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Elimination Exit - Burter Jr - 05-26-2006
When eliminated, players are brought back to the original meeting grounds and permitted to leave. Do not rp elsewhere until you've roleplayed your character arriving after elimination and leaving.
This is to put some closure on your character and let them reflect
Elimination Exit - Old Captain Silver - 05-26-2006
TARNOC! Jyuken?s scream resonated inside Silver's mind.
Outside, the orange haired warrior lay on the cold hard floor of the meeting grounds for Dante's Abyss. He just lay there, breathing heavily, both eyes closed tightly.
Back inside the human's mind, Tarnoc and Jyuken were starting to go for each others throats. Tarnoc had failed in taking full control over Silver's actions and it was mainly because of Jyuken?s interference. You see, the ninja did not just disappear for any reason. He had really gone deeper into his carrier's mind to find the true intent of the Barbarian.
I see your narrow-mindedness has finally figured it out, Tarnoc spat. You?re nothing but an insolent fool.
The barbarian leapt into the air, completing a full 360 spin in the process and sending a fist into the place where Jyuken had just been. Lucky for Silver, the surroundings had changed to building scenery, otherwise his mind would have been severely altered.
This game was the perfect time for me to make my move. Tarnoc spoke again. And if Silver's dumb ass alliance hadn't interfered, I could have succeeded!
Then I guess I should thank them, Jyuken replied, a smile crossing his face. Them attacking Silver was the final act that I needed to see to confirm what was going on.
Then ninja said no more as he ran towards Tarnoc, his right hand outstretched. There was a smacking sound as the open palm of Jyuken grabbed a hold of the Barbarian?s face. Jyuken proceeded to squeeze the evil soul's face until a type of white smoke started to billow forth from the eye sockets.
You will both fall to the Organization! Tarnoc screamed as his soul was banished from the orange haired man's mind.
Outside, Silver started to get up off of the ground. Even though he was unconscious, he knew all that went on inside his mind. His goal was to know find the man know as Panbuukin and apologize for his actions during the game. The human walked towards a woman who was waving at him. Upon reaching the female, Silver stopped.
"What planet sir?" she asked the man.
"Earth," he said, stepping into a tube. He felt nothing but sorrow when leaving the game.
This won't happen again, he assured himself.
OOC: Silver will now be on Earth again.
Elimination Exit - Dave - 05-26-2006
Just like that Piccolo was out of the Dante?s Abyss Tournament. His death was quick and his own father Piccolo Daimoun delivered it. Piccolo laid on the ground starting at the early morning sky, then his vision blurred out and he was gone from the islands grounds.
Back at the DNA Lab employees worked to get the DNA of fighters that have fallen in the tournament.
?Oh! Number 41, Piccolo has just been killed, got to get his DNA?got to get his DNA and bring him back to life so he can leave the planet of Dante!? said one of the DNA employers as he rushed around gathering multiple vials of DNA. Once he got them he walked up to the revival machine and poured them into a tube that lead to the huge machine. He clicked on a switch that turned the large machine. It started shaking like an old washing machine, after a couple of minutes it stopped. The employee flipped another switch, it trigged an air lock, and this opened the main door. As it opened steam escaped out of it and drifted around the room before disappearing.
Then stepped out the Namek know as Piccolo. He took a deep breath and slammed the door behind him shut. He looked around and locked eyes with the employee. The employee smiled, he didn?t know what he was in for.
?Hey! Piccolo! Welcome back, you may now leave the planet, just exit through those doors, and a ship will take you back to your designated planet.? the employee said has he continued to smile.
?Death awaits.? that?s all Piccolo said, in a sudden blur he had the employee by his neck and was holding him up high. ?Hmph!? as quickly as he said that he crushed the employers? esophagus with his hand and threw his body at the wall. Piccolo was pissed that he died so early in Dante?s Abyss, and to the fact that his own father killed him fueled his rage more. The jade warrior walked out the room and into the main lobby. He walked up to the counter that he signed up at.
?I?m very sorry that you-? she was interrupted by the Namek.
?Arlia.? is all Piccolo said as he walked to the shuttle room. The clerk gave him an odd look as he entered the room. He sat down in the pod and put his head back on the seat and closed his eyes. Thoughts ran through his mind, thoughts of his stays at Dante and thoughts of his homeland. Suddenly his eyes shot open and he rammed his fist into the metal of the ship, when he removed his fist there was an indent of it implanted in the metal. The mid-aged Namek closed his eyes and went to sleep, he was going to sleep until he was once again on Arlia.
((EDIT: I'm going to Arlia, if it wasnt clear.))
Elimination Exit - Kirano - 05-28-2006
Bulma?s last memories were of her skull being painfully shattered by the ninja. The female opened her eyes, staring up at the white ceiling. She raised her arms in the air, as she began observing them. ?Bulma, we used your DNA to resurrect you, like we promised!? She sat up, looking at a man she had never seen before, who wore a white lab coat, along with white pants. ?Now that you are all good and new, I?ll have you escorted back to the meeting grounds!? Without saying a word Burma got up from the bed and made her way to the door. She didn?t seem to be concerned with what he had to say. She was too pissed off to respond. The only person she blamed for her death was herself. If only she had listened to her heart and stayed away from the tournament.
Damn it, damn it!
?Burma Briefs the door. Are you going to open the door..?? The doctor jerked backwards, from the look she had in her eyes. Her eyes had changed colour. She had blood in her eyes. She was fuelled with nothing but rage. He slowly began backing away. The woman closed her eyes as tears began to flow down her cheeks. ?Uh?e...h? She seemed to be struggling to keep her composure. Burma was going through an emotional battle, trying the best to keep herself composed.
