12 Star Ball || Piccolo || in your hole in the ground, takin' yer old stuff. [private to Ichabod]
[Piccolo had decided to go out for a bit once Elphaba had gone to sleep. He mad quite sure not to break the window this time... well not a window that she could hear him break anyway.
He made his way back to that hole in the ground with all the old stuff. Something had caught his eye, but he was far too irritated to investigate it at the time. Although over the past few days it had been on his mind.
He spotted the glass pyramid-thing that he had busted out of earlier and quickly flew right back down the hole he had made. It didn't take long for him to retrace his steps... he had left a rather noticeable path of destruction in his frustration at being lost in the place. He wandered throughout the halls irritably. This place was no more tolerable the first time. Filled with old musty smelling useless junk. Reminded him of Kami, and nothing that reminds him of Kami was a good thing.
And then, a familiar orange glint caught his eye. He walked over to a marble sculpture with a large semi-precious orange stone lodged in it. But not just any orange stone, a perfectly circular orange stone with a small star one it (it was, in fact, not a star but actually an oak leaf. Ah Piccolo you genius cultured fellow you). Without hesitation he reached out and pulled the stone from the rest of the sculpture. As a mark of his triumph he rakes his claws along the wall leaving a trail before he takes off flying through the halls. Knocking over a great deal of paintings and sculptures. Perhaps if he came back the following night he would be able to find the other 6 Dragon Balls and wish this story out of existence.
He made his way back to that hole in the ground with all the old stuff. Something had caught his eye, but he was far too irritated to investigate it at the time. Although over the past few days it had been on his mind.
He spotted the glass pyramid-thing that he had busted out of earlier and quickly flew right back down the hole he had made. It didn't take long for him to retrace his steps... he had left a rather noticeable path of destruction in his frustration at being lost in the place. He wandered throughout the halls irritably. This place was no more tolerable the first time. Filled with old musty smelling useless junk. Reminded him of Kami, and nothing that reminds him of Kami was a good thing.
And then, a familiar orange glint caught his eye. He walked over to a marble sculpture with a large semi-precious orange stone lodged in it. But not just any orange stone, a perfectly circular orange stone with a small star one it (it was, in fact, not a star but actually an oak leaf. Ah Piccolo you genius cultured fellow you). Without hesitation he reached out and pulled the stone from the rest of the sculpture. As a mark of his triumph he rakes his claws along the wall leaving a trail before he takes off flying through the halls. Knocking over a great deal of paintings and sculptures. Perhaps if he came back the following night he would be able to find the other 6 Dragon Balls and wish this story out of existence.