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!))

Comments

[misterbrief]

You know what they say, there are no rules in love and war. So I'd say no.

[The setting he's picked is very unlike what Vegeta would normally choose- a very large circular pod sat in the middle, and he opens the door on it and climbs inside.]

I figured I'd show you where I train back on Earth. Someone else with some knowledge of technology around here might appreciate it.

[aerialassault]

Oh, really?

[Cliff eyed the strange pod with an arched brow, curious about what could be hidden inside it's walls.

He followed his friend inside, no questions asked.]

What sorta thing is this?

[misterbrief]

It's a gravity chamber. See this? [He walks over to a panel, quite large with a giant display screen.] Had the Malnosso been intelligent enough, this could have gone up to four hundred and fifty times Earth's gravity. But of course, they're not, so we don't get to use that feature.

[But the real reason was because inside here, no one peeking in on the simulation from the observation deck could see their fight, and Cliff's demise.]

[aerialassault]

[Four hundred and fifty? Cliff whistled, long and low, in a show of how impressed he was.]

That's crazy, man. Earthlings back home can barely handle a few times their natural level without lots of build up or risking getting sick. My world's at three times their level, and you don't see many tourists from off world.

...How the hell do you even manage with this thing?

[misterbrief]

Hah, I trained in here before I became a... super saiyan. [It's like poison for Bebi to even call himself that, but whatever he had to do, he'd do.]

The training was rough, and nearly tore my body apart, but it did the job. Now. Why don't we begin?

[aerialassault]

[He had a hunch that something wasn't right here-- the way Vegeta spat out his racial identity sent up a warning flare...but, there was a rare opportunity here.]

Alright, [Cliff said, smacking his fist into an open hand.] Let's see how nasty this bad boy is.

[misterbrief]

[Nodding, he gets ready and sets back into a fighting stance. Bebi doesn't plan on doing much to Cliff, just like what he did with Fayt. In fact, he doesn't wait for Cliff to be ready either, he takes off in a blitz- and punches right at Cliff's jaw.]

[aerialassault]

[Cliff barely had a chance to notice the blow before it impacted his jaw with a white-hot burst of pain and sent him careening backwards. Staggering from the shock of the blow, it took an effort of will to remain standing.]

What-- what the hell?!

[misterbrief]

What? You just got hit. I thought you were ready.

[He stops. And then stands there, smirking.]

[aerialassault]

[Cliff scowled, drawing himself up to his full height, and spat on the ground nearby. Now, he was mad.]

And I thought you were gonna show me how your toy works. It's pretty lame if all you do is smash people around inside it!

[misterbrief]

I already told you. It doesn't work properly here. I was referring to the fight, ahahahaha.

[His smile grows more wicked. He had no intention in showing Cliff at all how the gravity machine worked.]

[aerialassault]

Well, if it's a fight you're really lookin' for-- here goes!

[Dead serious now, Cliff launched off into a full charge, intent on returning the favor of having a fist smashed into his face.]

[misterbrief]

[Bebi's ready for him, and sidesteps the charge, moving just so to try to use the man's own momentum to try to trip Cliff, his foot sweeping under the Klausian.]

[aerialassault]

[Gravity took over-- dazed from the initial punch, Cliff barely managed to catch himself before he collided with the hard flooring. Bracing his hands on the floor, Cliff blindly lashed out with a sharp kick in retaliation.]

[misterbrief]

Heheheheh..... [He laughs quietly, letting the kick connect and hit him. He backs up a few steps, but he's still looking at Cliff with an evil grin.]

You really can't do much more than that, can you? This is going to be easier than I thought...

[aerialassault]

[Cliff pulled his way onto his feet, blue eyes narrowed and blazing with rage.]

Don't get so cocky, jackass!

[Pulling his ki into his fists, he made a leap and hurled the burning, uncontrolled energy at the man. Whatever was going on in this place, it sure wasn't pretty anymore. Cliff was done with games.]

i hope i got the attack cliff just used right, i'm not sure lemme know if i'm wrong

[misterbrief]

[He stands there, looking up at the burning attack coming down at him, and doesn't move. The attack lands, the energy bursting around him, engulfing its target in a blaze. There's a flash of light and the sound of it rocks the room, leaving nothing but a dust cloud in its wake...]

((OoC: Also, lemme know what the hell that attack just did to him because I DUNNO CLIFF'S ATTACKS THAT WELL YET ;; ))

Cliff is just sorta...winging things atm. Vegeta's kicks hurt!!

[aerialassault]

[Cliff grit his teeth, pulling himself into a guarded fighting stance and kept his focus solely on Vegeta.]

What's your game, man? [he growled, spitting out the words as if they were acid. C'mon, give him a reason to make sparks fly.]

SORRY CLIFF ;;

[misterbrief]

[The voice that answers isn't quite the one that belongs to Cliff's friend. It's higher, more sinister, and devious.]

You'll find out soon enough...

[And out of the cloud that Cliff's attack had left, Bebi blitzes forward toward Cliff, aiming a kick with the intent to send the Klausian flying against the back wall.]

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[aerialassault]

[That was fast!

Cliff had no time to think or react to the cloying, malicious voice that had answered in his friends stead before the wind was kicked out of him and white hot sparks of pain burst before his eyes. He grunted on impact with the metal wall-- a strangled, choked sound of shock and discomfort, and sagged do the ground.

Gasping for air, he struggled to take a good, hard look at his attacker.]

Who-- who are you?

1/2

[misterbrief]

[Walking over, Bebi is finally using his own voice now instead, wickedly grinning as he stands next to Cliff. Reaching down, he goes to pick Cliff up by his neck and hold him up against the wall, floating up appropriately due to Cliff's staggering height over him.]

I'm not Vegeta, if that's who you were looking for.

2/2

[reborntuffle]

[And just like he had with Fayt, his hair and eyes change suddenly, expression just as sinister as it was before.]

And now you're going to become a Tuffle, and become my puppet slave.

[aerialassault]

Like-- like hell I am.

[Cliff choked on the protest, trying to throw Vegeta-- no, this thing off of him. He couldn't allow himself to lose.]

[reborntuffle]

[Bebi has raised his power level enough now to make sure Cliff isn't going anywhere he doesn't want him to go. He tips his head to the side, debating on how he wants to make Cliff his slave. Making an incision where it could be hidden by clothing would probably be good, it'll assist Cliff later so he can infect others.]

You fool, you don't get a choice! Now stay still, this won't hurt a bit, I promise...

[Taking his free hand, he focuses some ki into it, moving his hand inside Cliff's coat to go to make a cut on his side, somewhere that people won't see otherwise.]

[aerialassault]

[He couldn't move.

He could barely breathe.

The struggling died down to a few feeble kicks out of spite while Cliff striggled to stay conscious in the suffocating aura of power that had enveloped the thing that dared to use the face of his friend.]