The small purple gremlin creature sneaks up to Greascure merchant carriage, on the look out for any shiny gemstones.
Greasecure chuckles. "You look like you have an eye for gems. But I will request that you give me something in trade for them." He reaches a hand into one of the sacks behind him, pulling out a fistful of diamonds in various sizes and levels of refinement.
The creature chatters to itself for bit, before it pulls out as small brown back. It reaches its hand into the small bag before pulling out a large ornate shield that should be able to fit inside the small container with a bloody arm still inside.
The dragon leans forward to get a closer look. "Quite a trade. Far more useful to me than some shiny mineral formations. How much do you want for them? I'm sure it's worth an arm and a leg... or at least an arm." He leans back and starts counting gemstones.
The creature looks over at the gemstones, before pointing at a Ruby.
He rubs his many chins. "Hmmm... you drive a hard bargain. Deal." He drops three thumb-sized rubies into a tiny pouch and tosses them over before levitating the shield to a display case and the arm to a meat hook. "If you find anything else worth selling, I have a plentitude of gems in all different colors and flavors... if you're into that sort of thing."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The Greatest Warrior of planet Earth has arrived. At first they simply shadow, but even from the shadow everyone knows who it is. A big black Afro, dark skin, and a masterfully thick handlebar mustache. The most recognizable clothes anyone has ever seen, and the ‘world’s strongest’ champion belt. The savior of humanity, defeater of Perfect Cell, Majin Buu, and Beerus. The legendary Mr.Satan!!!
A heavy carriage pulled by a scrawny horse enters the dome, stopping near him. "Nice belt." Comes a voice from inside. No one appears the be driving the vehicle. "Does the legendary Mr. Satan want anything for the road?" The doors in the back open and many soft pillows and bean bag chairs tumble out. The doors and walls are lined with treats and trinkets of all sorts, from cured meats to magic weapons. A fat gold dragonoid sits pretty far back (close to the front but facing the doors) among piles of treasure and food. "I'm sure you'll find something of interest among my wares."
It almost seems like Mr. Satan just out of surprise, but that couldn’t be. Nothing scares him. He puts his hands on his hips, his chest as broad as the sky, his accent just as prominent as anyone would expect “It seems my reputation proceeds me! Who might you be friend? I would love to see what you’ve got.”
"Greascure, an intrepid merchant of many talents. I have a wide variety of items, with equally varying prices." They take a drag on their cigar, their eyes glowing red in the half-light. "Everything from regular adventuring gear to artifacts of ages past. Name an item that can be carried, and I will have it. Nothing unsavory please, I'd rather not irradiate my goods again like the last time I made this offer."
“How about I do you a favor? The greatest warrior in the world advertising your business?” He says walking up to the cart “Does that sound good to you my friend?” He asks rubbing his beautiful mustache, absolutely radiating masculine energy, the greatest thing you have ever seen.
"I do not need advertising. I am where I am needed. People sometimes spend lifetimes looking for me because they turned me down once, but they never need me again, so they never find me again." He leans forward, exhaling a cloud of smoke. "I may not be here for you, since you clearly need nothing, but surely you want something. Arm wraps that improve your strength, polish for your belt, a tiramisu... what do you desire, friend?"
“With the friends I’ve got I don’t think I want nothin either. You know my name, which means no matter where I go my fame is destined to follow. You already must know how strong I am, Goku does after all. Maybe some more dynamite for my dynamite punch, or my dynamic kick.”
The small purple gremlin creature sneaks up to Greascure merchant carriage, on the look out for any shiny gemstones.
Greasecure chuckles. "You look like you have an eye for gems. But I will request that you give me something in trade for them." He reaches a hand into one of the sacks behind him, pulling out a fistful of diamonds in various sizes and levels of refinement.
The creature chatters to itself for bit, before it pulls out as small brown back. It reaches its hand into the small bag before pulling out a large ornate shield that should be able to fit inside the small container with a bloody arm still inside.
The dragon leans forward to get a closer look. "Quite a trade. Far more useful to me than some shiny mineral formations. How much do you want for them? I'm sure it's worth an arm and a leg... or at least an arm." He leans back and starts counting gemstones.
The creature looks over at the gemstones, before pointing at a Ruby.
