G/J/T: THE REUNION

[2018/02/01]Gine: The Mooseum Le Arte' Galaxia -- a popular tourist trap and popular heist spot. Luckily, the Galactic King's infatuation with the colorful abstracts meant that [i]Mooseum Le Arte' Galaxia[i] [sub]mooseum NOT a mispelling, mind you. it's art[/sub] would be guarded, patrolled, and snuggily watched by [b]only[/b] the...

[b]SUPER ELITE.[/b]

Now if only said Super Elite would stop getting lost in the museum's mazeic hallways. To be fair, it might not help that this center of [i]modern art[/i] consisted of confusing jagged edges, sculptures of nonsensical loops and paintings of wild [sub]are those even real colors?[/sub] strokes. But hey, it's [b]art[/b]. Along the hallways, on the stands, but the Mooseum Le Arte's magnum opus was the one object that didn't take a degree in social studies to understand: [b]a box.[/b]

Runes of another language, rust telling of ages the box has lived through, researchers scratched their heads to [b]get[/b] what it all meant. Inside was just as hollow as a box could be, outside was its bronze outlines. The theory was that it was [i]missing[/i] something, but without that something the box sits on display as the mooseum's one treasure that had no business being there... because in truth, the box was !

A demonic relic. One that a mistress of blue eyes and lavender gazes had her plans tracing a big circle around it and sending a petite puppet to fetch it.

She was already there, actually. A little red riding hood, her face adorned with a mask with crimson glints with eyes would be. Not suspicious at all, nope! But to be fair, when it comes to being a villain's slave, you often got the benefit of skipping out on security. All she needed to do was wait for a good moment. Bobbing her neck and her spindly arms crossed over her enthralled self, unaware of her own actions yet every moment calculated. Even a wariness cautions her movements when a certain Patroller passes by, and she slips to a quieter corner unnoticed...

However, she wasn't the only one with interest of this object. Darius V. Poopz, Galaxy's 16th Most Wanted, snuck about too. Cleverly disguising his noticable stache with [b]another stache[/b], even Super Elites were gonna have trouble finding this one! His tentafingers imagining their victory, he watched the box as if it were going to be in his hands at any moment. He just needed to wait for the Patrolman to leave and he'd be on his way!

[2018/02/01]Gine: (I DIDN'T PROOFREAD ANY OF THIS REEEE--- i hope it's passable)

[2018/02/01]The Super Elite hueh.

[2018/02/01]The Super Elite could of sworn that the direction he was heading in was just about the exit out of this absolutely annoying labyrinth. He was wrong, though, as all it led to was another sharp, stupid corner that betrayed his trust and put a big stinking damper on his already shaved mood! In his own mind, the idea of having gone in the same stupid circle was repeating in a disastrous positive feedback look that made every one of his little steps all the heavier with annoyance. H'oh boy, he might just have to report that no one ever try to protect this stupid place but the people who actually own it! "Stupid Galactic King with his stupid liking of this crap. I mean, really, who'd even like to stare at-"

It was a stupid box.

On an even stupider display pedestal, with all of the furnishings too. Ribbons, rope, 'do not touch' signs with hefty fines underneath it, and just for extra measure, a really mean looking image of the Mooseum's owner with all 10 of his eyes looking as cross as they could be with the blood red 'Don't even think about it!' sign underneath it. All Jaco could truly muster up about this, as his steps suddenly came to a crawl, and then quaint stop, was:

"Don't know why anyone would want to touch a thing like that." The more his vision-detectors also called eyes, traced the lining of that box, and everything it was composed of, it all... became a little clearer. "I can't believe sold their old giftbox as art. I can probably get a raise if I give the same to the Galactic King!" Stewing on this new train of thought, Jaco put a hand up to his chin and stared at the box a little more. He even decided to change his position so he could get a better look at it! Stepping to the side a little, he then planted his foot firmly on... something raised.

Obviously, it could just be another dumb display stand. Or... it could be someone's foot. Either way, he doubted it. NO one would want to steal this stuff anyway...

