[Now this was more like it. Fighting obnoxious enemies was right up Piccolo's usual alley and much more enjoyable than attempting to answer some silly little prayer that a pathetic human made on a whim. He didn't care if his god was here or not, he could easily handle a few disgusting ayakashi on his own.
Although something about the fact that he was helping out with fish related duties kinda rubbed his antenna the wrong way. Weird.
He didn't dwell on that particular oddity for long as a group of small but annoyingly persistent ayakashi darted towards him in attack formation. Well, it was less a formation and more a random jumble of movement with no strategy to it at all, but beggars couldn't be choosers unfortunately. So the enemy was weak and pathetic, at least the Shinki had something to practice his moves on. Piccolo easily hop-dodged out of the way of the various attacks, landing gracefully a few meters back each time. Nothing to it.
Of course nothing ever liked to stay small and easy for long. With so much negative energy hanging about the area right now, the Shinki should have figured that something larger would have shown up too. And yet he was surprised when a rather large ayakashi suddenly slammed down in front of him with entirely too many limbs and--were those tentacles? oh god, those were tentacles--glaring hate-filled eyes pinned directly on his smaller form.
Piccolo glared back up at his new assailant with defiance in his eyes.] So you want a piece of me, too, huh? Well, let me give you a taste!
[Never mind the small glow coming from his hands, that was just his ki building up for a blast. Totally natural when Piccolo was readying his next attack for a more worthwhile opponent.]
II. On-season Offering
[Piccolo didn't even HAVE to eat to survive. Even when he was alive. So how the heck did he end up here? At a food chain? Attempting to--?
What exactly was he doing here?
Piccolo didn't have the first clue about social etiquette, much less public forums of any variety. Standing in a far corner out of the way was about all Piccolo had managed so far, watching the crowds of people move about their insane business (well he thought it was insane anyway) with wariness and disgust in his eyes. It was a good thing that most people didn't, or couldn't he supposed, see him. His glare probably wouldn't have helped settle the atmosphere any.
He would have much rather been fighting ayakashi, but while he could sense plenty of negative energy for the spirits to feed on, he hadn't quite spotted any to physically fight yet. More the pity he was beginning to feel crowded and inadequate as the crowds squeezed further and further in. He wasn't claustrophobic or afraid of crowds of people but he sure was beginning to put out a little too much negative energy himself crowded in like this. He probably should have left to find a more suitable prayer to answer a long time ago...
Piccolo | DBZ | Shinki
Although something about the fact that he was helping out with fish related duties kinda rubbed his antenna the wrong way. Weird.
He didn't dwell on that particular oddity for long as a group of small but annoyingly persistent ayakashi darted towards him in attack formation. Well, it was less a formation and more a random jumble of movement with no strategy to it at all, but beggars couldn't be choosers unfortunately. So the enemy was weak and pathetic, at least the Shinki had something to practice his moves on. Piccolo easily hop-dodged out of the way of the various attacks, landing gracefully a few meters back each time. Nothing to it.
Of course nothing ever liked to stay small and easy for long. With so much negative energy hanging about the area right now, the Shinki should have figured that something larger would have shown up too. And yet he was surprised when a rather large ayakashi suddenly slammed down in front of him with entirely too many limbs and--were those tentacles? oh god, those were tentacles--glaring hate-filled eyes pinned directly on his smaller form.
Piccolo glared back up at his new assailant with defiance in his eyes.] So you want a piece of me, too, huh? Well, let me give you a taste!
[Never mind the small glow coming from his hands, that was just his ki building up for a blast. Totally natural when Piccolo was readying his next attack for a more worthwhile opponent.]
II. On-season Offering
What exactly was he doing here?
Piccolo didn't have the first clue about social etiquette, much less public forums of any variety. Standing in a far corner out of the way was about all Piccolo had managed so far, watching the crowds of people move about their insane business (well he thought it was insane anyway) with wariness and disgust in his eyes. It was a good thing that most people didn't, or couldn't he supposed, see him. His glare probably wouldn't have helped settle the atmosphere any.
He would have much rather been fighting ayakashi, but while he could sense plenty of negative energy for the spirits to feed on, he hadn't quite spotted any to physically fight yet. More the pity he was beginning to feel crowded and inadequate as the crowds squeezed further and further in. He wasn't claustrophobic or afraid of crowds of people but he sure was beginning to put out a little too much negative energy himself crowded in like this. He probably should have left to find a more suitable prayer to answer a long time ago...
Help. Before he reverts back to his evil ways.]
III. Wildcard!