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DA: C Official Sign-Ups and PS Information - Burter - 11-12-2006
READ THIS WHOLE POST FIRST
On every planet in the North Quadrant, sign-ups have been opened. An attendant will take your name and personal information, then take some pictures and ask you to show some of your fighting abilities. These pictures and videos will used to show the viewers who is participating.
Your character will be given a folder consisting of the rules and information, which you yourself can find in the rules and records forums.
As always, impress the viewers, who are watching!
After you've signed up, the attendant will direct you to the nearest tele-tube, which will whisk you away to the meeting grounds for DA.
At the meeting grounds, roleplay your character roaming in the specified areas. Make sure you talk to people and use the discussion forum to arrange a meeting. As time goes on, I will teleport people to the VIP meeting grounds for the four different armies, where you will be introduced to your army.
The army leaders (A17, Brit, Broli/KV, Bardock) will be teleported immediately to their army barracks after signing up. More information there.
Your roleplay to sign-up must be at least 300 words, like any other roleplay. Don't over-do it because I don't want to read 10849275 pages this early. Put the planet you signed-up from in the roleplay, just for the sake of logic.
If you're dead, you can't sign-up. The exception being those on King Kai, as the Kai can put in a good word for you and have you revived, and then returned at the end of the game.
PC will be ended ASAP with proper posts. Do not fret if you are in there, consider it taken care of.
Sign-Ups end 7 days from now, on November 19th.
DA: C Official Sign-Ups and PS Information - Celipa - 11-13-2006
"So...how long are we having to wait, exactly?" Bujin sighed.
"I don't know," replied Celipa, passing an antsy glance towards the front of the line. It didn't appear to be moving anywhere. "Awhile, by the looks of it.
The sign-up station was swamped - who the Hell knew so many people on Earth were able warriors? Well, apparently even those that weren't considered themselves to be, because there were lines branching off in every direction; and the crowds at this particular sign-up station resembled a mob.
Cel and Bujin had been standing here forever.
"Well," began Bujin, stroking his chin for a second. "Let's get to the front then!"
He shoved a man in front of him to the side, ignoring an exclamation of 'Hey!'. Celipa shrugged, and followed behind her small and impatient companion shoving through wads of wanna-be stars.
At last, they reached a desk. The blonde woman behind it wore glasses, and had her hair tied up in a tight bun. She looked like a librarian.
"I'll go first," whispered Cel, stepping in front of Bujin. She stepped up to the desk and cleared her throat loudly, causing the sign-up lady to look up from a paper she was scribbling something out on. "My name's Celipa. I'm here for the sign-ups."
The lady looked annoyed for a second, and then pulled out another piece of paper from under the first. She jotted down the word 'Celipa' in a box labeled simply: Name.
She asked for some personal information, which she then filled out, and then they moved onto the next phase of the operation.
"Show me some moves."
The lady had about as much personality as the wall behind her. Her hand snaked into the desk she sat at, in a drawer, and she pulled out a video camera. With the flip of a button, she brought it up to her eye.
"Now? Right here?" asked Celipa, confused. The lady nodded in annoyance and ushered for her to start.
"Ok, right."
Her face shifted to a more serious expression, and a red aura erupted around her. The papers on the sign-up lady's desk began to blow around softly from the sheer energy expelled by the saiyan warrioress.
"I call that Kaioken."
She beamed at the lady, and then conjured up a blue orb of ki into her palm.
"And I can do that too."
The lady flipped off her video camera, and put it down on the desk. Cel was dissappointed...her face showed no sign of surprise - she expected Kaioken to blow the spectators away! But no one besides Bujin and the signer-upper were even paying attention.
"Take this folder, and step into the tube to the left of me," stated the woman blandly. She handed Celipa a large folder filled with papers - Cel was looking rather hastled and rushed.
"Is that it?" asked Celipa, scratching her head. "What is all this?"
"Rules."
And she was ushered away...the saiyan woman stepped past the 'librarian', and stuck out her tongue while the lady had her back turned, then stepped into the teletube; folder in hand. She cast the folder a furtive glance, and then the teletube closed on her.
"Later Bujin!"
The teal man who had stepped up to the desk waved briefly, adjusting his turban with his other hand. Celipa raised up her hand to wave, and vanished.
OOC: I pictured DMV for this post. =P
DA: C Official Sign-Ups and PS Information - Bujin - 11-13-2006
Why am I here?
Bujin?s thoughts were scattered as he inched his way towards the sign-up desk. His somewhat random Saiyan friend had already joined up with an impressive display of awesomeness, and because he had so speedily slammed his way through the crowds of prima donnas and wannabe stars, his turn had come up. For what, he didn?t know. Celipa had kind of tugged on his sleeve and led him to the booth, leaving him clueless.
I still don?t know why I?m here.
Bujin was again snapped out of his dubious thinking by the irritated and impatient coughs of the people behind him. He was definitely next, so he took another step towards the sign-up lady. The woman at the desk, for lack of a better phrase, looked as though she had a stick up her ass. Everything about her reminded him of the crabby clerks in the stores back home. The hair bun, the glasses, even her facial expression were similar to the witches on Vegeta. Noticing the psychic for the first time, she looked up and stared at him blankly.
?Can I help you?? she asked, her voice monotonous and bland. Bujin shifted his eyes, and spoke up.
?I don?t know why I?m here!? he said, almost at a shout. Normally, all activity would have halted at such a random outburst. However, life in the area resumed as it normally would have. The only thing that changed was the blush on Bujin?s face. The woman clerk remained expressionless.
??I?m sorry?? she asked finally, hoping to make sure that she heard him correctly. Bujin shook his head, grinning like an idiot on crack.
?I mean?uhh?lemme sign up.? He corrected himself. The woman, her face now showing the slightest hint of irritation, slid a pad of paper over to Bujin, along with a writing utensil.
?Name.? she stated simply as the paper pad reached its destination. Bujin complied, scribbling his name in exquisite fashion, making sure to make the ?J? as big as possible. Putting the slip into the designated box, he shifted his eyes again as he awaited the next step.
?Alright, show me a move. Any move.? She commanded the small man, folding her hands on the desk and staring at him with the same sense of emptiness. Bujin chuckled nervously and raised his hand so that it dropped slightly below his eyes. His hand glowed dimly, and suddenly burst into a large sword of energy. The ki was formed so that it blocked his view of her head, making it seem that she was decapitated. Bujin cackled childishly as he withdrew his sword.
?I call that?n a ki sword,? he informed her, ?Not very original, I know.?
Going on to show her a second attack, he raised his head and looked toward the sky. A large lump was visible in his throat, and it was moving upward. Suddenly he opened his mouth wide and let out a shining beam. The blast soared into the sky and exploded, making the area slightly brighter momentarily. Bujin looked down with a grin, but was almost surprised to see the woman searching around her desk for something. Finally, she pulled out what looked like a packet, and handed it to him.
?Everything you?ll need to know is in there. Now leave.? She told him unpleasantly.
?Gladly,? he said, acting like he was detested. Bujin stepped past the cranky woman and into the teletube, sighing in subtle relief.
DA: C Official Sign-Ups and PS Information - Vejita I - 11-13-2006
His pride had been wounded; dissected from the punishing experiences that had seemed to spawn all from the war between both changelings and saiya-jin's. The saiya-jin's mindset was warped from clinging a grasp of desperation to his pride to now sufficing to it now in utter shambles. The world of Vejita-Sei however was unapologetic to his state and only shunned his damaged emotions while he scrambled throughout the realm of the saiya-jin's. With each step he achieved, the recollection of depressing thoughts were dwelling in his brain. The celebration of securing the planetoid's safety was irrelevant to him since only attaining the strength of the artifact was significant to him. Vejita's muscles were smoldering in undeniable agony; his physical state equaling to his mental anguish.
