A private thread for Pyrus and Nashi, the Blue Bros!
Act I Scene I: Buying YumYum™ Noodles
The sons of Perry went to Central City to purchase a month’s worth of instant noodles. Although they were given some money by Perry (and some extra ‘don’t tell your mother’ money from Monad), neither ‘Senbyo’ nor ‘MegaPope’ were exactly paying jobs.
But their principal concern wasn’t making money, it was having money.
The machine gave a distressed beep. It spat out the few coins and notes Pyrus and Nashi happened to have on them as Nashi parrooned (original word! Donut steel!) around his few pockets in search of additional pieces of currency.
Behind them, by Pyrus, was a large trolley full of instant noodles. Considering how it was brimming over the edge, as a rough estimate, their purchase would cost approximately all of the munees. All of the munees that they didn’t have. Or about 39 zeni. Instant noodles is cheap.
”12. Wait, 12?” Nashi checked how much money he had put on the counter. ”11. Darn.”
The young employee stationed at the machine looked, worried, at the accumulating line behind the stagnant quarter-cats.
The store was packed with people, strangely he felt like they wouldn’t have enough money for the stash they were developing. In their trolley were millions, more or less, of YumYum noodles. They were split into two flavours, Pyrus was sure to put in a few extra of his favourite as he was older and therefore had a bigger stomach.
Pyrus noticed that they were just short off 1 munees. Instead of putting some noodles back as Nashi would probably do, he came up with a plan. In a flash he fell to his knees in front of the crowd of people that were lined up behind them. ”Can we pleeeeeeeeeeease have one munees? I’ll sing a song if you do!” The staff were confused as to what do to, but the crowd of people were just plain uncomfortable.
One man with a fancy suit and a mono-glass raised his voice in anger. ”Shut it, boy! I’ll pay you to keep your mouth closed.” The man threw a single coin at the boy and hit him in the chest. To be honest, it kind of hurt. The man laughed at the boy’s reaction, he enjoyed it all too much.
”What the hell is wrong with you?” Pyrus picked the coin up off the ground and flicked it over to the counter before approaching the wealthy man. He felt like punching him in the gut and taking him out from there, but he resisted the urge. He kept his hands by his side before giving him a warning. ”Stay away from me and my brother.”
Pyrus’ attitude flipped as he jumped back next to his brother with sheer excitement covering his face. ”Did you see that bro! I was like a super hero!” He tried to keep his voice as low as he could. The shop attendant, however, was having his best work day of his life.
Feel free to control the mean guy
Last Edit: Feb 14, 2018 19:12:53 GMT -6 by Pyrus: added PL
They might have had to put some of the noodles back to be able to afford any of them. If they only got about a third as much, even with that additional zeni munee, they'd barely have any more to spent, and that meant no ice cream! And if Nashi didn't get his ice cream, he'd be uncooperative until he did. It worked on Monad, at least.
Pyrus was doing Kami's work, trying to find additional munees. Despite this, even if everyone in the line gave four whole zeni to them, they still wouldn't have enough! And although Nashi didn't realize that his situation would make for a good premise in a mathematical inequality problem, he did realize that they just won't have enough dough (dough meant money, as Nashi realized way too late) for their purchase.
Pyrus flicked an additional coin the rest of the money on the counter. Ah, lovely: 12 out of 39. Yeah, this isn't going to work. The quarter-cat looked at what his brother was doing just in time to see Pyrus standing up for the brothers against the strong adversity of... just some guy. "Yeah, you sure showed him!" Unlike the intonations that phrase was sometimes put under, Nashi did not say it with any hint of sarcasm or ill-will. "Buuuuuut... Bro, I think we need to return a lot of these back to the shelves." This sounded like bad news. How could he make it seem like good news? "They'll all be your favourite flavour!" But Pyrus might have been distrustful of a recommendation made by Nashi that seemed to benefit only Pyrus. How could he make it seem as if he was gaining from this as well? "And we might have enough munees left over for ice cream!" Catnip flavour, of course.
Not only was the line of people getting longer, many of them were having their fuses burnt short. One man got to the point that he dumped his bags all over the ground and just walked out of the shop. To the cashier’s surprise, and relief, the rolling tins and smashing bottles caught his attention as he quickly alerted other staff to assist him. He made his way through the staff gate that Perry had always told him was never to be accessed by anyone but the staff. Naturally, he made his way there.
Just before it closed he slipped in while no one was looking, that is, besides a large number of people that began a fiesta once they saw what Pyrus was up to. He suspected they were definitely envious of his position. There was no way that he could be seen from the outside, he had made sure to keep his naginata especially low. He looked around frantically swiping his claws at anything that fancied him. In no time at all paper was scattered everywhere along with random items ranging from faulty products to cold, soft cash.
