10-21-2005, 02:37 AM
Last time on Friend or Foe II...
Piccolo shook off the thought of such irony. An army of demons, asteroids, and a new being. All in all, it sounded like the Bio-Androids he had left on Earth. It was now time for Piccolo to leave this group of fighters, time for him to return to what he knew best, time to find the his lost partner.
Pressing a button on his cloaking device, Piccolo?s ki dropped instantly, vanishing from everyone?s mind. Quickly summoning his shapechanging technique, the Namekian transformed hastily into a cat and ran un-noticed from the room. Once outside of the room, the Namekian quickly regained his normal form and opened a nearby window. Leaping out of the window, Piccolo took to the air, flying into the distance, alone, in search of his android collaborator and together, they would survive the game.
?Subdue the darkness,? the words were almost a whisper, but Seventeen could fully understand them all as they echoed for what seemed to be an eternity within his head. Shaking the specter?s hollow threats from his mind once again, the android sensed a ki signature moving nearby. The machine-hybrid rocketed toward the nearly immobile source of energy. Android Seventeen, speeding as quickly as he could, saw the cloaked figure calmly flying into the horizon. Recognizing the namekian, the cybernetic warrior shouted ahead and rejoiced when the namekian finally turned around. Catching up to Piccolo, the two warriors nodded to one another and were off once again?flying to whatever tribulations lay ahead of them.
Back to the show...
The constant strain of what was happen kept sharp on the Namekian?s mind, bring him closer and closer to the end of his tolerance. He was being worn thin. Each and every minute was straining his mind and body more and more. The urge to unleash his power and display the awesome surge of energy that was his Super Namekian technique was forcing the Namekian to concentrate more on his energy than the tasks in hand, not a good stress for the already brittle mind of the jade warrior.
Meanwhile, his Android counterpart wasn?t bearing any better. Thoughts of anger dwelling in the back of the mechanical beings mind was bring him closer to his breaking point. Not much would make the Android snap.
Flying towards absolution and nothing else, the duo realized suddenly that they were not as alone as they thought. A small ki signature was following behind them. Motioning for the Android to land, both fighters found a rocky mound and landed within it?s shadows, staring into the sky, waiting for the followers identity to become revealed.
Piccolo glanced around the wasteland, taking in the scenery for just a moment and soon he found himself in deep thought about their new location. Suddenly, the thought of the book shot back into his memory, a poem from the book, one that reminded him of this place.
I remember the rain.
I do not remember the fire, or the darkness,
The crashing inferno that burned the skies,
The star-light, star-bright, first and last star,
Tonight or any night.
But I remember the rain.
I remember the rain.
The silver droplets that quenched the parched land,
Slaking, snaking through the cracked earth,
Glistening gifts from a penitent heaven,
Recompense for our suffering.
We suffered for so long.
I remember the rain.
We dashed out into it, from shadow to shadow,
Concrete sky to iron-dark clouds,
Weeping with joy, our teardrops mingling,
Earth?s and mine.
We wept different tears, later.
I remember the rain.
The fire-brand burning, hot-fat sizzle,
And acid bite of the bitter droplets.
Tiny crystals, filled with flame, they were,
Searing our flesh.
I still have the scars.
?Ashes to ashes,
Dust to dust,
If the nukes don?t get you,
The fallout must.?
So run the words of the children's chanting,
Blood-soiled, bitter, terrible irony,
Lost forever, buried, forgotten,
Along with the mock-battles, toy-soldier conflicts,
The children raising their plastic dead;
They learned the truth too young, I fear.
Joyful, light-hearted, they sing in the sunlight,
Never to know the creeping blackness,
The rust-red, blood-red, sun-choking shadow,
Or the dust that swirls and seeps in the silence,
Around the edges of the forever-night;
I still have the marks from the gas mask.
I still have the marks where the gas mask chafed me,
Scars like the black-jagged, knife-edged fragments,
That scatter the land like shards of shrapnel,
Splinters buried in the flesh of the world,
Shattered monuments to long-lost glory;
What use is glory now?
What use to us is that bellicose grandeur,
Who scrape and toil in the ashes of cities?
What use to us those metal gravestones,
Their finery burned away, stripped, defenseless,
Like memories of the forgotten dead?
We are the forgotten living.
The poem was haunting the Namekian?s head, another stress he wasn?t ready for, but it was quickly dropped as the follower was soon upon them, Piccolo Diamoun. No doubt he must have seen Android 17 giving chase to the Namekian, it was the only way. Now, glancing towards Android 17, Piccolo soon found that his partner had disappeared. Looking back to the sky, the Namekian watched as his Android partner nailed the other Namekian with a hard kick to the back, sending him to the ground. Launching himself from his hiding spot, Piccolo found himself stopping instantly as the Android and fellow Namekian were soon engaged in an all out hand to hand combat. Which side should he choose? His RoSaT partner, or his Namekian brother? The answer was quickly revealed, but not the way he had wanted.
The urge to release his energy was finally upon them. He could no longer suppress the awesome powers that was his Super Namekian technique. It was now that he would use it, whether it would completely drive him mad or not. The energy just began to pour from his body, sending his ki sky rocketing. His technique would continually allow his ki to rise until his max, but he was ready to attack and that?s what the Namekian did, attack.
