Again, same as before. A lot of new chapters a coming out, hot off the...keyboard. I might update this chapter intro later...
Disclaimer: I don't own any part of Sora no Otoshimono or the original works in regards to the author in any way...yup.
Introduced Character(s):
- Wallace Heckler (Officially)
- Siegel Crowe (Officially)
- Nomad (Referenced)
"So corrupt, the heart of man. Forever cursed with a dark hole, never to be satisfied..." - Anonymous
Chapter 2: Party Tricks
"So wha'd the old man say to ya'?"
Jericho and Greg were both in a jet plane, already above the middle of the Pacific Ocean. The entire plane's seats were all first class tier seats, but they were drinking beer in the plane's lounge. The thin wooden table was already littered with a lot of cans of beer and bowls of peanuts.
"Nothing too important, just some stuff like 'good luck'."
Jericho's grin thinned a little, and looked outside of the jet plane's windows. The clouds looked like oceans of their own, and the gaps in the clouds only revealed the deep blue ocean below.
"Oh, damn. Can one of you guys pass me a dry martini with an olive? I'm thirsty as hell."
This voice belonged to Wallace Heckler, who just walked into the lounge after taking a nap. He rubbed his tattooed, bald head as he walked through and flung himself onto a couch. Being a particularly tall person, his three piece suit was specially tailored by himself to fit his style.
"Here you go. And a cigar to go with that."
"Oh, thanks! Owe you one for the cigar." Wallace gladly took the martini with glee, and lit the cigar with the inside of his jacket. He rubbed his eyes, which had diagonal scars around them. Although they gave him a very terrifying appearance, he was actually a pretty nice person at heart. Or at least, that was the appearance he gave everyone.
"Careful, you could light the entire the plane on fire. Of course, that would be pretty funny, but still...yeah."
The fourth voice now in the lounge, came from Siegel Crowe. He was the same person who Jericho was talking to on the phone earlier, and exactly previously stated, Siegel is a polka dotted extraterrestrial. He had milk-white skin, and he had black polka dots freely flowing across his skin, ranging from the size of a ladybug, to that of a tangerine. He also didn't have eyes, ears, or a nose. Despite these features though, he had absolutely no problem with his senses.
"Hey guys, we're arriving at our location in…half an hour." Jericho looked at his touch-pad, which showed a small digital plane nearing their location.
"Wait, guys. I don't even know where we are going."
"Hey, the newbie is talking." said Siegel in a slight humored tone.
"I'm still sleepy." A slightly muffled voice from Wallace came from the couch, where his face was still buried in a pillow.
"Brotha', where we are going…" Jericho turned his laptop around, to show a world map, and roared in an exaggerated dramatic tone. "…TO JAPAN! WEEEHOOO, YEEEAAAAHH! MUTHAFUCKA I FINALLY GET TO GO SOMEWHERE COOL!"
He sort of jumped right off of his couch at that point, and stumbled so much that he crashed into a cabinet. Although he didn't feel it or notice for a short while, his head was bleeding profusely.
"Um, Mr. Jericho…"
"Oh, c'mon man, don't call me Mister! Makes me feel a lot older."
"…your head is bleeding."
After realizing, Greg got his first aid kit and bandaged Jericho's head with professional skill.
Wallace, after raising his head from the commotion, noticed this and said, "Oi, you're binding him up pretty nicely. Are you a doctor?"
"Nope, I'm a toxicologist, microbiologist, and a neurologist. I just happen to have some medical skills."
"Oh. Well, wait 'till you meet Mixim. He's a pretty cool guy, considering that he can travel in time and shit like that."
"What do you mean by that?"
Siegel joined in the conversation. "Aw, come on now." he just looked at Greg with a smile, which was slightly terrifying, considering that Siegel literally didn't have any facial features except for his mouth. "We all have some things in common. There's no way that Victor got a guy like you in our team without a good reason. No offense."
