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Post by Tebooleh on Jan 30, 2019 15:56:38 GMT -6
Tebooleh found himself once more at the beck and call of the mysterious broker. He'd been told that his last "job" was the only one he had needed to do to keep his "secret". And yet, he'd gotten another message via a note slipped into his travelling pack. Another job he had to do for "reduced pay"... lest he find his three-eyed face plastered over the wanted posters of Saladdhin. He was told to wear the same outfit as last time, or more modern clothing again. So he once more wore his "modern" outfit. The same grey hoodie, the same blue jeans, the same red sneakers, and the same fingerless gloves. Underneath was the same black a-shirt. However... he also wore a beanie. Though the hat was for the reason that he could pull it low over his third eye while he was walking to the meet-up spot. He also wore a scarf which he drew up over his chin and nose, so that only his eyes and cheeks were visible. He also pulled his hood up over his head. He couldn't really wear the mask while walking to the site of his next "job", but he also didn't want his partner to see his face in full. No use in having more people know his secret.
The three-eyed man shivered as he made his way around a corner. He had to walk to the spot as well, to further avoid drawing any attention. But the city was cold and damp. The sort of cold that he hated most. Even if, he told himself, it was only a minor annoyance. Much like this next "job" would certainly turn out to be. He sighed with a bit of relief as he got close to the place he was supposed to find his... partner? Employer? Either way, he walked in to the meeting place.
Unlike last time, he was to meet them at a scummy little bar in one of North City's poorer districts. The sort of place where thugs, and thugs with other thugs working under them, tended to congregate. Away from the law's prying eyes. The sign was neon, the upholstery at least a hundred years old, and the drinks were supposedly watered down with piss. The tables, also, were sticky and had various stains on them that had yet to be cleaned. Grease, condiments, and possibly blood from brawls marked just about every faux-wood top. There were a few booths here and there, with curtains that could be drawn for "privacy". Either with the staff, or with each other. For any number of reasons. The counter had a surly alien with four arms scrubbing glasses, he had scars all over. Unless his face was supposed to look like that.
Tebooleh just tried not to get too much smoke or stink into his nose (with a light prayer of thanks to the Guardian for scarves being a thing), and peered about. Hopefully his contact was sitting at a booth, or somewhere near the back. Somewhere far from the bathrooms that probably hadn't been cleaned in twenty years.
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Post by Yangcong on Jan 30, 2019 16:33:59 GMT -6
Yangcong sat in a run down one star motel that had the works of adult activities and other illegal crimes. This wasn't Yangcong's ideal spot for conducting business, but its the only place where the Kingdom wouldn't even go to. Yangcong was now in times of desperation.
"We need to take care of this guy. He was another top officer of mine who decided to leave. If the Queen found out what I was doing, it may not go well for me."
Fang stood behind Yangcong as he sat on a wooden chair and tapping his fingers along the table.
"What if we got that guy to do it. The one where he helped us with that drug bust a while back?"
Yangcong looked over his shoulder and smirked.
"Excellent idea Fang. Tell the broker that we are requesting him asap."
The tracking down of said individual was rather more difficult this time. After running his name through known residences and other hotels and motels with Yangcongs scouts even trying to find him. He was finally tracked and a message was sent to him. Yangcong didn't like meeting in a run down rough bar that carried thugs and criminals of all kinds, but this was the only place where the authorities don't poke their heads in. The broker gave him the information and he had arrived. Upon his arrival, both Fang and Yangcong wore their unique robes along with straw hats. They made their way over to the man and sitting next to him. Fang sitting on the man's right, while Yang sat on the man's left side. Fang sliding him a note and the both of them got up and walked to the back of the establishment in a private room.
The note read.
"Go to the waiter with the short black hair in his twenties and tell him that you want to order a large whisky. He will then bring you to where we are."
The entire staff knew of Yang and Fangs arrival and paying extra money in order to have the backroom to themselves. If the man went through with it and met the both of them. Both Yangcong and Fang would remove their straw hats to reveal their faces to him. Yangcong would be the first to speak.