Why do I feel pain? Why am I so angry? What?s happening to me! Someone take this pain away! Somebody? Anybody?..? Vegeta?Trunks?Bra?.I?ve let hem all down. I?ve wasted two years of my life trying to turn myself into a warrior, for what! To get wiped out of the tournament like a worthless piece of trash!
Bulma collapsed onto her knees, staring down at the white floor as beads of sweat became visible on her face.
?My family?my friends?I?I let them all?down! Vegeta?where were you? You all let me die! Why? Why? Why?.??
?DAAAAAAAAAAAAMMMMMN YOOOOOOOOUUUU!? she roared out loud. She got up from the ground and began staring at the ceiling with her hands clenched. ?WHY DID I HAVE TO DIIIIIIE? AAAARRRRRRRGGHHH! Her energy within was released in a rage! Amongst failing to survive, she had failed to keep her emotions in check. Her energy caused everything in the room to circulate in the room anticlockwise. The bed spun in the air as it crashed into the head off the doctor. ?Help!? cried out a tiny voice. The voice caused the woman to slightly calm her anger. Everything with was levitating in the air suddenly crashed down to the ground. The computer shattered into pieces as it hit the marbled surface. ?Help me?please!? Blood trickled down the man?s forehead. The frame of his blue glasses had been shattered into two. His left lens had been shattered. Bulma knelt down before him with her hand out. He grabbed a hold of her hand, as she helped pull him off the ground. He fell forward, resting himself on her shoulder. Blood from his face trickled down, staining the female?s clothes. He stood slanted, body, motionless on her shoulder. ?You are a good person Bulma; please for your own sake don?t let your anger get the best of you. You?re much smarter than that! Please Bulma, think of your children!?
?Don?t you dear mention my children ever again! Listen, if I?m so smart, then why am I here now? Why am I still not in the tournament? ANSWER ME NOW!? He used his hand to grasp her shoulder in desperation. ?You are a great sci?entist! You are a genius! An average fighter, but you?ll only get stronger. You?ve proved that alrea?dy!?
?You failed to answer my question? she said with her head down to the ground. She looked up, into his eyes. ?You failed to answer my question. Another tear from her right eye rolled down to her cheeks. SCREW DANTE, SCREW YOU!? She grabbed hold of his neck, as she slowly began to choke the life out of him. ?You say you don?t know how death feels like, well I will show you!? She squeezed his neck once more, and began laughing as he began throwing his arms about. ?Does it hurt? I will make sure you feel the pain, just as I did. I will make you feel exactly how I am feeling right now. Death has ripped me apart. You cannot even imagine the amount of emotional pain that I am feeling right now. My heart feels like it has been shattered into tiny peaces. Oh look at me; I?m choking you to death! I can?t stop! I?m actually enjoying this. DIE!? she roared as she continued squeezing his neck until she heard a pop. Blood from his neck splashed all over her body and face. She released her hold, and watched as the dead body fell to the ground. Blood continued to flow from his neck, causing a pool of blood. She held out her palm and stared at blood which dripped off her hand. She used her hand to wipe the blood from her hand onto her face. She began massaging the blood onto her face.
?You?you?ve lost it! You?ve snapped!? said another man softly, as he froze at the door. His hand which clutched the door handle began to shake, as Bulma made her way towards him. She placed a finger on his chest. ?Tell me; is it fair that my life was taken from me? IS IT FAAAAIIIIRRR??
?Please Bulma, you have a good heart! This is not like you! Mrs briefs!?
?Oh but this is me. It?s me all in the flesh! I just killed someone, and for some reason, it felt good. How could I have a good heart? Look at my hand, look at my face. My body is stained with his blood. I am a murderer!? Bulma fell to her knees, grabbing a hold of his staff uniform. ?I just wanted him to know how death feels like! I just?eerrghhh? My head, I can?t control myself. She began tugging his jumper until she tore it. Yaaahhhhh? she screamed as she rose to her feet. She placed her right hand on his chest, and let a ki blast rip right through his heart. She let out a low laugh as she watched the blood splat out of his body. The blood covered the corridor walls. Giggling, she made her way out of the building. Her bloody left palm pressed against the wall, as she continued trekking, till she made her way out of the building. Bulma was back where she had begun. She was back at Dante?s checking station. ?What the...hell happened to you?? yelled out a Dante official.
?Earth?!?
?Very well?? said the man, still looking surprised. Bulma stopped before she entered the tele-tube. ?Oh about the blood, it was cold blooded murders. Two innocent victims! You know I was innocent too. Before today, I had never ever taken a life away from someone, now I?ve taken away two! You see I just had to make things fair! I died, so why let people experience my pain. It?s okay though, I?m not hurt no more. I?m fine.? She giggled. ?I?m fine! She was obviously delusional! She believed she was fine, but that wasn?t the case. She held put her right palm and aimed it at his face. She grinned at him, as a yellow beam was formed. She released the beam, exploding into the man?s head. A headless body fell flat on the ground. She let out low laughter, as she stepped into her tube, back to planet earth.
Elimination Exit - Toshiro - 05-28-2006
His eyes burst open. Sweat poured from his forehead as his eyes shone with a distinct darkness to them. His mouth wide, air slowly became a problem as he tried to grasp what he had seen before him. His whole body vibrated. The darkness inside of his mind was dominating. And all he could manage to do, forgetting the need to breath, was scream.
"BUUUUUUUUUUU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" The hybrid launched him self from the ground and threw a fist as hard as he could possibly muster in to a solid wall. The force dented it, his fist clenching profursely as the nails dared to tear in to the flesh and start a small trickle of blood.
