The steady groan of a headache rolled across his face as Niku managed to rouse himself. He was lying face down in the dirt and as he raised his head he realised that a fine layer of brown particles stuck to his spit-slick cheek. He wiped it off and grumbled to himself, the pounding in his head was incredible and after a brief glance down, Niku realised he was wearing a bright pink T-shirt bearing the slogan "2 Cute 4 Skool". He stared in horror, wondering how the hell he'd acquired this monstrosity. He glanced across and saw that a few streaks of vomit lined the cave and finally managed to for some feeble connections in his brain Last night must have been a bender "What the hell... happened last night?" His memory fired and misfired as a jumble of flashbacks fired through
Walking down a street in a local town in Generica, he'd found a bar showing a cage-fight between a Saiyan and a Walrus-man so he'd gone in and-
No, wait, then there'd been shots and he was hugging a blond dude and telling him...
BEFORE that they were arguing who was going to win, until they realised they were both backing the walrus and then he'd bought them a round of drinks and-
"Ugghhhhhh, what was IN those SHOTS?" Niku moaned as he stared at his shirt. Had he stolen this? He best not have paid for it.
He was getting ready to leave when he realised he was in a cave. He scowled, that was the kind of thing you usually twigged to earlier. He stumbled up to the cave mouth and saw... a lot of... angry looking people. Flares of Ki energy in auras around people and one particularly intimidating looking blue alien wearing brown pelts stared at the cave mouth and grinned at Niku's appearance "So you finally show yourself! GIVE US THE PRINCESS!" "Ugghhhhhhhh" Niku dropped to kneeling on the floor with one hand on the cave. He paused for a few seconds "...I really hope I'm not the princess." He managed to drag himself back into the cave and heard the horde outside rallying themselves and stared around the cave. He couldn't see anyone new all he could see was a pile of clothes and... wait a second... "It's that blond guy! YOU! What's happe- I don't... WHAT IS GOING ON!" he shouted, trying to rouse the sleeping warrior.
Post by Zechariah Artuna on Dec 13, 2014 14:41:16 GMT
Pain was the first thing that he remembered feeling, and how he instantly found himself wishing for the darkness that had actually been a deep and dreamless sleep. It felt as if his brain was ruptured and his skull had been split asunder, but when his groggily moved hand eventually found its way to the top of his sensitive head it came away without the damp touch of blood. It hurt to move. It hurt to think. It hurt to breath. It hurt to swallow, which was increasingly annoying since his mouth felt as if he had been eating sand and he had been licking dry dirt with his tongue. The taste of bile was rich on his tongue and his throat stung from the acidity of its previous presence; so there had been vomit to parallel his current and presumably previous feeling of nausea. He dared not cast his mind back for the cause of this horrid feeling in case the memory or attempt caused even more pain, but the symptoms pointed to one unquestionable conclusion.
Zack had one hell of a hangover.
He heard a voice from beyond the hazy darkness of the inside of his eyelids, but the words were still muffled from the confusion riddling his brain and he dared not attempt to open his eyes just yet. With a resigned groan Zack rolled his body onto his belly, because he had been lying on his left side, and he attempted to plant his arms underneath him so he could lift himself up. His first attempt failed miserably, though whether from a lack of motivation or a lack of strength he couldn't be sure. Now up on his hands and knees Zack finally chanced opening his eyes, the blurred view of the cold and damp rock below him steadily coming into view, before spinning dangerously. His stomach lurched and for a moment he thought he was going to throw up again, but a dry heave or two later and it quickly became apparent that there was nought left in his stomach to sick up. The voice was still speaking somewhere ahead of him and to his right, but still Zack paid very little attention. Instead he had attempted to recall at least a modicum of the previous night's events, however bad they might have been.
Closing his eyes helped, if only by stopping his surroundings from spinning and in turn allowing him to concentrate somewhat better. His memories of the night before did indeed start coming back to him, albeit in hazy flashes with muffled to no sound at all. The face of another guy, maybe the same age as he was, came into view briefly. His eyes were such a brilliant blue that they almost crackled with electricity. The two were sharing drinks at a bar, or something. Talking. Laughing. Arguing. Doing shots. Zack groaned again at the last memory as his stomach turned in parallel. Something told him, despite not having heard the voice nearby properly, that it belonged to his drinking buddy, whose name he couldn't quite remember. There was an element of familiarity about the muffled voice. And there was a. walrus? That was enough.
