Day One: Early Morning

[Burter]

Day One
Midnight - 6:00 AM

"Ladies and Gentlemen," came a voice on the intercom in the VIP Room. "It's Karl Jak here! I hate to interupt, but we are above the island. The game will begin in 20 seconds! Your location will be marked on your map! Good luck!"

It was dead night on the island. The only sounds in the distance were crickets chirping in the forests.

Until the thirty warriors were teleported to random locations.

"Can everyone hear me?" Came Karl's voice on the megaphones across the island. "Welcome to your new home for the next seven days! Here is all you need to know:

Find each other. Kill each other.

If a winner is not found in seven days...nobody wins! So let's not let that happen, kay? Good luck, kiddies!"




The game is on. Probably a lot of fights gonna happen as groups find each other and the number of parties lessen. With that in mind, probably not a whole lot of deaths today, even if we have lots of fights...but I'm sure someone will fall victim =o

Basically, what I mean is: I'll be going easy on eliminations because I know right now there are 30 different travelling parties, and fights are inevitable. However, that won't stop me from killing your character if you're really outclassed.

Anyway, it's gonna be night time. The moon will gradually go down as the sun threatens to come up towards 6:00 AM. Collars are officially activated.

Remember, don't go too crazy on RPs. I'm all for reading, but don't make my head explode. I'd rather read four small roleplays then a novel.

[Retane]

**BEFORE DA START***
He entered the building with after overhearing a bit about some of the . He looked around finding a map ahead of him and studied it closely. It had various areas and exhibits marked and highlighted, like the Hall of Champions, and The Making of The Abyss, but he desired answers of the past. He saw that the closest area that may have some clue to what he wanted to know wasn't far and quietly took off in the direction, his boots only making faint taps, even hard for his own hearing to detect.

He wanted to know, what it was all really about, this Dante Abyss. He wanted to know if it was a game? Or was it perhaps actually real? The physical pain had been real both times he had found himself wondering asbout in the Abyss. He had even spewed forth the salty water from his eyes last time. Crying over the loss of Tapion, his old comrads younger brother. It had been the first time he had ever felt ant real caring emotion to anyone, and he was unsure if he so liked it.

Emotion was after wll, for weak, was it not?

Retane entered the Hall of '07 and his eyes were attracted to the statue of himself up ahead and to his right. He approached the statue noting that all the competitors of last years event were alligned along the walls stretching down to the end. He noted Tapion, Raspbery, Android 15, Pikkon, Zangya, Minoshia and a few others had been among the statues but found the need to stare uopon himself.

The lifelike statue had the emerald feind, his cloak, frozen in time, as it had been flapping in the air. His eyes seemed to depict hatred and pain while his visage was a snarl. In his hand, pointing outward, was the nail gun that he had started with in '07. Something was familiar about this statue and Retane knew what it was.

It was just after he had unlocked the legendary SNS, and was going after Jeice and Paragus for the 'death' of Tapion.

He didn't avert his eyes, but instead pondered that it was caring emotion that had caused the new found power. Did this mean that caring emotion wasn't a weakness?
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After a long stare into his mirrorred image, and many long moments of trying to decipher what and why it had happened, Retane turned and contunued down the hall. He noted, as he passed their statues, that Minoshia had a visage of hatred and annoyance and Tapion had a smile and a look of innocence.

Just as he had remembered them.

The emerald feind paused before exiting the other end of the hallway, noting a plaque of "First's".

First Killed Android 15 by Retane.

Retane noted there was a computer and projector beside it, but didn't need to watch it. He rememberd all to well how he and Tapion had comforted the small android and then put a nail in his coffin, or head more matter o' factly.

But Retane didn't smile at the memory, but in stead moved on, exiting the hall, and moving into a smaller area, that connected to an adjacent hallway, The Hall of '06. Retane entered it and found it being of the same structure, with statues alligned on both sides. The mercenary stared in awe as memories of who he once was flushed him with the emotionless bastard he ahd been known to be. Statues of Bulma, Olibu, Nappa, Androind 20 and Krillin were all here.

Nappa was the closest, and Retane noted that he stood proud, and indignant as a statue, but remembered all to well, the shock on his face as te Ace of Spades had slid cleanly into his throat. Bulma, who was nearby, has a similiar cockinessness about her, but Retane never got the chance to kill her. Murasaki, an old comrad that he ahd met later on had done it for him. Olibu was te next he found staring into, the one who was outraged of his betrayal. Bulma had informed te male of their plans and in respect, and irony, Retane died by that same card, allowing Nappa and his murderer to share te same fate.

Still Retane had no questions answered yet, though and moved on to Minoshia to see a stern visage. Always the stern one, Retane thought, but moved on to himself.

The Retane of '06 stood life like, with a wicked smile upon his face, holding in one hand, the deck of cards, and in the other, Ace of Skulls. Retane remembered then how calculating and solo he had been that year, and only gave a sigh, wondering how he had changed so much over the year.

Who was he now? How had he changed this time around? Was he still evil and dark and the mercenary that he once was? He was positive he was still so.

'Sir, it is time to start."

Retane turned to see a Soldier there and gave a nod.

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He looked about as he was placed in his area. He crouched low as he began to dig into his bag when the usual Karl Jax's voice boomed across the area. Retane haphazardly listened as he found the usual compass, food, canteen, map and his item. He pulled it out and held it in front of his face. It was useful.

But with it, he'd need to use his hands as weapons, and right now he didn't have a problem. He still had questions and he desired answers. And someone was going to help him understand.

[Burter]

Face to Face

Bubb Rubb, Retane

There was only one tree within Bubb Rubb's eyesight. Though he wasn't exactly an expert camper, he could tell that while he was stuck in the desert under the moonlight, his best bet was going to be hiding under that single tree. Aside from that and occasional bush, there were no hiding places. Just cliffs, desert and rock. This place was going to suck when the sun came up.

He took a look over the small cliff where his tree was settled. It was about a twenty foot drop. Doable in the event of an emergency, but not a drop he was planning on braving anytime soon.

Bubb put the gloves from his bag on his hands and wrapped chains around both of them, keeping them steady and fly. "Aw, yea," he told himself, "Now this is badass."