"Its nice to meet you again Tebooleh. We asked for your services once again. We have a rogue agent from my unit that stole a large shipment from me. We need your help in order to take it back."
Even though this statement was a lie, money is money and he would hope the man only cared for money and not exactly the amount of details as to what he stole and what not. Though Yangcong did come prepared of course. After clearing his throat and sipping his cup of whisky, Fang would bet the next person to speak.
"The payment will be one billion dollars. and if you want it to be off the records so no one knows that you received it via wire transfer. We can pay you in cash."
Fang sitting right next to a fairly large briefcase as the both of them waited for his answer.
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Post by Tebooleh on Jan 31, 2019 0:51:50 GMT -6
Tebooleh had taken a seat at the bar to wait for his little "mission". He'd ordered a soda, unaltered, to keep the bartender happy. It was rare that he got to have such a treat anyways. Soda was rather unhealthy AND considerably more expensive in undeveloped areas. Right as he was about to start drinking it however, two men came in. Both were wearing strange robes that, to Tebooleh, appeared to be the sort one would wear before a bath. They were also wearing straw hats. That... that didn't really help them blend in. He was about to tell them such when they sat on either side of him. However, he fell silent when a note was slipped his way and the pair left for the back room.
He waited a few minutes before following the note's directions. Not for the logical reason of trying to make it seem like he wasn't with the pair that had gone in the back. No-no. The tri-clops was instead weighing whether or not he wanted to go through with the whole thing. He could still leave, he could still back out. Once he went in that back room, he wasn't sure he would have another chance to just... stop.
But if he did, then his mask and his face would no longer be separated. His mistakes, his crimes, would be known to everyone. He would lose any shot at being trained by an honorable fighter. He would lose the ability to visit the developed cities for supplies or company. He would bring shame to his family, especially his father.
The young man sighed, then followed the directions of the note. He ordered a whiskey, not from the bartender, but from a young waiter with dark hair. The man simply nodded, then gestured for Tebooleh to follow him. A few moments later, he was led down an employee-service hall and into a little room in the back of the bar. It was mostly bare, but there were two shelves set up with some basic supplies and boxes of soda syrup for the dispenser. There was also a folding table set up in the center. And three chairs. Two were occupied by familiar faces, the third was empty.
The tri-clops sat his ass down in it. Right after he sat... he furrowed his (visible) brows. Yancong had greeted him by name. But not the name that he'd given the elderly Saiyan. Instead, it was by his true name. The one that he'd kept hidden. Great, two more knew the face that lay behind the mask of Saladdhin.
Tebooleh didn't even look at the money, instead the two eyes that he'd kept uncovered stared between Fang and Yangcong. His eyes were hard, and peered deep into both men. As if he was trying to pick them apart in his head. While giving the two this stare-down, the olive-skinned man spoke from behind his scarf. He didn't say "yes" or "no" or "cash please". Instead... He just asked...
"What exactly did this agent steal?"
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Post by Yangcong on Jan 31, 2019 15:30:17 GMT -6
"A large shipment full of scouters and armors. However, he sold it. We need you to go out there and find him. Start going North from here, its the best bet for tracking this man."
Yangcong would hand the man over the detail files and a picture of how this man looked like. This man was ranked an officer and based on the file, he stole a large shipment which was a lie. The truth is the man wanted to escape the life of undercover and really wanted to live his life to the fullest.
If Tebooleh wouldn't ask no further question. The mission would begin and he would be out the door and hopefully going North. Whether the man accepted the half of the money in cash or through wire the money would be there at his leisure. While traversing through the North, a nearby car would be driving by and throwing out fliers to cover the streets. These fliers was the same target that Tebooleh was going to go after. The fliers stated that there was a massive party at the street provided and to come in a suit and tie. Now this mission went from a private matter to a public one real fast. Tebooleh would have to blend in a crowd and assassinate his target. The modern age of today is that everyone uses a phone to capture everything around them and this would be the ultimate test for Tebooleh. If Tebooleh would get his new attire on and head to the party, it was a rather large mansion party where the women were wild and the men were go getters. The target would be on the highest floor in his private auction and selling the goods that he actually did steal from Yangcong and selling it to bidders all around the world.
