Southern Village

[Genkishi]

Southern Continent is an island located in the far south section of the Earth, west of Papaya Island and north of Amenbo Island. While Mount Kiwi is a part of the continent, there is another Dragon Ball in the area that emits its special energy, coming from one of the houses in the village.

[Yoshiro Mifune]

The hover-bike hissed as it slowly descended, dropping down from the sky to land just within the village's boundaries. Landing on the ground, the engine died down and eventually turned off as the figure atop it took out the keys. Letting the bike lie against a wall, the figure stepped off. He was a tall, lanky man with an unkempt appearance. The Scouter seemed completely at odds with his otherwise messy and old clothes, as well as the unkempt head of brown hair. He was a furry, identified by the lighter brown hue of his fur, the long ears hanging down the back of his head and the large, buck teeth hanging down from his mouth. He was a rabbit Furry who carried a sharp sword in his sash, the end of which bobbed up and down as he began to walk through the village, following the trail his Scouter gave him.

He looked fairly disinterested in his quest, but nevertheless he carried it out. People on the street began to see the symbol of the Red Ribbon Army on his cloak and began to step away from him, avoiding him out of a fear in the dangerous army known throughout the world. He looked towards some of the villagers sympathetically, but continued on as he followed the Scouter's beeping. It was leading him slowly through the village, towards the location of the Dragonball. Was it hidden within a house? He made a grim expression. He wasn't fond of the idea of breaking into someone's home. It just wasn't right. But nevertheless, so long as he wore the emblem, he had to do as they said.

"It's close. Probably just down this street" he thought to himself as he continued to walk, undeterred. But a loud beeping rang from the Scouter and suddenly he turned back the way he came as a signal appeared on his Scouter. "Someone's following me. No, it's more like, someone else is looking for the Dragonball" he thought to himself, frowning as one of his hands grasped the scabbard of his sword, his thumb pushing the sword loose so it could be drawn at a moment's notice. "Who's there? Show yourselves before me. If you are with the Red Ribbon Army, I will not harm you" he spoke, beckoning whoever it was to show themselves. Unfortunately, he couldn't mess around on this mission.

[Quinti]

This was definitely a weird situation for Quinti, but he felt that he needed to stay clear of the place where he had met that eagle eyed swordsman who would kill his business of collecting wallets. Of course, he had been caught on the transport ship that he had been on and got dropped off a few feet outside of a small village that didn’t look like it had anything that was worth lifting, but he could use some directions and probably some supplies to get where he was going. Of course, he didn’t need for anyone in the village to know that he was not going to be paying for these items as that would get him into some serious hot water, so he decided to look as pathetic as possible upon entering the town.

There was a shift in the wind, which brought a smell to young feline Furry’s nose. A familiar scent that made him wonder quite a few things like why was his luck this bad, what was he doing in this town and where was the nearest transport out of the place, but in the end he knew that there was only one thing that he could do to find an answer to the first two of these questions. He was going to have to follow his nose and ask the person directly, which was definitely a bad idea on his part. More than likely, Quinti was going to end up with his head rolling across the ground and then be turned into a soccer ball for young kids to play with.

He rounded a corner and saw the person that he was looking for, but somehow his sneaking abilities had been thwarted as he was asked to make himself known. Well it wasn’t like he was here to cause complete mischief for the guy, so showing himself shouldn’t get him hurt too badly by this guy. “Take it easy. It is just little Quinti looking for some information about some things. No need to turn into a serious commando or something.” Then he thought about the last part of what his older acquaintance had said, and a question dawned on him that might give him some real answers for the moment. “Wait, does the fact that I am obviously not with the army mean you are going to hurt me?”