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

[aerialassault]

C'mon...it can't hurt.

[at least, it wouldn't for long...]

[comicallyheroic]

Well, okay. Sure.

[He stands up. Man this guy was persistent.]

Show me what's so cool down there then.

[aerialassault]

Oh, don't worry. You'll find that there's plenty of things that are cool down there...

[He grinned. This really was too easy!]

[comicallyheroic]

[And out he'll go...]

Yeah? Like what?

[aerialassault]

Well, we've got the paths that lead out to the beach and all, there's some old store rooms back there that we're trying to open, and a few things that look oddly like prison cells...

[He shrugged, happily leading the way.]

I haven't explored the whole thing for myself yet, but there's alot down there.

[comicallyheroic]

Oh...that sounds pretty creepy, really.

[Krillin rubs his hands and follows, kinda weirded out. Why is this guy so into caves? He must spelunk.]

[aerialassault]

Creepy? Heh. [Cliff chuckled.] All the more reason to get used to it, man.

[The trek to the tunnels wasn't far from the restaurant. Cliff nudged the door to the tunnels open with a foot and gestured at it for Krillin.]

Pretty cool, ain't it?

[comicallyheroic]

[Krillin peers in and shakes his head.]

I...guess. But man, it's pretty dark in there.

[He takes a step back.]

I think I'm gonna pass, actually.

[aerialassault]

[Cliff scowled at the smaller man.]

Aw, c'mon! It ain't gonna be that bad!

[comicallyheroic]

Yeah...you seem a little too keen on that.

[He takes another step back, scowling back.]

I don't get it, what's your angle?

[aerialassault]

[Welp. The cover was gone-- he needed to change directions.

Groaning in frustration, Cliff scratched his head as he fought for a reasonable sounding reply.]

Look. A bunch of us are workin' on a project down there, and we need as much help as we can get. Thing is that we've gotta keep it quiet from you-know-who. That's why there's no flyers and no one's announced a thing on the journals.

[comicallyheroic]

And you just met me. I don't even know what the project is, Cliff. Sorry, don't think I'm really interested.

[Too fishy. If you want him in there, you'll probably have to be aggressive.]

[aerialassault]

Sorry-- did I say you had a choice?

[Cliff's much taller than the other man-- it's no problem for him to move to make a grab for it.]

[comicallyheroic]

H-Hey!

[Krillin's reaction is immediate. He leaps backwards a few feet and out of Cliff's grasp.]

What's with you, man?

[aerialassault]

I need you down there, [he replied, dropping the smile. His agitation was evident in his eyes.] We need you down there.

It'll all be fine in a few days. Perfect, even. We just can't put this off anymore.

[comicallyheroic]

[Krillin takes another step back, planting his feet solidly on the ground. This is starting to bother him, a lot.]

I don't know who this we is, but you're not taking me in there. I really don't wanna fight you over it, either.

[But he's willing if necessary. Raising his power a bit, the ground around him begins to dance with energy, grass blown away from his body.]

[aerialassault]

[It was tempting -- sorely tempting -- to grab the halfpint regardless of the protests, swing him over his shoulder, and hop on down into the tunnels to get the job done...but, Cliff had a hunch that Shorty would be a lot harder to deal with than he anticipated.

He tossed his head in agitation.]

Whatever-- forget it. This ain't worth wasting energy over.

[Not when there were many other people who were far easier to grab, and he didn't want to go revealing his trump card right away. Not like this.]

[comicallyheroic]

[Krillin's face contorts in confusion.]

And you're just gonna grab other people and bring them down there?

[aerialassault]

Yeah. And they'll be thanking me for it too.

[He grinned and, with a shrug of his shoulders, started to turn away.]

See ya, Shorty. Maybe next time you'll be more agreeable.

[comicallyheroic]

Y'know what? No. I don't think I like where this is going.

[Krillin could see where this was going, and why Cliff had come to him in the first place. It was because he was small.]

You're not going to take anyone down there for...whatever it is you want to do to them. Not while I have anything to say about it.

[aerialassault]

Hoh?

[Cliff grinned, this time with malice filtering into the humor. Planting his fists on his hips, he stared down at the little man with undisguised amusement.]

And what do you plan to do 'bout it?

[comicallyheroic]

I'm going to put a stop to it, right here and right now.

[The little man plants his feet and the energy ripples around him as he does so.]

I'll try not to hurt you too bad.

[aerialassault]

[He laughed, delighted. This may have been a worthless endeavor, but who was he to turn down an open invitation to a fight? Cliff adopted a fighting stance as well, energy surging into his fists.]

Good luck with that, Pal. Unlike you? I ain't gonna play nice.

[comicallyheroic]

[The little man nods confidently. The energy that he's feeling isn't like from his world, and Cliff seems strong, but not...quite like the people from home. He'd be a good fighter in some of the World Martial Arts tournaments for sure, but for a guy who'd survived a round with Cell?]

Then give me your best shot big guy.

[aerialassault]

[Cliff lunged without further warning, snapping out with a sweeping roundhouse aimed for the gut with plans to throw the little man off his guard. He held nothing back, confident that his opponent wouldn't be able to go down that quickly.

After all of the teasing, he wanted something good!]