The Infection Begins...

[misterbrief]

Who: Bebi Vegeta and everyone who wanted to be involved with the Bebi Plot
What: Tuffle Infection Plot!
When: May 6th- May 12th
Where: Everywhere in Luceti
Summary: Bebi has infected some of the residents, who have infected other residents, who have infected...you get the idea.
Rating: R at the worst, if it's higher take it to somewhere else.

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It wasn't until the day of the sixth that Vegeta finally had been able to get out of bed after a few days of a high fever, and his agenda today included making visits around town, to see a few people he knew. A monumental day for him, or rather, the parasite controlling him.

To everyone else, the week started as normal. But as the days go on, more and more fall to infection. People go missing, for a day at most, but they come back. And they too, are sick, but not for long. Some make their way to go work on something important, but no one knows what. But there is something amiss, and only the residents can save themselves from coming under control of this parasite.

((Replies from Bebi Vegeta will come from reborntuffle!))

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[swordprincess]

[Karla's other favorite place to be, aside from working at Good Spirits, is still the Battle Dome. She concludes yet another training session and then steps out, instantly spotting the familiar face.]

Oh, Seventeen. What brings you here today?

[gunkonmyboot]

[A familiar face indeed. Seventeen shrugged normally.]

Same thing as any other day. [Which was true. He would try various simulations and stunts. Lately the Battle Dome felt like a park to him only to try something new or different.] Did that last session got you worked up?

[swordprincess]

Well, same as always.

[Just something to pass the time, rather than something to make her stronger. The more she trains, the more mundane it gets, and she doesn't feel any progress.]

[gunkonmyboot]

[He wasn't one to talk to pass the time. If the girl felt that way to spend her time, why not. As for Seventeen, he thought of something better.]

In that case, how about we ditch this place for something better.

[swordprincess]

...Such as...?

[Already she gets a little wary. Not that she suspects anything off about 17, but her mind is already flashing back to that motorcycle simulation. And that? Freaked her out.]

[gunkonmyboot]

A place to drink?

[Because she looked a bit wary.]

What were you expecting?

[swordprincess]

...Oh, is that all?

[A soft, relieved sigh.]

I thought you were going to show me another...vehicle...

[gunkonmyboot]

Was it really that bad?

[swordprincess]

[She fidgets with her hands a bit.]

It was...scary.

[gunkonmyboot]

...I suppose it was too soon for you. Sooner or later your world will get those. Come on, I'll get you a drink.

[He began to guide her out the door.]

[swordprincess]

All right...

[She begins to follow him. She might have heard something about people coming from different times, and that would explain all the different technology she's seen around here.]

...Is it true that people come from different times here? What time do you come from?

[gunkonmyboot]

I've met some from my world that are ahead of me. Age 767 for me, but I highly doubt if it's anywhere near your time.

[Or world.]

[swordprincess]

Interesting...

[Still following along...]

I don't even know what year it is in my world...

[gunkonmyboot]

[Well, that surprised him enough to stop.]

You don't know your own calender?

[swordprincess]

Well, I know it, but I just haven't looked at it in so long. I've been on a journey to find someone. Days and nights have passed, and I just lost count.

[gunkonmyboot]

In other words, you lost track of time.

[To be frank, he was getting bored with this conversation. He needed to move this girl and get the job done. For now, he grabbed her hand and gave it a tug.]

We can continue this conversation later.

[swordprincess]

That's right...

[And she's perfectly okay with that, too. It sort of makes her time seem eternal, when her life could end at any time.]

[However, 17 grabbing her hand suddenly startles her a bit.]

What's the hurry? No need to rush.

[They're just getting a drink, right?]

sob. HOW did I miss this!!

[gunkonmyboot]

Sorry, felt thirsty all the sudden.

[Doesn't mean he'll let go of her.]

Let's cut through the forest.

[swordprincess]

Well, all right...

[She lets him pull her along. What's the harm in cutting through a forest anyway?]

[gunkonmyboot]

[Once they were in the forest, Seventeen remained quiet. A little soon after, Seventeen squeezed Karla's hand pretty tight.]

This is far enough.

[swordprincess]

[Okay, that remark strikes her as odd. This is nowhere near Good Spirits or the tea shop.]

...Huh? What do you mean? And why are you squeezing my hand so tight?

[As she carefully tries to wrench her hand free. The grip is rather uncomfortable.]

[gunkonmyboot]

[He doesn't let that hand go with any chance.] You mean you didn't figure it out?

[Seventeen would attempt to yank Karla's arm downward pushing her body down while holding her. He would then lift a knee up delivering a blow right into her stomach enough to make a civilian human to pass out.]

[swordprincess]

[The blow instantly knocks the wind out of her, leaving her unable to even cry out, and she collapses to the ground in a heap. Seconds later, she passes out.]

[gunkonmyboot]

[She hasn't hit the ground yet because Seventeen still held onto her wrist. He lifted the girl up and tossed her over his shoulder.] Sorry about that. You'll feel better soon.

[Time to head to the tunnel.]

[swordprincess]

[Sometime later, Karla comes around. She could feel herself curled up on the ground, somewhere very dark. Her stomach is still sore from the blow, which makes it difficult to even push her upper body from the ground. That's about as far as she gets, as she brushes her hair away from her face, looking around, confused. What happened...?]