He rubs his many chins. "Hmmm... you drive a hard bargain. Deal." He drops three thumb-sized rubies into a tiny pouch and tosses them over before levitating the shield to a display case and the arm to a meat hook. "If you find anything else worth selling, I have a plentitude of gems in all different colors and flavors... if you're into that sort of thing."
“Eye eye!” The creature says excitedly as it opens the small back to inspect the gems, licking them before placing them into its own bag of holding.
“Yes, unless someone is so much faster than me my body couldn’t be faster than theirs.”
"My body is incredibly heavy, so I believe it would be impossible for me to beat you. How long can you maintain that technique?"
“Not for long, especially if I use the mastered form. Although it allows me to counter attack even better than before.”
"I have also mastered the counterattack. You seem to be a legend at it, however. Also, your pizzas are done." It removes the pizzas from the oven. The grease glitters like gold.
Goku’s eyes glitter as he grabs the pizzas, his mouth unhinging beyond anything human as he bites into the pizza, not even eating “Thank you for this angel guy.”
"I do not need advertising. I am where I am needed. People sometimes spend lifetimes looking for me because they turned me down once, but they never need me again, so they never find me again." He leans forward, exhaling a cloud of smoke. "I may not be here for you, since you clearly need nothing, but surely you want something. Arm wraps that improve your strength, polish for your belt, a tiramisu... what do you desire, friend?"
“With the friends I’ve got I don’t think I want nothin either. You know my name, which means no matter where I go my fame is destined to follow. You already must know how strong I am, Goku does after all. Maybe some more dynamite for my dynamite punch, or my dynamic kick.”
"Of course. The market price for dynamite has been steadily decreasing, and of course, I stay ahead of the curve." He draws a bundle of dynamite from the sacks around him. "Careful around the little ones. You're a role model, after all. This will be about 2 gold for the whole package. Nitroglycerin and sodium nitrate make a nasty mix, and are justifiably expensive."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He rubs his many chins. "Hmmm... you drive a hard bargain. Deal." He drops three thumb-sized rubies into a tiny pouch and tosses them over before levitating the shield to a display case and the arm to a meat hook. "If you find anything else worth selling, I have a plentitude of gems in all different colors and flavors... if you're into that sort of thing."
“Eye eye!” The creature says excitedly as it opens the small back to inspect the gems, licking them before placing them into its own bag of holding.
The gems are large and quite expensive looking, worth far more than the shield and arm put together in most places. They are very real, however. And delicious.
"Take care, friend."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Sableye watches Mr. Satan with a mischievous look in it’s gemstone eyes before disappearing into the shadows. While Mr.Satan is talking to Greascure, the little gremlin’s head pops up from the man’s shadow, looking up at the Hero.
“Yes, unless someone is so much faster than me my body couldn’t be faster than theirs.”
"My body is incredibly heavy, so I believe it would be impossible for me to beat you. How long can you maintain that technique?"
“Not for long, especially if I use the mastered form. Although it allows me to counter attack even better than before.”
"I have also mastered the counterattack. You seem to be a legend at it, however. Also, your pizzas are done." It removes the pizzas from the oven. The grease glitters like gold.
Goku’s eyes glitter as he grabs the pizzas, his mouth unhinging beyond anything human as he bites into the pizza, not even eating “Thank you for this angel guy.”
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"You gave me an honorable battle, so an honorable meal you must have."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"I do not need advertising. I am where I am needed. People sometimes spend lifetimes looking for me because they turned me down once, but they never need me again, so they never find me again." He leans forward, exhaling a cloud of smoke. "I may not be here for you, since you clearly need nothing, but surely you want something. Arm wraps that improve your strength, polish for your belt, a tiramisu... what do you desire, friend?"
“With the friends I’ve got I don’t think I want nothin either. You know my name, which means no matter where I go my fame is destined to follow. You already must know how strong I am, Goku does after all. Maybe some more dynamite for my dynamite punch, or my dynamic kick.”
"Of course. The market price for dynamite has been steadily decreasing, and of course, I stay ahead of the curve." He draws a bundle of dynamite from the sacks around him. "Careful around the little ones. You're a role model, after all. This will be about 2 gold for the whole package. Nitroglycerin and sodium nitrate make a nasty mix, and are justifiably expensive."
He laughs as he grabs the dynamite, rummaging through his pockets. He then pulls out double the coin he needed “Thanks for this, I didn’t expect to find someone who’d be givin out dynamite here, for cash or otherwise.” He pockets the bundle, smiling broad “You’re helpin to keep the world safe.”
