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Who Piccolo

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Where Out and about
When 7/18, afternoon
Warning None
Summary Piccolo tries to escape the confinement of the MAC, and is running errands for his new living situation.
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All efforts were still unsuccessful. He had been in this City for a while now. Since meditation was a good escape from his surroundings, the fact was he was still in a confined space became the harsh reality he was faced with every time he opened his eyes. The contact between nature and spirit was really starting to fade, thanks to thin apartment walls, neutrally colored carpeting, and the noise from the street. There was a vast difference between birds chirping and the wind gently passing through the leaves of a tree and loud traffic and gunshots outside.

How were people even able to think here?

He didn't wear civilian clothes often, but he was tired of the attention his eccentric cape drew. It was a quick errand, not a fight nor training. He didn't need his cape. The turban though? That was staying. Until he could find something else to cover the antennae. Not that the green skin and freakish tallness wasn't enough to make someone look twice.

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He shrugs at first, motioning to an empty spot on a park bench. "Go ahead." He spotted a pretzel vender not too far away, and figured it was something good to feed the ducks... or at least satisfy his human company. After a short exchange with the pretzel man he met back up with Kenzi.

If this people watching was going to take a while, he might as well ask her his question now. "...How did you get hurt? Before you arrived here, anyway." He split the pretzel in his hands and handed half to her. He sure as hell wasn't going to eat it, and his piece sat idly in his hand.

Kenzi settled on a bench and took another look around. The ducks were all too far away to even care if she had food or not but the pigeons were already taking an interest in her.

Once she had half the pretzel in hand she tore off a couple small chunks and tossed one to a nearby bird while tossing the other in her mouth. The look on her face said she had clearly decided these pretzels were just for the birds.

"I got careless. I guess. A little distracted maybe. A berserker we all thought was dead wasn't. He jumped up off the ground and stabbed me before anyone could do anything." Her free hand absent-mindedly drifted to the spot above her right hip.

She sat in silence for a few moments before she pulled off another chunk of pretzel for the birds. "Suppose that doesn't explain the why. See there was this thing called the Garuda. Some really ancient evil that has it out for pretty much everyone. We decided we'd fight it and put an end to it and everyone would be happy."

And with that, she became more interesting. As he listened to her, he broke off a piece of the pretzel and fed a couple pigeons that neared his side of the bench. "And this berserker worked for Garuda?" He questioned, looking from the birds back to her. "... So if you weren't distracted, how would you have handled your attacker?" Piccolo was interested in the fight, and hearing that Kenzi was involved in something so life threatening was a hint that she had a little bit more going on for her besides being a human.

"The Garuda." She corrected. "I think he was the last of his kind."

She tore off a bit more of the pretzel and tossed it to a bird that had just wandered over. "I...don't know." She shrugged with a frown on her face. "I'm not really trained for any kind of fighting and I don't think I would have seen him coming. I was practically standing on top of him."

She'd been aware of just how dangerous her life with Bo had become but she'd never thought something as silly as getting stabbed would be the end of her. Or possible end. She always figured she'd end up eaten. Which was worse but at least she would have seen that coming.

"The Garuda." Piccolo repeated with a nod, letting her know he acknowledged the correction.

As she went on he perked a brow. "And yet you were planning on fighting and putting an end to it. That doesn't make a lot of sense."

She let out a curt laugh that spooked the pigeons. Although they came back moments later.

"I know. It was completely stupid of me but they're my friends and I couldn't let them fight without me. Even when scared shitless and knowing I won't be safe I still have to be there for them." She gave a lopsided smile.

"Hn," Piccolo thought about the lack of logic in her words. But it proved she was a good person. Needless to say, "...That's pretty brave of you." He smirked. "Idiotic. But brave."

A couple more pretzel pieces went to the very hungry pigeons.

She gave a soft snort and tossed a few more pieces to the birds. "Yeah well, that's me. The human idiot."

"One of many." He speaks, his expression reverting back to his usual stoicism. "You're lucky to be alive."

Luck was the reason she was alive. Kenzi was a survivor but when her luck runs out...

"So I've heard." She broke up the rest of the pretzel and tossed it to the birds before wiping her hands together.