"Sir, please.. You must leave the room." A guard had entered and edged slowly towards Gohan. But all he got back was a deep, threatening snarl. His eyes darted towards the guard, and almost instantly, his body leapt in to action.
He threw hi mself on to the unprepaired guard, grabbing him by the thoart and slamming him agasint the ground with a recoil affect. His hand tightened around the mans jugular, forcing the blood to stop pulsing in to his brain. He could hear it, and feel it. His eyes peirced in to the man's, and his face paled instead of going a deep red as per normal.
"BRING HER BACK!" The warrior snapped at him, vile building in his mouth as he spat out the words, splattering the liquid on to the mans face.
"I.. I... I can't.." He tried to get the words out as loud as he could, but he could barely manage anything above a groan of words. The warrior snarled loudly as he caught the bare just of the mans meanings and snapped his neck. The feeling of it, the bone just caving under his grasp was thrilling, his mind sparked for more death. Revenge.
He stood, snarling deeply with each breath he took as he made his way forward. Shoving his way though guards that rushed to their college and friend, and doctors that wanted to check him over. All he made out was a simple metallica thud as the color he wore fell to the ground.
"Where to sir?" A small woman, looking almost exactly like Hasky stared to him for a moment. He could feel her fear, but he could smell it wasn't her.
"Mercy..." His voice was a deep snarl. He would have the deaths he wanted, and then he would go after the pink pulp that had once saved his life.
OOC: Goh's heading to Mercy, at long last >.>
Elimination Exit - Retane - 05-29-2006
Nappa and Bulma had been sleeping when it had happened... When the two had met that brief moment That lead to the mercenary's fall. The human had walked by and halted as he glanced at the namek. He offered his name and took note of the sleeping allies. His name was Obilu. Retane gave his own and answered the questions he had been asked, though most were done with a nod or a gaze. He let the blonde know the branding given to the human and saiyan at birth. A simple nod told the human that the three were to be allies if they made it in.
He had assassinated one of those that was to be his ally. The object of the game was to survive and send everyone else packing. Taking their life didn't send them to another plane. It simply killed them so they could be regenerated in the end.
That's how the mercenary stood then. His demeanor was calm in essence. With his regenerration came his initial clothing, all patched up and perfectly intact.
Retane looked about the place, there were plenty of people staring at him. Syntex soldiers for the most part, others were humans. The one infront of him held his hand out to the namek. In the hand was a deck of cards similair to the ones he had been given for Dantes Abyss. He reached out, excepting them, then pushed his way to the teleportation tube that would send him back to namek.
He had lost the fight against Obilu. His place was etched in the record books. There was nothing left for him to do here. Tokens still needed to be found. For Retane, it was game over.
Elimination Exit - The Terminator - 05-31-2006
The synthetic humanoid could not help but feel a mixture of desperation, despair and disappointment in his last fleeting moments of life, cruelly having his life brought to an end at the hands of a blonde woman toting a flamethrower. As the flames issued from the barrel, the cocktail of emotions tortured him no more, a brilliant white flash leading to his demise.
Silence. Sixteen was not surprised to find his ears not functional after the blow, though he was surprised to still be conscious. Perhaps there really was an afterlife? If so, where had he found himself now? Opening his eyes, he found his answer.
The mohawked android lay sprawled on the tiled floor of the main lobby of the Dante?s Abyss sign-ups. Surely this must have been some cruel joke by the fates. In no way would Sixteen consider this Heaven. Far from it to be precise. Then perhaps he deserved to burn forever in the flames of Hell? If this was Hell, Michael felt he would have no problem putting up with it. Hell, it was almost empty anyway. A couple janitors and maintenance workers wandered about, busying themselves with various un-important tasks. Sixteen watched a custodian eye him oddly while passing by pushing a barrel before realizing how odd he looked. He quickly got to his feet, brushing the dust from his jacket. He brought a hand up to rub his sore neck, fingers touching the familiar metal brace. He sighed, apparently this was part of his Hell. Perhaps now loud Disco music would play over the intercom?
The brace fell to the tiled floor when he removed his hand, apparently having been loosened by the burst of flames. Out of curiosity, he reached under his jacket, prodding his wound from before with a finger. To his surprise, it was nowhere to be found. Grinning, he looked around. Maybe Hell wouldn?t be that bad. As he looked around the nigh-empty room, he spotted what looked like a pile of blue cloth about four meters away. Ki Senses now unhindered by the brace, Sixteen was able to sense a large amount of energy radiating from the cloth, that almost equal to his own. What kind of a place is this where laundry has enough power to level buildings? Suddenly, the pile twitched. Mike hopped back in shock, wondering if the fabric would attack him. Taking a step closer, he noticed that is was not in fact a bundle of cloth, but a cat.
?...Puar?? The android asked quietly. What could a cat have done to wind up in Hell?
The creature did not move, it?s tiny eyes closed tightly. Sixteen stepped up to the feline, prodding it with the tip of his boot. The animal moved slightly, turning it?s head toward the source. It?s eyes flicked open, blinking and looking around. ?Red?? The animal inquired, getting up and taking a seat.
?So you?ve been sentenced here too?? The android sighed. ?Well, eternal damnation here we come.?
The feline gave him a strange look. ?Red, when we get killed in the competition, we warp back to the main lobby of Dante?s Abyss. Didn?t you read the rules??
Sixteen?s face flushed, a weak chuckle escaping his lips. ?I...yeah. Of course I did! That was sarcasm....?
The animal gave a high-pitched laugh, shaking his head. ?Sure you did.?
