Post by Truffle on Apr 16, 2015 22:06:09 GMT -5
Truffle thought back to his many adventures with Ninjin. It had been awhile since the two of them had been together. Truffle had heard many different rumors about Ninjin, but none of them had panned out in terms of his search. He had even heard that rumors that Ninjin was dead but he wouldn’t allow himself to believe it. If Ninjin were truly dead and gone, Truffle would feel it. He would know it in his soul, and he didn’t know it in his soul, so to him Ninjin was still alive.
Truffle had had a few incidents in his time away from Ninjin, trying to keep his cover on the mean streets of central city. There had been different men trying to take him out. He was the last Hoyo alive, or so he thought, and his pelt was worth a lot of Zeni. And then there was the professional hunter who had stalked him for years. That had been Truffle’s most difficult opponent in his time underground. It had started simply.
Truffle was walking down the street in his usual garb, hiding his blue fur underneath a trench coat, and his horns hidden beneath a hat. He ducked into an alleyway, keeping to the shadows as much as possible. Of course with his alleyway track record, he should have stayed far away from it, but that thought wasn’t going through his head.
He walked down the alley, the little cardboard home he had built for himself at the end of it. He made it to the cardboard house when something seemed amiss. He looked down at it, and saw a small crease at the entrance, where one hadn’t been before. Someone had been inside.
Truffle stepped back from the cardboard house, and felt something poking him in the back. He turned his head and heard a voice.
”Don’t move, or I’m going to have to shoot a few of these bolts into your pretty hide.”
Truffle grunted, but didn’t move. He felt a sharp prick in his neck, and then the world started to spin and went black.
He woke up strapped to a table, a harsh white light shining down on him. He tugged against the restraints, but they were holding him down with a force that he hadn’t felt in a long time. He had been so careful to be hidden, and this is what happens. He didn’t know who this was, this person who had him strapped down to this table, but he was sure he wasn’t going to like what they had planned for him.
”Well well, looks like you’re awake. That’s good. That’s very good. I’ve been waiting for you to wake up. You see, I’m somewhat of a….hunter. I collect rare species, I kill them, I stuff them, and I keep them on display in my home. It’s somewhat of a…museum for extinct species. And Hoyo’s are next on the list.”
A whirring noise started up, and Truffle’s eye’s widened.
”How shall I do this? Shall I remove your brain first, making the rest of the organ removal painless? Or shall I do it reverse, and make this as painful as possible, watch you squirm underneath the blade, letting it dance over your skin, have you feel every single incision? Oh yes, I think I like that one the most.”
Truffle gulped, and the hunter put his whirring machine down, picking up a scalpel. And then there was a little ding, and the hunter stood up, as if experiencing an electric shock. He turned and walked out of the room.
Truffle tried to struggle against the restraints, but he couldn’t break them. He thought of Ninjin and what his friend would say if he knew that he was about to be stuffed.
He felt the power dripping through his body, and if he could have looked in the mirror, he would have seen that his fur was now a bright crimson, streaked with black. He was in Hattori form, a form he hadn’t found himself in in months. He flexed, and snapped the restraints. He turned his massive head as the door opened.
The hunter looked up and laughed, as he saw Truffle in his Hattori form.
”Now this…this is interesting. I liked the blue…but the red…the red is something special.”
He held up a gun and fired it at Truffle, a dart flying at him, but Truffle deflected the dart and leapt at the Hunter, who shoulder checked Truffle, sending him to the floor.
”Oh, what’s that? Didn’t think I’d be that strong, did you?”
The hunter picked Truffle up and threw him against the cement wall. Truffle grunted, but slid to the ground. The hunter again aimed his dart gun at Truffle, who moved out of the way just in time, and slammed his fists into the cement, covering them with the grey substance.
”Adaptability. That’s a new one.”
The hunter fired more darts at Truffle, but Truffle shattered each one with his cement covered fists. Truffle launched the first cement block at the Hunter, and it crashed off of his head. The hunter fell to the floor, dead.
