Genon
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Post by Genon on Sept 20, 2020 11:40:20 GMT -6
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South City Park
There had been a string of unexplained murders popping up around South City. Clothing was left behind in the position the victim may have died in. One victim was face down in their living room; a second was folded over the bath tub; and a third was pajamas found in bed next to the grieving spouse. Skin cells recovered from the clothing indicated that they were worn before the victim disappeared, but there were no signs of the victim removing the clothing prior to vanishing. The vanishing happened while they were still wearing their clothes! Because there were so few victims, the city hadn’t been entirely disturbed. Earthlings continued to watch their web videos, date online, and worry about celebrity news. Life resumed as though those lives didn’t even matter.
It wasn’t easy being an escaped bioweapon in a city. Mainly because there were more miniscule power sources than there were large ones. However, Genon had plenty of food to stave off its appetite. The grub was taking a nice stroll on a Sunday. It had found its way into a baby crib that the clueless Mom was pushing along, while holding her cellphone between her shoulder and cheek. She had been talking for over thirty minutes to her girlfriend. Brittany was her name.
After a nice feeding, Genon was stretched out on its back as round as a ball park hot dog and wearing a white newborn onesie and bonnet. Its head was rested back upon a pillow. Its multiple prolegs folded comfortably over its tummy as the clouds passed overhead. It was so nice and the human had been too dumb to notice. She was too distracted with her phone to even realize what had happened. Genon figured he would ride along for a few minutes longer before he would find a new mobile home.
The mother was preparing a bottle of formula, shaking it around as she continued to chat:
“No; Cameron (her son) hasn’t got his teeth yet. He’s still on formula at least for a few more weeks,” she said. “He’s being a good boy right now. I couldn’t get him to stop crying no matter what I did. I would rock him for a bit, but then as soon as I would put him back in his crib, he would scream his head off.”
After shaking the bottle, she walked around the front of the crib and held the bottle toward the grub’s face. Genon stared at the bottle of milk before raising its feet to hold it.
“That’s my little man,” the mother cooed. She scratched its chubby belly with her manicured finger and returned back behind the stroller to resume pushing it.
Genon stared at the container of sloshing white cream, its round eyes squinting at it suspiciously. It parted its maw to bite the end of the bottle as cool milk gushed into it. It didn’t taste too bad. Riding in a crib on a sunny day with a bottle of liquid food, it was a dream come true. If only its prey came in liquid form and could have been fed to it in a bottle.
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Post by Kalaboo on Sept 20, 2020 18:50:20 GMT -6
People were missing, leaving nothing behind except for clothes. Some said this was part of some tasteless publicity stunt, very on-brand for earthling business, while others were more keen on blaming alien abductions. For his part, Kalabas thought that this was the initiation of those mayfly cults, made different by enforced nudity or some such nonsense. He could see some sense in it actually, weren't clothes one's closest anchor to the material world? Peel the layers of fabric, then skin, then meat, and then you'll have the soul, made bare for all to see! The ghost thought it a cute gesture for earthlings to attempt, how they managed to reduce even self-improvement to an exchange of commodities. Only, it wasn't cute at all! How wasteful.
Vexed, simply vexed, Kalabas shut North's Gazette. Not because the publication was little more than gossip on the most powerful and inane, but because such light reading had done little but make the walk from North City to West City feel all the more... bizarre. He had crossed Earth's pole without realizing, and now loomed with his newspaper and wheelbarrow on some park in South City. He slapped his forehead, but only after making sure he had all the construction equipment still on hand. Just because he had that tomato-red spellslinger as a foreman it didn't mean he'd stay in his good grace's forever, it was better to establish a net of suppliers and donors.
'What an ugly...!' the thought flashed as he looked over his shoulder, at something inhuman stuffed in a pram like a doll. Curious - and too dead to care whether it went counter to etiquette - he approached the mother. He was dead and ethereal-looking, very clearly a ghost. "That thing in the pram. A pet, is it? Some sort of saibaman?"
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Genon
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Post by Genon on Sept 20, 2020 23:22:05 GMT -6
“Hold on Brittany…” the mother looked at Kalabas, staring at him for a good two seconds before her brain finally alerted her to the threat. A shadow of fear fell over her face as her whole being tensed up. With a shrill scream of terror, she whirled, snagging the handle of her stroller as she bolted away from him.
