11-04-2005, 04:16 AM
One second he was alongside Piccolo, following Eightzu, but in the blink of an eye, it was all gone. The wastelands had been replaced by a dank, abysmal dungeon. Android Seventeen tried to rationalize the current situation, but nothing came to the stressed machine-hybrid. Sliding helplessly into the corner, the android noticed that there were others in the prison cell, but they held no importance to Seventeen. Each of them represented one of the surviving contenders in Friend or Foe. The android noticed a few of the survivors?he had recalled them from the entire CIA incident. The hybrid Goten stood out among most of the other competitors. Android Seventeen would have walked over and greeted the half-saiyan had it not been that this entire situation was growing old.
Seventeen tapped his metal fingers on the stone floor and listened to the blood from his leg wound drip down. The large droplets splattered against the stone floor, creating soft, melodious noises. The importance of the current situation was lost among the android?s vacant thoughts. Each sound was amplified as he sat in the corner of the wall, snickering under his breathe. Cruel taunts suddenly invaded the android?s ears?coming from everywhere. Android Seventeen tried to pin-point the scorning on one of the other contenders, but it wasn?t coming from any of them. The cybernetic warrior?s head dropped onto his shoulder, staring half-awake at the bars. Behind the shimmering, white bars, a sole namekian was glaring inward at the machine-hybrid.
?Piccolo?? the tired android croaked, but this namekian was far too aged and ghostly to be any living namekian. There was only one green alien that came to mind?Piccolo Daimaou. Android Seventeen shuddered as the figure?s hateful eyes continued to pierce deep into his mind. The dead namekian stepped forward, his translucent figure passing directly through the laser bars. Seventeen shivered as Daimaou glided over the floor towards him, but it was the namekian?s emotionless gaze that was really frightening him.
?You are dead?? Android Seventeen stuttered, his voice shaky with both fear and cold. The elder namekian?s ghost refrained finally broke his eerie silence.
?Of course I am, you killed my you cold-blooded murder!? The words grew louder as the specter continued, ?I had to go to Hell because of an error in the system! Do you even know what Hell is! That?s where monsters like you go when you die?you burn and suffer forever in lakes of lava!?
?I?m not a?? Seventeen tried to say, but his strained voice was cut off by the loud cry of the ghost.
?Murderer!? the namekian ghost screamed in the machine-hybrid?s face. Android Seventeen closed his eyes to escape from the phantom?s shrieks, but he could still feel the cold eyes, mocking and terrorizing him. When the sensation finally subsided, the cybernetic warrior opened his weary eyes to see the namekian?s ghost had left him or had it even been there to begin with? The android had encountered both fictional and real ghosts before. Was this another warning from above, or another by-product off Seventeen?s eroding sanity? Each and every on of these little encounters raped the android off his grip on reality. Even now, a few of the other fighters were staring at him, wondering what the hell had gotten into the man clumped in the corner.
Friend or Foe II was unlike anything the machine-hybrid had ever had to endure. Even the battle with the changelings so long ago had left only a temporary scar on the android?s body and mind. It had taken a few months, but with Android Seven and Paige?s help, Seventeen emerged restored from those transgressions. Now, however, Brim?s little TV show was worse then any war. The cybernetic warrior would have rather faced a thousand changelings then be drafted into Friend or Foe. Brim?s mad quest for ratings had subconsciously driven the android to kill a fellow fighter. Piccolo Daimaou was one of the warriors that were going to help Seventeen, Piccolo, and Leo fight off Byrk and Vapor. Speaking of Vapor, the machine-hybrid smiled faintly when he remembered his pledge to murder that incarnation of evil. Now that Seventeen had killed Daimaou, would Leo even want to align himself with the android? Would anyone? Even Paige, the woman that Seventeen had grown attached too over the last few weeks and during his training in the Room of Sprit and Time had condemned the android.
Seventeen wiped his blood off his torn pant leg and sighed, so much for blood being so important. The machine-hybrid had lost so much of it he should no doubt be dead by now. Even losing half his arm to one of the god?s avatars failed to slow down Android Seventeen physically; however, all the recent events had succeeded in nearly destroying the cybernetic warrior mentally. His will to continue the combat of life was gone, and the only escape the android knew was the ease of death. Seventeen reached his organic hand up to the metal collar around his next. The steel was freezing cold, but nonetheless, it was the android?s final escape. By removing the circlet from his neck, Brim would be forced to kill him, thus ending the machine-hybrid?s life. Such morbid thoughts would have normally been discarded, but now Seventeen felt his fingers closing around the single clasp on the collar. His numb fingers went to pop the clip, but something stopped him before he could continue his plan.
Android Seventeen picked his head of his shoulder and turned it to see Piccolo looking down on him. One of the namekian?s green hands was clasped around the android?s wrist, preventing him from continuing his plan. Piccolo just shook his head in detest of his partner?s scheme. The namekian was worried for the mental state of his partner, but Seventeen was far from pity?especially from the single soul for which he understood the most. The machine-hybrid just lowered his hand to his lap and created a small ki saber. The duo was beyond words now, they could tell by each other?s mannerisms what was going on. Swiping the blade across his right forearm did create new wounds and more points for blood to escape, but the fresh wounds allowed for some of the stress and anxiety building up in the android to escape. It wasn?t a healthy habit for the android to pick up, but the last thing Seventeen cared about right now was his body. Dying mentally was a far worse feeling to suffer.