"Come all! Come now! The opportunity you've been waiting for! The event of a lifetime is here!" Was this a mirage? The imagery was so blatant that the former king wasn't even obliged to decypher the situation with his logic. The situation seeped into his brain and exposed a familiar dreadful sensation throughout him. Just comprehending the very word "event", it seemed to contribute to his realization. Dante's Abyss. Flashbacks seemed to manipulate his vision to greet him of all the impurities that Dante's Abyss had placed in him so long ago. He wobbled impatiently to the site which seemed to be similar to that of sign-ups. Tables were everywhere and a man directed his demonic glance for Vejita I. "You sir! You look strong! How about signing up for the one, the only - Dan.." His words were abruptly dismissed by the voice of the saiya-jin. "Dante's Abyss. It's been a while..." The saiya-jin paused while attempting to reconfigure his focus elsewhere other than the corruption of the former Dante Abyss competitions he had experienced. "Do what kind of fighting abilities do you have? You're a saiya-jin, right? You have to have some abilities, right?" The man queried, but the saiya-jin could only present his tail to him with a smirk that could display his immense fatigue.
The unknown man extended his arm to salvage a pen or any type of utensil to ensure the saiya-jin warrior's enlistment in this competition. However, the warrior's cranium sluggishly signaled from left to right. Blood trickled forth from his limb that seemed to ooze down the lengths of his fingers. Vejita smudged his oozing life-force upon his opposing finger that seemed to be just scabbed over in the liquid. With an absence of very much consciousness, his finger was pressed into the sheet, but could only forge writing that was undetectable by the announcer. "What the hell is this? What does this even say?" Vejita Ou muttered the answer underneath his breath before redirecting himself to another location of the sign-up area.
"King Vejita." His body was outlined with a shimmering brilliance that seemed to only be emitting a limited distance over him and within sheer moments, every fiber of Vejita I had been transported.
OOC: Had to cut it short, was afraid I'd put too much. I'm in like sin - from planet Vejita-Sei, yo.
DA: C Official Sign-Ups and PS Information - Lucifer - 11-13-2006
"Hey, I'm Larry and I'll be your attendant today, can I please take your name and registration number please?" The acne-riddled teenager spoke clearly in an all-too rehearsed tone. It was incredibly likely that he had been taking names and registration numbers for the better part of the day.
"My name is Lucifer. My registration number, I believe is eight-zero-two-seven-four-six."
"Thank you very much sir, I'm afraid before I allow you to enter I have to ask that you provide some form of demonstration with regards to your fighting abi-"
"Thank you very much." Lucifer said courteously to the hole in the wall named Larry as he punched the rest of his details into the computer Larry had been operating. He then signalled to another nearby attendant.
"Hey, I'm Joe and I'll be your attendant today, can I please take your name and registration number please?"
"Larry had to go. Family emergency, apparently. He told me to get someone else to authorize my application.
"That's fine sir. Here, please take a copy of the rules and regulations, I'll just be a moment."
Lucifer scanned through the thick brochure rather too quickly. The rules seemed straightforward enough. Follow some idiot's commands and kill as many things as possible. Hardly fitting for a brain such as his, but he would make do. If anything he could use the exposure.
"If you'd like to step this way sir, we'll be transporting you to Dante shortly."
The new attendant led Lucifer down a narrow corridor behind the main sign-up desk. Another attendant quickly rushed to take his place as the queues grew increasingly restless. As Lucifer and the attendant reached the end of the corridor, Joe pulled the door open anxiously and signalled Lucifer to go inside. Inside the room was a single teleportation tube. Lucifer didn't need a written invitation and stepped into the tube immediately. He felt the familiar sucking feeling as he was whirled through space and time untill he finally came to a rest a moment later.
Lucifer was in a large stone room. There was a large ornate table in the centre of the room with a large map placed on it. There were various computers and communication devices in the room and a three-dimensional hologram of the map on the table. Lucifer was almost phased.
"Interesting."
DA: C Official Sign-Ups and PS Information - Zarbon - 11-14-2006
The words flashed on Zarbon?s monitor. Retreat? Now? Already? The battle had barely even started! All that time he had spent getting here, fighting the war and everything else? and now, it was just over? ?That?s bullshit!? the transformer yelled with uncontrolled rage. ?We haven?t even got to the palace yet, and we?re supposed to retreat!??
?Yes. Turn your ship around, Zarban.? Caiman said, annoyed. The mutant ignored his blatant mispronunciation this time. ?We?re done here. Whatever you might have got for your duties will be transferred to your account. Now, break off, and get out of my sight.?
?Someone?s a bit cranky.? The transformer twitched at the captain?s strict militaristic orders.
Caiman gave a ready response. ?Someone that is you??
?Someone that is you too.?
The crocodile gave a smile, holding back his true feelings for the moment. ?Just get out of here, Zarban. You?ve served your purpose here and the Cold Empire no longer has a neat for you.?
?Is that right??
?Yes, it is.?
Zarbon only grumbled. That war had been a complete waste of his time. Curiosity had really gotten the best of him this one. While he was out here doing nothing, something might have happened back on Earth. Also, he had wasted his money on the Zarwing for a war he had barely fought in.
The fact it had cup holders wasn?t as comforting as it would normally be.
?Well? What are you waiting for? Move!? the captain urged the mutant, shifting slowly away from his ship. The transformer didn?t budge, his mind focused on his faults.
?Fuck it.?
He finally left Crocpot and his team behind, heading down to the planet?s surface. In mere moments, Zarbon was over his mistake. He wasn?t going to mull over it like he had done for that bloody Friend or Foe business. ?Solutions first.? The mutant stated to no one. ?Maybe I should find Twenty too?? he added mentally. He would need some money after all this. It would be a plan to get his ship fixed up, and maybe get a few upgrades in the process. It would be better to be prepared.
Diving steeply down for a landing, the mutant slowly levelled his craft as he came to the height of the few remaining buildings in the saiyan capital. Looking down, Zarbon watched as the once proud alien race fled from his approaching ship. The transformer watched them, a smirk forming on his face. They were scared. Didn?t they know it was over? Maybe they thought he didn?t?
It didn?t matter.
Lowering his position gradually, the transformer quietly picked out a spot to park. Everything was in ruins around him. As he weaved around the few, unrecognizable remains of the once powerful structures that filled the capital, he moved freely about the cabin. A fighter, moving through the center of a planet completely unharmed? Zarbon didn?t pick up the relevance. He picked the flattened remains of a skyscraper to land; the multitude of wreckage lay on the street nearby instead of under the building itself.
Touching down softly, the transformer quickly pushed open the window above him and climbed out, landing flawlessly on the ground afterwards.
He put the Zarwing?s key in his pocket.
?No Valet? Darn.? He joked.
No laughter.
The transformer went onward into town, remembering some of his experiences during the war. It seemed funny to him, but he was up in a nice comfy plane, wasn?t he? These guys were on the ground. They had shit. Maybe a gun. Nothing was funny to them right now. It reminded him of other times. As he slowly walked through the ruined capital, he didn?t take note of anyone he saw. If he did, he might actually feel sorry for them. The mutant had his own business.
He spotted it off to the right.
A sign-up booth.
It was interesting how some organizations can set up so quickly after major, planet-altering events. Zarbon read the sign nearby, knowing the name quite well from earlier years.
Conquest!
Dante?s Abyss^ Sign-ups!
Dante?s Abyss^ Sign-ups!
A reused sign. It seemed that they had moved in quickly? and not long ago. There wasn?t even a line yet.
Raising an eyebrow, the transformer approached. The sign-up area was made up of a single table and a teletube hooked up nearby. Whoever had set it up looked to have done a shoddy job of it. The mutant looked at it a moment. ?Don?t feel like dying.?
Turning to the table, Zarbon noticed a lone man with his head down, snoring. Typical.
The transformer nudged him.
The man woke up, almost falling from his chair. ?What?oh! Hi there!? he looked around. ?You?re the first??
?Yes.? The mutant rolled his eyes.
?Good! I?m not fired then.? The apparent sign-up station operator breathed a sigh of relief. ?Now, can I help you???
?Yes,? Zarbon responded. ?This is Dante?s Abyss right??
?Oh, no! This is Dante?s Abyss: Conquest!?
Silence.
?The difference??
?It involves a whole lot of conquest. Two hundred percent more death guaranteed! Army battles. New concept that?s been developed.? The man handed over a file of information.
The transformer hesitated a moment, flipping through the folder. Then, he nodded, understanding. ?Ok. The pay out??
?Depends.? The man shrugged. ?All up to performance.?
?Okkk.? Zarbon stretched his neck a bit, thinking at the same time. He could use the money. Besides, it couldn?t be that different from the original ones, could it? Developers never had different ideas. Just recycled ones. Maybe a couple of quirks. Nothing too bad?
He went for it.
?Where do I sign??
