Day One: Evening

[Bujin]

?So?how?ve you been?? Bujin was fishing for a conversation topic, and he sort of stumbled upon that question. The pair had been walking through an assortment of surprising scenery ? trees and grass ? and hadn?t talked since they initially met in the duration of the game. Apparently, his awkward opener had sparked a meaningful conversation.

?I shot a woman in the face, like I said,? Celipa stated simply, giggling after finishing the rest of her summary, ?It was pretty gruesome.?

That?s creepy, Rae inserted with a small laugh.

?Quiet,? Bujin whispered angrily to the voice. Celipa glanced at the small man for a few seconds before placing her eyes on the path before them. Bujin continued with a nervous chuckle, ?I know you owned a chick, but outside of the game? We didn?t have time before the game.?

Celipa merely laughed and nodded in agreement. Bujin winced as he remembered what had happened before they got dragged to the Pregame barracks. His memory was scattered, and the hangover was still there, but he clearly remembered fabricating a story that consumed their entire conversation. Normally, he wouldn?t have given his complete lack of respect to a female the time of day, but for some reason, he felt bad. Shrugging, he decided to let it go and wait for an answer.

?I traveled. That?s about it,? She answered nonchalantly, ?How about yourself??

Bujin smirked and remained silently temporarily. What could he tell her? He could tell her that he was stranded in the middle of frickin? Africa. He could tell her that he got hit by a car immediately after she left. The fact that he got captured soon after was an even better story ? all of that was even remotely believable. However, if he told her that he hit his head so hard that he was starting to hear voices, and that he named them and talked to them regularly, would she believe him. Much more importantly, would she judge him? Bujin needed all the help he could get, and spooking his only tangible friend in the game was not a risk he was willing to take.

?I?ve been busy. I?ve had?company.?

[Tobias]

For such a small hole the ki left, Garlic felt like a walking wound. His tiny legs half stumbled along through the unkempt grass of the cemetery, taking him... where? Away from death he hoped.

?A bone yard. How appropriate.? He thought his chuckle sounded weak, bereft of its usual flippancy. Lacking in in what made him Garlic Junior. He was sweating now, and his legs were aching. Damn tall grass and damn rain bringing in its humidity. He was used to hovering everywhere, not forcing his way through a foot of damp vegetation. But he couldn't stop. His eyes kept darting at shadows, ears twitching at the local vermin scuttling by. His nose... there was that damnable smell again. Ozone with a sweet twinge. Something shuffled behind him... something big. He fled; each footstep invoked a new curse as he darted for safety. Garlic's breath came deep as he pressed his back against a 10 foot stone monolith. He pressed his cheek against it, edging for the smallest bit of eyesight around the corner. He welcomed the cold of the steel plate, almost as much as the relief when he found the courage to look all the way around.

?Mrrow.? A cat shuffled out from the bushy weeds, staring at Garlic and speaking in a very matter-of-fact mewl. ?Mow. Mrrrow.? A cat. He jumped at a cat. The thing just stared at him with its big eyes, shimmering slightly in the gloom.

?What?? The goblin spread his hands to emphasize what he was saying to the animal, ?I don't have any food for you, go eat a rat or something.? The grey and black tabby began rubbing itself against his leg.

?Shoo, beggar. Go get a job.? He gave the thing a nudge with his shoe. A mrow later he was back to rubbing.

?You were the noise, huh?? Garlic turned toward his bag. Maybe the thing liked mango. ?My nerves are shot to hell. I-? A jolt of terror shot through him. Bardock stood there tall, leveling his gun at him ready to shoot. ?Holy shit...? But the shot never came. The terror passed and so did the image of Bardock. In its place stood the statue he hid behind. It was a life sized Saiyan, tail and all, on top of a block pointing a gun at what Garlic assumed was its likenesses' own grave. That gun was odd, almost like a musket era pistol. The Goblin looked at the guy's name plate, still steamed up from when he pressed his sweaty face to it, and wiped it clear.

?Letis 'Black Powder' Gregi, third annual Dante's Abyss Champion.? Garlic looked at the tabby and grinned. ?This guy looks a lot like that fagot who shot me. Hair's a little shorter though.?

?Mew,? the cat replied. Garlic stared at the stone man for a while, then drew in a deep breath and sighed. A drip of sweat fell of his noes to join the earlier day's rain.

?I think its time for an offensive. This isn't me. Cat... well,? the goblin glanced at the looming Saiyan statue and looked back at his feline stalker with a glint in his eye, ?Letis. Lets go and kill someone.?

[Kami]

The dusty chess board was a suprise find among the boxes and other storage containers within the lighthouse. Kami and Captain Jack seemed content to stay put for the time being, but not sensing any urgent need to venture outwards. They both had plans to carry out for this little scuffle and running out first thing and getting all beat to hell wasn't part of those plans.