He had seen the show, and he knew he stood no chance against the warriors that were typically chosen. But just the fact that producers had picked him must have meant they felt he had some kind of chance to go far. If he couldn't beat them, he would have to outsmart them.

But there was just no outsmarting people like Retane.

"Hey," came a low voice.

Immediately, Bubb Rubb spun around to see the dark-skinned namekian with a frown, as if disappointed by what he had come across. Any fan of Dante's Abyss knew who he was. While he was never a fan favorite, Retane was known far and wide as one of the meanest players to ever play DA. And now Bubb Rubb was standing in front of him, face to face.

Retane raised a hand in the air and summoned a small amount of ki. Bubb let out a quick, "Oh, shi-" before the blast erupted from the green palm, nailing him in the chest. He flew backwards, slamming back-first into the dead tree, snapping his head back into it and then falling flat on the ground, coughing.

"Pathetic," Retane said, rolling his eyes. He moved forward and raised a hand in the air, balling it into a fist. "Is this the kind of trash they're sending to Dante, now?" With a grunt, he smashed his fist down onto Bubb's face, cracking him back to the ground.

Bubb Rubb again stumbled to his knees, only to take one of Retane's feet right in the face, causing him to fall on his back. Retane again walked forward, starting to channel some energy in his palm to finish the rodent once and for all. However, a random CLINK sound from under Bubb Rubb, and a flash of steel rang up towards Retane.

Three claws slashed across his green face, slicing skin right off. "Fuck!" Retane shouted, falling backwards.

"WOO WOO muthafucka!" Bubb Rubb screamed gleefully. He threw his bag forward with his other hand, smacking Retane in the face and knocking him down. "Ha! How do you like that, bastard?!"

Retane coughed again as he stumbled to his hands and knees. "So what were you planning on doing after you did that?" He asked, looking up. The namekian stood again, smirking. "Did you even think that far ahead?"

Bubb backed up. Even his weapons, the two gloves with three claws extending outwards at will, were going to be no match for Retane.

The sand began to brush across the desert. Retane's eyes started to glow as his energy formed a glow around his body. "Why do you bother fighting?" He asked, his normally hoarse voice going into an even deeper growl. "You're not fit to be in the Abyss."

Bubb Rubb still remained standing though, even going as far as to release the other claws from his opposite glove. "My momma didn't raise me to run like a bitch," he said behind a scarred face.

The black man threw his fists forward, slicing the claws towards Retane. However, in his powered state, Retane looked like he was hardly moving as he dodged the slices and dices. Bubb felt his arm getting gripped, squeezing down to the bone and then tossing him around. When he was released, Bubb Rubb landed hard, face first into the dead tree, causing him to awkwardly spin and land on his front side.

Retane walked forward along the edge of the cliff. He raised up both hands, setting his palms together. Green energy began to form along his fingertips, floating gracefully to the center of the palms. Then, just as he started to release...he dropped.

"Shit!" Bubb shouted as the ground under Retane suddenly let free. The namekian grabbed the edge of the cliff, using his feet to keep him steady on the cliff wall. "Here!" Bubb shouted, not totally sure what he was doing. "Grab my hand!"

Retane looked at him curiously. "...Do you even know...who I am?" He asked as he struggled.

"My momma taught me better then that, now grab my fucking hand, bro!"

Seeing no other option, Retane grabbed on and jumped up as Bubb Rubb pulled him up from his position. The namekian rolled forward onto his feet. "Thanks," he said, looking back.

Bubb Rubb stood up. "No problem. I'm just looking for ya. WOO WOO, as I always say."

"Well...this is what I always say," Retane offered.

Then he punched him.

30 Remain

Retane has a three-clawed slash mark going across his face. Story injury

Bubb Rubb has a broken leg, in addition to bruises all over his body and face. Major injury, uncurable.

Retane can either let Bubb wake up and join with him, or take his bags and weapon (three-clawed gloves)

Retane is tired for 24 OOC hours for SNS

[Talys]

The teleportation process may have been the most interesting experience of Talys' life. The trip should have simply been an uneventful shift of setting, a quick blur of his sight and it would be over. Due to a misplaced yawn, though, it became a twisted sensation of inhaling stuffy ship air, followed by a combination of nothingness and his own innards, and finally a cool night air.

"What the fuck!?" Talys stumbled side ways on the convex plain he appeared on and gasped for breath. "Oh. . ."

The warrior looked up suddenly after making sure his body's need was met and was taken aback by what he saw. He had appeared on what seemed to be a large hill over looking much of the island and it was, for lack of a more manly word, beautiful. From his point of vantage, the raven haired fighter could see the entire island in all of its varied landscape.

"Well damn," he muttered, passing his gaze from a far-off forest to the distant shore and then to the crumbling desert in the south. Then with a sick grin creeping onto his face, "It's almost a pity that this place is set as the stage to our twisted performance. . .This could be a lot more fun than I anticipated."

The lean man's attention was then turned towards the bag that he had dropped in his near suffocation.

"I wonder what they've given me anyway. . ." he knelt down and unzipped the package. "Let's see, food and water. . .not enough to ration over the entire competition healthily, though. . .These bastards know how to make life interesting. . .I'll have to at least kill one person to live in relative comfort. . .A map, a compass and. . .Oooh, a scouter. That should be useful."

He clipped the device into position flipped it on. He turned his attention back to the sack and was surprised at what he saw.

"You've got to be fucking kidding me. . .This is my weapon?"

The warrior lifted up a smaller, black zip bag with a large logo stamped onto the front. He slowly undid the zipper with a look of disbelief spreading across his face. Within the case was a thin plastic frame which divided the inside into several sections, the most spacious of which held a large, dark gray, rectangular box. The others contained several objects of similar shape, though much smaller.

"A game boy? This fucking kicks ass!"

A child-like glee spread across the hardened man's face.

"Bomberman? Super Mario? Fucking Pokemon Red? Hells yeah!"

The warrior let out a cackle and walked down the hill, his mind suddenly full of conflicting emotions. The laughter continued as the Pokemon theme music bounced out of the tiny speakers of his new toy and went on, still, as he stumbled down the hill until he nearly lost control.