?So, I suppose we warp back to where we came from then?? Sixteen asked, walking a few steps.
?Actually, wherever we like.? The cat trotted behind him on all fours.
Red shrugged, having no idea where he would go. Earth perhaps? Maybe back to the headquarters on Vegeta? Then, a thought struck him. Quickly bringing his fingers to his temple, he opened his scouter. The device beeped to notify him of it?s power being on. Bringing up the Civil Unrest Q-Wave signature, he started his message.
?Computer, I?ll be arriving home soon. No need to make any preparations.? He said sarcastically. ?Sixteen out.?
The cat at his feet gave him another odd look. Puzzled and shocked at the same time. ?What is it that just popped out of your head?!?
It took a moment before Sixteen understood the statement. ?Oh, that?s my scouter. I had it built in so I didn?t have to carry the capsule around with me all the time. My pockets have holes.?
?And it?s in...your...head...?? The cat inquired blankly. ?Wait, ?built??
?Yeah. I?m an android. You didn?t know?? Michael asked.
The cat shook his head. ?Like Seventeen??
?Yes, but he?s different than me biologically.? He answered. ?Don?t ask.? He added.
?So, your ?Android Name? is Sixteen, right?? The cyan feline asked.
Red flinched. ?Sure. But I don?t like being called an android that much, bad past. Just call me Red or Mike or something.? The cat looked confused again. ?Michael was my name before I was an android.? He tried to clear the confusion.
The sky-blue cat nodded. ?Ok, I got it all straight.?
?Alright, let?s head for the teletubes then. Someone?s waiting for me back at the HQ.? Sixteen headed toward the back of the room, where several phone-booth looking objects stood parallel to one another.
?Where is it you two are headed?? The teletube attendant inquired, glancing up from his clipboard.
?Planet Vegeta.? The ginger-haired android stated simply.
?And you?? The attendant turned to Puar.
?Oh, I?m with him.? The feline smiled up at the woman.
?Alrighty then. Step on in and have a safe journey.? She punched a code in on the terminal as the door shut behind the duo.
Elimination Exit - Uno - 05-31-2006
Damn! It happened too fast! Koola had just been eliminated from the games. He was ambushed and was killed when his team needed him the most. Koorsala!!!
What is it?!? Koorsala was in a particularly happy mood. So was Koola.
If it wasn?t for you and your constant nagging, I would have picked up their power levels beforehand, and I would still be in the games! Ever sense I had to have you as a guest in my mind, you?ve always managed to make me mad, but this, oh yes, this takes the cake!
But the 300 year-old woman wasn?t going to take that without a fight. Oh! So it?s my fault that your friend was wounded from that guy with the sniper. It?s my fault that you weren?t able to get anything on your hunting trip. It?s my fault that your friend Silver found you after you screamed away your position. It?s my fault that you got hit in the head with a bullet and ended up here. So you think that all of that was my fault, huh?
Yes! At least you have common sense, lady! If I hadn?t met Silver and taken that crazy weapon of his, none of this would have happened!
And whose fault was that? Let me guess...YOU! I may have caused the immediate problem, but you are the initial boob who blames me for the problems YOU made come true. How do you feel about that.
Don?t you dare try to blame this on me! If you are 300 years-old, then you are still the cause! If you weren?t such a bitch today, then I?d still be helping my friends, if any are alive, out there! So shut the hell up!!!
Koorsala drew back once again, and all was quite in the changeling?s mind. A pity that I can?t help you no longer, my comrades. I?ll find Silver and see why he did what he did. Good luck to you all.
With that, he calmly approached the lady at the desk. ?Sir, where would you like to be dropped off? The tele-tube will be happy to take you there.
Koola smiled, Silver remarked sometime in the pre-show that a HQ of some sort was stationed on Earth. His best bet was to look there. ?Earth, please.? He stepped threw the doors of the pod and Whoosh!, he was gone.
ooc: Off to Earth, away!!!
Elimination Exit - Jewtastic - 05-31-2006
The ninja looked down, the cerulean haired women lay lifeless upon the ground, blood seeping out of every hole it could find. He turned his attention once more to Olibu, the blonde warrior that had befriended him in the bar back at the waiting grounds. He rushed forward, not wanting to engage the human but he had no other option. It was kill or be killed. He proved this when he ended the females life, now all he had to do was finish of the pretty blonde boy. He charged him, arms outstretched, ready to attack. A Ki blast collided with his head, blood bursting around the room.
?Ahhh,? Murasaki exclaimed as if waking up from a dream. He lay on his stomach upon a medical table. He cocked his head to the right, a cute blonde placing one more bandage upon his back.
?Don?t worry Mr. Murasaki, your leg is all healed, your back just need a little bit of medical attention. You should be all set now.?
He looked around, none of the other fighters in the room he recognized, that was nothing new though. He rose from the table, his shirt still on the island. He turned towards the door of the medical bay and walked towards them. It was amazing, his leg felt fine, as if nothing had happened to it. He reached the door, the motion sensors activating and opening the door automatically. He stepped out, the fresh air felt great on his lungs. Teletubes were lined up against the far wall, each with a sign hanging over head. Each sign named a planet, even the dumbest of warriors could figure this out. He began walking towards him, deciding which one he wished to enter.
Namek?hmm, interesting name for a planet?.I think its sexy?lets go there.
Elimination Exit - Piccolo Daimoun - 05-31-2006
Piccolo Daimoun opened his eyes again, and sighed. He had returned to the afterlife once again, after reviving himself. He didn't know if he could be revived a second time...It really took away the point of killing someone. Maybe there were limits? These thoughts crossed his mind and his body was filled with dread.