The stroller bounced and shook over every uneven slab and stone upon the sidewalk. The bottle fell from Genon’s mouth from all the jostling. The larva rolled onto its belly and crawled across the crib to the edge where it stood on its numerous hind legs. It peered over the side at what appeared to be…the grub growled—a Saiyan. It appeared to be one, but its cybernetic mind wasn’t processing it like a living organism. Genon glanced away to regard a squirrel scampering to a tree. A red halo flashed about the moving animal, and a red orb expanded within the worm. It moved up its body as though it were a tube, reaching its mouth until it shown in a bright crimson between its jagged teeth. The orb shot from its mouth to dart across the space and strike the squirrel in an over-the-top grenade-like explosion that sent dirt, plant matter, and maybe even bits of singed squirrel pieces into the air before it rained down. Car alarms nearby the impact zone rang out as they were pelted with debris.
The baby’s mother screamed again at the sound of the explosion. Brittany was still on the phone and shouted, “Oh my god! What is going on? Gloria? Gloria, are you there?”
Gloria stopped running and brought her phone to her ear. “I think we’re being attacked!” she exclaimed as she hastily moved around the stroller to pick up her baby.
Genon had been giving Kalabas a wicked grin after its display of destructive power until its mom scooped it up. It was thrown over her shoulder as she abandoned the stroller to run. With its little proleg nubs clinging to her shoulder, Genon’s bug-like eyes thinned as the corners of its mouth twisted with malevolence. Stupid Saiyan. Whether he was actually there or an illusion, it hated them. They were to be destroyed.
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Vale
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Post by Vale on Sept 21, 2020 21:21:41 GMT -6
In a poof of air, the Shinjin appeared out of nowhere, materializing in this not-so brand-new world. Earth had been -and remained- quite the headache for a very long while, often finding itself the stage of rising powers and empires, drawing attention from other superpowers across the galaxy, only to die out within the same century. An endless cycle of rise and fall. Of course, other troublesome curiosities saw their focal point be this very world. Tales of the dead being brought back to life was, to this day, something almost exclusive to the residents of Earth, as well as Namek. A source of much anxiety for ogres and other paper workers up there above the golden clouds, for sure. For every occurrence of this mysterious resurrection, poor Shinjins and other Ogres alike just could not hear the end of it. They really, truly, needed more vacations. Poor things. Wearing his formal clothes, Vale thought about how he could integrate this fashionable society a little more. Since he was here on an expedition, he figured the appropriate attire. A snap of his fingers quickly transformed his red and blue robes into a nice and very beige safari outfit. Complete with the hat, mid-thighs shorts, and knee-high white socks, the look could deceive almost anyone. Now, he could freely take notice of the diverse fauna that comprised this world. And now, it would be mean of him to enjoy this fine expedition without a proper assistant. To that effect, he placed his left palm towards the ground. Strange symbols began appearing on the ground, being traced by a mystical force. Once the various circles and esoteric imagery finally combined, a beam of neon green light shot up towards the sky, leaving a strange red-skinned creature in her pajamas in the middle. An ever-growing grin appeared on the Shinjin’s face. “ Ah, did I catch you at a bad time? What time is it in the Demon Realm, anyway?” he said, not feeling sorry one second. “ What do you want?” replied the small demon in her usual grumpy voice. Or was she an Ogre? He still hadn’t figured that one out. Safe to say she was probably a little bit of both. “ Dearest Maika, today is cause for celebration! Despite many months ruminating on what I could do, I have finally decided to enjoy a little of what the universe has to offer us! Therefore, I’m bringing you WITH me, to explore the local fauna and flora of Earth! Think of it…as…a bonding activity?” “ Uuuurrgh. As long as I don’t get to wear these clothes.” “ Of course you will, it’s only proper etiquette.” He replied with a serious tone. Another snap of his fingers and they now had matching outfits, much to her dislike. “ Come now, Maika. We have much to see! This world is filled with surprises! And…if I find yourself to be of good company, I wouldn’t mind forgetting you here for a day or two. Away from that literal hell that is the Demon World. Surely you’ve heard of Earthling fashion, right?” Suddenly, he had caught her interest. Bribing always worked best with materialistic individuals, huh. “ Well, then, let us make haste! We have much to see and so little time.” *** And that’s about how they found themselves in that park, in South City. Vale’s fingers forming a frame, he appeared to be taking pictures. While this would only look weird and might attract some insults from the locals, they always had a little bit of surprise when an actual flash of light escaped the rectangle formed by his thumbs and index fingers. Quickly, he was dismissed as a street performer. While most things appeared boring at best, there was a glimmer of hope when he noticed two abnormally strong energy signatures. A ghost, most likely of Saiyan origin and another bug, perched on a woman’s shoulder. To this improbable duo, the Shinjin did nothing but snap yet another picture with his invisible camera. “ Look at these two fine specimens, Maika! A lost soul! Oh man, these ogres must be pulling out their hair trying to figure out where he went to. And that strange bug! Why is it so strong? Truly a miracle of nature, don’t you think so?” “ Huh, right…” “ Anyway…” Vale ignored his ogre companion (or was she a demon?) for a little while, focusing on the ghost and the strange lifeform. “ But that begs the question. What would creatures so strong be doing in such a place? You don’t come off as the guardian type to me…No offense.” He gave a look to the woman holding the animal-like being as if it were her baby. Just what was her role in all of this? He wondered, scratching his chin.