The unknown Talys in a great tournament full of fighters hundreds of times stronger than himself and he was armed with what? A Gameboy. As the moment weighed down on him, he realized that keeping this light hearted air may be difficult.

OOC: Hehe, had a bit of a crazy moment at the end there, but it's two in the morning and I don't think I wrote it right. . .

[Warako]

"Ladies and Gentlemen," came a voice on the intercom in the VIP Room. "It's Karl Jak here! I hate to interrupt, but we are above the island. The game will begin in 20 seconds! Your location will be marked on your map! Good luck!"

Warako shook in anticipation; he hadn’t been this excited since Queq had given up on smacking the young Namekian upside the head. “Time to party in paradise,” sang a joyous Warako who was beginning to slightly dance in his sitting position.

“20, 19, 18…” counted the Namekian as he waited for the teleportation to happen, the thought of being on such a soothing island to relax after saving the Universe was more than the Savior could comprehend.

In an instant, the Namekian had been transported to the rugged dirty ground of apparently the Paradise Island. “Oh, fuck this game,” whined Warako who stood up and began to dust himself off with his scaly fingers, “I have the worst luck.”

"Can everyone hear me?" Came Karl's voice on the megaphones across the island. "Welcome to your new home for the next seven days! Here is all you need to know:

Find each other. Kill each other.

If a winner is not found in seven days...nobody wins! So let's not let that happen, kay? Good luck, kiddies!"

Warako’s head dropped, he had been tricked. Here he saw an ex-ally on some electronic billboard machine dancing on a nice luscious green island dubbed Dante’s Abyss, when in actuality it was nothing but a destroyed city.

“God damn hooded guys keep fucking with me,” bitched Warako who grabbed his honorary gift bag from Karl Jak and began wandering around in the darkened ruins. “I was practically violated by Giant Scorpions and Hooded Guys, like anything worst can happen to me here.”


(Short and Vulgar, just like myself.)

[Bardock]

“Shh shh shh!” Kayley shushed, waving at her boisterous companions. “It’s starting!”

“Do you think they’ll do any good?” Smitty wondered. His face was screwed up in a grimace, remembering his old days at war.

“Don’t know. We’ll just have to watch and see,” Sky shrugged, sinking back into the couch of the common room.

“I think they’ll do really well!” Briggs chimed in.

“Do try to clean up after yourselves during this broadcast,” Hawkins, the onboard A.I., reminded.

“GOOOO CAPTAIN!! GOOOO VIOLET!!” Kayley cheered, pumping her fists vigorously. “YEAAAHHHHHH!!”

“Calm down, Kayley. It hasn’t even been two minutes yet,” Sky said. The one-eyed first-mate didn’t even flinch as she angrily turned on him.

“Can it, Cyclops! I’ll scream if I want to!!” she proclaimed fiercely.

Sky chuckled to himself, turning his attention back to the screen as the show finished displaying its dramatic opening. The crew of the Iron Knuckle all sat fixated as one by one, the Dante’s Abyss contestants began their bloody battle to the top.

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Bardock never made it to the barracks, but that didn’t really matter now. He was HERE.

Long forgotten was the messy table piled high with empty trays once filled with nachos, onion rings, and sliders. Bardock’s vision carefully adjusted to the blackness of night, and he could hear the sounds that indicated his environment. A duffel bag, though he had not grabbed one, had been teleported beside him. The saiya-jin gave a quick scan around, looking for movement and feeling naked without the use of his Ki Sense. Feeling nothing, Bar unzipped the bag and began rummaging through it, the first priority to get the scouter on. The screen whirred to life, and the fighter quickly customized the settings on the standard model. Proximity readings were enabled, followed by a few personal preferences, and finally, the saiya-jin hit the tiny little flashlight so he could read in the dark. The odds of someone finding him immediately after drop-down were slim to none, so he need not fear detection for a decent length of time. As per usual set-up, Bardock scanned the map, noting that the terrain and placement of landmarks was somewhat different this go around. He downloaded it visually into the scouter so he could have instant access to it at any point in time. Next, he reached in, fingers wrapping around the object that had to be his weapon. He pulled it out, eyes lighting up. There was no mistaking what this weapon was. It was so gloriously straightforward. Bardock balanced it in one hand, and then the other, testing it out. This was going to be fun. He could hardly wait to try it out on somebody.

Bardock zipped up the duffel and slung it over his shoulder, having no need for anything else. He gripped his weapon tightly in the other hand and started moving forward. A strong sense of nostalgia overwhelmed him. This place felt like home, in so many ways. All of the stress and confusion was washed away, leaving him to feel like a calm sea after a violent storm. Things were as they should be. He and so many others were trespassing this unholy ground, just waiting for an opportunity to strike down anyone foolish enough to cross paths. Bardock wasn’t even yet bothered by the annoying and flamboyant voice of their overly-feminine host.

For the next seven days, or as long as he was alive during the competition, it was going to be pure bliss. A surge of excitement pumped radically through his veins, and Bardock quickened pace, eager to find his first fight.

[Zangya]

“Ladies and Gentlemen,” said a voice that was distinctly the homosexual tone of the lovely host, “It's Karl Jak here! I hate to interrupt, but we are above the island. The game will begin in 20 seconds! Your location will be marked on your map! Good luck!”

Her landing this year was a bit more graceful than last, because this time, she was expecting it. 12:00 midnight on the dot, everyone disappeared from the Barracks and were immediately thrust onto the surface of the planet Dante; Zangya appeared first, and found herself skipping down from the air, landing lightly on what would have proven to be a rough landing otherwise. The girl’s feet touched the coarse dirt as gently as possible, and Zangya carefully regained her balance. She looked about, and then reached into the side pocket of her satchel—she was in the badlands, she assumed. Ah, well. Knowing how fast this game moved, she wouldn’t be here for long. After all, people were already moving. The carnage was set to begin any moment now.