But he wasn't dead, and it took him a bit to realize it. He saw a bunch of Dante's Abyss officials, some of the same that he had seen before he had gotten to the arena. Thinking about his death, he was wondering what the power was that drove him to such rage, such anger.
He bowed his head as he thought. As much as he hated to admit it, the berzerk feelings he felt were quite welcome to him. The rage filled him with such power and strength, things he could only attribute to adrenaline. Such a rush felt so good to him, but he knew he couldn't just make it happen...
He needed some kind of inspiration.
Shaking his head, he moved towards the booth to decide where he was going to head, he chose quite quickly his home planet. Smiling as he thought of the relaxation he could get, he turned to see his attendent.
A teenage Human with something over her ears was giving off a barely audible, yet undistinguishable, sound. She was moving her entire body to it, bobbing it up and down. Shaking his head for the second time in such a small space, he called out, "Namek."
"What?" She asked, as she couldn't hear him.
"Namek!" He shouted this time.
"Arlia? Sure!" She answered, smacking a button on the console.
"No!" The jade Namekian shouted, but knew it was too late. He was Arlia bound.
Elimination Exit - Yamu - 06-01-2006
Karl walked over to where the clones were being kept frozen. Most of the technicians where uneasy around their boss, not just because of the high heels and make-up?he had a mean right hook as well. ?Delete that one?we?ll not be needing him??. For the second time in five minutes, Yamu died.
Dave the director tumbled out of his car, blood wetting his forehead. He looked into the car he had smashed into, both men lay motionless; the driver?s head had punched through the wind shield. David threw up then and there, violence on a screen and violence directly in front of you are two completely different things.
The driver of the first car, the one he had ?saved? came running up. ?What the hell happened?!?
The Dante director pushed himself upright and away from his won sick, ?The guy in that car had a gun?? He informed, wiping off his mouth.
Henry Sinclair stood in shock, a complete stranger had saved him form an assassination attempt. ?Thank you?they would have?thank you?here let me help you?? His savior was uneasy on his feet, blood matting his hair. ?My girlfriend lives just on the corner.?
?No?just take me there,? David husked, feeling the weight of his own blood loss, ?My ex-wife lives there??
It took them both a minute to realize they were pointing towards the same house.
Elimination Exit - Spencinator - 06-02-2006
Death was such a bitch. It was so inconvient, I mean you can't eat when your dead, can't shoot flaming balls of catastrophic doom when your dead. Nope, not much can happen when you die. The fact of the matter is, death is,was,always will be a bitch. Infact, some say death is the biggest bitch of all, even bigger then Hilary Clinton, surprisingly.
Panbuukin met that one mother load of a bitch, death, head on. Poor 'Buukin however, couldn't even comprehend the unimaginable power of death. So unfortunately, he died. The death was gruesome, some would even say it was too horrifying for words and some would giggle like little school girls. The pudgy Saiyan had died by the hands of his so called 'comrade'. The poor guy had been betrayed, his trust for the man completely shattered, like a baseball spiralling out of contol, right into a glass window.
His pudgy form was seething with utter loathing for the man called Silver.
But in all honesty, 'Buukin had it coming. He gave complete and utter trust to a man he barely knew, thus setting himself up for his own downfall. In the end, it was really Panbuukins fault. Yet, there was some actual good from this incident, he learned not to put his faith into someone he barely knew, like he had done on several occasions in the past. It would only wind up in him being hurt, it almost always had.
Panbuukin did die, but fortunately, his death was not a permanent one. It was only a very brief experience, one that he would not have wanted to repeat. Once Panbuukin had entered the realm of the dead, he was quickly snatched away, returning to the realm of the living.
As it turned out, the minute you died in a fight in, you were instantly revived, as long as you followed the rules. Panbuukin must have followed the guidelines of the sick and twisted 'game'. So he was spared.
"THAT FUCKING TOOL!" His roars of anger could be heard for miles, his words contained a deep hatrid, one that would be held for a long period of time.
"S-sir, we understand that your quite upset, b-but please calm down, atleast b-briefly." Quivered the DA staff in fear.
"WHAT?! WHAT DO YOU NEED FROM ME?!" His glare quicky darted towards the young lady, deep black eyes piercing daggers into her mind.
"P-please, j-just go pick a planet you wish to r-return too.." Her nervousness slowly started to seep into her speech. "Just take me anywhere, as long as it's not Vegeta."
A frown was clearly seen on the hefty man's face. Panbuukin did not want to go back to the planet, not after what had happened there, not after what he did, atleast not now.
"W-Well, there is a few more planets, the next one on the list besides Vegeta is Arlia." Her stutter slowly faded from her speech, her nervousness finally subsiding.
"Yeah, whatever. Take me there, just as long as it's not near Vegeta." shot back PBK.
"R-rightio sir, Arlia it is." With that, she tapped a slighlt orange button and once her finger touched the cool surface of the button, 'Buukin instantly evaporated, leaving not a single trace of his existence, except for the raunchy odor he left behind.
OCC: I'm off to Arlia. ^^
Elimination Exit - Raz - 06-03-2006
The vague pretense of death resided above him in a gentle veil of placid glowing light... In front of him the rolling clouds of Heaven, draped with the pristine hue of soft skies dotted with the various avian angels are said to possess. Weightless existence encompassed him now as the half breed stood by in his waking dream with the curious intentions to why he now viewed what he did.
"What the hell." Goten stood with his arms crossed taking in the reality with the utmost resentment, scanning over what horizon he could see.
A blissful version of the afterlife wasn't peaceful enough to stifle that he had been eliminated without going out in a blaze of glory... would've been another case entirely if he had taken another out with him, eased the ranks for his group, but no.