?Ability.? His opposite responded, whipping out a camera.
?Hm??
?Show me something neat.?
?Why??
?Just do it.?
Sighing, the transformer extended his hand, forming it into a gun-shape. As fast as lightning, he picked a target, firing off a round from his Hyper Elegant Magnum and destroying his mark easily. A simple rock. With rapid succession, he let off two more blasts, both destroying their targets easily. A bit of smoke rose from where the first mark once lay.
?Ok.? The man said with approval. Zarbon didn?t expect any surprise. He had to save his energy. ?Now, just sign here.?
With a flick of his wrist, the mutant bound himself to battle.
?Alrighty then, bargainer.? Standing, the operator walked over to the teletube. ?Welcome to Dante?s Abyss. Good luck. You?ll need it.?
Zarbon stepped inside. In a second, he was gone.
OOC: Saga transfer, anyone?
DA: C Official Sign-Ups and PS Information - Saz - 11-14-2006
Sazuaa drew to a halt in mid-air, below him a long line of humans that was forming caught his eye. What the, the blue fighter's scouter suddenly began to bleep; it was the power level that he was in pursuit off, it was only a few miles away. He glanced back down at the ever increasing cue of humans, what?s going on down there. His curiosity getting the better of him, he gentle lowered himself to the ground to investigate.
?Hey, what?s going on here?? Sazuaa asked a stocky man at the back of the line.
?What?! Where have you been for the past few months? Living under a rock? It?s Dantes Abyss: Conquest.? Noticing Sazuaa still seemed totally clueless, he carried on. ?It?s only the largest reality fighting competition in the universe. All the strongest fighters are participating.?
?Strongest fighters aye?? the alien cocked his eyebrow, the man had aroused his curiosity. ?Thanks for the help.? It was tempting indeed, what to do, forget about the epic contest and carry on in search of the unknown fighter, or, sign up for Dantes Abyss, and take the chance to truly test his skills against some of the best the galaxy has got to offer. It was no contest, he couldn't pass up this opportunity; to Dante it was.
***
After what had seemed like years, Sazuaa had finally made it to the front of the line, standing in front of the signing up desk.
?Name?? A stone faced woman sitting behind the desk asked coldly, her gaze firmly fixed on a slip of paper laying in front of her.
?Sazuaa?
?I need to see some of your skills.? She turned her attention away from the piece of paper and pulled a camcorder from under her desk switched it on and pointed it at the blue alien. Saz sighed inwardly and lazily raised his right arm, turning his hand around so that his palm faced upwards. Static started to form around his hand, slowly the electricity merged into a ball of ki which hovered on his open palm.
?This little ball of ki is enough to obliterate an entire city.? The warrior said with a arrogant smirk.
The lady scoffed unimpressed, she turned off the camcorder and placed it back under the desk. Quickly opening a drawer on the desk, she pulled out a folder, ?this has all the information you?ll need, you can go ahead now to the teletubes.?
?Err, thanks.? The ball of ki quickly faded away as Sazuaa snatched the folder from the womans hands, the two exchanged a quick, ?fuck you? glance before Sazuaa made his way off towards the teletubes.
(Ooc Basically just copied what Celipa and Bujin did. =D)
DA: C Official Sign-Ups and PS Information - Tobias - 11-15-2006
?Oh em gee! Another fnckin? zerg rush! Dub-you tee ef!? Garlic?s fingers ran over his keyboard in furious haste, each letter delivered a gut blow to its recipient. ?I will pone your monkey ass!? Tiny beads of sweat began their pilgrimage down the vast scape of Garlic?s forehead. A rush this early was bad. His scouts would fall any second, and with his walls half built? a gentle shake of his head was the only observable reflection of his mental anguish.
?I can?t lose another one. My ratio will suckzorz if I do. The guys on the virtualwarmonger.com will never let me live this down. My user title will be Assjuice for months. Again. ? His cursor darted about the screen with determination bolstering defenses hear, setting ambushes there. It was pointless really. He was outnumbered and outplayed. He silently cursed that game. If this was real life, he reasoned, that fat bastard wouldn?t be able to exploit the system. In real war you can?t min-max your stats, purposely kill off your troops for an advantage, leave your civilians for dead, waste every resource for that one kill. In real life, those units would have a mind of their own, they wouldn?t accept being sacrificed. The civilians? Revolt. In the real world there are a million factors, and? his walls were breached? this goddamned, pimple assed, fourty-year-old-no-life-direction nerd would be eaten alive!
?H-yah!? A fizzle and a pop trumpeted Garlic computers last few moments of life. And the warranty didn?t cover ki damage either. The goblin rose to his feet and exited his dinky apartment in a huff. He needed some air.
Retirement from the adventurous life was not treating him well. Toddler?s sweatpants and shirts were an ill replacement of his beloved armor and cloak. His anger was as potent as ever, but more and more he found it ? not worth the time. Outbursts like back there grew thin. Anger left a hole in his heart, one that all the video games and liquorish in the world could not fill. So disappointment moved in. What had he become? This wasn?t him. He needed the blood ands sweat. He could smell it now? ah but that was over. Or? was it?
?One last adventure? one last death struggle. That?s all I need. Then I?m off the stuff for good.? GJ stuck a stick of black liquorish in his mouth and looked into the sky, past the whirlwind of papers and junk kicked up in the breeze. ?One more!? The kais offered an answer. Suddenly Garlic could not see or breathe. His hand clawed at his face and removed the flyer that had been blown on his head.
?War! What is it good for? Loads of fun and gut wrenching action that?s what! Go to your local sign up stations and join us.?
Just below that were several sign up locations, just above, in fancy lettering read: Dante?s Abyss: Conquest. So this was the answer to his boredom. A grin formed around the butt of his liquorish.
?Garlic Junior will pone you whores!? First he would need to get out of the habit of leet-speak. Second, sign up. Time for some action.
OOC: The actual signing up process is boring and implied. It was already getting too long for a sign-up.
DA: C Official Sign-Ups and PS Information - Android 17 - 11-16-2006
Rematerializing near within the confines of his personal quarters, Seventeen paid one final, silent respect to the Jade Palace before strolling over to his closet and liberating all the belongings he had stored there prior to his departure to the planet.
?There?s another Dante?s Abyss,? the voice, almost a whisper, was accompanied by the soothing touch of ten fingers on the stomach of the android. The woman?s nimble fingers slid around Seventeen?s sides before lacing over his lean gut. ?I take it you?ll be competing in this one as well? I hear it?s radically altered from the previous installment so much that it?s its own genre,? Paige spoke, her lips almost touching the android?s right ear as she talked.
?Of course,? Seventeen replied, turning around to face the green-skinned woman and putting his hands around the small of her back. ?I unlocked how to use my ki to manipulate metal. I may have taken longer then you, but I?m still pretty dang happy with myself,? when the android paused to take a breath, Paige moved her face forward and brushed her lips against Seventeen?s before he had a chance to start talking again.
For a moment the two stood there, their eyes closed and ignorant to the world around them as they bathed in one another?s touch. The moment lingered longer, until Paige finally pulled away and smiled slightly. It was a rare incident to see the woman smile lately, and because of that, Seventeen could do nothing but return the expression with his overwhelmingly goofy variation.
?I?ll talk you to the signup booth in the lobby of the palace,? Paige said softly. Before the android could nod his head in acknowledgment, the couple was already standing a few feet away from the extravagant cubicle. ?Good luck, Seventeen,? the woman said, leaning forward to kiss the man on the lips one last time. ?I?ll be watching from the Nirvana with the rest of the crew?good luck and make us proud!? Smiling warmly at her boyfriend, the green-skinned woman waved her hand sheepishly before vanishing in the blink of an eye.
?Are you going to register of just stand there?? The voice, nasally and irritating to the ears, caused the cyborg to cringe ever so slightly. Turning around from the scene of Paige?s departure, the android was faced with the attendant standing behind the registration desk. His visage plagued by acne and redness, the man shifted uncomfortable behind the countertop. Behind him was an assortment of cameras, videos, and shelving units and a large sign with the words ?Dante?s Abyss: Conquest? written on it.
?You bet,? Seventeen said, stepping up to the desk and snatching up the pen and paper located on the cheap, wooden surface. After scrawling down his name at the top of the form, the android hastily filled out the questionnaire. ?Now what do I have to do?? The cyborg asked, sliding the completed form across the booth and smirking at the pizza-faced registration man. The android?s answer came in the form of a few blinding flashes of light.