OOC: Post number 1!
Piccolo shook off the thought of such irony. An army of demons, asteroids, and a new being. All in all, it sounded like the Bio-Androids he had left on Earth. It was now time for Piccolo to leave this group of fighters, time for him to return to what he knew best, time to find the his lost partner.
Pressing a button on his cloaking device, Piccolo?s ki dropped instantly, vanishing from everyone?s mind. Quickly summoning his shapechanging technique, the Namekian transformed hastily into a cat and ran un-noticed from the room. Once outside of the room, the Namekian quickly regained his normal form and opened a nearby window. Leaping out of the window, Piccolo took to the air, flying into the distance, alone, in search of his android collaborator and together, they would survive the game.
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?Subdue the darkness,? the words were almost a whisper, but Seventeen could fully understand them all as they echoed for what seemed to be an eternity within his head. Shaking the specter?s hollow threats from his mind once again, the android sensed a ki signature moving nearby. The machine-hybrid rocketed toward the nearly immobile source of energy. Android Seventeen, speeding as quickly as he could, saw the cloaked figure calmly flying into the horizon. Recognizing the namekian, the cybernetic warrior shouted ahead and rejoiced when the namekian finally turned around. Catching up to Piccolo, the two warriors nodded to one another and were off once again?flying to whatever tribulations lay ahead of them.
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Back to the show...
The constant strain of what was happen kept sharp on the Namekian?s mind, bring him closer and closer to the end of his tolerance. He was being worn thin. Each and every minute was straining his mind and body more and more. The urge to unleash his power and display the awesome surge of energy that was his Super Namekian technique was forcing the Namekian to concentrate more on his energy than the tasks in hand, not a good stress for the already brittle mind of the jade warrior.
Meanwhile, his Android counterpart wasn?t bearing any better. Thoughts of anger dwelling in the back of the mechanical beings mind was bring him closer to his breaking point. Not much would make the Android snap.
Flying towards absolution and nothing else, the duo realized suddenly that they were not as alone as they thought. A small ki signature was following behind them. Motioning for the Android to land, both fighters found a rocky mound and landed within it?s shadows, staring into the sky, waiting for the followers identity to become revealed.
Piccolo glanced around the wasteland, taking in the scenery for just a moment and soon he found himself in deep thought about their new location. Suddenly, the thought of the book shot back into his memory, a poem from the book, one that reminded him of this place.
I remember the rain.
I do not remember the fire, or the darkness,
The crashing inferno that burned the skies,
The star-light, star-bright, first and last star,
Tonight or any night.
But I remember the rain.
I remember the rain.
The silver droplets that quenched the parched land,
Slaking, snaking through the cracked earth,
Glistening gifts from a penitent heaven,
Recompense for our suffering.
We suffered for so long.
I remember the rain.
We dashed out into it, from shadow to shadow,
Concrete sky to iron-dark clouds,
Weeping with joy, our teardrops mingling,
Earth?s and mine.
We wept different tears, later.
I remember the rain.
The fire-brand burning, hot-fat sizzle,
And acid bite of the bitter droplets.
Tiny crystals, filled with flame, they were,
Searing our flesh.
I still have the scars.
?Ashes to ashes,
Dust to dust,
If the nukes don?t get you,
The fallout must.?
So run the words of the children's chanting,
Blood-soiled, bitter, terrible irony,
Lost forever, buried, forgotten,
Along with the mock-battles, toy-soldier conflicts,
The children raising their plastic dead;
They learned the truth too young, I fear.
Joyful, light-hearted, they sing in the sunlight,
Never to know the creeping blackness,
The rust-red, blood-red, sun-choking shadow,
Or the dust that swirls and seeps in the silence,
Around the edges of the forever-night;
I still have the marks from the gas mask.
I still have the marks where the gas mask chafed me,
Scars like the black-jagged, knife-edged fragments,
That scatter the land like shards of shrapnel,
Splinters buried in the flesh of the world,
Shattered monuments to long-lost glory;
What use is glory now?
What use to us is that bellicose grandeur,
Who scrape and toil in the ashes of cities?
What use to us those metal gravestones,
Their finery burned away, stripped, defenseless,
Like memories of the forgotten dead?
We are the forgotten living.
The poem was haunting the Namekian?s head, another stress he wasn?t ready for, but it was quickly dropped as the follower was soon upon them, Piccolo Diamoun. No doubt he must have seen Android 17 giving chase to the Namekian, it was the only way. Now, glancing towards Android 17, Piccolo soon found that his partner had disappeared. Looking back to the sky, the Namekian watched as his Android partner nailed the other Namekian with a hard kick to the back, sending him to the ground. Launching himself from his hiding spot, Piccolo found himself stopping instantly as the Android and fellow Namekian were soon engaged in an all out hand to hand combat. Which side should he choose? His RoSaT partner, or his Namekian brother? The answer was quickly revealed, but not the way he had wanted.
The urge to release his energy was finally upon them. He could no longer suppress the awesome powers that was his Super Namekian technique. It was now that he would use it, whether it would completely drive him mad or not. The energy just began to pour from his body, sending his ki sky rocketing. His technique would continually allow his ki to rise until his max, but he was ready to attack and that?s what the Namekian did, attack.
OOC: Post number 1!