Also attending this party and with his ki suppressed, Yangcong's clone would be there in a monkey suit and tie, his ponytail fixed up like how the original Yangcong decided to do it, along with wearing the suit. The truth is, Yangcong and Fang already knew where the target was to begin with. They just didn't want to kill a man where so many people were out and about and decided to give the task to Tebooleh instead. The clone would be mingling with other guest and avoiding Tebooleh at all cost if he did arrive at the party. This secret was necessary, for he wanted to see if the man would go through with it. Hundreds of guest were here to have a fun time. Yangcong's clone was there to watch Tebooleh's every move. The real Yangcong and Fang decided to give the man a much bigger gift than just the money itself. Something that they hoped that the man would appreciate if he succeeded in his mission.
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Post by Tebooleh on Feb 1, 2019 23:58:30 GMT -6
Tebooleh snatched the file and photo from the elderly saiyan's hands. Then he pulled the beanie up so that it no longer covered his third eye. With all three of his peepers, the olive-skinned man studied the document. He got a name, Tichoke. He got a rank, the Saiyan equivalent to a corporal. He even got the looks from the photo. A tall, buff man with a brown tail and spiky hair. Well if that wasn't just about every Saiyan in the galaxy, right there. The tri-clops also got a bit of detail as to the dimensions of the storage units for the armor and scouters that were stolen, via the dossier. It was an odd heist for this "Tichoke" to pull, to be sure. He felt as if about a dozen companies on Earth made scouters of their own. All with varying quality, but several models had higher tolerances, more rugged designs, and more accuracy than Saiyan models. Armor? Same thing. Hell, Capsule and Crop Corp both manufactured competing "brands" of battle armor and scouters. So why steal them? What did Tichoke hope to do? His eyes angled up towards Yangcong and Fang. They looked between the old Saiyan and the lion-man a few times. Though they eventually settled on Yangcong's face. On his eyes. Tebooleh's trio of brown orbs STARED and looked deep into the old man's. As deep as they could go... it was as if he was trying to find the old operative's very soul. At some point, he might have found it. The way that the light reflected in his eyes changed, and they began to gain the focused-yet-glazed look of someone reading a page a few times. Then they narrowed at Yangcong. The old man was lying. That much Tebooleh knew for a fact. But he didn't care. All he had to do was get back whatever it was that the young Saiyan had stolen. He probably didn't even need to kill the other man. " I will go and find your "scouters" then. You can expect them back within the week." That was all he had to say before he walked on out the door to the back-room. Then out of the service hallways... then out of the bar. Once he was out, he just kept walking. Yangcong had advised combing the North. The whole of the frozen northern regions. It was quite the wide net to be cast, and Tebooleh was planning on spending a few days doing nothing more than criss-crossing between settlements to see if he could find any records of Saiyan visitors. If he did that, he might be able to- He was hit in the face by a piece of paper as he was figuring out his plans. He pulled the paper from his face with an annoyed grunt, only to see the smiling face of the very Saiyan he had to find. Tichoke... the crazed runaway was holding a public auction for the stolen gear. Which made him wonder once again just what had been stolen. Because there was no way that someone would steal a bunch of cheap military surplus gear and then hold a big, fancy auction for it. This had to be some valuable stuff. The young man then groaned as he read the part in the flier where suit and tie were required. That meant having to procure some sort of fancy garb. Something like a suit. Or a higher-quality thawb. He groaned aloud as he mentally calculated how much Zeni he had. _______________________________________________________________Yangcong wasn't the only one avoiding Tebooleh at the party. Most of the various guests seemed to give him a wide berth. Perhaps they were so snooty that they knew he wasn't one of them. It could also have been the vibes he was sending off. He had grit his teeth, squared his shoulders, and glared at everyone that looked his way. He probably looked ready to kill the first person that dared to bump into him. Or at least go off on them. Not to mention that he was wearing what his people considered dress clothing. It wasn't poorly made... But everyone else was wearing "modern" suits with mods or fine fabrics. He was wearing a loose, black-and-red robe that reached down to his boots, and a black turban.