OOC: I didn't know if we were in some super high-tech prison or not, but I thought it'd be cool to make it kind of dungeon-like. The post pretty much sums up the effect of FoF2 on my character...
Seventeen tapped his metal fingers on the stone floor and listened to the blood from his leg wound drip down. The large droplets splattered against the stone floor, creating soft, melodious noises. The importance of the current situation was lost among the android?s vacant thoughts. Each sound was amplified as he sat in the corner of the wall, snickering under his breathe. Cruel taunts suddenly invaded the android?s ears?coming from everywhere. Android Seventeen tried to pin-point the scorning on one of the other contenders, but it wasn?t coming from any of them. The cybernetic warrior?s head dropped onto his shoulder, staring half-awake at the bars. Behind the shimmering, white bars, a sole namekian was glaring inward at the machine-hybrid.
?Piccolo?? the tired android croaked, but this namekian was far too aged and ghostly to be any living namekian. There was only one green alien that came to mind?Piccolo Daimaou. Android Seventeen shuddered as the figure?s hateful eyes continued to pierce deep into his mind. The dead namekian stepped forward, his translucent figure passing directly through the laser bars. Seventeen shivered as Daimaou glided over the floor towards him, but it was the namekian?s emotionless gaze that was really frightening him.
?You are dead?? Android Seventeen stuttered, his voice shaky with both fear and cold. The elder namekian?s ghost refrained finally broke his eerie silence.
?Of course I am, you killed my you cold-blooded murder!? The words grew louder as the specter continued, ?I had to go to Hell because of an error in the system! Do you even know what Hell is! That?s where monsters like you go when you die?you burn and suffer forever in lakes of lava!?
?I?m not a?? Seventeen tried to say, but his strained voice was cut off by the loud cry of the ghost.
?Murderer!? the namekian ghost screamed in the machine-hybrid?s face. Android Seventeen closed his eyes to escape from the phantom?s shrieks, but he could still feel the cold eyes, mocking and terrorizing him. When the sensation finally subsided, the cybernetic warrior opened his weary eyes to see the namekian?s ghost had left him or had it even been there to begin with? The android had encountered both fictional and real ghosts before. Was this another warning from above, or another by-product off Seventeen?s eroding sanity? Each and every on of these little encounters raped the android off his grip on reality. Even now, a few of the other fighters were staring at him, wondering what the hell had gotten into the man clumped in the corner.
Friend or Foe II was unlike anything the machine-hybrid had ever had to endure. Even the battle with the changelings so long ago had left only a temporary scar on the android?s body and mind. It had taken a few months, but with Android Seven and Paige?s help, Seventeen emerged restored from those transgressions. Now, however, Brim?s little TV show was worse then any war. The cybernetic warrior would have rather faced a thousand changelings then be drafted into Friend or Foe. Brim?s mad quest for ratings had subconsciously driven the android to kill a fellow fighter. Piccolo Daimaou was one of the warriors that were going to help Seventeen, Piccolo, and Leo fight off Byrk and Vapor. Speaking of Vapor, the machine-hybrid smiled faintly when he remembered his pledge to murder that incarnation of evil. Now that Seventeen had killed Daimaou, would Leo even want to align himself with the android? Would anyone? Even Paige, the woman that Seventeen had grown attached too over the last few weeks and during his training in the Room of Sprit and Time had condemned the android.
Seventeen wiped his blood off his torn pant leg and sighed, so much for blood being so important. The machine-hybrid had lost so much of it he should no doubt be dead by now. Even losing half his arm to one of the god?s avatars failed to slow down Android Seventeen physically; however, all the recent events had succeeded in nearly destroying the cybernetic warrior mentally. His will to continue the combat of life was gone, and the only escape the android knew was the ease of death. Seventeen reached his organic hand up to the metal collar around his next. The steel was freezing cold, but nonetheless, it was the android?s final escape. By removing the circlet from his neck, Brim would be forced to kill him, thus ending the machine-hybrid?s life. Such morbid thoughts would have normally been discarded, but now Seventeen felt his fingers closing around the single clasp on the collar. His numb fingers went to pop the clip, but something stopped him before he could continue his plan.
Android Seventeen picked his head of his shoulder and turned it to see Piccolo looking down on him. One of the namekian?s green hands was clasped around the android?s wrist, preventing him from continuing his plan. Piccolo just shook his head in detest of his partner?s scheme. The namekian was worried for the mental state of his partner, but Seventeen was far from pity?especially from the single soul for which he understood the most. The machine-hybrid just lowered his hand to his lap and created a small ki saber. The duo was beyond words now, they could tell by each other?s mannerisms what was going on. Swiping the blade across his right forearm did create new wounds and more points for blood to escape, but the fresh wounds allowed for some of the stress and anxiety building up in the android to escape. It wasn?t a healthy habit for the android to pick up, but the last thing Seventeen cared about right now was his body. Dying mentally was a far worse feeling to suffer.
OOC: I didn't know if we were in some super high-tech prison or not, but I thought it'd be cool to make it kind of dungeon-like. The post pretty much sums up the effect of FoF2 on my character...
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