10-17-2005, 08:09 PM
Kami looked to his friends on either side of him. "Maybe we can even shut Brim down for good. I owe him a couple of things..."
Piccolo Daimaou was incredibly irked and perturbed about this whole turn of events. One moment, he was training with his newest student, Yajirobe. The next, he was battling for his life against a strange creature he had now learned to be Akira Dezmon, the woman who had easily fared against Android Seventeen, Yajirobe, Piccolo, and himself with a strange ice staff. Now, he had woken up, dazed, outside a strange tent, and was being threatened by a strange green man, who he was told was named Brim, and now he was about to be controlled by another Namekian who seemed to know what he was doing.
"Look, I'm sure you've dealt with Brim before, but..." Daimaou started to say to Kami.
Piccolo grabbed the emerald educator by the shoulder, and nodded at him to stop. Then, he spoke to Yajirobe, "Look, just give him the map. All we need now is a fight, when we should be targeting Brim."
The other Piccolo and Yajirobe just sighed together and Yajirobe slowly handed Kami the map. Kami took it, and thanked Yajirobe and Piccolo. "You've made the right choice; I will do my best to make sure we all get through this." Piccolo Daimaou couldn't stay silent.
"If you don't mind, I would like to know something."
Kami looked at him, he seemed nice. "Ask away."
"What's this all about," Daimaou began saying slowly and carefully, "Why were we all captured and brought here?"
"Because that green man we saw before, Brim, is a horrible and sadistic person. He's doing this simply to make a show. A show that he thinks will hit big, by pitting strong warriors against each other. Apparently, it's in high demand now. Is that it?"
"For now." Piccolo Daimaou tried to say politely to his fellow Namekian. "Thank you."
"Not a problem." Kami said, the group instantly went back to their original groups.
Piccolo Daimaou dropped back, and stood beside Piccolo and Yajirobe. He was slightly angered by what Piccolo had done earlier, but it was rivaled by the fact that Piccolo had helped him so many times before.
"Piccolo, I have something to ask you to." Daimaou asked, staring at the almost clone looking Namekian. "Were you at the facility I was at, with Hexx."
Piccolo just paused, thinking. "Yeah, I was there."
"But why were you there? Why did it matter to you what happened in that facility? And who were you with, I saw someone else leaving with you." Daimaou returned.
Piccolo almost instantly returned, the words bursting out of his mouth, even though he didn't sound angry, "For one, I don't know why I was there, and that cancels out your second question."
"Okay, that's fine...but who was the other warrior you were with?"
"His name is King Cold." Piccolo replied. Funny, how such simple words could have dazzling effect on some people, and yet next to none on others.
"Okay...did he mention where he would be, anything about himself?" Piccolo Daimaou asked, wanting to extract as much information as possible from his Namekian partner.
His Namekian friend seemed to be filling with a bit more rage after every question. "No, except for one thing." He said, the Jade Namekian hanging off his every word. "He said that he had met someone named Gokua. Gokua being the one you?re always hanging around, I assume?"
These were the words that had the dazzling effect. "Yes, that's him. But..."
"Enough questions!" Piccolo yelled, the rage finally bursting out, almost like a volcano. "We've been captured, everyone else is fairly quiet, and all you can do is ask questions? Just shut the hell up!"
Piccolo Daimaou was humbled by this. "Sorry to take your time,? he replied very quietly. They were now silent, just walking quickly in a group. They stumbled forward for many minutes, and Daimaou started to realize he was clawing at his collar like a rodent. He was at this for a few seconds, before Piccolo realized what he was doing.
"Daimaou? What are you doing?" Piccolo yelled, ripping his arm away like a parent would stop a small child from scratching a cut. "I have a feeling that Brim, being a sadistic genius, would not want you to have his best leverage against you leave him. If the collar feels too much resistance, it may decide to go off."
"Thanks Piccolo, but you want to know something funny?" Daimaou said, chuckling very slightly. "I thought you didn't care at all about anything, and now your helping me." He was now laughing, and then Piccolo came out of nowhere. Daimaou was just a little slower then Piccolo's punch. He was clipped off the side of the head. He started to spin, but was caught by Yajirobe. Thanking him, he returned to being quiet. They again continued to walk in silence.
Walking for even more time, Piccolo Daimaou decided to check out the landscape. He had been in many different landscapes, going in a journey to recollect himself after the war with Kooriza. He saw rainforests, deserts, and marshes. But nothing was quite like this. The trees were all strange, and of a breed Piccolo Daimaou had not ever seen before. They seemed to be a mix of many trees, which Daimaou felt, was offending nature. Observing the wild life, they looked a lot like different creatures he had seen before, but some seemed like crossbreeds. There was a wolf in the distance, and he was confronted by an animal unknown to the green skinned alien. Thinking the wolf was down and out, he was horribly wrong. Just like a Cobra, a type of snake Piccolo had seen, flaps of skin came out from its head. With lightning fast speed that rivaled Daimaou's, he pounced on the unknown creature, and sank its hidden jaws deep into the unknown creatures hunched back. Withering violently, the strange creature fell, blood slowly coming from the wound. The wolf part seemed to take back over, and he started to eat the creature. Whoever did this, he was either a genius, or a sadistic, horrible creature, or Brim.