He refused the drinks that came his way from waiters. He didn't go to the buffet table. He also didn't talk to Yangcong, as he never noticed the elderly Saiyan. His eyes were focused on a far younger member of that race. The man hosting the event. Tichoke. The auction's host wound up being rather elusive, at least for the tri-clops with olive skin. He wasn't hard to pick out, being the only Saiyan in the ballroom, but he kept moving around. Tebooleh would try to get close to him near the glass sculpture of a warrior in flight, and Tichoke would move to a gaggle of industrialists. So Tebooleh would follow, but the group would swallow him, and then Tichoke would pop up two rooms away. It was quite the chase.
Eventually, though, Tebooleh cornered his quarry at the buffet table. Tichoke, being a Saiyan, had quite the appetite. This meant that a "visit" to a table laden with food would take quite a while, and involve lots of voracious stuffing of the face. The human laid his hand on Tichoke's shoulder. Then he squeezed it a tad, to make sure that the Saiyan wouldn't run off again.
"I have spent half the night trying to introduce myself. I must say, you can be quite difficult to keep up with." |
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Post by Yangcong on Feb 2, 2019 9:23:45 GMT -6
The party was rather pleasant feeling of excitement and everyone was enjoying themselves. However, when a particular man didn't wear the dress code that everyone else was wearing, people started to raise eyebrows and speak about it. The group that Yangcong's clone was in, also noticed and started to address the matter as they were far away from this man as he was walking to the next room.
"My word, how did he get an invitation here?"
The date that the man came with also put in her comment as well, as she wore a nice pearl necklace to go along with her stunning and elegant red dress with diamonds on them.
"Those are clothes that people of a village would wear. If he did get an invitation here, he obviously ignored the dress code."
Yangcong's clone decided to sly his way from his current group of people and spoke to them rather briefly before his depart.
"I agree, that choice of clothing isn't suitable for this party. I'm going to go tell the host about this."
The clone headed to the next room, where Tebooleh was about to touch the man's shoulders and the clone immediately idled himself nearby with other guest and trying to see what he was doing. Tichoke was a charismatic individual and not like some of the more rough housed saiyans that anyone typically met. He had the charm to sway almost anyone he has ever met. However when the man placed his hand onto Tichoke's shoulder and squeezed it, the man turned around and looked at Tebooleh and react with a fake pain as he began to scream just a tad bit. This small scream brought all eyes to him as he jokely laughed at Tebooleh and shoulder punched him playful. The other guests saw this and decided to ignore it as they saw it as a playful situation and not a serious situation. Some of them rolled their eyes, while others admired the man's kind gesture to treat someone who came with the wrong attire to a party. Tichoke noticed the man's choice of attire and began to chuckle with laughter.
"Hey buddy, um, what's with the clothes? I know I invited almost half the city here free of charge but... why did you come dressed like that? If your from a village of some kind and that is your way of formal and being fancy, then I will accept it."
He smiled at the man with a cheeky smile and placed his arm around the man's other shoulder and brought him in closer. He began to whisper at him with a smirk of curiosity.
"How would you like to visit the auction that is going on upstairs."
He would hand the man a VIP pass and then excused himself with a smile.
"Well friend, I need to go freshen up in the bathroom. Feel free to mingle with the other guests and in ten minutes, head upstairs. The auction will start then."
The man headed to the bathroom to freshen up and this bathroom was a public restroom where the patrons came and went. Currently there was three people in the bathroom. A fat bloated man that had too much to drink and eat vomiting in one of the stalls, another man taking a wicked wizz, and Tichoke standing by the sink and washing his face with water. Tichoke was so pleased that the shipment that he did pay for with his own money, would be sold to those at the auction. The only crime that this man did to Yangcong was leaving the organization in order to live a happy and carefree life and he was done being a criminal for Yangcong.