The Ader-jin was calm, though. Excited, but calm. She was more confident this year than the last, and didn’t really expect to die so early. No one could find her this early, after all; she was a good half of a square mile away from any other fighters right now, so encounters were the least of her worries. No. Now, she had to focus on her game plan. She sat down on an irregularly tall boulder, and pulled the satchel off of her shoulder and plopped it into her lap. The jade-skinned former bounty hunter reached in and fiddled around with the contents of the bag.

There it was. The weapon. She pulled it out, and just looked at it. It was absolutely amazing, much better, much more epic and large-scale than her previous weapon, a pathetic ki pistol. The girl smirked and stuffed it back into her bag, feeling even more confident having seen that thing. It had perked her up considerably back in the barracks, and now that she was actually in the competition, it was making her ecstatic. Stay calm, Zangya, stay calm, she tamed herself, and then proceeded to stuff the map back into her bag. She kicked her feet playfully, looking around for a way to go.

She didn’t care—her ecstasy had robbed her of reason for the time being, and so she felt like being spontaneous, so she jumped quickly from her rock, and started off in one direction, letting her feet carry her happily through the badlands. She wouldn’t even let herself know where she was going, so she just felt one thing—wherever her feet felt compelled to take her, she would let them take her there.

ZZAP!

The green-skinned warrior tripped at the shock that pulsed up and down her neck. “Don’t move yet,” she could hear coming through a tiny speaker in the collar. “Can everyone hear me?” Karl Jak said flamboyantly from the megaphones that littered this isolated isle on Dante, “Welcome to your new home for the next seven days! Here is all you need to know: Find each other. Kill each other. If a winner is not found in seven days...nobody wins! So let's not let that happen, kay? Good luck, kiddies!”

Zangya stood, recovering from the slight—but surprising—shock she had felt from the collar. She reached up to the device and massaged it. She supposed it was their beloved host’s way of keeping them in line. On a short leash, as they said. The man was nitpicky about his competition, that was for sure. It took a minute before Zangya had the nerve to move again, and when she did, she did it cautiously. That shock, the electrical wave that had slipped precariously down her neck, was killing her. Already she had felt pain. Already her sense of euphoria was slipping. She was on the move again, but one comment had lingered in her mind ever since Karl Jak had uttered it.

Find each other, kill each other.

Dante’s Abyss 2008 had begun.

[Paragus]

Just another day, just another adventure. The saiyan elite wasn’t in the barracks for mere seconds before being whisked away into the wonderful world of Dante’s Abyss. Para felt as though he was jumping from one crazy scenario to another. Just a week ago the saiyan was risking his life battling against an alien menace and now he is risking his life for reality tv supremacy.

“Here we go again right?” Para said aloud to himself.

The elderly saiyan moaned as he plopped onto the ground. He unhooked his backpack and opened it up. Para peered inside the bag to view its ever so desirable contents. The first thing he pulled out was a loaf of bread. Para was happy to see this seeing as he lost most of his lunch traveling through the tele-tube. He took a quick chomp out of the hunk of bread. It was a little hard around the outside, but nice and fluffy on the inside. Para knew not to eat the whole thing because a couple of days from now, that hardened piece of bread will look like a steak.

He took a swig from his water filled canteen and fell backward. The soft ground cushioned his fall. He placed both his arms behind his head and gazed up at the sky. He couldn’t imagine that millions of people around the universe were about to tune in to watch him take a nap. He smiled at the thought of being a real excitement spoiler. Though most people were probably sprinted throughout the island hell bent on survival, the saiyan knew that the real action wouldn’t start till later. For now it seemed safe.

The waves crashing against the shore slowly rocked the old guy to sleep. The chirps of early birds and the buzzing of insects actually made the island look tranquil. The saiyan wrapped his arm around his backpack for dear life and he made sure not to slip into to deep a sleep because this still was the Abyss, its never what it seems to be.

OOC: A little something something

[Talys]

"Hehe, 'Rival Douche sends out Venisaur'. . .what an ass hole. . ."

Talys looked up from his children's game as he walked across the uneven ground. He must have been walking for several hours without sight of a single other competitor. It was almost depressing. The warrior couldn't imagine how boring it would be if he didn't have his game to keep him-

"What the fuck? I blacked out?" The man's hazel eyes wandered back to the small, faintly green screen before him and he flipped the plastic switch to 'off'. "This sucks."

The childish human removed the hard, plastic cartridge from the system and casually flicked it towards a nearby tree where he planned to rest. He was surprised, however, to hear the crack of wood and to witness a branch fall from the tree. Sudden regret washed over him and he ran towards the target. Pokemon seemed to suddenly be a necessity to his life and if that cartridge was broken. . .

"Oh thank God. . ." Talys breathed as he reached the tree and found the red piece of plastic laying whole on the ground. A startled look crossed his face and picked up the game and the tree branch. "Not a scratch. . .Nintendo knew what they were doing. Maybe this thing will be worth more than entertainment. At least I can hunt without causing a fuss. But what game do I risk losing?"

The competitor collapsed against the base of the tree to contemplate this difficult decision and was again startled by what he saw.

"The ocean?" He blinked several times, but the sight before him would not go away. "No, no. . .that can't be. It looked way too far away from up there. . ."

Talys looked over his shoulder towards the hills he had appeared in with a puzzled expression. From there he turned his head towards the ocean and finally to the Gameboy still clenched in his fist.

"Damn you Satoshi Tajiri, damn you. Well. . .I suppose that this is as good a place as any to set up camp. . ."

With that, the warrior turned towards the tree to begin gathering firewood for the rest of the night.

[Tapion]

It was...cold. Much colder in fact then Tapion had ever expected it would be on a tropical island paradise. Noting that the warmth of the sun still hadn't broken through the night sky and his close proximity to the ocean though, the temperature was understandable. Hardly tolerable, but at least understandable.

In the midst of a few quick jumping jacks to keep himself from freezing, the mohawked fighter caught a glimpse of the standard issue black duffel bag he'd been given upon induction to the tournament. It only now dawned on him that he hadn't yet expected the bag's contents.

Abruptly halting his impromptu calisthenics Tapion marched to his possessions. As the soft crunch of sand beneath his feet cushioned the Konat's movement he couldn't help feel comforted by the calming beach scenery. Sure he was in the midst of a deadly game of survival, but at the moment it certainly didn't feel that way.