Quickly turning, Piccolo Daimaou looked away. They walked on, and the place started to come into view. Looking over his teammates, he could see different looks or expressions on each of them.
Yajirobe seemed worried, he was shaking very slightly. Daimaou could tell he was scared, and he started to admire him. It would take great courage to be scared and still do something. Examining his physical features, he looked strange. Pieces of clothing were torn, and the emerald educator thought to see a cut of bruise, but he was without one. He must have been healed in the strange containment chamber.
Piccolo also looked strange, not scared, but strange. He looked to be in deep thought, and seemed to be arguing with himself about something. Daimaou didn't even think to ask what, he didn't want to be punched unexpectantly twice today. He seemed hardened, as he had probably been in worse or similar dangerous situations, and he would be ready for another.
Android seventeen was something of a mystery to the Jade Namekian. Looking at him, he was sure he would be a robot of some kind, having Android in his name. The strangest thing was, he looked so human. It was a very strange idea, which someone could make or build a creation that acted human and functioned completely human. Piccolo Daimaou started to get another idea. What if he was a cyborg, a human mixed with machine? Piccolo stopped thinking of this, and moved on. The hybrid seemed to be a very quiet person, and acted strange at times. He was sure he would be killed by him, but for some reason, he just stopped and helped Piccolo. It mystified him, but he didn't ask him, being glad to be alive.
Piccolo broke the long silence. Turning to Daimaou, he said fairly quickly, "Look, I'm sorry for what I have done and said, I have just been fairly stressed by what?s been going on. So, sorry."
The emerald educator turned to him, "No problem, I can see how we'd all be stressed. Hey, one second."
They were about to hit the hospital, and Daimaou had a thought. Tapping Kami on the back, he broke whatever conversation he was having. Kami just looked at him expectantly, waiting for whatever was needed to be said. "Hey, Kami, would it be a smart idea if we got into groups, if both groups could take a look at the map?"
He considered it for a moment, then replied nicely, "Sure thing, let's divide up when we get into the abandoned hospital. Daimaou just smiled, and walked back into his group. They stopped at the front of the hospital, waiting expectantly for instruction from their new leader.
(Ooc: Hope I didn't mess with anyones Idea's, but I wanted to post for this.)
Piccolo Daimaou was incredibly irked and perturbed about this whole turn of events. One moment, he was training with his newest student, Yajirobe. The next, he was battling for his life against a strange creature he had now learned to be Akira Dezmon, the woman who had easily fared against Android Seventeen, Yajirobe, Piccolo, and himself with a strange ice staff. Now, he had woken up, dazed, outside a strange tent, and was being threatened by a strange green man, who he was told was named Brim, and now he was about to be controlled by another Namekian who seemed to know what he was doing.
"Look, I'm sure you've dealt with Brim before, but..." Daimaou started to say to Kami.
Piccolo grabbed the emerald educator by the shoulder, and nodded at him to stop. Then, he spoke to Yajirobe, "Look, just give him the map. All we need now is a fight, when we should be targeting Brim."
The other Piccolo and Yajirobe just sighed together and Yajirobe slowly handed Kami the map. Kami took it, and thanked Yajirobe and Piccolo. "You've made the right choice; I will do my best to make sure we all get through this." Piccolo Daimaou couldn't stay silent.
"If you don't mind, I would like to know something."
Kami looked at him, he seemed nice. "Ask away."
"What's this all about," Daimaou began saying slowly and carefully, "Why were we all captured and brought here?"
"Because that green man we saw before, Brim, is a horrible and sadistic person. He's doing this simply to make a show. A show that he thinks will hit big, by pitting strong warriors against each other. Apparently, it's in high demand now. Is that it?"
"For now." Piccolo Daimaou tried to say politely to his fellow Namekian. "Thank you."
"Not a problem." Kami said, the group instantly went back to their original groups.
Piccolo Daimaou dropped back, and stood beside Piccolo and Yajirobe. He was slightly angered by what Piccolo had done earlier, but it was rivaled by the fact that Piccolo had helped him so many times before.
"Piccolo, I have something to ask you to." Daimaou asked, staring at the almost clone looking Namekian. "Were you at the facility I was at, with Hexx."
Piccolo just paused, thinking. "Yeah, I was there."
"But why were you there? Why did it matter to you what happened in that facility? And who were you with, I saw someone else leaving with you." Daimaou returned.
Piccolo almost instantly returned, the words bursting out of his mouth, even though he didn't sound angry, "For one, I don't know why I was there, and that cancels out your second question."
"Okay, that's fine...but who was the other warrior you were with?"