“Yes, unless someone is so much faster than me my body couldn’t be faster than theirs.”
"My body is incredibly heavy, so I believe it would be impossible for me to beat you. How long can you maintain that technique?"
“Not for long, especially if I use the mastered form. Although it allows me to counter attack even better than before.”
"I have also mastered the counterattack. You seem to be a legend at it, however. Also, your pizzas are done." It removes the pizzas from the oven. The grease glitters like gold.
Goku’s eyes glitter as he grabs the pizzas, his mouth unhinging beyond anything human as he bites into the pizza, not even eating “Thank you for this angel guy.”
Cook's Utensils: 127
"You gave me an honorable battle, so an honorable meal you must have."
This is exactly what he expected from Frieza, which he still hasn’t realized he was never going to get.
"I do not need advertising. I am where I am needed. People sometimes spend lifetimes looking for me because they turned me down once, but they never need me again, so they never find me again." He leans forward, exhaling a cloud of smoke. "I may not be here for you, since you clearly need nothing, but surely you want something. Arm wraps that improve your strength, polish for your belt, a tiramisu... what do you desire, friend?"
“With the friends I’ve got I don’t think I want nothin either. You know my name, which means no matter where I go my fame is destined to follow. You already must know how strong I am, Goku does after all. Maybe some more dynamite for my dynamite punch, or my dynamic kick.”
"Of course. The market price for dynamite has been steadily decreasing, and of course, I stay ahead of the curve." He draws a bundle of dynamite from the sacks around him. "Careful around the little ones. You're a role model, after all. This will be about 2 gold for the whole package. Nitroglycerin and sodium nitrate make a nasty mix, and are justifiably expensive."
He laughs as he grabs the dynamite, rummaging through his pockets. He then pulls out double the coin he needed “Thanks for this, I didn’t expect to find someone who’d be givin out dynamite here, for cash or otherwise.” He pockets the bundle, smiling broad “You’re helpin to keep the world safe.”
Greasecure takes the coins, raising a scaly ridged eyebrow. "That's what everyone says when buying weapons. Can't help but feel like a war profiteer, though. Not that that's a problem. By the way, did you know that sodium nitrate isn't just an explosive? It's a preservative and fertilizer as well. A chemical that giveth and taketh away the lives of millions. You hold a godly power in your hands, friend, but by now I believe you know that." He chuckles and takes another drag on his cigar. "Be careful on your way out. I have many potential customers here, and if they all die I'll have to sell a lot more dynamite, if you get what I'm saying."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Sableye watches Mr. Satan with a mischievous look in it’s gemstone eyes before disappearing into the shadows. While Mr.Satan is talking to Greascure, the little gremlin’s head pops up from the man’s shadow, looking up at the Hero.
*I assume you mean Mr. Satan's shadow.*
Greascure doesn't comment or intervene.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Sableye watches Mr. Satan with a mischievous look in it’s gemstone eyes before disappearing into the shadows. While Mr.Satan is talking to Greascure, the little gremlin’s head pops up from the man’s shadow, looking up at the Hero.
"I do not need advertising. I am where I am needed. People sometimes spend lifetimes looking for me because they turned me down once, but they never need me again, so they never find me again." He leans forward, exhaling a cloud of smoke. "I may not be here for you, since you clearly need nothing, but surely you want something. Arm wraps that improve your strength, polish for your belt, a tiramisu... what do you desire, friend?"
“With the friends I’ve got I don’t think I want nothin either. You know my name, which means no matter where I go my fame is destined to follow. You already must know how strong I am, Goku does after all. Maybe some more dynamite for my dynamite punch, or my dynamic kick.”
"Of course. The market price for dynamite has been steadily decreasing, and of course, I stay ahead of the curve." He draws a bundle of dynamite from the sacks around him. "Careful around the little ones. You're a role model, after all. This will be about 2 gold for the whole package. Nitroglycerin and sodium nitrate make a nasty mix, and are justifiably expensive."
He laughs as he grabs the dynamite, rummaging through his pockets. He then pulls out double the coin he needed “Thanks for this, I didn’t expect to find someone who’d be givin out dynamite here, for cash or otherwise.” He pockets the bundle, smiling broad “You’re helpin to keep the world safe.”