?I?ll need you to display some of your fighting prowess for the video camera,? the attendant wheezed, pointing a pallid finger toward the ungodly aged camcorder suspended dangerously above his head.
?Okay,? Seventeen said, lifting off his feet and clenching his fingers into tight fists. Two sabers of azure energy hummed to life?springing forth from the android?s palms and whirling melodically the entire time. With the utmost finesse, the machine-hybrid began to whip the swords around, trying his hardest to stress that despite his spontaneous nature, he had some style when it came to the basics.
Flipping backwards, the cyborg?s knees touched down on the ground, and without hesitating, Seventeen converted the elegant, scintillating weapons into two spheres of ki. Throwing the orbs above his head, the android waited for the explosion before leaping to action once again. Hopping up onto his boots, the machine-hybrid crafted two ki lassos of energy in his hands and used them to rope the two larges chunks of freefalling debris.
Flicking his wrists, the android released the chunks of stone along with his whips and moved his hands together in the shape of a gun. Squeezing off two rounds, Seventeen watched as the two blasts of ki obliterated their targets. The minute sonic boom that coincided with the explosion sent a gust of warm air over the android?s face and made his long hair waft softly for a few seconds.
?Do I win?? Seventeen asked, turning his attention back to the booth and smirking at the astonishment on the face of the registration man.
?Take this folder and step through the teletube,? the attendant uttered, handing the android an overstuffed folder. His voice was shaky, as if the display had made him suddenly very intimidated of the humble cyborg. Flashing a ?thumbs up? to the nerd, Seventeen stepped into the transparent tube and closed his eyes as the all too familiar sensation of teleportation bathed his form.
A moment later, the onyx-haired warrior opened his eyes and realized that he was standing in front of a throne within the confines of a very militaristic bunker. Beds a plenty adorned the majority of the room, while an assortment of files were stacked neatly next to computer on a series of desks adjacent to the throne. Walking up to the files, Seventeen peaked at the name on the file and read it aloud.
?Seventeen?Commander of the Outcasts,? no sooner had the android finished speaking had the realization dawned upon him. He was going to actually be responsible for leading one of the armies in the competition. ?This is different,? the cyborg said sarcastically?still amazed at the revelation.
OOC: Yup, probably over-did this post for it just being a signup, but it happens sometimes.
DA: C Official Sign-Ups and PS Information - Nori - 11-16-2006
Akane was walking through the densely populated capital of earth, her eyes darting left and right to enjoy the spectacular cites. She had never been to a city before, and she found that it wasn?t everything she had hoped. She had heard that the only place worth living was a city, that all other areas were places that were devoid of any sort of humanity. But what she found was simply a loud, rude, metropolis that simply was overflowing. Something however did catch her sight as she walked along the side walk, a heavily crowded street where a mob had formed, apparently trying to get into a building.
Wondering what the commotion was about she found herself walking towards the crowd, only to read the neon sign above the large doorway in interest.
?Dante.. Conquest? Is that some kind of food..?? She whispered to herself, clearly not knowing nor understand what a Dante was. Walking to the crowd she began to walk through the crowd, getting bumped by the bodies of the other people with every motion she or they made, feeling slight irritation at this. Pushing her way through she finally collapsed on the steps, only to notice that the entrance to the tournament was blocked by several police officers, each one spinning around a night stick.
?What do we have heeeere.? One of the officers said, walking towards the girl with a smile on his face. Another one of the trio walked behind the officer who had spoken, speaking as well. ?A girl who wants to play Kung Fu with the grown ups, it seems.? The girl simply gave them a hurt look, but made no move to stop until the third police officer blocked her from entering the door by stepping in front of her.
?We don?t think you would be good enough for this contest child, go home to your family. Let the grown ups do the fighting while you watch from television.? He didn?t say this to hurt the girls feelings; but rather to save her from being hurt in the tournament. Regardless of his tip she simply walked forward, until the other two police officers grabbed her shoulders, not letting her pass.
?Please let me go gentleman.? She spoke politely to the trio, not wanting to offend such honorable and dedicated civilians in there line of duty. However she did want to find out what was going on, and she figured she could handle whatever was within the area more then the people in the mob behind her. Jabbing the two police officers in the stomach gently in the stomach with her elbows she walked forward as they collapsed on there knees, out of breath. Walking towards the officer who was blocking her she bowed low, speaking to him.
?Please let me enter sir, I assure you that I can defend myself adequately if needed.? Silence followed, and standing back up to her full height she found that he had a dazed smile on his face, with a pen and a notepad in his hand. Speaking to her in a rushed fashion he thrust the pen and paper to her chest. ?Will you give me a autograph? Please? For my son I mean.?
As he blushed she opened her eyes wide in surprise, but in a polite manner she signed the notepad and handed it back to him. Moving to the side she walked into the building which was quickly blocked again by the lone police officer as he had to wait for his grumbling comrades to stand on their feet.
To her surprise she found this area was much more organized then the outside of the building, with lines going on and on to booths for what seemed like forever. Walking into the closest line she waited, and waited, watching people around her do much of the same. Although she noticed a couple of people playing Gameboys and even fewer reading. Imagine that.
Finally reaching a booth she found herself smiling at a rather old lady at the counter, although politeness forbid herself from questioning her age or even pointing it out. Smiling back sweetly she quickly brought out some paperwork, setting it on the desk in front of her.
?Name??
?Akane Kimidori? She answered almost immediately. A procedure occurred where he age was asked, family, why she wished to join the tournament, and so on, continued for a great while. Akane had been responsive and never was impolite while the questions were asked, and when finished she breathed a sigh of relief. Until the woman spoke once more. ?Show me what you got kid.?
?What??
?I said, show me a ability, or something. Something I can videotape.? She said this with not hint of irritation, despite the fact she had to repeat it. Speaking meekly the girl replied in a apologizing manner. ?Oh, okay.?
?Its nothing special..? She said this as she drew her right palm out in front of her, concentrating her life force into it. Suddenly a small disk appeared in the palm, relatively harmless from the lack of Ki put into it. However it quickly split off into two, then four, then eight, and finally, 16. She watched them quietly as the lady showed some expression of interest, as this wasn?t something she saw everyday. Most of the time people just came in using a powerful attack or procedure. While this certainly wasn?t as powerful as they were, it certainly was creative.
?But, its kind of fun to do in my free time.? Moving them around with her mind she circled them around her body as if they were racing, some of them trying to pass the other disks even as some succeeded in doing so. Reaching her palm once more she simply closed her hand around it, where they shattered into fragments of harmless Ki, appearing like golden glitter. Opening her palm she blew it at the announcer, giggling slightly.
Turning off her video camera she smiled at the girl, and handed the young competitor a folder full of Dante information. ?Rules and such, you know how strict these things can get.? They both said goodbye to each other, and Akane told the woman to have a nice day. Feeling her stomach growl she went to go look for some food, the folder under her right arm in a tight grip.
(Might have been a tad long, but I didn't want to just suddenly leap into it. I also tried out what Super Buu pointed out to me, which was putting my speaches into my writing, so, yaaay! ^_~. Didn't put this in the roleplay, but I am signing up from earth.)
DA: C Official Sign-Ups and PS Information - Belle Hibiki - 11-16-2006
The palatial entrance was much the same as Kid Buu remembered it, although his perception this time around was skewed; another being's thoughts no longer dominated his mind. His fiery red irises, set in their pools of inky blackness, traced over the glimmering arched doorway that led inside the decorous building. The large, almost cathedral-like structure was tucked quietly in between two large skyscrapers, perhaps seeking to lose itself among the enveloping folds of steel and concrete. Discretely glamorous, like a hobo with diamond teeth. If Kid Buu had to guess, the place was likely used under many different auspices; for conventions, for parties, for political gatherings...
Or - as was the case this time ? as a gateway to Hell.
Buu reached out his hand and gave the rotating door a small push, slipping between the glass vanes, a moment later being ejected into the lobby. The room beyond was full of Dante's character, strewn with red and black banners that, embroidered with gold lettering, hung from the ceiling and attempted to lend a dramatic and epic air to the otherwise hilariously mundane activity below.