"His name is King Cold." Piccolo replied. Funny, how such simple words could have dazzling effect on some people, and yet next to none on others.
"Okay...did he mention where he would be, anything about himself?" Piccolo Daimaou asked, wanting to extract as much information as possible from his Namekian partner.
His Namekian friend seemed to be filling with a bit more rage after every question. "No, except for one thing." He said, the Jade Namekian hanging off his every word. "He said that he had met someone named Gokua. Gokua being the one you?re always hanging around, I assume?"
These were the words that had the dazzling effect. "Yes, that's him. But..."
"Enough questions!" Piccolo yelled, the rage finally bursting out, almost like a volcano. "We've been captured, everyone else is fairly quiet, and all you can do is ask questions? Just shut the hell up!"
Piccolo Daimaou was humbled by this. "Sorry to take your time,? he replied very quietly. They were now silent, just walking quickly in a group. They stumbled forward for many minutes, and Daimaou started to realize he was clawing at his collar like a rodent. He was at this for a few seconds, before Piccolo realized what he was doing.
"Daimaou? What are you doing?" Piccolo yelled, ripping his arm away like a parent would stop a small child from scratching a cut. "I have a feeling that Brim, being a sadistic genius, would not want you to have his best leverage against you leave him. If the collar feels too much resistance, it may decide to go off."
"Thanks Piccolo, but you want to know something funny?" Daimaou said, chuckling very slightly. "I thought you didn't care at all about anything, and now your helping me." He was now laughing, and then Piccolo came out of nowhere. Daimaou was just a little slower then Piccolo's punch. He was clipped off the side of the head. He started to spin, but was caught by Yajirobe. Thanking him, he returned to being quiet. They again continued to walk in silence.
Walking for even more time, Piccolo Daimaou decided to check out the landscape. He had been in many different landscapes, going in a journey to recollect himself after the war with Kooriza. He saw rainforests, deserts, and marshes. But nothing was quite like this. The trees were all strange, and of a breed Piccolo Daimaou had not ever seen before. They seemed to be a mix of many trees, which Daimaou felt, was offending nature. Observing the wild life, they looked a lot like different creatures he had seen before, but some seemed like crossbreeds. There was a wolf in the distance, and he was confronted by an animal unknown to the green skinned alien. Thinking the wolf was down and out, he was horribly wrong. Just like a Cobra, a type of snake Piccolo had seen, flaps of skin came out from its head. With lightning fast speed that rivaled Daimaou's, he pounced on the unknown creature, and sank its hidden jaws deep into the unknown creatures hunched back. Withering violently, the strange creature fell, blood slowly coming from the wound. The wolf part seemed to take back over, and he started to eat the creature. Whoever did this, he was either a genius, or a sadistic, horrible creature, or Brim.
Quickly turning, Piccolo Daimaou looked away. They walked on, and the place started to come into view. Looking over his teammates, he could see different looks or expressions on each of them.
Yajirobe seemed worried, he was shaking very slightly. Daimaou could tell he was scared, and he started to admire him. It would take great courage to be scared and still do something. Examining his physical features, he looked strange. Pieces of clothing were torn, and the emerald educator thought to see a cut of bruise, but he was without one. He must have been healed in the strange containment chamber.
Piccolo also looked strange, not scared, but strange. He looked to be in deep thought, and seemed to be arguing with himself about something. Daimaou didn't even think to ask what, he didn't want to be punched unexpectantly twice today. He seemed hardened, as he had probably been in worse or similar dangerous situations, and he would be ready for another.
Android seventeen was something of a mystery to the Jade Namekian. Looking at him, he was sure he would be a robot of some kind, having Android in his name. The strangest thing was, he looked so human. It was a very strange idea, which someone could make or build a creation that acted human and functioned completely human. Piccolo Daimaou started to get another idea. What if he was a cyborg, a human mixed with machine? Piccolo stopped thinking of this, and moved on. The hybrid seemed to be a very quiet person, and acted strange at times. He was sure he would be killed by him, but for some reason, he just stopped and helped Piccolo. It mystified him, but he didn't ask him, being glad to be alive.
Piccolo broke the long silence. Turning to Daimaou, he said fairly quickly, "Look, I'm sorry for what I have done and said, I have just been fairly stressed by what?s been going on. So, sorry."
The emerald educator turned to him, "No problem, I can see how we'd all be stressed. Hey, one second."
They were about to hit the hospital, and Daimaou had a thought. Tapping Kami on the back, he broke whatever conversation he was having. Kami just looked at him expectantly, waiting for whatever was needed to be said. "Hey, Kami, would it be a smart idea if we got into groups, if both groups could take a look at the map?"
He considered it for a moment, then replied nicely, "Sure thing, let's divide up when we get into the abandoned hospital. Daimaou just smiled, and walked back into his group. They stopped at the front of the hospital, waiting expectantly for instruction from their new leader.
(Ooc: Hope I didn't mess with anyones Idea's, but I wanted to post for this.)