[2018/02/01]Gine: Jaco's musings kept his 'vision-detectors' nice and busy alright. Enough so that the Galactic Elite did not realize that his thoughtful meandering had him step on the foot of a tourist.

Not just any type of tourist either. The fat lady type of tourist. The one with several couple of shrill, loud, annoying kids that looked like her, but smaller and their shirt stained with the sauce of the latest chicken tendies.

"AHEM. RUDE!"

There boomed her voice, as loud as the rolls seeping off her squeezed waist. "APOLOGIZE TO ME RIGHT NOW, MISTER! DON'T YOU KNOW YOU NEED TO BE LEAVING A RESPECTABLE IMPRESSION AS A GALACTIC PATROLMAN?! YOU AREN'T EVEN DOING YOUR JOB RIGHT! WHAT ARE YOU DOING JUST GAWKING AROUND THE ARTWORK?!" And should Jaco turn around to feast on the gaping maw flapping on the blubberous miss, he'd see one of those tremendous arms shaking what weren't biceps at him, all while the shitlings behind her happily grinned at the poor patrolman's embarassment!

A perfect commotion, really. One that had the masked petite inching a little closer to the box. A coil of dark magic from a handtip crawling like living smog and just... cutting out those cameras, making the next few minutes subject to witnesses alone... but she'd take care of that in due time. For now, glazed pupils watched from a side angle...

And from another angle, Darius V. Poopz snickered as loud as he wanted, knowing that the tourists loud screaming surely would've left those ultra tech radios slapped on the side of his stupid face buzzing with static. It was all becoming too easy now! Darius tip-toed closer, nanomachines subtly dropping from his sleeves to take care of those cameras too. A crime done beneath the nose of a Super Elite! Aah. It was too amusing for words.

[2018/02/01]The Super Elite may not of made his mind just yet on who hit his spot of hate the absolute most. Could it be criminals? Maybe. The Galactic King? Not really, he just doesn't like the guy. Frieza? He's more scary than hateable. Maybe... people who don't find him THAT cool? Possibly. Okay, what is the last one on the list then?... Oh right, Annoying tourists who somehow appear whenever he's patrolling a certain planet, inhabited or not! He despised these types of windbags, and all of the hot, stupid air that came out of them! He had to take it though, that was... part of the job.

Wait, he doesn't have to take this! He has...

No girlfriend anymore. Dangit. Now he's a little sad and frustrated at this blubber that stands right before him. But how could he react without getting the chewing out of his life when he gets back to HQ?! All of his intensified vision dropped down from that yammering mouth to the little shitkids that stood behind her like a pack of voracious animals. They must of been waiting on the opportunity to see their Momma go ham on someone. Why, them and all of their stupid, reflective kid-wear. It made them so... so useful! The edges of Jaco's lips curl right up, and he throws his vision back to the woman with an affirmative nod. "I... apologize for the inconvenience, ma'am, it's just that I was inspecting the art for... JUSTICE!"

After all, how could the way he twisted right around with his blaster drawn have not been for justice!? For off of all that reflective tourist wear, he could see the hands of someone who wanted to desperately touch the ROPES and RIBBONS surrounding the artwork! Yes, he's seen those hands that dripped somesuch! They were aiming to steal those display ropes/ribbons to sell them on the black market so their illegal goods could be tied with the best in the business! But they weren't going to succeed, oh no!

NOT WITH GALACTIC PATROLMAN JACO ON THE CASE!

That good ole' twist had left him moving off of all that fat, and... landing on it! In fact, when he popped off his shot, instead of aiming for those hands, he instead aimed for the floor! It seems that when he did his jump and twist, the back of his boots landed on that sloppy foot, and the fat on it made him slip up enough to flub his shot, and send a flying elbow RIGHT into the mass of tit and tendie grease that stood behind him! "Halt, evildo-WOAH!"