Unzipping his bag Tapion slowly pulled out a small assortment of items. Carefully examining each tool before setting them down one by one upon the sandy shoreline the gravity of the situation began coming into focus. No mere day at the beach the Konat warrior had ever partaken on before ever involved such an assortment of deadly items. Saying the least though, Tapion felt a bit out of place as he began plotting his first murderous maneuvers with the sound of the tide raining of tranquility only a few paces away. There was no need to disturb such a scene of calming nature with imagery of death and destruction so soon.

Repacking all of his belongings the crimson haired fighter prepared himself to move out. Sooner or later there'd be plenty of violence for everyone to enjoy, as for now though Tapion found himself contempt gazing into the sea wondering when the sun's first rays would begin peaking out.

[Violet]

Night pressed its chilly hand down upon the weather beaten sandbar. The moon’s glow bathed the area in a silvery light, the water in the distance rippling in its ambient radiance. The air was crisp, clean, and just a tad salty, but amazingly, the humidity was quite comfortable, especially with the light breeze coming from the distant ocean.

The black clad woman padded barefoot through the coarse sand, the tiny grains squeezing up between her toes as she treaded away from the ocean. Her long, amethyst hair hung unbound around her shoulders, face devoid of makeup, except for the distinct somber cast that chiseled into her soft features.

With her brown satchel slung across her shoulder, her shoes dangling from the fingers of one hand, Violet found herself immersed in the natural beauty of her surroundings. It wasn’t bad as a resource site, but as coverage? Unless she made it to the trees in the distance, she was pretty much boned.

Her first and foremost thought after being teleported from the barracks was the competition. Where could they be? What kind of danger was she walking into? Would she run into someone she knew?

"Can everyone hear me?" The distinctly feminine influenced voice came like an omnipotent god across the land, stopping the young Earthling in her tracks. Two years now in this bitch, and she still didn’t know where these speakers were. Where there’s speakers, there’s cameras, and microphones. For a moment, she thought of the hilarity of coming across one and pranking the entire island. "Welcome to your new home for the next seven days! Here is all you need to know:

Find each other. Kill each other.

If a winner is not found in seven days...nobody wins! So let's not let that happen, kay? Good luck, kiddies!"

“Jeez, dude, get some pussy,” Vi muttered grumpily as she shook sand from between her toes. It wasn't that she was a bigot, it was that she remembered the oddly feminine voice from the first Dante's; it got on her nerves then, and it got on her nerves now.

Tossing her bag to the ground, she plopped her leather wrapped ass down beside it and started to rummage through its contents. “God, this food isn’t going to last long.” She cast aside the water and bread, and dug in again.

Her fingers found a hard plastic object, heavy, definitely bigger than her hand. Lifting it out of the bag, she held the object up in the moonlight, trying to make sense of the gun-shaped device. The source of the heaviness lay in the large square battery pack affixed to its base, and the roll of what appeared to be ammunition hanging from a long, dangling plastic chain. “Neat. Now if I had some wood, I’d be in business.”

She pulled a stripped scouter from the bag and strapped it around her forehead, the tiny greenish screen flipping on and calibrating. Its mechanical beeps roared over the distant crash of waves as it surveyed the area. A few blips mapped out on the display, some far, some really close.

Out there in the sea of dots, she wondered, where was everyone? Where was Bardock? She sure would feel a hell of a lot safer if he was around, hell, better awkward and safe than alone and vulnerable, right? Besides, he promised. Implied or not.

Sitting out here on her ass wasn’t finding him, so shoving her supplies back in the brown sack, she slung it over her shoulder and moved along. In the back of her head, the soft voices began. Remnants of old internal monologues, jumbled together in some kind of indiscernible tangle.

They were out there somewhere, some strong, some weak. Maybe he was out there, too. They all were waiting.

For her.

[Android-18]

“This is it?” her voice sounded in the air, whilst a cool breeze lifted it away to the heavens. She looked upward toward the dark sky, small stars blinked in their existence. The smell of dew filled the air, and a hushed sound could be heard. Overall it was kind of peaceful. The rolling hills filled her eyes, and the wind bent blades of grass before swooping upon her. She took in a deep breath, letting it all in, and then exhaling it all out. She was alone, and she was in the open. Her first thought was to find some sort of refuge. Looking beyond her hillock she saw little more than small boulders and a tree or two, it was barren yet beautiful all the same. “Just like me.” She commented.

She knelt upon the ground, moisture soaked into the fabric against her knees. Regardless, it was refreshing. Her slender hands delved into her pack that had been conveniently placed at her feet. She found mundane food, water, and various other survival supplies. She pulled out a compass and took note of the needle; she figured it would be useful. The map was folded ever so nicely, but she soon did away with that, and held it open in the nightlight. It was hard to read, but she could vaguely make out her position and the areas that were closest to her. She did not see much, night had its hold on the island still, and the hills were rather large to say the least.

Although this was a tournament, she had faith that Raditzu would partner up with her. She did not know how truthful the Saiya-Jin was, perhaps he would fight her. She hoped that was not the case, she needed him if not for his power, then for his support. However, she was not completely useless. She could fight, and she could think. With or without the long haired man, she would find a way to regain her memories.

Eighteen threw on her pack and held the compass in one hand, whilst the map was held within the grip of her other, crumpled. She would head off in hopes of finding Raditzu, shelter, or an enemy. This was a tournament, anything could happen here.

[Reijin]

Continued from: http://www.cdbzrpg.com/forum/showpos...83&postcount=2

The game hadn't even begun yet and Reijin felt like he'd already fallen victim to the tournament. His assailent, however, was not a member of this tournament nor even this time it seemed. He stumbled down the hallway blindly before falling in a sweat halfway down the corridor. His eyes were open and his breathing was heavy, and yet his lungs could not fill with oxygen.

Why are you fighting me when I've done nothing to harm you? All of this pain you are feeling... You are the cause of it.

The voice within his mind simply angered him more as he pushed himself back to his feet, past a few passing strangers in the hall. He decided he needed to get back to his room and rest a bit, hoping that Saiba would distract him somehow from his plight.