A simple desk stood in front of a double column of open-backed booths, each row flanking it and extending back towards the rear. Kid Buu watched with the faintest feeling of disgust as fighters posed before the cameras, flexing their muscles and baring their bronzed flesh for all they were worth. He wasn't quite able to pin down the feeling, or its cause. Then he realized.
It was akin to watching a two legged puppy strut its stuff. Amusing at first, but after the tenth time you just wanted to put it out of its misery.
"Are you registering?"
Buu turned his eyes away from the sea of testosterone and back towards the desk. A small, lanky, dark-skinned man with an exceedingly excessive afro sat waiting, a pen in his slender-fingered hand tapping indicatively against the paper spread out before him. He wore a serious black suit and sunglasses, his tailoring oddly incongruous and ill-fitting for the situation. If he in turn found Buu's appearance odd, he did not say. No doubt he had seen far stranger that day.
Instead of answering the man, the majin child strode up to the desk and took the proffered pen. He scribbled down his information, or at least as much of it that he knew, in his untidy kindergarden scrawl. It wasn't a lack of manners that prompted his silence - although he certainly had that lack in abundance - but the fact that vocalizing a mere word would have exacted a toll on him. So he wrote.
A minute later he handed back the sheet and was directed by Mister Afro to one of the booths in the back, the odd man stuffing a folder filled with papers into his pudgy fingers as he did so. Buu made his way quietly past the posing warriors, ignoring the occasional jeer that shot his way across the otherwise empty expanse. There would be plenty of time for killing later, he reminded himself; as much as he could ever want. That, more than anything, was what had prompted the majin's entry to the Conquest. To him, a battle to the death was no more than a way to relieve his growing impatience and boredom; a bloody-handled stress valve. Black and red, with gold embroidery.
His cubicle contained two things: a camera, and a woman. The camera was sleek and sexy. The woman was much less so. She smiled at him, amusement dancing in her eyes-that-had-seen-too-much. A dull spark in a field of rubble. "Let me see your papers?" She asked, extending her hand to take them. She looked over the contents of the folders and nodded once. "Everything seems to be in order, mister... Guu? Now, could you show the audience a - oh."
She stopped, and why was plainly evident. Buu stood, his bare back straight, his coal-black eyes narrowed, with one hand raised. A single short finger extended from his tightly curled fist, the hint of snarl twitching across his lips. But the anger in his face, although something usually only seen in nightmares, was secondary. A single point of pink light, brighter than the sun, burned at the end of the majin's digit, sharp rays of light extending like a starburst from the pinprick of condensed energy. "Me..." Buu chewed out, a vein throbbing in his temple. "Buu.?
"Y-yes! Of course, Mister Buu! I didn't mean to - I... That is... Won't you-?" The woman started and stopped multiple times. Buu could not really blame her. He could only imagine what it was like to be faced with your own pathetic mortality. To know that the Reaper, playing card games with Hades somewhere, still had your exact date of birth and death ready and waiting to be filed. That it could come at any time, even when registering warriors for Dante's Abyss.
The child's scowl deepened. She could not know what she had done in mistaking his name. She could not know that giving him any old label diminished the one thing that he had for sure. A name. An identity.
He gazed into her nervous eyes, glowering. A demonstration of the difference in mortality would suffice. In a sudden movement, he attacked.
The camera's red light gleamed brightly as pink goo exploded in every direction in a miniature nova of sizzling Puttalin. The woman screamed, but Buu was only aware of her fear on an extra-sensory level as his ears were gone, along with the rest of his head. The majin's finger twitched, pointed where his cranium had been an instant before. The energy was spent, leaving only a dripping, melted stump between his shoulders. For a second, nothing happened. Then, with terrible deliberation, Kid Buu's steaming putty began to twitch. There was a sound like fingernails across a balloon as the formless mass rose, twisting and swelling. The child's features stretched and pulled themselves back into existence, the folds of his eyes and mouth coming last. Good as new, he opened his eyes. He grinned at the camera.
The woman pointed to the teleport pad wordlessly. He had the distinct impression that she wanted to get rid of him as quickly as possible. That was alright with him, of course. He stepped to the glowing panel on the floor and turned, still grinning, and swept his gaze over those assembled.
Two legged puppies indeed.
The teleporter hummed, his vision blinked white, and the majin warrior dissolved into flickering white orbs. He was gone.
DA: C Official Sign-Ups and PS Information - Reijin - 11-16-2006
"Transfer the funds, runt!" a jovial older Saiyan laughed, moving a piece along the game board into what he viewed as a winning position.
Reijin yawned loudly as his fingers intertwined themselves around a piece of his own, sliding it across the board with ease into a corner of the board. "Try this maneuver," the Saiyan youth smiled, pointing at the board. His opponent looked at the board a moment, and then suddenly flipped it onto the ground when he realized he had no way to break the lock Reijin had placed him under.
"Dammit, kid, how do you always win this game?" he grumbled, sliding a sloppy mug to the younger warrior and gesturing for thim to drink up. The two were casual acquaintances that had merely met once in the Full Moon Tavern, one of the best pubs on Vejita-sei. Despite Reijin's normal tendency to dislike any around him, he found himself comforted by the bar and its strong drinks after his recent embarressments in tournaments. A man had once bumped into Reijin on his first visit, bragging that noone could beat him in a game of Towers within the Royal City.
Reijin, always willing to try anything that excercised his tactical mind, accepted the challenge. The two had been playing almost nightly since, and the other man had yet to win a game. Everytime that he had thought he'd won, Reijin had simply forced his hand for the previous six moves, causing him to set himself into a losing position.
Shaking his raven hair out of his eyes, the youth grabbed the mug and gave his nameless friend a sharp nod, the two of them slamming their mugs against the table as one before draining them to the bottom in a race. The older Saiyan finished first, slamming the cup down as his other hand sloppily wiped his mouth before emitting a loud belch. His youth betraying him, Reijin slowly brought his own cup down to show that it was empty.
"Aye, drinking. The one game you'll never defeat me in, boy! Ha ha ha!"
"Don't call me 'boy'," Reijin sowerly grumbled, needlessly reminding the man for the thousandth time. "So drinks are on you, old man," he taunted back.
The man laughed again and threw a finger towards a wall, nearly launching his mug into the air doing so. "You see that?" He shook his hand again as Reijin followed it to a new advertisement that had been stapled to the wall. "They call that thing Conquest. Some new tournament on that planet Dante."
Eyebrow raising, Reijin repeated "Dante?" His companion nodded slovenly.
"Yeah. Its the planet that has always held the most ruthless tournaments here." Ignoring the man's gibbering, Reijin reflected upon that which he'd been trying to get away from. Dante. The planet that he'd suffered the defeat at the hands of Raditzu. When he'd literally had the power of a Super Saiyan 3 in his hands... until that hand had been ripped from his wrists. Reijin had encountered one failure after another since then, and he'd yet to understand why. "This isn't just the same Dante either. This is something they are calling Conquest. They don't want it to be confused with the ordinary thing."
Reijin's sharp yet drunken eyes locked onto the older man's own. "What do you mean? How is it different this year?"
The man pointed down at the Towers board. "They aren't replacing the normal Dante's Abyss. They are having that later. This time they are running some special event, something that sounds just like this game here," he spoke loudly, elaborating with every jab at the game board sitting on the floor amidst a jumble of pieces. Reijin's eyes lazily followed, trying to think through his own drink. "Think of yourself as a piece on that board... Think of yourself taking the enemies fortress as your own through strategy and skill that no other can accomplish. Kid, you have one of the sharpest minds I've yet to face!" he said, trying to look serious a moment while haphazardly pointing completely beside Reijin. "I think that you have what it takes to win this thing."
The youth looked down a moment at the board. He had a knack for strategy. He'd always been a tactical genius. He'd even won the Friend or Foe competition and had nearly won the Dante's Abyss tournament a year before. He'd been revered as the best tactician to have entered the field, until the long haired insect Raditzu had taken it from him.
"So are you in?"
Reijin stared at the pieces for a moment, a slight growl of anger escaping his lips. He rose to his feet, throwing his chair back and turned, simply walking off from the man at the table. Reaching the bartender, he grabbed his arm. "Two more shots of Stasis. His tab," he pointed at the man at the table fumbling to pick of the pieces from the floor. The bartender slid him two more shotglasses and Reijin stared at them for a moment, picturing them as himself and Raditzu staring at one another.