[2018/02/01]Gine: Jaco's aim follows Justice to the E, true and without any twitch of hesitation in his noodly fingers... but too bad he wasn't actually aiming and that obesity ended up screwing his aim and style. Could this be considered second-hand obesity? PLOINK PLOINK PLOINK The blue shot dances around, bouncing! Causing several hundred thousand space-zeni in damage. Darius V. Poopz is thoroughly startled, his hands (which were about to reach), shaking as the fake stache' on his real stache' drifted down slowly.

... and though the reader already knows JACO NOW KNOWS FOR SURE THAT DARIUS V. POOPZ IS INDEED PRESENT! The 16th most Wanted criminal, his capture guaranteeing being able to pay for all those damages. To add to the confirmation, Darius snarls his purple gums at Jaco and jeers, "YA WON'T BE CATCHING ME, GALACTIC PATROLLER!"

In the meantime, the lady and her shitlings were screaming at the top of their lungs. Oh just perfect.

A wonderful background noise to Darius's leap towards the box, his slimy other hand swift on dials as his escape ship peeks at the window! "HAHAHAHA! THIS IS MINE! MIINE!"--

BLOOSH

On one hand, the screaming died down when the pod of whales were knocked off their feet by the explosion. On the other, Jaco's job just got.. a little more dangerous. Oh come on and nobody actually ever robbed this stupid mooseum. At the moment Darius Poopz announced his victory, a violet sphere of oozing evil leaves a chill and a burnt Darius holding empty air. From the approximate direction this power could've originated from... was a masked lady! ... and not just any lady. A Saiyan! That tail he's seen before lashed side to side as her palm, writhing with more of that vile glow, turned its direction to Jaco while her other arm tucked the box into a sash....
[2018/02/01]The Super Elite Crap, crap, crap! One of his coolest moments ever to occur in this Universe, and probably the next ones, was just up and hogged by the complete travesty that was his mess-up! Why... why did that have to happen?! He did it all completely cool, and yet when he went to pull it off, it just fizzled in the air like his... his relationship! Oh, man, he didn't even want to think about what may happen if he keeps thinking about her! He'll just have to put himself fully in this and see... see!?

"Darius V. Poopz!?" Holy space-cow! That was the 16th most wanted man in the universe, and a big ticket to some more space-moolah if he played his cards right! Wait, what was he saying!? Zzzzzzzt! Damn! All of the whining and screeching of these cheap and lazy tourists were completely messing up the frequency of his state of the art radios! He couldn't even hear himself think all that much! He did have eyes though, that caught the action with a sharp glint, and hands that helped in getting him to steady off of the water-bed of a sentient being. Wobble wobble.

Once he was able to pop off that pudge, he saw that escape ship's money-burning lights, and the absolute monster of an implosion that followed just a moment later to leave a possible future meal-ticket standing like he's just seen a galactic ghost, and... put him on the slightly inquisitive, as some familiar bits of this newcomer start to hit him. Or maybe it was just the fact that tail and look meant she might be a Saiyan! Oh boy, a Saiyan and all this damage... in one day! Not even Zuno could of known this was going to happen!

"Alright, whoever you are, stop right there! You're in the presence of a Super Elite!" With the unconscious complainers behind him, Jaco felt his job intensify. Damn... he needed to get them out of the way. They were still innocents in this! Yet that hand was going to be throwing right at him... or whatever it was doing! Huh... it looked all the more familia-NOT YET! Snapping into another action pose that went away with his next breath, Jaco threw a foot forward while another was propped up against the mass of fat. One puff of his jets, and the lot of them were sent rolling down the hallway like bowling ball pins! They were getting far enough so Jaco could up and pull out his blaster to...

POP OFF TWO AMAZING SHOTS OFF HIS BLASTER TO RICOCHET THAT LONE BALL SO THAT IT, AND ANOTHER BLAST HIT THE MASKED WOMAN FROM TWO DIFFERENT ANGLES, BOTH HITTING HER MASK!

[2018/02/01]Gine: Those crimson dots on her face, glowing yet somehow a look at them gave the sense of being absorbed. Red pits of an unconscious evil, forcing out ferocity from the blood of a woman not naturally ferocious. Right on time, Jaco had taken his next shots, because only a moment too soon the vile power ribboned around her lean form aggressively. The next shot was going to be much bigger and wasn't bound to miss!