All of this reaction you are feeling is simply hysteria. You seem to be panicking in a way I've never noticed you to panick before. Why is that?

The voice trailed off with the question to which Reijin had no answer. Of all the things he'd defended himself against in the past, this form of psychic attack was not only something new but also unsettling.

I see. And you think to win this tournament when you cannot even defeat your own fear?

"Shut the hell up!"

The walls echoed as the normally pacified Saiyan erupted in anger, his eyes darting back and forth around the hall at anything that could be considered a threat. For the moment, however, the voice seemed to silence and go away. Unfortunately, he could still feel the presence and he pushed himself back to his feet.

He didn't make another step before he heard the announcement of the tournament begin. His face went white as the hallway vanished from view, the door to his quarters a simple three steps away with Saiba still within. As if the world was overlaying itself, patches of existance seemed to just cover his viewpoint. Bits of grass here, a tree or two there, the top of a hill... All of it seemed to sporadically fill existance until finally he had completed the shift and then collapsed.

He was now on the island on Dante.

He had no idea what to do about this situation. Thankfully, his mind gave him time to let this new fear fade. The world folded around him, and he was left of conciousness with his bag beside him. He had no idea what to expect when he woke up, whether he would even be alive... and if this presence would still be within his mind.

**OOC- Obviously I have more intended, but ran out of time. We'll see what happens =D**

[Aero]

Aero woke up quarter of five in the morning, welcomed by a shining light that bypassed the half-tilted blinds and a melody playing in copy room. He got up and stretched his limbs, walking over to the lounge. He released a long yawn and muttered: “First day of DA. Oh joy.”

He snatched the newspaper off of the counter and took a disposable cup from its packaging from a table parallel to the counter. The tune was beginning to become clearer in the background. It sounded like 80’s pop music, but he couldn’t exactly tell—all songs from the 80’s sounded the same, but some of the lyrics greeted his ears.


We’re no strangers to love,
You know the rules and so do I,
A full commitment is what I’m thinking of,
You wouldn’t get this from any other guy,



The game had started only a few hours prior to Aero’s awake. He and the other competitors had been transported via unknown Karl Jak method, which did slightly disturb him. Jak was a homosexual, after all. He knew that he'd have to be fully concentrated to progress in the competition—and awake.

He grasped the handle to the coffee pot on the table and helped himself to a nice cup, making sure to add sugar and some Amoretto creamer, stirring it as he opened up the newspaper and glanced over a few articles. The date on the paper read: May 15, 2008. He took a sip of the coffee (it was a little too sweet and left him cringing) and retreated back into the office room.

He located an appealing cubical with posters of Jenna Jameson tacked against its inner walls. He sat down in the comfortable chairs and placed the coffee cup next to the computer mouse. “And now I wait,” he garbled exasperatingly as he sighed, switching to a new article in the paper. It was about a double homicide by North Dock—two women were viciously stabbed to death. The paper wasn’t distracting Aero from the competition as he hoped it would, so he tossed it in the corner of the cubical and went back over to where he slept, peering through the blinds as he passed them. Other buildings, minimalistic amount of trees, streets and alleyways, and not another being in sight.

[Vazko]

The young saiya-jin halfling was still adjusting to his new surroundings, when suddenly an unexpected voice came through the intercom. This was it. The game was about to start. Several thoughts raced through his head as he began wondering if he was really ready for the competition or not.

"Ladies and Gentlemen," came a voice on the intercom in the VIP Room. "It's Karl Jak here! I hate to interupt, but we are above the island. The game will begin in 20 seconds! Your location will be marked on your map! Good luck!"

Vaz had absolutely no idea what to expect. He didn't know where he was going or exactly what type of warriors he'd be up against. Second after second went by, and soon enough he would be instantly teleported to another place on the island. Five, four, three, two... As soon as Vazko was on one, all of the warm air he was just comfortably taking into his lungs had vanished. The brightly-lit and well-kept VIP room was immediately replaced by a cold and dark environment. The sudden change of location sent shock to the halflings body, and it took a few moments for him to adjust to the sensation of being teleported.

The island setting was completely different from what Vazko had imagined. But he didn't have the faintest clue what to expect from anything in the Abyss. Once his eyes adjusted to the dark surroundings and his body to the chilling temperature, the black-haired fighter dropped the duffel bag he was given earlier to the ground. He then squatted down and crisply unzipped the bag in one quick motion. After briefly searching around inside, he noticed there was some good-looking pieces of bread, some water, a map, a compass, an old scouter, and the weapon he was told he'd be given. Vaz stared at his given 'weapon' and smiled.

He didn't take anything out from the survival bag except for the scouter. After attaching it to his left ear and turning it on, he realized it was one of the older models which could only pick up readings from a short distance. He then zipped the bag back up and slung it over his shoulder, ready to begin his journey and wander off randomly across the island. So this was Dante's Abyss...

He didn't have any idea what he'd be up against, but in order to play it safe, he would prepare for the worst.

[Celipa]

Celipa grinned contentedly and took an enormous bite out of an apple. Her legs were stretched comfortably, and her head rested on the ground. Beside her was her pack, and above her were the dangling branches of an apple tree.

"This isn't so bad," the saiyaness stated aloud.

In the darkness, she was practically invisible underneath the tree. The shadows it cast made a fantastic hiding place at night. She could probably sleep there, if she wanted to.

But she didn't want to.

She sat up, apple in hand, and surveyed her surroundings. It was pretty dark out, but she could see a few choice items nearby. The saiyan stood up and picked her pack up off the ground, then slid the strap over her shoulder. On her toes at every moment? Maybe not, but Celipa wasn't too worried about an encounter yet. And even if she were to encounter somebody, this saiyan woman knew her way around a survival situation.

"Hey, Cel."

Celipa's raven hair was flung to the side when she threw her head around to examine the speaker. A metallic object was brandished at the newcomer's throat, for a moment, and then she noticed it was Zangya. The object vanished from view.

"Oh, thank God," the wily saiyan murmured. "Zangya."