"Although since I'm human the Fae figure I'm not much of a threat. Boy have I proved them wrong." A wicked little grin spread across her lips

He perked up. "I'm listening." As far as he could tell, he'd have to agree with the Fae. Though, he wanted to believe otherwise.

Kenzi wiggled back on the bench and pulled her legs up so she was sitting cross-legged. "So there's these Fae called the Norn right? Or at least there's one. Dyson, a friend of mine who was like madly in love with Bo...er my best friend, went to her to make a deal he thought was necessary in order to save Bo's life. Well he thought he'd have to give up his wolf...erm..." She trailed off and realized how confusing this must all sound.

"Okay, more explaining needed. See Dyson's a type of Fae that turns into a wolf. Something like a werewolf I guess. Anyway giving up his wolf would mean losing that ability and probably all his strength and speed and heightened senses. That was the most important thing to him the last time he'd gone to the Norn. But his love for Bo turned out to be more important than that. Because apparently when wolf-shifters fall in love it's until death. They never love anyone else."

She took a breath and looked over at him to make sure he was following her before she continued. "So since his love had become the most important thing she took it and Dyson ended up becoming like this total asshat. I mean, he got so bad that his best friend actually punched him." She mimicked the punch then shook her head.

"Anyway, without that love Dyson wasn't whole and not fit to fight against the Garuda so we tried to get it back. The Norn wasn't willing to just give it back without getting something else in return so I went back later with a chainsaw." She paused again and frowned.

"Uh...once again I guess I need to explain. See Norn have this tree that they're like connected to. If you hurt the Norn or the tree you hurt them both. So I think you can see where this is going."

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Surprisingly to him, he followed her involved story- and fought back showing the amusement from his face. He closed his eyes and shook his head. "So you're saying you're handy with a chainsaw. You were able to get the power back?"

"I'm saying she didn't think I'd start cutting into that tree of her's. But yeah I got the little vial that had his love in it back." She doesn't see a reason to mention she knocked some vials off the shelf and some of whatever was in one of them got on her. Or the Norn saying a gift was given. What the hell did that even mean anyway?

"It's not the only time. I had a run in with...Baba Yaga." She shudders. "Ended up using her own pet against her and she ended up in the oven." So not going to mention she was the one that drunkedly made a pact with Baba Yaga.

He didn't claim to understand how love worked, but sure. What she said sounded about right. He glances at her. "Baba Yaga? A witch?" She put a witch in the oven? "Sounds like a fairy tale."

"That's what I thought too! The fairy tale bit. And then there I am in her realm and she's trying to fatten me up so she can turn me into dinner!" Kenzi threw her hands up with the rise of her voice and caused the birds to flutter off a ways. But they came back, they always do.

He repressed his amusement. "Witches don't do that." He spoke simply. Had been familiar with a couple, he knew they weren't the eating human flesh type.

Kenzi made a sound that might have been a laugh or a snort. Or maybe it was both.

"Maybe not where you're from. But Baba Yaga definitely keeps naughty girls in her realm and fattens them up for a meal. She makes the girls pick stones and whoever gets the marked stone ends up dinner. And I was going to end up dinner because I was trying to escape."

"Heh."

So apparently Kenzi was a 'naughty girl'. That didn't surprise him. Nothing about wielding a chainsaw sounded like a girl that behaved. He tossed the last bit of pretzel to the pigeons. "Good way to get out of there. You're more clever than you look."

Perhaps that was her advantage.

Kenzi was a very naughty girl. Still is in fact!

She broke up what was left of her pretzel and tossed it to the birds before she turned to tick her tongue out at Piccolo. "Of course I'm clever. I wouldn't still be alive if I weren't."

Clever and lucky.

"I'm sure."

He glanced up. So much for people watching, it was obvious that they were the ones being watched. "Tch." He got up, eyes awkwardly drawing away from him.

Kenzi looked up at him as he stood and gave a lopsided smile. "I guess this was pretty much a bust. Take it you're gonna go now?"

"I'd suppose people watching would be hard, all things considered." He looks at her. "...Thanks for trying, Kenzi."

A grinned played on her lips as she nodded. "Yeah suppose so. And no problem really. Maybe we could try again but like, from a distance. I'm sure I could get my hands on some small digital cameras or something."

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