One of the staff noticed the rampage and made her way over, shouting at the quarter cat with a plea to stop his madness. He didn’t stop, Pyrus didn’t stop for no man! (Quarter cat three-quarter man included! That means you Nashi!) Upon noticing his mistake in getting caught he leaped next to the cash register and used his staff to swipe all of the noodles into the trolley where they belonged. He made his way to the top of the noodles and pretended to take his blue bro hostage so he could later take the blame if things went to the kitty litter. He would try to use the dull side of his blade to pick him up the grasp of Nashi’s hand.
Afterwards, he put his staff at the back of the trolley and smirked as he gripped it more intensely, quickly infusing it with Ki. A pump of flames spewed from the blade as the trolley launched with miraculous speed. The flames would usually engulf the store and people in flames, but the particular fire Pyrus used had the potential to account for cartoon physics, you see? Pyrus smashed through the window of the store and didn’t slow down as he rode along the roof of a nice looking ride in the parking lot. ”Woooooooohooo! How was that Nashi!?” Pyrus’ right hand punched the sky in his celebration as he cried out.
Noticing that Nashi could be on the trolley and therefore right next time him, he considered the fact that Nashi would be annoying and think about the regular people who would eat these noodles normally, and how much better it would be for the store if we had paid for them. So, Pyrus explained. ”You see bro, it’s not stealing, if you supply to the poor. We’re defenders of this world! WE’RE DESCENDANTS OF QUINCE! Does that not give us the rights to all the noodles in town? That’s what I thought” Regardless of whether or not Nashi was next to him, he’d still be in deep thought with his hand to his chin.
He got to a distance far enough that he assumed they wouldn’t be followed by anyone from the shop. That’s when he remembered Nashi recommending they put him back, HAH, what a joke. He chuckled to himself in genuine amusement as he awaited the delicious taste of cheap, instant YumYum noodles on the surface of his tongue.
Health magazines, even millennia ago, warned about how the age order in siblings had an influence over their personalities. With no middle sibling to speak of— at least, none that they were aware of— Pyrus and Nashi fit into a sort of dynamic in which the younger sibling (that's Pyrus, by the way) is the least sensible and much more prone to getting in trouble. Nashi, on the other hand, being the older and therefore the much more sensible brother, could only sigh as his brother began the sort of antics he had come to expect from Pyrus.
The younger, darker brother escaped in all the confusion of a few dropped cans and got to a point where Nashi was not able to see him, presumably in one of those staff-areas in which he was definitely not supposed to go. "You'll have to excuse my brother. He hasn't met his mischief quota for the day yet, and you know how people are with their quotas..." But, alas, the employee beyond the counter that he directed his words to was barely cognizant of being spoken to, for he was too busy picking up cans and hadn't even noticed Pyrus' absence.
Eventually, he came back, although the people were still too distracted to take notice. In one swiping portion with the Purrah Pole portion of is naginata, he put all of the noodles (and that's a lot of noodles!) in the trolley. Pyrus got much closer and got in a strange position... "You're— Are you trying to take me hostage? Lame." Knocking away his brother's influence, Nash stood there, annoyed by the antics surrounding him on all sides, and could only manage a facepalm as his brother shot flames throughout. Beleaguered, he followed his brother at a slow pace, but not before putting all of the currency he had shelled out on the bench. It was the least he could do. "Pyrus, you can't just do that! Stealing is stealing, regardless of who it's for. And even though stealing can sometimes be the morally right thing to do— and this was not one of those times!— it isn't made suddenly in any way 'not stealing'!"Dramaaaaaatic pause."'Defender of the world' isn't a title given, but earned. Neither of us has earned that title, not yet! And even though we'd be really cool when or if a planetary threat comes around and rears its ugly, non-blue head, we can't go around and claim that we're the planet's saviours. Not until it's true, if it ever becomes true."
Nashi continued home, the noodles in tow. The delicious taste of Peri Peri Pie Ice-Cream-Flavoured YumYum Noodles won't be enough to overpower his guilt. "There's a wise saying: 'something, something, sins of the father'. It tells us that the, uh, sins of the father are not the sins of his progeny. And although he's our grandfather, the opposite still applies to us: we haven't done anything, Pyrus! We haven't saved the world. We haven't vanquished beasts, nor saved maidens! Being a descendant of a hero does not make one inherently heroic. No, Pyrus: we have to earn that."
And that philosophy was all nice and cool and all that, but an unrelated thought crossed his mind: How are we going to get all these noodles up the Tower?
Last Edit: Feb 21, 2018 15:42:07 GMT -6 by Nashi: UP THE TOWER
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