"Come on then." Shaking off the familiar tranquility visitors to the celestial haven are greeted with, he found himself contemplating more so on technique rather then his life after this point. Fact was that he had disbanded and took the rear still fresh after a disturbingly violent blow to him... disturbing for he had ascended into a strength he knew so slightly about only to be bested with a man-made piece of machinery.
He sighed.
This had been a divine gift for his body to achieve such a level and yet...
"... He's coming around."
... There had to be a way...
"Yeah, number twenty six."
... To become...
"Release the pod's shield, he's finished."
... Stronger...
An electromagnetic pulse pumped into his veins, causing his heart to flutter for a moment before he sucked breath back into his body once again as he was forced back into the game of life.
"Perfect, alive and breathing." A black stiletto moved out of the corner of the youth's eye.
"At least. How long for the full body functions for this one?" Another came from the opposite side of Goten's body.
"He's Saiyan, young one too, I'd give it a half hour."
"Right."
And with that he was left alone... it was cold, the table he laid upon, quite possibly the chamber he had been held in during the recreation process. The room temperature itself also seemed at a steady low which would explain his warm breath past tender cool lips. Darkness still eclipsed his sight but that was irrelevant considering another sense, ki sense, gave him a perfect reading of what resided around him... though not well enough to walk out the door.
Finally he had gained enough strength to lift his torso off the metallic bedding to view the world around him. It was dull. Inside a freezer that seemed to be made out of almost clear plastic bricks there resided several other machines alike that to the one he sat upon, all either regenerating a failed combatant or awaiting use.
"Nurse!" Goten called out to receive a male voice from the distance.
"Yes, sir?"
"No no. Nurse! NURSE!" Finally came the call he was waiting for, the gentle female whisper.
"Yes... ?" She appeared near the doorway glancing in with a sway of auburn hair which the halfling cracked a smirk at finally.
"I appear to have lost my clothing, mind if I ask for you to retrieve it?" Again with the slight Italian twist accent in his voice to almost hint towards an innuendo of some nature.
"Oh... yes... right away." She disappeared only to returned a few moments later with a small silver container with the top taken off revealing the garments inside. "Are these the one's sir? Number twenty six?"
He stood, taking no regard to cover himself in the process as he made his way over to the table she had set the reduced crate upon.
"S'all there is, right?" Glancing at her, the halfling noted the increased rosy complexion in her cheeks as she kept the gaze of her eyes raised to his own with a little nod. Almost as soon as she had entered, the nurse appeared compelled to leave immediately... her hands drawn to the bottom of her skirt, rolling it between her fingers nervously. "You're staying, right?"
"What!?"
"Just a question." Shrugging, Goten pulled the leggings of his suit on while keeping a close watch on the assistant standing in the corner of the room still. "Not leaving?" He turned his back to the women while lifting the upper portion of his suit on and begun adjusting it.
"Well... I thought... you might... want assistance." Blinking in the lenses of his scouter before walking back over with a smirk, he stopped inches from the women wearing the white nurse?s outfit.
"Don't think." Swiveling his hand up her side without a single touch of contact he allowed a brief halt near stomach, leaning in with a whisper. "Matter of fact, just relax."
He expanded the emphasis on the 'x' following his last word, allowing it to hiss before a gasp filtered past the nurse's lips as a cool liquid slithered up her leg and above her skirt to finally connect with the Saiya-jin's hand. The katchin ran itself along Goten's arm and beneath his shirt before settling into a fitting chest plate.
"See ya." Kissing her cheek softly, the half blood turned and walked through the doorway and out into the transportation room. Next destination?... Earth...
OOC: To Earth-sei
Elimination Exit - Whompt - 06-03-2006
Chest riddled with holes, Blue knew that it was the end. Somehow, he just couldn?t accept that. The red-haired fighter wasn?t meant to die this way, like a worm. Hell, he hadn?t even had the satisfaction of doing away with Koola. It was too late, his strength was leaving fast and within seconds death had embraced him.
Eyes fluttering open, the human known as Conroy found himself staring into an excruciating bright light. Raising a hand to shield his eyes, his lips curled in a smile. ?They weren?t kidding about the light at the end of the tunnel.? he muttered, only to be rudely interrupted by a grating female voice. ?Stop staring at the fluorescents, hun. You?ll hurt your eyes.? Raising a brow in confusion, the blue-eyed warrior turned his head to see a white-gowned nurse looking at him in exasperation. He was in a hospital room, one of the icy-cold, stark-white deals that no one enjoys being in.
?It?s about time you woke up, mister. Now, hurry up and get dressed. You?re going home.? Something she said struck a cord in Blue and, as his eyes narrowed, he sat up in bed to confront this woman. ?So, it?s like that huh? I bust my balls to do your little tournament and yall are just gonna send me home without so much as a thank you?? Voice growing in volume, the anger-flushed human rose to stand. As he did so, the sheet fell away from him to reveal his bare form, something he wasn?t aware of in his half-groggy state. Roy didn?t so much as bat an eyelash as he continued to bear down on the woman, ranting and raving about how they fucked him and how they should send him back.
The lady couldn?t even get a word in edge-wise, though at that point she was too shocked to even try. However, Blue?s words did have one outcome which happened to be the two orderlies outside the room rushing in to tackle him. Apparently, his temper was famous on Dante now. Face-down on the cold tiles, the flame-haired fighter was gearing up to throw down a hurting when a sudden sting in his ass cheek sent rushing calm through his entire body. Shortly thereafter, the still-naked man was slouched in a tele-pod with an armful of his own clothing and gear. And an instant after that, he was emptying his already dry stomach on Earth, while a horrified crowd stared at him.