… enough, I get it. I drank a lot. though as the memories faded and he dared to open his eyes once more, he knew 'a lot' was the sheer definition of understatement in this case. With an effort, though everything seemed to be an effort for him right now, Zack plunked himself down onto his backside and into a seated position. After a few moments of watching the cave make a fine impression of a merry-go-round Zack finally managed to steady his vision to a point where he didn't feel as if he were about to throw up. There appeared to be some distant commotion happening outside of the cave that they were in, though Zack couldn't focus on that right now either. He had to deal with one thing at a time, which was why he still hadn't even ventured a guess why he was in fact in a cave yet.
Zack slowly licked his lips. God they were dry. Suddenly his head twitched as an odd taste flared up in his mouth from his tongue. What was on his lips? Reaching up he rubbed the back of his hand over them. His lips cracked and he knew they were soon to bleed, but before they did he pulled his hand away and stared down at the candyfloss pink smudge that was now on the back of his hand. Perplexed, Zack continued to stare at his hand as his brain struggled to come to what was actually a very easy conclusion. Lipstick? Why is there lipstick on my lips? the obvious conclusion is that a woman wearing it had kissed him, though he didn't remember that happening. The only other conclusion was that he had drunkenly put it on, though where he could have got it was a mystery that he didn't think bear thinking on. However, at that moment the other guy spoke again and this time Zack heard the words loud and clear.
"...I really hope I'm not the princess." he muttered wearily from the mouth of the cave, Zack having partially looked up to see.
"Princess?" Zack asked hoarsely through a groan. His voice was croakier than he considered it might, though with how dry and in pain his throat was, it was hardly surprising. "It seems that might be me." he rasped in an attempt of ironic humour.
"It's that blonde guy! YOU!” the blue-eyed man said, turning around and staggering back into the cave from its opening. Zack raised a hand to his head and held it with a grimace, the loud voice of the other man echoing throughout the cave and his skull. “What's happe- I don't... WHAT IS GOING ON!"
“Not so loud…” he pleased with a gesture signalling him to lower his voice. “I don’t know what happened… I don’t know where we are… I don’t even remember your name, no offence…” not much more had come back to him at this point. “and frankly, I don’t even remember when my shirt is… so I’m likely not the best person to ask.” he added, only just realising that he was topless. He almost ventured a look around the cave but as he began to turn his head everything threatened to spin again, so he left it for the moment. “What about you… do you remember anything?”
Mentioning he had no idea why he was shirtless, Niku glanced down at his own pink T-shirt and blinked a few times in fear. Was he... was he always wearing that lipstick? He couldn't be wearing his shirt could he? What.... had... they... ? Niku clutched his head and screamed as he desperately tried to force his memory to work. It couldn't be what it looked like, could it? It had to be something else! The padlock on the door to his memories was being relentlessly crowbarred by his will as he tried to get through. He had to know what happened, he had to!
The blond dude's T-shirt got lost when they ran in the fountain...
... Niku traded his for the one the girl had been wearing... girl? What girl?
She'd smooched Zack but then thrown up immediately afterwards, they'd fallen asleep in the cave because Niku was convinced he was actually a bear and had declared he needed to sleep in a bear cave for bear people.
"Oh thank God, there was a girl" Niku groaned as he collapsed against the cave-wall and sighed. Everything was fine now. Until he heard the explosion and saw the flash of crimson ki bursting against the cave entrance. Oh right, the horde outside. He groaned and rubbed his eyes to try and make them stop blurring. "COME OUT NOW OR WE WILL KILL YOU!" The leader shrieked from the interest as another steady boom of ki hit the cave mouth. Niku groaned again "I'm really considering just letting them kill us" he mumbled as he pulled their female companion's T-shirt off his body. ""I'm Niku, nice to re-meet you. Look, I know we don't anything to do with each other right now but we should probably... we should probably do something about them? I think the 'princess' is that girl from the other night, I can't remember who she was but they don't sound nice. Let's do it, let's be the big damn heroes!" Niku staggered to his feet and stood boldly at the cave mouth. Shirtless and poised, his electric blue aura sparked around him threateningly. The horde balked, worried what this more intimidating (now he wasn't wearing the shirt) man might have in store for them. At least until he spluttered up another surge of vomit that splattered into the cave floor. He groaned once more and readied himself, his energy charged "Ryusenko!" He moved in a flash of blue light, unseen by the horde as he struck one of them hard enough to knock him out! And stumbled to the floor at the same time as he tripped over his own feet. He groaned for what felt like the hundredth time. "Never drinking again..." he burbled as he got to his feet...