He lifted the two into his hands and then smiled a moment. "Cheers," he spoke, tossing his head back and taking both shots at the same time. His insides felt a flame that only his Pyrokinetic ability had matched, and yet his rage at having lost that tournament smothered the entire ordeal for him. As soon as he finished swallowing the last of the poisons, he jerked his head to the side, still not acceptable to the after taste, and then slammed the two glasses together, shattering them into the palms of his hand.
"Hey!" the bartender yelled, looked at the glass as it dropped amidst blood to his tavern floor.
"His tab," Reijin repeated, throwing his thumb over his shoulder to point at the general direction of the man, before stumbling his way out the door, ignoring the blood that dripped from the palms of his gloved hands.
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"Right this way, sir." a man in a Syntech uniform gestured, guiding him down a long hallway of hopefulls. Reijin looked around at each of them, but everyone seemed to fade into each other in a blur. His head echoed each step as a blast from a cannon, thundering out like wardrums of things to come. He groaned internally as he shook his head of things, not entirely sure why he spasmed in such a way, and then looked down at the folder that had been thrust into his hands.
"You say these are all the information regarding this tournament?" he mumbled, wincing as his own voice sent sharp pains through his cortex.
The man gave him an odd stare before speaking suspiciously. "Are you sure that you are the same Reijin that placed second last-?"
Reijin's eyes snapped coldly forth as they locked onto the man's own. "Would you like to know the quickest way that a man can die?" The man jerked a moment in surprise as he felt Reijin's power level begin to rise. "Finish that sentence." the boy continued.
The man shook his head and turned, whispering something into his collar. He turned back to the Saiyan and pointed towards a door. "I assure you that such measures have been taken care of. Right in there, sir," he gestured once more, "you will find another assistant to help you with your admission."
He turned and simply left, ignoring Reijin's glare. Reijin vowed that he'd remember the man's name to repay him the 'kindness' of disrespecting him in such a way, but already his throbbing had caused him to forget the man's face. Sighing dramatically, he stepped through the doorway.
"Greetings, Reijin," a woman smiled at him. It was the same woman as the previous contest, he remembered.
He groaned. "Signups... Take your writing utensils and shove them up your ass!" he growled, glancing at the pen in her jacket pocket.
She laughed a moment after glancing at it and then back at him. "Oh, no sir. We already have your information in the computer so we will not need to place you into such a difficult situation as writing your name again." She was laughing at him. Reijin could not believe his eyes. When his hangover had faded, this entire building would be burnt to the gro- Yet another sharp pain sliced his mind in half causing him to forget what he was even going to say.
He fell to the side against a counter holding onto his pulsing temple and gave her a look that could kill as she simply pulled out a camera. "Alright. Begin showing us what you can do," she chuckled. She knew crowd interest when she saw it, and this was definately it.
Reijin growled as his hair began to rise into the air, attaining a golden hue. Then it suddenly dropped, as he fell to his knees. "Ah, goddammit!" he cursed loudly, striking the air with his fist. He saw a flash, and then quickly looked up. "NO! Dammit, no! Curse you, woman, that will not be the picture used of my ascended fighting skill!"
The attendant quickly set the camera onto the table and checked the computer to ensure that it had uploaded, before grabbing Reijin by the arm, helping guide him to a teletube amidst his curses. "Here is the TPT that you'll be using to meet up with the other combatants," she pointed. She reached into her pocket for a moment, pulling him closer. "Oh, and just between you and me... I'd take this senzu bean to cure that awful headache you seem to be having."
Reijin felt the bean pressed into his hand and he turned and looked at her. "I knew you couldn't turn down my sleek-" He felt himself lose balance as she shoved him into the tube, watching him vanish immediately for the meeting grounds.
DA: C Official Sign-Ups and PS Information - Downy Peach - 11-16-2006
?Jerk!?
A thick leather bible launched itself expeditiously over the Konat's shoulder, much to his disregard. Being a religious salesman wasn't exactly his preferred method of clawing in zeni. In-fact, he used to think he was content with such a job, until he realised; he didn't have the slightest amount of knowledge on pietistic activity whatsoever.
Life couldn't be more menacing if it wanted. Being an off-worlder like himself posed the most daunting of events one could claim, especially for this unfortunate Konat. He'd been intimidated by the end of a carpet knife, wrapped up in sticky tape and left to drown in a canal, and even dragged through a clothing store by some strange blonde bimbo, possibly the most frightening of all occurring of those living nightmares. Her friends had called him ?bunny?, a nickname pretty self explanatory if you saw his protruding ears. They stroked his Mohawk, and asked for his opinion on various colourful and revealing outfits, all of which he replied with a barely audible 'tch...'.
Close combat, was something entirely different from all of those horrific human daytime regularities. It was his finesse, where he shined and stood out from everyone else. He very rarely engaged another individual, with the exception of those that threatened to end his life in the swipe of a blade.
His peculiar ability to form a vigour he liked to call ?ki? was rather obscure, and unbeknownst to their race, at least he thought. It was a visible energy source of blinding light, which usually ranged from a variety of pigments - Tapion's a clear blue. Although, as long as the humans didn't know about it, the torment would drag on for longer, which was something he'd rather rid of. He needed a way to bring himself from them, a way to bloom in their eyes and make them see how unique he was and how much they should admire him as an individual. In a place so desolate as this quiet little village, that wouldn't work.
Tapion continued his stroll across the walkway, submitting to the ravishing ambience the air had to offer. Seemingly, a large row of civilians curved out from the grass, across the path and into the road. There were some people balling their fists, and using profane language to build their way towards the table.
His eyes drew him to a billboard above a wooden stand, it seemed to be leaching most of the life from the village. Tapion could just about discern the words, ?Dante's Abyss: Conquest?. The female in the booth observed Tapion over the crowd of thrusting enlistees, and indicated for him to come closer. How could she see him? Was it his long ears?
He pressed through the crowd and eventually came to the admission table. She offered a small form. His eyes quickly skimmed the application, he vaguely remembered signing something like these the other day for something he hadn't purchased, and then thoughts lead him back to when that group of girls bought bunny outfits to somehow convey a hidden meaning, no doubt something about his ears, again.
?Do you know how to sign one of these?? She handed him a black ink pen.
?Yes, how fucking uncivilised do you humans think I am?? he cursed, snatching the pen.
?Urm, sir, your holding the pen the wrong way around,? came the woman again.
?Alright, how about you stop being so clever, and just step back for a few minutes? My name is Tapion, I recommend you let me fill this out before correcting me once more. Thank you kindly.?
He was only two minutes into the entry form, and a flash caught him off guard.
?What's so spec-fucking-tacular about my appearance that you have to take pictures??
?Sir we must remind you that we need to take these for your application. We aren't being picky, but we prefer to keep you on record so if we need to identify you, we have these.?
Minutes passed hesitantly, they seemed to last for about half an hour. The people behind were shivering with appetence, for some strange reason. Then looking at the female attendant sat at the table, he realised, it had been half an hour. He handed in the sheet quickly, and stood back. The folks behind cheered him on sarcastically, but the Dante's Abyss representative still stood with her hands tightly on her hips, what more did she require?
?The last thing is your fighting ability, if you intend on registering for this event, you must show evidence of some speciality in combat to support your application, otherwise you're going to get butchered without a cause.?
This was starting to sound alluring already. Fighting speciality? If all he had to do was show what he was going to implement into the parade, then he would amuse her slightly by unveiling his confidential to her, and the public. She readied her video camera. This was exactly the thing he needed to pronounce himself to the world, to himself. A bright, steel blue aura projected from his body, stiffening the ends of his hair and polishing his stony teal eyes.
?Do I pass?? he questioned cooly.
The assistant nodded, lost for words; almost choking in her own discredit.
?Go right along to the teleport tube behind us, we'll send your application and...video sample through to the authorities, you've definitely proven you have some form of, talent.?
The pointy-eared warrior continued on to the large, misty, cylindar. Immediately, he evaporated within a flash, and an obscure vacuuming noise, leaving the crowd behind him traumatized.
DA: C Official Sign-Ups and PS Information - Grandpa Gohan - 11-17-2006
The elderly figure known as Gohan wandered through the city. The smug little man heard the noise of thousands of people roaring about; then as he slowly approached the crowd, he could see that it went on for quite awhile in front of him. Gohan slowly began to wander through the crowd, weaving through the long maze with amazing ease. After a short while of ?bobbing and weaving? through the long line of clearly ecstatic people, why they were so excited he didn?t know yet, but he intended to find out. Everyone was going into a building, yet no one was coming out. As he wandered forth into the building, the blandness of everything was depressing.