(Going to Earth, baby.)
Elimination Exit - Tobias - 06-04-2006
"Hehehehehehe....HAHAHAHA...HA!" The laughter crawled inside him like a disease. His whole body shook with it. Like a seizure it doubled him over in convulsions. He laughed and laughed. He howled with the idea that he lost. He lost! There were little fuckin' worms fresh out of diapers and half the ki he had still living... and he was 'dead'. Hilarious. The medics tending to his ravaged body weren't even a footnote in his consciousness. Weren't even afforded a fraction of a thought.
He was eliminated, and here was the most hilarious thing of all. This was what really got him. He felt not one drop of anger for those that did him in. Not one ill feeling. Hilarious. Funny, funny, funny... darkness and laughter.
He was still chuckling when he opened his eyes later. Had it been hours or days or years since he was last awake and aware? Blood trickled out of his mouth, but no other sign of injury was present. He didn't even think the blood was from DA. His throat was raw. He coughed and watched the crimson liquid arc onto his bed sheets with a slight facination.
"Good. Your awake. You know I've had people in conditions a hundred times worse than you. Organs turned to liquid... blown to scraps... but none of them were layed up for days." A Namek walked in garbed in the stereotypical white coat and stethoscope. Garlic felt a pang of anger; what was the man implying?
"I'm not weak." His voice wasn't even a whisper, just a breath of hoarse noise trying futilely to make words with his bloody throat. The doctor somehow understood him.
"I?m not saying that. You were laughing the whole time. A week almost. You nearly laughed yourself to death. As it is it will take months for you to speak properly. Not many are as experienced as I as listening to thoughts." So that was how the Namek knew.
<How about some food,> Garlic thought.
"You'll be taking liquids for a long time too. Honestly, I just patched up a Konat with a throat ripped out, the collar you know, and he's fine. You're a strange one. No," the Namek interrupted the sour thoughts that leapt into his brain, "not weak. Stubborn. Too stubborn." Garlic grinned, thought about laughing but found that he had used his mirth up. That was all fine really. Where he was going he wouldn't need to speak. But he would sorely miss the food. That was why he handed the man a slip of paper reading ?Arlia? instead of saying it, and took off for another adventure.
Elimination Exit - Bra - 06-06-2006
Pain. Blood. Fear. Tears. Searing, unadulterated hatred! Everything flowed into one horrid, swirling mess of emotion and agony. Bra actually cried. Not tears of pain. No. Tears of outrage. Her one and only chance to reclaim her past. Gone. Stolen from her because of one man?s arrogance.
She stood upon a cobblestone terrace, her signature white-capped flames of blue raging around her, throwing debris and people through the air all around her. The ground beneath her boots cracked sharply, as if protesting the veritable monster standing on top of it.
Her eyes had become white pools of light, and her face had screwed into an expression of outright rage. Determined, heavy steps brought her nearer and nearer to a desk, while people scurried out of the princess? way, some unlucky enough to be struck and killed by errant rocks and other debris.
?Vegeta,? she growled, lowering her gaze to the man seated at the desk before her. ?Send me there now! I?ll light this whole fuckin? planet up!?
Her threat was not overlooked, and even the DA security teams found themselves cowering at the sight of the furious heiress. One leaned forward, about to say something, but kept his mouth shut. Instead, he merely observed. The cyan haired woman?s eyes were welling up.
Sure enough, they spilled over and tears ran down her face. ?Do it now!!? she shrieked, her voice beginning to falter as the realization of all that had happened settled further into her mind. ?I?m not kidding!!?
?Y-yes, Miss, of course. Hold still now.? stammered the clerk, his fingers flying over a series of keys. Just before Bra released a detonation of raw energy, she vanished, leaving behind chaos and disarray.
The princess traveled across enormous distances in an instant, reappearing inside a small Dante embassy which exploded under the force of Bra?s expended ki, which had been teleported along with her to her father?s home-world.
Bra scowled, her eyes devoid of remorse for the destruction around her. She was a princess, perhaps it was time she started acting as one. If her family was any example, then her next plan of action would be completely rational.
War.
The teal haired woman began to walk, not yet having adjusted to the lack of a collar. She could literally feel the heat of her anger, and she hoped - for the sake of her people - that nobody would interrupt her trek to the palace. A deafening explosion punctuated Bra?s ascension to a super saiyan; an interruption would, indeed, be most unwelcome.
Elimination Exit - Android-18 - 06-07-2006
Her body jolted upward and the sound of her lunges taking in great gulps of air could be heard. The android gasped and coughed, sweat beaded down her face, and her eyes were wild. Where was she? What had happened? Her hands roamed her torso, felt for the hole that had become her demise. She was whole, she was perfectly fine. It was then that a man came to her; she had been eliminated from Dante?s Abyss. She didn?t bother asking how she was alive, how she was here, she just bowed her head and let the shame disappear behind her bangs.
The way back to Earth-Sei was quiet. It was a short shuttle ride, a little walking, and then a silent bus ride. Her empty eyes stared out as fields went by, tall grass swayed, and soon large rain drops splattered against the window. She let one hand prop up her head, hardly caring that she looked rather down. She just continued to watch as the beads of water slid downward from the wind as the bus sped along the road. Sure she could have flown, but she was too out of it to bother. What was wrong with her? She would usually never be so careless?She was losing it; she was becoming a bad warrior.