Greasecure takes the coins, raising a scaly ridged eyebrow. "That's what everyone says when buying weapons. Can't help but feel like a war profiteer, though. Not that that's a problem. By the way, did you know that sodium nitrate isn't just an explosive? It's a preservative and fertilizer as well. A chemical that giveth and taketh away the lives of millions. You hold a godly power in your hands, friend, but by now I believe you know that." He chuckles and takes another drag on his cigar. "Be careful on your way out. I have many potential customers here, and if they all die I'll have to sell a lot more dynamite, if you get what I'm saying."
He nods with a smile “Thanks for the help, the world needs someone so they know it’s safe, turns out I’m that man. Goodbye, have a good one, and may your business be as prosperous as mine.” He walks away, before flying into the sky, to most just because he can, but secretly on his jetpack.
Sableye watches Mr. Satan with a mischievous look in it’s gemstone eyes before disappearing into the shadows. While Mr.Satan is talking to Greascure, the little gremlin’s head pops up from the man’s shadow, looking up at the Hero.
After Mr. Satan finishes his purchase, the Sableye leaps up and licks the hero in the face with its ghostly tongue. He needs to make a DC 25 con save or be paralyzed.
Sableye watches Mr. Satan with a mischievous look in it’s gemstone eyes before disappearing into the shadows. While Mr.Satan is talking to Greascure, the little gremlin’s head pops up from the man’s shadow, looking up at the Hero.
After Mr. Satan finishes his purchase, the Sableye leaps up and licks the hero in the face with its ghostly tongue. He needs to make a DC 25 con save or be paralyzed.
*Do you mean he licks Mr satan? Because if he does then*
Mr Satan immediately crumbles like a sack of potatoes, but in a very heroic and inspiring way. His mustache still glistening despite being very unconscious.
Sableye watches Mr. Satan with a mischievous look in it’s gemstone eyes before disappearing into the shadows. While Mr.Satan is talking to Greascure, the little gremlin’s head pops up from the man’s shadow, looking up at the Hero.
After Mr. Satan finishes his purchase, the Sableye leaps up and licks the hero in the face with its ghostly tongue. He needs to make a DC 25 con save or be paralyzed.
*Do you mean he licks Mr satan? Because if he does then*
Mr Satan immediately crumbles like a sack of potatoes, but in a very heroic and inspiring way. His mustache still glistening despite being very unconscious.
Greasecure grins. "My, my. Well, that's how we play the game around here."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Sableye watches Mr. Satan with a mischievous look in it’s gemstone eyes before disappearing into the shadows. While Mr.Satan is talking to Greascure, the little gremlin’s head pops up from the man’s shadow, looking up at the Hero.
After Mr. Satan finishes his purchase, the Sableye leaps up and licks the hero in the face with its ghostly tongue. He needs to make a DC 25 con save or be paralyzed.
*Do you mean he licks Mr satan? Because if he does then*
Mr Satan immediately crumbles like a sack of potatoes, but in a very heroic and inspiring way. His mustache still glistening despite being very unconscious.
The Sableye looks at the man silently for a bit, not having expected the man to crumble so quickly, before cackling and starting to looking through his pockets curiously. “Kekekekek eye, sable.” The creature chatters. It grabs the dynamite and for a brief moment, it looks like it might bite the explosive before deciding to rummage around some more.
*Once again, he looks very heroic when it happens, and it doesn’t even look like he fell unconscious, but that he was simply looking to sleep. The one thing he has over everyone is that they gaslight themselves into believing he can’t do anything wrong because he is famous.*
Ragnaris looks at Adam, then looks down at the ground. He slowly stands up, picking up his battle-cane as he does so. He pats Adam on the back, saying, "Thank you, Adam."
Adam leans from the pat, his feet unmoving “Thank you Ragnaris, I would never not regret talking to you again.” He leans back and rubs the blood off of his hands, “Your family is truly amazing, especially Ragnerious’s aunt Coronet.”
Ragnaris raises a scaly eyebrow in confusion, then sighs. "As far as I know, Coronet is not related to me or Ragnerious, but judging by how convoluted my family is, I could swear to the gods almighty she is not mine, and she could still end up being my offspring."
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Hi guys! This is my desktop alt account. My mobile one goes by the name of AgateElk8337, so maybe you've heard of me? Who knows! For those who don't know, I'm a demiromantic, very socially awkward he/him from the Sooner State. I'm also an unofficial therapist on Onions Are LIke Worms.