Jack was keeping himself busy going through boxes and cupboards, endlessly searching for another bottle of rum. Kami knew the pirate was far more than he appeared, so he kept an ear on him just incase. He assumed the pirate was doing just as much if not more.

With a deep breath Kami knocked the dust away from the board and set it down on the table. Jack saw what the Namek was doing and paused from his rum search for a moment. 'What ya got there mate?" Jack said as he swaggered over to the Namek.

"It's a chess board. I don't feel much like fighting at the moment, and you don't look much like you do either. It'll help pass the time and keep our minds focused." Kami started setting up pieces.

"I dunno mate, I'd much rather keep drinkin'." Jack rested his trusty bottle on the table top. "But it does beat doing nothing." He moved one of the pawns on his side forward.

"So I'd assume you're familiar with the game then?" Kami moved one of his own pieces and took a seat.

"Naturally, we pirates don't spend all our time at sea pillaging, plundering or otherwise running the ship. We get other flithy skalliwags to do that for us." Jack moved another piece along the board. Both were already in a rather strategic mood because of the game surrouding them and with each passing move the chess board began to resemble the island they resided upon.

Slowly the conversation halted and their thoughts drifted away from the game at hand, more so towards the direction they each hoped to take this tournament and their reasons for being there.

Kami simply wanted a good fight, and if he won, all the better. He wasn't so sure about Jack's motives, but for the time being it wasn't a bad thing to have him around. The chess pieces shuffled around the board again and again. Each move calcuated often in advance.

"You see," Jack began, "The thing about playing with a pirate..." he made another move and took one of Kami's pieces, "is that you never know what we'll do next."

Kami chuckled to himself. Jack gave him a curious look, "Is that because you're unpredictable, or you just make things up as you go along?"

[Burter]

Face to Face

Goku Jr

Olibu

A young saiyan needed some type of athletics to keep going. This camping and relaxing all day just didn't do it for the boy, and things were getting boring. As he sat and counted bread, he began to consider his options.

The blonde man that had befriended him and put his trust into him was stirring. Goku Jr carefully clutched his pistol as he smirked.

A child's man is a terrible thing. They can only think of one thought at a time...and there's no changing it. Goku Jr didn't think of the consequences, just the fun of the strike.

Olibu was just getting up. He yawned and stretched, then turned. "How's it going, buddy?" He asked. When he opened his eyes, he paused. Junior stood with the pistol up, hands around it. "Goku?"

The shot fired and caught right in his broad chest. Eyes bulged and mind reeled as he felt the ki blast into him. Another shot fired right next to it, causing him to fall back and thud on the ground, cursing himself in his head.

The boy moved forward quick just in case. As he did, Olibu's hand rose and a flash of ki erupted, knocking GJ backwards and cutting into his torso. He placed his feet on a trip and jumped back. "HAAA!"

Olibu was beyond confused. He had thought there was a connection...why would his friend act like this? Just when he thought he had found the one light on this island...

Goku Jr blasted the ki pistol, and a hole appeared in Olibu's forehead.

#01 Olibu DEAD

34 Remain

Goku Jr can take the basketball if he wants

He's been blasted in the torso. Minor injury

[Paragus]

The sun of Dante had almost completely faded into obscurity. The small jade colored creature was following the trio as if he too was a member of the group. The warrior assembly had come upon a small clearing in the dense forest of the jungle. Growls poured from the throat of the tiny alien being.
Para didnt understand what it was saying, but it looked like it was ready for combat.

The saiyan elder halted and looked around the area. It was a perfect place to rest for the time, but they would have to go on the hunt again to avoid becomign the hunted themselves. The red warrior looked downtrodden behind him. Tiny specs of mino?s blood could still be seen in his milky white hair. The other warrior, Yamu, surveyed the landscape making sure it was acceptable.

?So, about here.? The saiyan asked.

?Seems fine to me.? Yamu quickly responded settling down on a smoothed boulder.

?I don?t care where we stop as long as we stop.? Jeice gasped as he dropped on a seat of his own.

That was all the aged saiyan needed to hear. His bones werent as young and limber as his comrades. He sat down with a long dragged out sigh. It felt good, the only point during the entire day in which he felt that way. In a once hectic game, there seemed to be a moment of tranquility. Crickets played their songs in the backround as the three men sat in sort of a misshapen triangle.

Though the outside Paragus was calm and at rest, his insides were going a mile a minute. His mind couldnt help, but still ponder what had happened at the hill with Yamu. The blue giant seemed to leave the bald headed combatant in a state of paralysis.

?KRAKOW!?

The dwarfish seedling disrupted Para?s thought process. The saibaman was all set for anything sent his way which was good because they needed all the help the could get, for nightfall is the most dangerous time on Dante.