The bus screeched to a halt and the blonde stepped off. The vehicle took off as soon as she stepped out causing a spray of rain water to soak her backside and below her waist. She sighed and bowed her head, what a day. She shook her hand of dirty water and started along the street. The bus had let her off in the city, no clue which city, just a city. She supposed it was just like that; time to go on with her life. Raditzu was likely still back on the island, and chances were?She would probably be alone for some time. The girl tucked her hands in her pockets and kicked a stray pebble, it was just like that, wasn?t it?
Elimination Exit - Kami - 06-08-2006
Kami sighed and checked his body for bullet holes. There were non present and so wit a sigh he walked over to a teleporter. He was glad he made it to the end, but couldn't help being dissapointed. He did take some comfort in knowing it was Reijin who had chosen to stab him in the back, so to speak. Not the act of it, but that he was right in assuming Reijin might do such a thing.
And with that he teleported back to the Lookout on Earth to resume his duties as Guardian.
Elimination Exit - Orion - 06-08-2006
Trunks was alive again, away from the hellish nightmare of the island. He was killed by Raditzu, but he held no anger. No sadness.
Unbelievably, he was happy. Trunks had no desire to win the tournament. He had no desire to be in the tournament. His father finally announced the pride he felt for his son. Even when the fused warrior thought he failed Vegeta entirely, he discovered the true feelings of the newly crowned king.
It was time to live up to his promise. Remembering his fallen friend, Seventeen, Trunks stepped into the Arlian transporter. He smirked, finding it surprising that he called the android father by such an endearment already.
Funny how war strengthens ties.
Strangely enough, Trunks' Potarra earring that he gave to his father was back in his hand. He smiled, reattaching the jewel to his right ear.
Nothing could disappoint the halfling now. He was on a high. He got far more out of the battle royal than he ever imagined, or hoped for.
Vegeta was proud of his son.
Elimination Exit - Violet - 06-08-2006
The choked scream stopped short of escape as the human?s eyes snapped open. All around her was liquid, and she was naked. Her arms were folded across her breasts, as if modesty could really atone for the fucking she got just moments ago. How the hell she made it in this giant glass tube was beyond her, but with a short burst of energy surging down her arms, her fists smashed through the glass, tiny clear shards tinkling on the cement floor like rain.
Emerging from the destroyed tube, she shook the wetness from her glistening body and shivered. Sure was cold?
?Ma?am! You haven?t??
?Can it, asshole;? she snapped, glaring at the short, white coated man. He stared back at her, confusion moving across his eyes. ?Where the hell is my clothes??
Another white coat came up, a pile of black material piled in his hands, and shoved them into her arms. ?You?re lucky we managed to salvage that Bio Armor.? He said, adjusting his wide rimmed spectacles.
?No;? She said coldly. ?You?re lucky that I haven?t chosen to fucking blow this place to hell. Just the kind of mood I am in right now.? Moving past them, she hurried off into a small room just beside a set of the long rows of empty and occupied tubes, and quickly dressed in her new suit.
Fucking lamewads?she thought to herself dryly. The whole lot of them. They took her leader, they took pretty much all of her clan?and even turned Minoshia, the Konat she had begun to grow fond of, against their brethren. She laced up the front of the suit, tucking the strings below the collar. Patting herself down, she took a deep breath and exited the room.
Her gaze lingered on the still filled tubes, just a few left?Minoshia?s drew her eyes, though. No particular reason. Sighing, she turned, wishing silently to herself for their successful escapes, and hoped everything will at least return to a sense of normalcy between the tight knit Civil Unrest clan.
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As she exited to the lobby, a voice caught her attention.
?Ma?am!! Ma?am!?
?What now?!? Violet turned, not letting one ounce of her annoyance escape.
The woman, short, mid forties, grey hair spidering through the brunette she wore in a bun atop of her head, shrank back in her chair. ?Are you one Violet Uzumaki??
Her brow forked. What the hell did these people want now? ?Yeah.?
The woman behind the desk shoved a package towards her, a small note on top. ?I was told to give you these.? She said simply, and returned to her work.
Taking the package, Violet sat in one of the plastic chairs lining the side of the lobby and unfolded the note. It was a message from the Konat, requesting she take his items and hold them for him until he managed to return. Sure?I?ll hold on to your stuff, Minoshia?and when you return, you will get it back, and then some?
She still couldn?t forget the horrible atrocities he had committed during the game. Oh well, he?ll pay sooner or later.
Opening the package, she saw assorted personal items of his, and wrapped inside of a piece of cloth, was her dragonball. So the asshole did protect it?well, that is worth SOME brownie points? Rewrapping the parcel, she went back up to the receptionist.
?Can I help you??
?Yeah?I was wondering, did you see a man, oh, a little over six feet tall, shoulder length black hair, really sexy eyes?an android, walk through here??
The woman turned back to her computer, scanning over something. ?No, ma?am. No one of that description has come through here.?
Her heart sunk a few feet. ?Do you have any idea where he could be? Name is Seventeen.?
?Hellfighter, or Android??
?Oh, for the love of Kami? Android, I guess.? She sighed, exasperated.
The woman shook her head again. ?If he didn?t come through here, then I am sorry, Miss Uzumaki, but he is dead.?
Dead. ?Dead? What do you mean, dead? I thought-?
?In certain cases, some fighters actually lose their lives. You should have read the rules.?
?I did.? Violet snapped back. ?You mean that he isn?t?alive, right??
?Exactly.?
?Fuck.? She cursed, perhaps a little too loudly.
?Well, have you decided where you are going to go??
The female shifted the package under her arm, and flipped her hair behind her. ?Yeah. Vegeta. Now.?
?Alright?? She punched a few keys into her computer, and smiled. ?Off you go, Ma?am.?
?Quit fucking calling me that!?