"Yeah, but keep it down," the jade skinned femme fatale replied. "We don't want to draw too much attention to ourselves."

Cel nodded, and then the two both shifted their gaze to the most notable thing within the reach of their darkness-impaired eyesight.

"C'mon," Zangya waved her hand.

Celipa followed.

[Bujin]

Everything had stayed the same since last year. The employees were still as overly excited and friendly as always, and wasted no time in finding him when he entered through the tele-tube. They began talking to him, but the small warrior was too busy scanning the area to pay attention. It was scary how good his memory was, but then again, this is where everything started, really. A nostalgic shiver ran down his spine as he could practically retrace his steps from last year. With a shake of his head, he finally turned to the person whom he was supposed to be paying attention to. Though she was still smiling, she didn’t look too pleased.

“Please, sir,” she began. “It’s important that you pay attention, even if you were a participant last year.”

“Right,” Bujin scratched his head, still struggling to cling onto a small amount of interest in anything that she had to say. “I’m sorry. Please continue…or start over, I guess. I didn’t hear a word you said.”

The woman cleared her throat, shooting daggers with her pseudo-warm eyes.

“You, Bujin, are number twenty-three,” she continued. “You must be slowing down – you were number seven last year. Regardless, you are to report to the barracks, where the other players are meeting. Although…you may not make it there. The game is starting fairly soon.”

“What?”

***

The next moment, he was on the island.

Bujin blinked as he finally realized what the attendant had meant. He really was slowing down; he didn’t even have time to enter the barracks. What a shame – he could have seen if Celipa was there or not. She was the first step in finding answers; even if fans of the competition found it to be repetitive and easy to figure out. Shrugging at the notion, he looked down and spotted his old, trusty duffle bag. It was the same as last year, more or less, though it was…shaped differently. Opening it carefully, he immediately flipped it over and dumped the contents out. The normal shit was there: food, water, a scouter (which, while useful in its own right, served more to look badass), a map, a compass, and…

Bujin stood up and took a step backwards, examining it closely. He had seen it somewhere before, but he couldn’t place a finger on it. After thinking about it for a while, realization struck him like a bolt of awesome.

“You have to be kidding me,” he said at first, but after thinking about it, tagged on an ending to his sentence. “Groovy.”

Putting it aside for a moment, he picked up the scouter and fashioned it on his face. He clicked the button on the side, prompting it to turn on. He had worn quite a few scouters in his life time, and most of them were better than this stripped piece of crap. Oh well – he sat down and fiddled with it for a while as he tried to come up with a decent game plan for this competition. His initial thought was “Find out what happened without dying”, and while that wasn’t elaborate in any way, he didn’t see himself straying from that any time soon.

“Does this thing have Pong?” he asked aloud, seemingly to himself as he clicked random buttons before he summoned to willpower to get up and travel on

[Retane]

The mercenary stood over his fallen competitor, having already relieved him of his weapons, and frowned as he was utterly clueless as to how such a pathetic excuse of a fighter could be allowed into the Abyss. The black humanoid laid there unconscious and battered with a broken leg. But he had made an attempt to save the jade feind, even knowing who he was. It wasn't real wise on his part, as Rubb would wake up and soon find out.

Retane moved from the 'would be' corpse and approached a sturdy bush that was nearby and with a strong grasp, ripped it from it's roots. Peice by peice, the merc tore the limbs from the roots and tossed them nearby Dubb's body. As he finished, leave the bushes main stock on the ground as well, the namekian turned and casually walked away.

The namekian had decided to spare the new guy so that he could really feel and learn what it was like to be a wounded, defenceless animal on an island with so many eager predators. Rubb would now have to learn to survive the Abyss.

The mercenary adonned the gloves he had retreived from the fallen, and forced the claws come forth and retract with certain movements of his hands and arms. Feeling the sting of his face the merecnary wiped two fingers across the side of his face to reveal that his was bleeding. Retane smirked as he figured that it was a fitting trade, a clawed scar for the clawed gloves. The merc took Dubbs rations and bag and stuffed it into his own further increasing the struggle that the man would soon have to face.

Retane didn't give the fight another thought as he left the campsite, as he had his own issues to worry about. He still didn't have any answers to the questions that he so desired. Looking up into the sky at the moon the rogue was sure he had plenty of time to learn, as the night was not yet weening. Feeling the boost of confidence and eagerness he had once long ago felt, he took off into a run, crouching low, his ears, eyes, and nose on the ever alertness for other foes and victims.

He was once again that feral beast that should be feared.

And the Abyss was his territory.

[Raditzu]

"Jack!"

Four.

"Tch... Nine."

Queen.

"Grah. Seven."

Two.

"Damn it!"

It a fit of mock rage, the saiyan threw his deck of cards into a nearby tree. He took a surprisingly great deal of satisfaction in watching them flitter to the dry and cracking ground. One of the card landed face-down at the saiyan's feet. Unable to resist, the long-haired warrior bent down and scooped it up.

"Two..."

Turning the card over in his hand, the saiyan hand to resist the urge to simple evaporate the stupid piece of cardboard when he saw an "A" in the corner. He threw it at the other cards, laying strewn about the ground and took a seat on a nearby rock.

"It was a stupid trick, anyway," the warrior whined as he pulled open the top of his bag and peeked inside.

He had been quite grateful that forms of entertainment had been included with their provisions this time around. After all, tromping across an island got old after a while, and there certainly wasn't a lot to stave off boredom. In the back of his mind, the saiyan was hoping to stumble across some Mad Libs.

Despite his appreciation for the smaller things in life, the long-haired wonder was really looking for the one the thing that mattered in this little bage, the one thing that would set the winner apart from the losers, the champion from the riff-raff, the diamond from rough: the weapon.

His was obviously something rather inconspicuous. A gun, or sword, or bomb would have stretched his bag. Maybe it was a vial of poison, something he could use to take out whoever was foolish enough to get close to him. Or, better yet, a ring like the one Reijin had worn two years ago. The long-haired sayian practically salivated at the thought of an even stronger Super Saiyan transformation.

When simply peeking around the bag revealed no real results, the saiyan shoved an arm into the bag, feeling around for the barrel of a pistol, or maybe the blade of a knife. He definitely had bread... and water... and food... and...