If Truffle could speak, he probably would have said something about how easy that was, but he couldn’t, so instead he shrugged, and walked out of the museum. Though first he collected all of the extinct species stuffed bodies, and gave them a proper burial. Then he emptied the cash register of all of its money, and opened the museums safe, taking everything that the hunter had. He deserved it.
(Zeni, please)
Truffle had had a few incidents in his time away from Ninjin, trying to keep his cover on the mean streets of central city. There had been different men trying to take him out. He was the last Hoyo alive, or so he thought, and his pelt was worth a lot of Zeni. And then there was the professional hunter who had stalked him for years. That had been Truffle’s most difficult opponent in his time underground. It had started simply.
Truffle was walking down the street in his usual garb, hiding his blue fur underneath a trench coat, and his horns hidden beneath a hat. He ducked into an alleyway, keeping to the shadows as much as possible. Of course with his alleyway track record, he should have stayed far away from it, but that thought wasn’t going through his head.
He walked down the alley, the little cardboard home he had built for himself at the end of it. He made it to the cardboard house when something seemed amiss. He looked down at it, and saw a small crease at the entrance, where one hadn’t been before. Someone had been inside.
Truffle stepped back from the cardboard house, and felt something poking him in the back. He turned his head and heard a voice.
”Don’t move, or I’m going to have to shoot a few of these bolts into your pretty hide.”
Truffle grunted, but didn’t move. He felt a sharp prick in his neck, and then the world started to spin and went black.
He woke up strapped to a table, a harsh white light shining down on him. He tugged against the restraints, but they were holding him down with a force that he hadn’t felt in a long time. He had been so careful to be hidden, and this is what happens. He didn’t know who this was, this person who had him strapped down to this table, but he was sure he wasn’t going to like what they had planned for him.
”Well well, looks like you’re awake. That’s good. That’s very good. I’ve been waiting for you to wake up. You see, I’m somewhat of a….hunter. I collect rare species, I kill them, I stuff them, and I keep them on display in my home. It’s somewhat of a…museum for extinct species. And Hoyo’s are next on the list.”
A whirring noise started up, and Truffle’s eye’s widened.
”How shall I do this? Shall I remove your brain first, making the rest of the organ removal painless? Or shall I do it reverse, and make this as painful as possible, watch you squirm underneath the blade, letting it dance over your skin, have you feel every single incision? Oh yes, I think I like that one the most.”
Truffle gulped, and the hunter put his whirring machine down, picking up a scalpel. And then there was a little ding, and the hunter stood up, as if experiencing an electric shock. He turned and walked out of the room.
Truffle tried to struggle against the restraints, but he couldn’t break them. He thought of Ninjin and what his friend would say if he knew that he was about to be stuffed.
He felt the power dripping through his body, and if he could have looked in the mirror, he would have seen that his fur was now a bright crimson, streaked with black. He was in Hattori form, a form he hadn’t found himself in in months. He flexed, and snapped the restraints. He turned his massive head as the door opened.
The hunter looked up and laughed, as he saw Truffle in his Hattori form.
”Now this…this is interesting. I liked the blue…but the red…the red is something special.”
He held up a gun and fired it at Truffle, a dart flying at him, but Truffle deflected the dart and leapt at the Hunter, who shoulder checked Truffle, sending him to the floor.
”Oh, what’s that? Didn’t think I’d be that strong, did you?”
The hunter picked Truffle up and threw him against the cement wall. Truffle grunted, but slid to the ground. The hunter again aimed his dart gun at Truffle, who moved out of the way just in time, and slammed his fists into the cement, covering them with the grey substance.
”Adaptability. That’s a new one.”
The hunter fired more darts at Truffle, but Truffle shattered each one with his cement covered fists. Truffle launched the first cement block at the Hunter, and it crashed off of his head. The hunter fell to the floor, dead.
If Truffle could speak, he probably would have said something about how easy that was, but he couldn’t, so instead he shrugged, and walked out of the museum. Though first he collected all of the extinct species stuffed bodies, and gave them a proper burial. Then he emptied the cash register of all of its money, and opened the museums safe, taking everything that the hunter had. He deserved it.
(Zeni, please)