After a few moments of waiting he finally approached a desk, a blonde woman with bags under her eyes, and obviously frustrated was his receptionist.
?Might I ask what?s going on?? Gohan asked almost timidly.
?You don?t know? The Syntech Corporation will be hosting its latest installment in the fighting reality shows, Dante's Abyss: Conquest. Though it holds the same name as the popular fighting tournament, this is a stand-alone contest.
DA: C will feature thousands of fighters, from all walks of life. They will be placed in armies based off their skills, personalities and lifestyles. They will then, in short, fight to the death. The last army standing wins.?
After the rather long-winded explanation, Gohan decided to go with it; ?So where do I sign up??
?Where do you think you are? This is a registration desk, Ill be taking down your information.?
?Ok? Replied the elderly man, in his usual smug mood he just let her attitude roll off his back and proceeded with the registration.
?Name??
?Gohan?
She scribbled his name down on the registration form, ?Show me some of your abilities.? she trailed off, uninterested in what she was about to see.
The time worn man began to gather his ki into the palms of both hands, a spark of golden light slowly appeared from limbo and started shining, he gather enough of his energy to do a small presentation for the woman, as he rose his arms above his head, the light ball began to grow.
?Masen?? he trailed off.
After a few moments he thrust his arms forward, ?Ko!? and a golden yellow stream of energy poured forth from his hands, and into a desk in the distance.
??Yeah? Anything else?? Muttered the woman, the woman?s? attitude was starting the wear on Gohan?s nerves, which wasn?t something easily accomplish, probably the annoyance of her voice made it worse and the thought of frying her was suddenly seemed to become more and more plausible.
After muttering something under his breath, he placed his index and middle finger upon his forehead. Not feeling as motivated as he was before, he quickly got on with the demonstration. Again, the glow of Gohan?s energy started to flow about his fingers.
?Special beam? cannon!? Gohan announced and again he drove his limb forward, shooting the energy forth, hitting the same point on the desk that he had hit before, pushing the desk out of place.
?Okay? The woman muttered and handed a thick folder of papers to Gohan and directed him left towards the teleportation tube, ?Go in there and you?ll be transported to the meeting grounds, read the rules and try not to die in the first battle?.
Gohan did as he was instructed and took one last look at the crowd of people, then stepped in.
OOC: Uninspired at best, I know. Hopefully it will come easier when Im not doing a joining post xD
DA: C Official Sign-Ups and PS Information - Bardock - 11-17-2006
For the third time in his life, Bardock found himself on the planet Dante. He glanced up, looking where his halo was supposed to be. It faded from sight, but it didn?t matter, because he was still dead. Nobody else had to know that, though. Nobody else was even going to know who he was.
The saiya-jin knew the drill by now. Everyone was required to go up to the counter, sign up, show some flashy moves, take a few pictures, and was sent along their merry way. The check-in station on Dante was rather empty, as most people signed up on other planets and teleported to the main planet, versus signing up on the main planet.
?Name,? the tired attendant asked, lacking any real enthusiasm.
He began to say his true name, but stopped. He hadn?t even thought of a pseudonym yet. The quickest phrase to flash in his mind was one of the last things King Kai said to him: ?A shadow of your former self.?
?Shadow,? he blurted out. He immediately did a mental headshake. Yeah, ?cuz that doesn?t sound gay at all.
But, too late.
Without even questioning the odd name Bardock had given, the attendant typed it in and immediately began filling out the electronic form.
?Demonstrate your ability to fight please,? he continued, bored. Typing a few commands, he adjusted a camera to record the display.
Bardock raised an arm and effortlessly blasted a hole in the wall, and returned the appendage underneath the folds of his cloak. The move itself was very clich?, but it got the job done.
?Aren?t you quirky?? the employee said flatly. He quickly produced a thick folder. ?Rules and regulations. Please read over them carefully. Welcome to Dante?s Abyss: Conquest.?
Bardock resisted the urge to slap some life into the boy. Instead, he glanced around and saw a sign directing people to the VIP Lounge. As he was walking towards it, he suddenly found himself being teleported.
OOC: I?m in from King Kai?s.
DA: C Official Sign-Ups and PS Information - Uno - 11-17-2006
With the red planet in view, Koola and Flemings were returning from Krytaea to Vegeta on the same ship they had used to begin with. Craetor left them with a small reward and departed soon after they defeated Tom, and destroyed the West Tower. He told them that their assistance was no longer necessary, and left to rejoin his Dragonborne brothers.
The changeling duo decided to first return to Vegeta and then come up with a plan of action. It was quite easy to return to the ground, because there were no Changeling ships or fighters. They suddenly retreated and returned to their planets for no apparent reason. Whatever the cause, both Flemings and Koola made it safely to the surface.
Unfortunately, the ship ran out of gas shortly before reaching a nearby saiyan town, and crash-landed both of them into a mountain. It is obvious, Koola thought, that this ship is no longer flyable, even if we retrieved more fuel. So they both hopped out and hoofed it, hoping to get near a city soon.
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After a few hours of walking, Koola and his changeling friend hadn?t found one city or any life at all. Becoming irritated, Koola decided to engage in conversation with Koorsala.
Yo, how is it going? You really showed that wolf-human thing a thing or two. During the fight with Tom, Koola allowed Koorsala to step in. With a few quick moves, she froze him to the ground and stabbed him in the head with her scythe, killing him instantly.
Thank you so very much! I told you I could be of use! Now, what do you have to say to me?
Koola sighed, but happily stated, Thanks, you really saved me back there.
Well, I have to admit, if you we?re so weak, I?d never have to come out and save your sorry ass. At first, Koola laughed at her joke, but then realized that she just put him down.
Now wait just a minute, I could easily whip the floor with you any day of the year.
It?s wipe the floor with you, and no you couldn?t!
Yes I could!
No you can?t!
Yes I can, yes I can!!!
Just then, he saw a small stand titled Dante?s Abyss: Conquests Signups. A short but built man was behind the desk, awaiting strong battlers to compete and enter the tournament. Koola looked at this, and then smiled with joy.
I bet that I can go through that without any of your help.
You?re on!
The changeling duo walked up to the desk, and demanded to enter the tournament. But the man simply shrugged and said, ?I?m sorry, only fighters with extraordinary abilities may enter!?
Without thinking, Both Koola and Flemings had a quick spar with one another. Koola fired a potshot at the smaller changeling friend, who jumped out of the way to the right. He then ran at the changeling prince and tried to execute a roundhouse kick into his face, bu his leg was blocked by Koola?s wrist, who flipped him into circles and finally kicked him down onto the ground. Flemings was stuned, and was offered a hand from his prince, and both stood proud as the man gave them both assess to the telitubes behind him. Zap! And off they were.
ooc: Sorry the ending sucks , it was done at school. btw, Burter, Flemings has joined me. He's an NPC.
DA: C Official Sign-Ups and PS Information - Jeice - 11-17-2006
As Jeice slowly walked through the thick jungle-like terrain, he began to hear the buzzing of many people talking. The red fighter decided he would investigate. As he progressed the branches started to become lighter, until a large clearing was revealed. A large building was now standing in front of him, crowded at the entrance, and people sitting around socializing.
Jeice approached the building and shoved his way through the crowd, entering the building he stopped to look around. There were many desks with people wearing suit-like outfits and recording people?s data. In other corners there were tables filled with what seemed to be other fighters. The red fighter approached one of the more empty desks.
?Hello sir, here you are, just sign your information there and step this way.? A small man implied as he handed Jeice a clipboard with a sheet on it.
?Uhm?excuse me.? Jeice interrupted. ?But what is this??
?These are sign ups for the war, if you are not interested I?m going to have to ask you to step to the side.? The man explained.
?War?what war?? Jeice questioned the man further.
?DA?now are you interested or not sir.? The man replied, now becoming frustrated with all of the questions he was being asked.
?Uhm?yeah I?m interested?? Jeice reluctantly answered.
?Perfect just fill out this form and step to the right, there my colleague will take your picture and you?ll show him what you can do.? He explained as he handed the red warrior a pen.
