| Heading to Hidden Mist from Hidden Aviation. Can't believe I didn't add that into the text. D: |
“So two priest’s walk into a bar…” Bel sits at a table inside of an empty bar. Knives and kunai are embedded in the ground and blood is spattered across various surfaces. The Jester is seen laughing at his own joke as he rummages through the alcohol behind a counter. He finds a bottle of fine wine and sits on the ground behind the counter. He hears Bel complain about having heard the joke before so, reluctantly, Jester thinks of something else. “A bar tender is serving drinks at a bar. He has three customers. One customer is drunk and off his rocker, another is high and drunk while also off of his rocker, the last guy is calm and drinking hard whiskey. The bartender asks the first what brings him to the bar and he points to the second man. He asks the second man the same thing and he laughs and gestures to the last man. The last man responds by saying that they were escaped, crazed inmates and he was the craziest one. The bartender goes to ask what makes him insane and the man responds it’s because he was knocked off his rocker by the other two twice and that made him sanely insane.” Jester laughs alone at his made up joke. He thought it was funny for a joke made on the fly. He felt the rest of them had no sense of humor.
“I want to do something fun,” Bel complains. He’d finally returned to Hidden Alchemy but wasn’t in the mood to weed out the village. He wanted to find those two females from before. He wanted to cut their heads off and have Jester do a show using them as hand puppets. Bel buries his face in his arms and mumbles. Outside the First Mate and the Second Mate are surveying the area. The sound of inflated rubber tapping against rocky ground is heard and the First Mate is already approaching the individual in question. He is grand in stature and seems to loom over the First Mate. With a grit of their teeth and a touch of their palm to the hilt of their katana, the First Mate gives this figure the permission to attack. A ‘swish’ noise echoes across the village and catches the Second Mate’s attention. He rushes through the forest—for some reason he’d ventured well beyond the bar in town that the others were around and went all the way out to the forest—aiming to seek out the source of the sound. Bel casually picks at the table with one of his knives as he hears the front door swing as if someone had gone through it. It must have been the Jester. After a few moments the door creaks again and Bel groans, “Jester, why don’t you try and actually make me laugh for once. If you keep failing at your job then I’ll just have to kill you. Shi shi.”
“A man that plans to rule the world without an orange ball in his hand, can’t possibly touch me,” someone states. Bel’s grin falls as he raises his head to look at the dark skinned man in front of him. The man bounces his basketball once and then tucks it under one arm. “Unless you only have plans of playing pirate? Then you’re doing just fine. Especially with that dress you’re wearing, kid.”
“Kaching,” Bel hisses as he frowns. Who was this guy? What gave him some right to insult him? “Who the hell are you supposed to be?” The stranger grins, shifting the basketball until it’s spinning on his index finger before Bel can observe.
“I’m the five hundred million dollar man. ACC Athlete of the Year. Holder of the Best NBA Player ESPY Award.” He continues to spin the basketball as he goes on with a grin that showed no arrogance, only the look of a man that demanded respect, “I’m Michael Jeffrey Jordan, M.J., and I retired from playing basketball as a sport a while back. My new passion is being an active entrepreneur, majority owner of the Charlotte Bobcats, and The Man That Rules the World With Orange Balls… of Steel!” The last part was a bit over the top. Clearly he was talking about basketballs. Basketballs are composed of rubber. Bel goes to grin when M.J. shrugs. “I need a water boy, you’ll do,” he states quickly.
“Kaching,” Bel goes again. He was really starting to get pissed off by this guy. “I’m no one’s lackey, balled man,” Bel grumbles angrily. M.J. doesn’t waste any time and turns for the door. That was easy. He was just going to leave? Just like that? Bel watches the man go out of the door and then walks outside after him.
“You had your chance kid. Now die…” He bounces his basketball and begins running. He rushes forward and then leaps into the air. Bel watches as M.J. strikes a pose in the air, sticks his serpent tongue out of his mouth, and cups his basketball in one hand. “Death’s Slam Dunk,” he states as the First Mate comes limping over. They cry something about this being the end of life itself as the orange basketball is slammed into the ground. A blinding white light erupts and then a billow of smoke in the shape of the Jordan brand symbol is seen from miles, even villages away. Once the smoke clears, the entire village of Hidden Alchemy is not only stripped of everything along the surface, but is leveled nearly ten miles below sea level. From there M.J. comes out of retirement and wins thirty MVP titles and two ranks as Overlord of the lands. After he unleashed his ultimate attack Basketball’s of Steel, he destroys the entire planet with steel basketballs and goes on to rule over the entire galaxy, molded in the shape of spinning orange basketballs.
Bel rolls along the bottom of the small boat that he and his crew travel on underneath the burlap sack going, “Ushi shi shi. Balls of steel… Shi shi.”
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Notes:: RPC = Bel Howwell [Dante] {Chakra Surge::160,250 / Current Chakra::--} ---------------- Current Outfit = [Bel] ---------------- Last Post = Hidden Aviation (Pp. 143, P. 13) ---------------- Words = 1,016*3 Total = 10,516 Anywhere Words = 0 Free Techniques = 0 (counts prior posts only) ---------------- Village Training List:: --
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Posted: Sat Jul 21, 2012 8:10 pm
Eki Gogyou from Hidden Substance to The Double Helix Company.
Kane Doragon from Hidden Steel to The Double Helix Company.
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