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with barbecue sauce."
He rubs his many chins. "Hmmm... you drive a hard bargain. Deal." He drops three thumb-sized rubies into a tiny pouch and tosses them over before levitating the shield to a display case and the arm to a meat hook. "If you find anything else worth selling, I have a plentitude of gems in all different colors and flavors... if you're into that sort of thing."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“With the friends I’ve got I don’t think I want nothin either. You know my name, which means no matter where I go my fame is destined to follow. You already must know how strong I am, Goku does after all. Maybe some more dynamite for my dynamite punch, or my dynamic kick.”
“Eye eye!” The creature says excitedly as it opens the small back to inspect the gems, licking them before placing them into its own bag of holding.
Goku’s eyes glitter as he grabs the pizzas, his mouth unhinging beyond anything human as he bites into the pizza, not even eating “Thank you for this angel guy.”
"Of course. The market price for dynamite has been steadily decreasing, and of course, I stay ahead of the curve." He draws a bundle of dynamite from the sacks around him. "Careful around the little ones. You're a role model, after all. This will be about 2 gold for the whole package. Nitroglycerin and sodium nitrate make a nasty mix, and are justifiably expensive."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The gems are large and quite expensive looking, worth far more than the shield and arm put together in most places. They are very real, however. And delicious.
"Take care, friend."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Sableye watches Mr. Satan with a mischievous look in it’s gemstone eyes before disappearing into the shadows. While Mr.Satan is talking to Greascure, the little gremlin’s head pops up from the man’s shadow, looking up at the Hero.
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"You gave me an honorable battle, so an honorable meal you must have."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He laughs as he grabs the dynamite, rummaging through his pockets. He then pulls out double the coin he needed “Thanks for this, I didn’t expect to find someone who’d be givin out dynamite here, for cash or otherwise.” He pockets the bundle, smiling broad “You’re helpin to keep the world safe.”
This is exactly what he expected from Frieza, which he still hasn’t realized he was never going to get.
Greasecure takes the coins, raising a scaly ridged eyebrow. "That's what everyone says when buying weapons. Can't help but feel like a war profiteer, though. Not that that's a problem. By the way, did you know that sodium nitrate isn't just an explosive? It's a preservative and fertilizer as well. A chemical that giveth and taketh away the lives of millions. You hold a godly power in your hands, friend, but by now I believe you know that." He chuckles and takes another drag on his cigar. "Be careful on your way out. I have many potential customers here, and if they all die I'll have to sell a lot more dynamite, if you get what I'm saying."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*I assume you mean Mr. Satan's shadow.*
Greascure doesn't comment or intervene.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Yep*
He nods with a smile “Thanks for the help, the world needs someone so they know it’s safe, turns out I’m that man. Goodbye, have a good one, and may your business be as prosperous as mine.” He walks away, before flying into the sky, to most just because he can, but secretly on his jetpack.
After Mr. Satan finishes his purchase, the Sableye leaps up and licks the hero in the face with its ghostly tongue. He needs to make a DC 25 con save or be paralyzed.
*Do you mean he licks Mr satan? Because if he does then*
Mr Satan immediately crumbles like a sack of potatoes, but in a very heroic and inspiring way. His mustache still glistening despite being very unconscious.
Greasecure grins. "My, my. Well, that's how we play the game around here."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The Sableye looks at the man silently for a bit, not having expected the man to crumble so quickly, before cackling and starting to looking through his pockets curiously. “Kekekekek eye, sable.” The creature chatters. It grabs the dynamite and for a brief moment, it looks like it might bite the explosive before deciding to rummage around some more.
*Once again, he looks very heroic when it happens, and it doesn’t even look like he fell unconscious, but that he was simply looking to sleep. The one thing he has over everyone is that they gaslight themselves into believing he can’t do anything wrong because he is famous.*
Ragnaris raises a scaly eyebrow in confusion, then sighs. "As far as I know, Coronet is not related to me or Ragnerious, but judging by how convoluted my family is, I could swear to the gods almighty she is not mine, and she could still end up being my offspring."
Hi guys! This is my desktop alt account. My mobile one goes by the name of AgateElk8337, so maybe you've heard of me? Who knows! For those who don't know, I'm a demiromantic, very socially awkward he/him from the Sooner State. I'm also an unofficial therapist on Onions Are LIke Worms.
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with barbecue sauce."
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