But what doesn't miss first is CREECK the cyan slaps that give the mask a 10/10 shot from two whole angles! The Saiyaness at first goes rigid, lifeless like the statues adorning the *mooseum*, and then the mysterious veil splits down the middle to reveal a face more tender than the menacing hues emanating from it....

It was her.

Her, blinking away a metaphorical liquid that had been drowning her judgement. The red window fogged by magic of mind control clearing with a flicker of familiarity that tugged her lips as her sight finally recognizes her awareness. Her grip loosens, the sash and box to the floor.

"... Huh? Jaco?! How'd... how'd I get here... wait.. I... I remember... it... it was her..."

Gine brought her threatening hand towards her messy hair, giving her wee bit scuffed forehead a rub. She trailed toward the broken mask on the floor beneath her feet, stepping away from it like it could spring up at any moment. She lifted her gaze up again to return to Jaco, where the unSaiyan Saiyaness greets him with a grateful smile. "Jaco... I'm happy to see you. I'm glad you're alive... Rgh! I have so much to explain to you!"

But the exposition was gonna have to wait. The corridors light with the red-blues-red-blues of SPACE POLICE incoming. Darius V. Poopz, in those moments of 'huh I know this woman', had snapped his burnt hide into action and LEAPED right out the window! By the time the two jerked towards the noise of glass breaking to his escape, he was already dipping his toe to the pedal--

..... BOINK

Until one of the beams that Jaco fired that somehow survived the mask nudged the ship an inch away....

Aaaaand doooown he goes!

It's a full minute before they hear a BROOSH of a guy hitting the ground.

[2018/02/01]The Super Elite: Super cool Super Elite Jaco! That's what they called him, and trickshots like the one he just pulled off, were a prime specialty of his! What he couldn't find out though, at least in the heat of the moment, was why GINE of all people was right before him! It managed to hit him with a sudden pang of absolutely surprising shock! His jaw loosened on up, and his shoulders popped up. Didn't she run off all the way back on Spoon?.... How could she possibly be here with a look and such like that!? Or, at least before. That mask was most of the appearance changer, and without it, she kinda looked like... Gine in a slightly different armor.

Man, this was bringing back some memories. It at least gave him a good hit of the calming wave instead of a furthered high of action that'd make him a little unable to talk instead of shooting! Propping up a forearm to give his blaster a little twirl on the finger before he stuffed it right back into his holster, Jaco then put a curve to his back to get right into the swing of things! "Yeah, that sounds about right! I kind of had to pick up after Tullece's slack! It was a pretty good fi-"

GLASS HAD SHATTERED!

Jaco's senses had raced to that display of law being snapped in half, and while his limbs sped into action, it was all for naught as one of his leftover blasts managed to do the job and send... his meal-ticket down a few floors.

The sound he made hitting the ground was pretty refreshing. "...Want to explain it over a meal?"
[2018/02/01]Gine: Over a meal it is! ... or was. Because pressing the skip button lands us right over the dinner table, Gine picking at her teeth after having eaten half the restaurant and Jaco's probably regretting offering to take a Saiyan out for food, before taking a breath to actually give a chance for her voice to make words! Damn smurf lady barely fed her... "So, after I got captured, Bardock took me before this lady. This blue skinned lady! She called herself.. Towa? Towa... yeah. She kept saying she was going to be the queen of the universe. I don't know, I lost track... it was hard to keep track after she..." Gine grimaced. She reached for the sash she had again, somewhere towards the depths of it as it lied tied around an armor with a sinister sheen. Black with violet refractions that only get more eery as she takes out the halves of the strange mask. "Put this on my face. Bardock has one like this. These evil masks... they make your head go blank and it's hard to do anything else but obey her. It's all you can really hear when you have these on..." Her grimaced pinched to pure disgust, spiced by a twinkle of anger that somehow still felt rather uncharacteristic for a Saiyan Jaco's never seen angry. "She still has Bardock. I need to save him, Jaco! Y-you managed to break a mask. Can you help me?"