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Post by Tebooleh on Feb 4, 2019 0:57:25 GMT -6
Tebooleh opened his eyes wide and took a step back, he also pulled his hand off of Tichoke's shoulder. The Saiyan's bloodcurdling scream made it seem like his gentle squeeze had cause the man's shoulder to break, or pop out of socket. All three of the tri-clops' eyes then began to look around at the shocked faces of the party guests. Was one of them a doctor? Could any of them possibly help him get the poor man to one? This was bad, very bad. One hand began to reach for a hidden pocket in the formal thawb.
And then there was chuckling. Not a loud cackle. Not a belly-laugh or guffaw. Just... some light little laughter at Tebooleh's expense. The guests, who had previously been staring with horror, turned back to what they were doing. Tebooleh just let out a light sigh of relief. His shock faded back into a "neutral" expression. For the olive-skinned tri-clops, that meant furrowed eyebrows and a small frown. The stare of a grump.
In response to Tichoke's first question, the one about the outfit that Tebooleh was wearing, the young man nodded. Then he spoke.
"Yes. Among my people, this is considered formal dress."
To Tichoke's second question, Tebooleh only replied, "Uhhh..." This was mostly because the Saiyan invaded his personal space in quite the intimate manner. The trained fighter had to actively resist the urge to flip Tichoke over or knock him in the ribs. He succeeded in doing so, though only just barely.
His answer, or lack thereof, didn't seem to matter too much as he was then handed a VIP pass. The VIP pass that hadn't been included with the open invitation. The VIP pass that would let him just go up to the room that had been converted to an auction hall. Tebooleh's mind flashed back to earlier that morning. He'd spent the last of his Zeni on the thawb, and thus had needed to scrounge up a meal. His breakfast had consisted of fish caught in a river near North City, some gathered berries, and bread baked in a makeshift oven. He'd been alone in the middle of nowhere to eat it, when some robot had appeared from nowhere to inform him that an account had been opened in his name. The little hovering sphere had even given him the access information and the amount available inside.
Apparently, five hundred million "dollars" translated to about fifty-four billion Zeni. As Tichoke headed to the bathroom, Tebooleh's mind whirred and whirled. If he could just buy the stolen supplies with the money he'd been gifted (presumably the first half of his payment) then he could skip having to fight Tichoke for it. After all, the job that he'd been given was to help recover said supplies. Or had it been to just find Tichoke? After he'd asked what was stolen, the details of the job had changed.
Feh. Tebooleh headed up to the VIP-only area with two plans. Plan one, buy what Tichoke had stolen. Then ask him if he'd ever stolen anything from a "Yangcong" while making it seem like he was disconnected from the man. Plan two... attend the auction, buy only a few things, and then get Tichoke alone somewhere on the mansion grounds. Then knock him out, carry him off, and question him about what he'd done with the stolen supplies. Simple.
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Post by Yangcong on Feb 4, 2019 1:22:49 GMT -6
The auction was about to begin as all of the VIP members started to go upstairs. The stolen merchandize in question was in a purple slick bag and about ten of them being in these medium size sacks. These were just one of the top treasures among the others. The evening grew more colder and the auction event had started. Each VIP member was placed in a row of five chairs with a column of also five. Each VIP member sat down and based on the bids of the first few items presented, the amount that these people paid were off the charts. The target was also in the room, however, having a case of the stomach pains, made him promptly hold his stomach and excusing himself from the event. Rushing to the private bathroom which was in the next room and behind another door. One of his top security guards being a red brenchian, stood there guarding the one person bathroom. Based on his facial expression, anyone could tell that he didn't want to do it. But he also wasn't the type of individual to be persuaded by money.
However things started to become more intense, as one of the security team shouting.
"THE TEN PURPLE BAGS ARE BEING STOLEN!"
While the guards were on the move going after a man wearing all black and a ski mask, the one who guarded the bathroom door, also started to chase down the man who stole the goods. Then more black masked individuals started to steal the other items as well. The place was getting more chaotic and Yangcong being in the back of the auction room, started to telepathically speak with Teeboleh.
"Now's your chance. Get in there and assassinate him."
Yangcong would still continue to hide himself with the crowd running about and he would carefully watch Tebooleh. While all this was happening, Tichoke was having a really bad case to say the least. Knowing full well he shouldn't of had dairy to begin with. He heard the shouts but damn it, he just couldn't get up and take care of the matter.
