a taste.

[Some have given up after running for too long, but they still managed to attract enough of the shift hunters. After they've managed to gather quite a few of them by flying around the area, he heads back to their pit, and goes to float down right over the hole. He knows he doesn't really need to say anything to Krillin.

Because when they pounce, they'll move. That easy.]