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Post by Kalaboo on Sept 22, 2020 14:20:17 GMT -6
Kalabas pressed his lips into a line to fine it could have been taken away by the wind. More lines appeared on his forehead, veins of anger bulging out at the frustration of scaring someone. As a ghost this was naturally quite a big fulfilling experience, but couldn't his wicked terror and charm not have chosen some other time to strike? He didn't follow the running woman — his curiosity wasn't nearly strong — and instead dismissed the glowering little monster. It was very amusing, however, that the thing attempted to scare a ghost. The insect earned itself a squint, and a brow perched in confusion as a squirrel exploded.
The challenge of the counterattack came from holding back, a stray or too strong ray could reduce much of the city into a crater. From the ten splayed fingers came thin lines of ki, so weaving in and out of sight like suture wire. They reduced flying bits of squirrel, stone and dirt into finer dirt.
"Well, that was just uncalled for, wasn't it?"
He set his fists, big as the baby Genon had eaten, on his hips. The thinking posture held when two spectators came, each carrying a different reek of the Otherworld yet donning the same — would he be so daring as to call it adorable? — costume. The taller and holier of the two posed a question, one that the Duke perked up at, interested. "Would you happen to have more of those?" he asked the mother "Pruned, preferably."
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Genon
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Post by Genon on Sept 22, 2020 23:42:19 GMT -6
A sweat bead descended down the side of the grub’s head at the miniscule display of power the Saiyan specter had demonstrated. As small as it was, Genon was able to detect that he was out of its league. The drop of Saiyan DNA in its composition begged it to challenge the apparition. It was a greater power! Its superior mind won the decision battle. It didn’t know what Kalabas was—besides a filthy Saiyan. He wasn’t a normal one and his program had yet to comprehend the existence of spirits. It processed everything as scientific data and not magic spells or excuses to be illogical.
The grub parted its Chain-Chomp jaws and hissed out of spite. Unfortunately, its mother had heard the alien noise and removed her baby from her shoulder. Bringing Genon before her eyes, the two made eye-contact. Its mother’s eyes grew to the size of saucers and her mouth parted to breathe another scream. The worm immediately leapt from its pram into the woman’s mouth and quickly squirmed further back into her esophagus. The mother dropped her phone and gagged as her hands went to her throat that started to bulge with the girth of the creature sliding down it. Her panicked screams were drowned out by her desperate wheezes to breathe as Genon slid from her throat into her stomach.
Gloria folded over, a hand resting on her knee and a second resting upon her stomach where she felt the entity wiggling around. She felt a sudden drain on her energy and when she raised her hand before her eyes, she noticed her fingers growing thin and her flesh beginning to wrinkle.
“NO!” Gloria cried. She was only able to muster two weakened steps before her knees gave out beneath her. She collapsed upon the ground as her body continued to deflate. Her skin curled and rolled beneath her jeans and T-shirt. Her clothing molded around a cat-sized lump that crawled out of the collar of her T-shirt. The grub appeared once more, larger than it had been a moment ago. It was in the open, and its instincts told it to hide. The larva flopped like a seal over to the side of the road to a storm drain. When it attempted to slide inside, it suddenly felt its body stop. Its fore-prolegs wiggled in the air before it turned its head to see the black sphere within its body wedged between the storm drain entrance.
The grub and the sphere stared blankly at each other before the grub started to panic. Its multiple legs kicked and bottom wiggled. The sphere’s eyes rolled back into its head, its cheeks inflating as it felt the worm trying to squeeze it through such a narrow space. They had eaten too much! They should have thought the plan for escape through first.
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