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Post by Tebooleh on Feb 6, 2019 3:06:48 GMT -6
Tebooleh had run into a few problems with his plan shortly after the auction started. First of all, he had limited funds. Thus meaning that he couldn’t just buy up every one of the bags, especially when the bidding for the first bag passed 54 billion Zeni. After the second bag went that high, he almost considered giving up. But… none of the other bits of bidding got that high. Whether everyone else knew more about what was in the bags, or the only two people that valued the bags that much had already gotten what they wanted, it was impossible to know. But 54 billion was still the total amount that he had to play with. So, while he secured the third and fourth bags with bids of 25 billion and 20 billion Zeni respectively…Well he wasn’t really able to net bags five, six, and seven. All that he could do was keep track of who got which bag. Perhaps later he could take the stolen items bag while wearing the mask of Saladdhin.
It was almost too easy and boring for him.
Right as the tri-clops had that thought, all hell broke loose. After their host excused himself to use the restroom, a very stereotypical thief (complete with ski mask, baggy clothes, and non-descript shoes) ran through. He was carrying all ten of the mysterious purple bags, containing the secret items. Tebooleh stood to intercept and assist the security guards that were chasing after him, but another thief appeared. Then another. And another. And another. And another. There was soon a gaggle of thieves in near-identical clothes and with very similar builds running around. To top it all off, some appeared to be ki-trained, while others were not. The guards lost their scouting devices to damage from the ki-trained crooks within minutes, as the masked men focused on the fragile little devices. And none of them seemed trained in using ki.
It was utter chaos. But Tebooleh knew how to sense energy, and how to take advantage of chaos. If he played his cards right, he could assume the mask of Saladdhin without anyone being any the wiser. He’d left his regular thawb and his mask in some bushes outside. With his speed, it would be simple to rush outside, change, and return to steal the bags himself. He outstripped even the ki-trained crooks and guards by a fairly wide margin. He could even capture Tichoke and interrogate him about the location of the “scouters” that he stole! It would be perfect! He slowly rose from his seat to enact his plan.
Then he heard Yangcong’s voice inside of his head telling him to kill the party’s host. That was a new one. Having dealt with telepathy and Yangcong before, each once, Tebooleh had the feeling that he wasn’t just imagining the old man’s voice inside of his head. He wondered, was the telepathy two-way? Could he send a message back by thinking at Yangcong? Or an imagined image of Yangcong? The tri-clops did his best to picture the old Saiyan’s bearded face as he thought a message back.
‘No. That was not what you asked for me to do. You wanted me to help recover your stolen goods, and perhaps find Tichoke to do so. He is here, he knows where what he stole from you is, and I can easily recover whatever he took in this chaos. I will do what you hired me to do. No more. No less.’
He had a feeling his rejection of such a direct order would not go down well at all.
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Post by Yangcong on Feb 6, 2019 13:01:14 GMT -6
Yangcong began to sigh as he continued to speak to Tebooleh with anger to his voice.
"That man has killed children and adults the same. He is a criminal who not only stole from me but betrayed me as well. I can double the payment you would like, but if you don't take him out then I will. It makes no difference to me."
The stolen goods that were taken were employed by Yangcong and he continued to speak to Tebooleh telepathically with both his hands to his pockets now.
"I already got the stolen goods and now all you have to do is get rid of him."
Behind Tebooleh, would be the masked thieves that stood right behind Yangcong, in front of Tebooleh would be Tichoke, who finally out of the bathroom and stared at Tebooleh and Yangcong and the masked thieves.
"Just what the hell is going on here and Yangcong! YOU GOT A LOT OF NERVE COMING OVER HERE. WHY ARE YOU STEALING THE GOODS THAT I PAID FOR WITH MY MONEY!"
Yangcong folding his arms across his chest and looking at Tichoke.
"You mean the goods that you got with the money that you stole from me right? You were a good employee and you decided to turncoat and work for the Queen right?"
Tichoke was puzzled at his claim and shouted back at him even more angry.