"Nothing?"

Rad scratched his head as he stared into his bag of goodies. Maybe they had made a mistake? That seemed pretty unlike Karl. Maybe Rad had just missed it somehow. Hopping to his feet, the saiyan dumped out the contents of the bag into the rock he had just vacated.

He didn't see any weapon. Just a bunch of bread, a bunch of water, and that stupid map. Growing increasingly concerned about his lack of a weapon, the warrior peered into the seemingly empty bag, confirming that it actually was empty. Someone must have made a mistake, the warrior concluded as he dumped everything back into his bag. With nothing else to do, the saiyan decided he'd hit the road.

As he turned to leave, however, a gust of wind lifted a playing card off the ground and threw it flat against the saiyan's face. King of hearts, the saiyan observed as he grabbed the card. Raditzu was about to flick the card over his shoulder when it struck.

"Oh fuck me."

[Burter]

Face to Face

Bardock, Reijin, Violet

Always the hunter, it was Bardock who found him first. Along the hills of the island, there was a lone saiyan camping around near a cliff, which fell down into another hill sloping upwards. Immediately, his scouter recognized the man as one of the most popular in the Abyss...Reijin. One of the top tier candidates in every competition. He stalked carefully behind the trees just off the cliff, watching to see what the man did.

Reijin, for his part, was standing just off of the cliff, seemingly irritated by his situation. In his hand was a three-pronged pitchfork, standing about the same size as himself. Near him was his bag, just under a baby tree. He hadn't laid out any of his supplies like most people who camp out, obviously ready to be on the move. His saiyan smell peaked for a moment and he looked over his shoulder. "Who's there?"

Bardock tensed, but he didn't move.

"I can smell you, saiyan," Reijin said firmly. He turned his body around, pointed the pitchfork forward into the trees. "Come out or I'll burn you out."

For a very brief moment, Bardock considered running. But that thought quickly left his mind...after all, saiyans don't run. Ever. So with that thought in mind, the '07 champion stepped forward, revealing himself out of the shadows of the trees. He was holding his bag over his shoulder and a thin, sharpened axe in the opposite hand. There was no greeting. There was no need.

No words were exchanged as the two sized each other up. What was there to say? Reijin lived for fights like this...fights where he could prove to himself that he was worth something. Bardock lived for the thrill of the hunt, and what better way to start off the game then to make the biggest catch of them all?

"I suggest you leave," Reijin told the champion.

"Heh," Bardock responded.

"Last chance," the lone man warned his fellow saiyan.

The hunter shook his head as he threw his bag down. With a smirk, revealing his fangs, Bardock stretched out the arm that was previously holding his bag. For a moment, he pondered what to say, and then knew just what would get all of the gidday fanboys watching him right now pumped. "Come get some."

Both men moved forward. Bardock flung his ax like a madman, not really thinking about style or grace. On the other way, Reijin moved like he was dancing, easily dodging every throw of the blade by simply leaning backwards or to the side. Finally when Bardock ducked to slash at Rei's legs, Reijin lept up over the blade and then smacked Bar right in the head with the end of his pitchfork.

With a growl, Bardock rose back onto his fight, not having to take a defensive position, which was not his strongest suit. Reijin slashed with the pitchfork, catching the handle of the axe between two prongs. Bardock shoved to the left, causing Reijin to open his body as his weapon was locked to his opponents. He took three punches, one to his belly, then his chest, and finally his face when he was thrown backwards, landing hard on his back.

It was time to change the battle plan. Bardock was content just continuing to exchange blows, but Reijin knew that was going to hurt the most. He looked to the cliff, and then to the hill opposite it. If he could just...

"Ha!" Bardock shouted, running forward. Reijin rolled to the left, dodging a downward thrust of the axe. He grabbed his bag and spun, smashing Bardock in the face. With his enemy stunned, Reijin ran for the cliff.

He grunted as he lept up. He expected Bardock to be watching him jump off the cliff in shock. Somehow, he managed to press his feet onto the steep hill just away from the cliff. He turned around to see Bardock...leaping after him!

Metal clanged together as the axe met the pitchfork again. Bardock hit the surface next to Reijin, again with the weapons locked. The two let their weapons back, this time with Reijin shoving his knee on Bar's arm, locking the axe down and bringing his fork upon the side of the champ's head...ripping the skin off.

Rei moved over the saiyan, holding him down by the pitchfork against his neck, his axe locked into the grassy hill. "For a champion, you're pretty pathetic." Blood gushed from Bardock's head, but in his frenzy to get out of this hold, he hardly noticed.

Just before Bardock could come up with a witty comeback (which wasn't really his forte anyway), a slicing sound came from behind Reijin. A moment later, blood spewed from his arm as a metal tip pointed from it. He let out a hiss and let his guard down just enough for Bardock to push him to the side. Reijin looked up to see a purple-haired vixen holding a gun, pulling the trigger again and impaling the upper half of the same arm.

"Agh!" Reijin grunted, hitting the surface. This time, it was Bardock's turn to move forward, but Reijin simply held up the pitchfork with his free hand, blocking the axe's attack.

Another cling sound came from Violet's gun. Reijin quickly shoved Bardock back and let out a few clicks of ki energy, using his telekinetic power to forcefully shove the nail backwards.

Violet's eyes lit up as the nail came flying at her. "Oh, shi-!" The vicious object tore into her shoulder ligament. She lost her balance, dropping off of the cliff and grabbing hold with her good arm. The nailgun remained right above her, just out of reach. "Damn! Fuck!"

Bardock's eyes went from Violet, hanging from the cliff, to Reijin, who was standing and nursing his fractured arm. Bardock could have killed him. But Violet was...damn!

"Don't follow me," Reijin warned. "Or I'll kill you."

Reijin began to run upwards, up the hill at a surprising speed given the steepness. Bardock cursed him luck and moved to get Violet down safely, along with their bags.

30 Remain

Reijin has two nails in his arm. It is unusable. Major injury

Violet has a nail in her shoulder. Minor injury

Bardock has lost an ear. Minor injury.