[12:02] Gine SCOOOPS--

[12:02] Gine Some ice cream for him!

[12:21] The Super Elite was more than glad that all of the damages caused by his spectacular and limit shattering confrontation with Gine were more than covered by his apprehension of Darius' bone-busted body. After all, who could of known that some of those damages could be seen as an addition to the art installation with a story of their own? Not him. That nonsense was some other level of thinking he wasn't sure he'd have the patience to attempt. Still, he was in the prime of his... year, so far, with this interaction being one of the biggest after a few other pivotal moments. But who was counting, really? Not him, that's for sure.

"...Thank you. And you're saying this 'Towa' person styles herself as queen of the Universe with mind-controlling masks or something like that? Yeesh! Her list of crimes are just piling up! Considering that her getting you and him must mean some more damage to the flow of time..." Letting all of his musings sink into his mouth with the flip of that spoon past his lips, that Super Elite mind churned and burned information as quickly as it came to mind. It didn't help that before scooping him up some more delicious ice-cream, she of all people was stricken with a look like that. This is getting heavier by the second!

But he can take care of it. Probably. Squish, squish, gulp!

Jaco's decision was made with a nod and scooping of another plentiful helping of that tangy ice-cream! "With the severity of everything she's done, and the fact that your Barduck may lead us right to her, I think it's more than my duty to help you out! Now, let me see just how..." Reaching on out to get one of those halves, Jaco clamps onto it with one set of hands, then the other, and pushes his alien limbs to try and break it with his bare hands! "tough it is!"

[12:39] Gine: It's a toughie alright. The mask's white style had a soft look on its surface. When not bathed in sinister magic that is; the porcelain imitation easily could've been one of those fangled artsy fartsys in the 'FRAGILE DO NOT TOUCH' section that Jaco had been told to never even look at, yet it was here taking all of the patrolman's curiosity, shape squeezing but snapping back to its face-clutching shape every time he loosened his grip on it.

Gine watched him do this. The longer it didn't break, the more concerned she looked. Her frown drifted to the mask half left in front of her. She allowed her fingers to swivel it upright and she beheld the torn symbol. A helix burned to an emerald node. It was inactive, but it held enough bad memory that Gine's little hands fish for a napkin and shroud it off.

"Time Breakers... they called themselves Time Breakers. I don't know if this is the type of enemy you can arrest, Jaco, but thanks! I appreciate the help! You really are the best Super Elite, ya know?" Now she seemed to be in better spirits! Smile back again that Jaco could've sworn he saw elsewhere too. "Help... help. Hey, whatever happened to Tullece? Is he alright?! I'm sorry, I didn't mean to get kidnapped! I was hoping Bardock could help us against that green monster... "

[13:27] The Super Elite was thinking this mask was sapping his strength considering how it managed to just up and bounce back from whatever pressure he put on it! He better stop or else all of his Super Elite might will be completely taken away and he'll be nothing more than... a weenie Elite. Yup, a simple, stupid, little weenie Elite. Good thing that's not gonna happen, as he let that mask drop from his hand and land on the table that held all of their food, and food remains! Wiping his hands together and letting the dust fly right off of them, his set his attention onto Gine with a striking level of cool!

Time... Breakers... The mere implementation of Time was nothing short of a gigantic, galaxy-spanning red-flag! These people may not be the types to sit there and take an arrest, but he'll have to smack them over the dome with the right type of justice! After he finishes his bowl of ice-cream again and stops thinking of that smile's resemblance. Scoop...

"Oh, him? Well, yeah he's doing fine! And you shouldn't have had to worry about bringing Barduck against Lord Slug, because despite being one of the most wanted guys ever, me and Tullece managed to take pretty good care of em! Yup, he's nothing but dust now. Though where Tullece is... I don't got a clue. He has his own ship and I got my job to do." Ah... what a time that was. He was so spooked.