"None taken. What do you mean by 'some things in common'?"
"Well, for one thing…actually, it's easier to show than tell." Siegel picked up a cell phone, and touched it. "Jericho, after I disappear, can you throw this cell phone across the room?"
"Yea' sure."
Greg was simply perplexed. Disappear? What does he mean by disappear?
ZWINK
Just then, Siegel just vanished into thin air. It was like as if he went invisible. Jericho then grabbed the cell phone and tossed it across the room. Right before it was about to land…
ZWINK
…and Siegel reappeared on the other side of the room, holding the cell phone in his hand.
"Wait, what? How did you, y-y-you were there, then you weren't there, then you were all the way other there…wha?" Greg looked very confused.
"I possess the ability to 'enter' any electronic equipment I desire. I can then travel safely inside it, so I pass detection relatively easily. Of course, I can always 'jump' from one thing to another, although it depends. Usually cell phones work the best." His slightly nonchalant manner of speech was able to hide the fact that he was only telling a part of the truth to him. The other snickered though.
"By the way bro, if you're wondering, Wallace has some pretty nice tricks up his sleeve. Literally." Jericho wiped off some excess blood on his head, and called to Wallace. "Oi, Wallace! Show Greg some of your tricks!"
"But I'm still sleepy."
"Dude, it doesn't take much energy for you."
"Oh fine. Geez." Wallace got off the couch, and walked over to Greg. "My ability is called 'Infinity Complex'. I can store objects inside me by bending dimensional space. There are some mathematics behind this, such as how I need to measure my body's minimum volume and after cubing it you need to…"
"Okay, okay, just show how it works." Siegel muttered impatiently.
"Fine. Heh…let the magic begin then." Wallace flipped his dark green bowler hat, threw it into the air, caught it underhanded, and stuck his entire arm into it. He reached into it and pulled out 4 fragmentation grenades, 2 Browning High Powers, 1 M16 assault rifle, and a RPG-7. All of this from the inside of a regular bowler hat.
Greg was simply amazed. There was practically no other way to describe his facial expression, other than completely bone-stupefied. "Well…I guess I'm not the only one…I'm still confused as to how you did that but..."
"Show us what you can do." Jericho grinned, and anxiously waited for him.
"Um…I'm not sure whether this is a real 'ability' or anything like that…"
Greg pulled a metal ball bearing out from his pocket and after flicking it with his fingers, it shot like a bullet and tore a hole through an empty can of beer.
Jericho's jaws dropped in astonishment. "Brotha, that…was…AWESOME! What was that, anyways?"
"I can hit any object with any trajectory, as long as if I can see the object I am hitting. Of course, the effectiveness of it can change depending on whether or not there are obstructions but…yeah."
Wallace was suddenly very interested. "So kid, you've got perfect aim?"
"Pretty much."
"Hmph. Let's see about that." Wallace looked very jealous and sulked away.
Greg leaned over to Jericho "Why's he so upset?"
"Wallace is, or before you came, was, the best shot in our team with nearly any weapon. This includes everything from derringers to things as big as flak cannons."
"Jesus, he can do that? I'm good with throwing stuff, but I'm sort of shit when it comes down to firearms."
Siegel jokingly poked his head into the conversation. "Just to tell you, my aim's probably the worst." He quickly pulled his head out.
"Trust me, compared to bros like us, Nomad's abilities far surpass our's."
"By the way, what's your ability? You have one, right?"
Jericho grinned, yet again. "That's a surprise."
"We will be arriving at Haneda Airport shortly. All passengers please return to their seats." The captain's announcement resonated throughout the lounge, and everyone immediately went back to their seats.
Siegel looked back towards everyone when they were in their seats. "By the way, we're going to be meeting with the other guys at a place called the 'Shinagawa Prince Hotel', along with our contact who will be providing our equipment." And he smoked his cigar so quickly that it turned into a stick of ash in an instant.
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