"Work for the Queen? You really think i'm like those sellouts that left? No man I just wanted to live the life of freedom and stop committing all these crimes you had us do all these years."
"Remember Tichoke, I was able to pardon your life sentence by you working for me and here you are betraying me by leaving. You already know that once a member always a member. You knew when you signed my contract."
Tichoke closing his balled fist and looking at Tebooleh.
"So you hired this man to take me out? I always knew you could never fight your own battles. What a shame...So your going to just kill an innocent man boy?"
"Innocent? Tebooleh he isn't innocent. End his life and lets get out of here."
Fang was also in the shadows just watching the entire event unfold before his eyes.
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Post by Tebooleh on Feb 9, 2019 15:54:16 GMT -6
Tebooleh had been just about to whirl around and tell Yangcong off for trying to command him to assault a man on the can. He could have sworn he detected the man's energy right behind him. However... Tichoke had finally finished up his "business", and exited the bathroom. What followed was a spurt of chaos that was far more disruptive to the tri-clops than the mad scrabble for the thieves had been.
Yangcong and Tichoke's argument was loud, it was abrasive, and it made Tebooleh question his sides more than once. Neither one of them would shut up. Neither one of them would make a coherent point about why Tebooleh should believe them. Neither one of them would just let the man think. Why had he even accepted this job? Why had he left his village? Had this been why he abandoned a place of honor, a sacred duty? To be bossed around by an old man with loose morals, for fear of being thrown into prison? To kill innocent men that wished to escape the life of a criminal? To kill people for money?
For just about the entirety of Yangcong and Tichoke's exchange, Tebooleh had been gritting his teeth. He'd also been clenching his fists tighter and tighter... A low growl had risen from his throat a few times, and certain words had caused his rightmost eye to twitch. All of these signs pointed to a man simmering with rage.
That rage reached the boiling point when Yangcong commanded the three-eyed man to kill Tichoke and be done with it. Tebooleh's anger at himself, at Yangcong, and at the situation had all reached the boiling point. Both figuratively AND literally as the man's aura became visible. Whisps of orange and red swirled and quickly replaced the natural white of the free-flowing energy. The tri-clops screamed, then launched a bright, white beam of light from his third eye. As he did this, he turned his head from side to side. Somewhere during the argument, he'd moved so that he was facing neither Tichoke, nor Yangcong, but instead some point "between" the pair. So when he turned, he was able to try and aim his beam at both in turn, while holding the blast for long enough to cut deep into the mansion's walls. Luckily all of the guests had cleared out, but plenty of the masked thugs and the security team definitely got hit as Tebooleh tried to direct his rage at the two Saiyans.
"ENOUGH OF THIS!"
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Post by Yangcong on Feb 10, 2019 17:35:09 GMT -6
The argument between the two seemed to have ceased the moment Tebooleh was frustrated of the whole situation and after vanishing from both of their line of sight, they both looked at him towards the air and with his powerful blast which was aimed at the both of them. The massive explosion took place! The floor itself began to crumple, the walls itself began to form cracks and dust in the air. The smoke briefly feeling the air and bits of pieces of the ceiling fell onto Tichoke. With a heavy pant and being crushed by steel bars and other materials of the building, he let out a violent cough. While on the other side, Fang was able to keep most, if not all of the falling material away from Yangcong as he used his ki barrier to protect the both of them. The crew on the other hand weren't so lucky as most of them received minor to major injuries. Yangcong looked to Tebooleh in anger.
"Listen here, I hired you to do this job and both Fang and I were glad that we picked you to do this job. Because we both know of your past and the online videos of what you did to that warehouse. However, you forced me to do this, this was suppose to be a present for you after the job was done."
He would pull out a passport, along with an identification card, he would toss it over to Tebooleh. If he would look at it, it would have a new name and everything on the identification card and passport.
"Both Fang and I know what its like being criminals. Which is why we wanted to give you a second chance at life. So that you don't have to wear that mask. We can also get rid of the online video of what happened to you. We have connections as you already know. However in order for all that to become valid right now and for me to have your new name on file and the videos removed permanently, you are going to have to kill this man."