Stepping off to the side, Jeice looked down at the paper it asked for his basic information, mostly boxes to be checked off with a line at the bottom for his signature. Jeice quickly moved through the form, checking yes and no in their appropriate places, then signing his name at the bottom. He approached the desk once more and handed the man the clipboard. The man held the paper up and momentarily examined it.
?Perfect.? He said. ?He are the rules and regulations this war will go by?you will find the next station a few feet to the right?have a nice day, and good luck.? The man said as he rushed Jeice off to the side and began talking to the next person in line.
As he went to open the regulation folder, he was pulled over to the next station by this little woman. She placed him up against a white sheet with lines to mark off height on it. The she rushed back to the camera.
?Ok?ready?Smile.? She announced as a bright flash blinded the red fighter. ?Turn to the left.? Another flash went off as the red fighter turned. ?Wonderful darling now to the right.? With one last flash Jeice was now seeing spots. ?Fantastic?now just show me what you can do and you?re done.?
The red fighter was puzzled on how to impress this woman; he was inside it wasn?t like he could show her his strongest technique. He simply dropped into a low stance and began to power up. At the sign of his red aura wildly blowing around his body the woman rushed over to him.
?Ok that?ll be enough your good to go, step into one of those tele-tubes whenever your ready? She explained.
As soon as Jeice left the booth he headed for the tele-tube, reviewing the rules on the way. He stepped in and in seconds he was at the meeting grounds.
(OOC: K I signed up, sorry its bad and kinda longer then what you said but I wasnt sure what to write so I tried to include everything you said to.)
DA: C Official Sign-Ups and PS Information - Piccolo Daimoun - 11-18-2006
"Mayday! Mayday!" Daniel began to holler, spinning around in his chair and flicking random components, "An engine has burst! Repeat! An engine has burst! In anyone can hear me, please offer assistance!"
Static rang over the radio. It was simple static until a low hiss broke through, surprising both the pilot and Piccolo Daimoun, who had recently strapped himself to a chair beside him.
"What's going on!?" The jade Namekian screamed, gripped the sides of his chair so tightly they began to pop with his increased power.
Daniel turned to him with a flushed face, beads of sweat falling across his brow as a warning signal beeped loudly. A red flash tinted both their faces as they gazed at each other grimly. "Look, an engine has exploded from prolonged use. Failed. The damn things usually have a coolant system, but that doesn't seem to be functional..."
"So!? What's going to happen?" The elder Namekian asked, leaning in on his chair.
Daniel smirked lightly before replying, "Do you remember crash landing procedures?"
***
A great contest herralded a distant planet, one called Dantes Abyss. Unknown to the players of such a game was an UFO, an Unidentified Flying Object, spinning very awkwardly through the air. Rolling on a predetermined axis, the ship rocketed towards the earth and held peril for any living being that got in it's way.
However, the planet Earth was simply a signup for this tournament, one that seemed to draw Piccolo Daimoun by some force besides coincidence...
Large amounts of smoke billowed from the back of the strange vessel, signalling an unsuccessful combustion of fuel as carbon was released into the atmosphere. The black soot was an omen for failure in the ship, a great problem for the idea and hope of staying airborne...
Piccolo, however, had been thrown from the ship. Another glorius failure surfaced as the atmosphere burnup caused the nose to disintegrate, and trying to hold things together the slug like alien was sent hurtling towards the ground. He landed directly into the sign up line for the bloody contest...
An attendant approached him, poking him eerily, "Uhh...Would you like to be a part of DA?"
Piccolo Daimoun snapped to his feet, his eyes working like fevered animals searching for the ship he was thrown from.
"I bet you do!" The attended exclaimed, pushing a button. Without a moments notice, a machine bopped out from the ground and ran towards the jade Namekian, "Just beat up the machine and step over here..."
The elder Namekian couldn't hear a word, more he focused on the threat that had announced itself to him. He couldn't get over the ringing in his ears, which blinded him to all concious thought.
Unleashing a concentrated blast of ki power, he disentegrated the autobot in a very anticlimatic way. Sighing, a folder was unceremonially handed over to the Namekian warrior, and he was ushered into a test-tube.
"Have fun!" The attended cried, hitting a button. He couldn't hear a word, but knew that test tubes plus surprises seemed to always equal trouble.
(Ooc: Bleh.)
DA: C Official Sign-Ups and PS Information - Broli - 11-18-2006
OOC: Signing up to make it official, sorry for the delay. I?ll PM you the stat sheet tomorrow, Burter.
Broli approached the sign up desk. No timidity was shown in his form as he placed both hands on the wooden table. ?You already know who I am. Just checking in.?
One of the attendants began flipping through files. Finally, he came to one and looked up at the Saiya-Jin with a smile. ?Ah, yes, Broli! Welcome! I?m sure you are eager to get things moving along, so I?ll be quick. All you need to do is fill out this spreadsheet of your information for our records, and then you can move right along to working with Dante. Your co-commander, oh, what was it?? The attendant flipped through more files. ?Ah, King Vegeta! He has already signed up and is awaiting processing. Is there anything else I can do for you today??
Broli shook his head. Taking the statistical spreadsheet, his eyes traced over the warriors that were also signing up. Barely any he recognized, though some he knew he had run into before. There were literally hundreds of people involved, Syntech having evolved their tournaments into an event such as this where thousands of fans would watch regardless of any questions to morality or ethics.
As he took his leave, Broli thought about the events ahead of him. He had not participated in anything of this scale since a Syntech event known as Dante?s Abyss 2004 years before, an event he had shamefully won through being manipulated by a virus. Even so, he did not expect to lose. He had victory in his sights, and it was victory that he planned on fighting tooth and nail for.
Shaking his head, Broli left the sign-up booth and made his way to the teletubes. He needed to track down King Vegeta. There was much to plan for, much indeed.
DA: C Official Sign-Ups and PS Information - Dantes - 11-18-2006
Dante's Abyss: Conquest
All Fighters Welcome
?A perfect place for a saiya-jin elite,? Nappa thought as he read the banner that had been posted on a random house in the capital city of Vegeta. He and Bun had just returned from a battle only to find that someone is holding a massive tournament of sorts. It was one of the luckiest days of his life, he had just received his bloodline power and now he?d be able to show it off in a tournament.The two companions continued to walk deeper into the war torn capital in search of the sign up area. Nappa could tell that Bun was still severally fatigued, so he kept the pace fairly slow. But they didn?t have to walk far before they came to a large one-story building, with the same banner from before placed above it?s swinging door.
?Seems like this is the place,? the blue haired alien implied.
Nappa nodded in agreement, then the two warriors entered through the swinging doors. The inside of the sign-up building was fairly plain, sporting a desk, many chairs, and in the corner a small teletube. At the desk was a fairly shot woman, checking off papers with a stamper. She seemed stressed, but Nappa rang the bell anyway.
?May I help you sirs?? asked the attendant.
?Yeah were here to join this thing, so sign us up,? the massive bald fighter replied.
?Name and other information please?? she asked, pulling out to manila folders from a drawer to her left.
?I am Nappa, saiya-jin elite,? the saiya-jin answered, getting somewhat annoyed.
?Good, good. Now I need to see a sample of your attacks please,? the attendant asked politely.
Nappa sighed, he was still fatigued from the battle with Pataton, but he nodded to the lady in agreement. ?Bun to do mind being a bunny for a moment?? he asked.
?Yeah, whatever,? the blue haired alien replied.
The saiya-jin warrior lowered himself into his fighting position, then with a howl Nappa lunged forwards. Bun was waiting for him, and the two collided a few feet away from the lady at the desk. The elite launched a massive physical combo at his companion, placing punches with an immense speed and accuracy. His companion was having trouble, but he managed to block each attack.
Quickly Nappa ended his barrage, and with nimble feet leapt backwards a few feet. ?Burning Attack!? screamed the bald warrior, flailing his hands in an array of motions. A massive yellow beam burst from within the open palms of the giant, swirling in place for a moment before launching itself forwards.
The speed of the blast blew the many chairs backwards, and against the wall. Right before the attack reached the guarding Bun, Nappa released the attack.
?Well is that good enough?? the giant questioned.
?It?ll do, now what about you sir. I need your information.? The attendant explained, handing Nappa the manila folder and pointing towards the teletube in the corner.
(OOC: Planet Vegeta)