Tichoke began to chuckle, almost laugh at Yangcong's attempt of persuasion.
"Let me tell you something three eyed man. For once he's actually telling the truth. Yangcong is able to make anyone disappear and have a clean record. But don't let this fool you. He will continue to ask for your service until he is done with you. People like him never change and where Fang stood, is where I stood before he even came along. If you accept his offer, you will never be able to leave his organization ever. He will send men to kill you, just like he is doing to me and all of the others."
Yangcong looked to Tichoke and back at Tebooleh with a stern look.
"You are wrong Tichoke. Tebooleh isn't another agent of mine, like how you were. He simply gets his payment and gets to live his life free. because he hasn't done anything wrong. You on the other hand have done wrong Tichoke and I was there to bail you out of prison and instead of serving life, you served me. That is where you are misguided Tichoke. Tebooleh works with me, not for me. So what do you say Tebooleh. You will still get your paperwork done, along with the money to start over a new leaf."
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Post by Tebooleh on Feb 12, 2019 17:18:40 GMT -6
Tebooleh's left eye twitched a tad as Yangcong spoke and gave his "gift". A fake name? A falsified passport and paperwork? That wasn't what the man wanted. He just wanted to be left alone, for his mask and his normal name to be separate! All three of his eyes stared daggers at the old man that thought of himself as "so generous". Giving an unwanted gift after pulling him onto an unwanted job with the veiled threat of releasing secret information. To add insult to injury, he hadn't been hired for this job at all! He'd been hired to help-
The tri-clops suddenly quit clenching his teeth and hands. His body posture loosened. He gently exhaled out through his nose, and closed all three of his eyes. When he opened them, the rage and anger that had been building was gone. Then he sloooooooowly pushed Yangcong's hand, and the offered passport and papers, away from his body.
"Actually, you hired me to recover your stolen items and to help find this man for you. As you have recovered the items yourself and found the man all on your own... I appear to have failed the task you gave to me." As he spoke, he gestured. First, he pointed to the thieves and thugs. Who were all holding goods that were either stolen, or paid for with money from said stolen goods. Then, he pointed to Tichoke... who, being a trained Saiyan soldier, was probably fine under all of that rubble. Tebooleh's extra senses told him that he had probably only winged the man.
He shrugged. Then... his brows stopped furrowing and hanging low over his eyes. His mouth loosened up a bit, as well. In fact... his whole body seemed to take another step into relaxed and at-ease. There was no trace of his previous rage, the fuming, the grumpiness. IT was all gone. All of it.
"Which means I shall have to return the first half of the payment that you have given to me. I shall head back to the bank now and do so."
The tri-clops bowed from the waist towards the elderly Saiyan, and his lion companion. Then he straightened up and turned on his heel until he was pointed towards the pile of rubble that Tichoke had been under. He gave another bow, once more from the waist.
"Thank you for having me in your home. A thousand apologies for the damages, I shall pay for them as soon as I am able."
With that, he straightened back up... then flew upwards. The roof of the room had quite the big hole in it. Not from Tebooleh directly, but from his burning and destroying of several beams and studs that supported that particular piece of the roof. This conveniently left the man in the thawb a nice escape from the room to lift himself out of. He angled his face upwards as he rose. That way, once he was far enough up that nobody could see said face, he could smile to himself. Without anyone catching it.
There. Let the two Saiyans bicker and argue. Let Yangcong dirty his own hands. Tebooleh had failed the task he'd been hired for, so he had no more reason to be there in the middle of it. And, by treating the "gift" as if it were also part of the payment, he'd been able to refuse without insulting the old man directly. His name was still his. His sins were still his, as well. And they would probably leap from the mask of Saladdhin, to become attached to Tebooleh as well. Even if Yangcong didn't pursue vengeance, his lion friend might very well leak the true identity of the masked terrorist to proper authorities. But that would come later. What mattered at the moment was, for once, the young man's anger hadn't gotten the better of him. Instead, the olive-skinned tri-clops had remained calm and used his head to get out of a forced moral dilemma. A forced choice between two men that were probably both liars.
It felt good.
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