02-28-2009, 11:59 PM
The terms settled strangely with Ares, such an extensive sum would be paid for a mass of individuals who had been designated to be captured rather than disposed of wasn't an order the teen was accustomed to hearing.
Kai stood before them, explaining the terms with a flare of personal dignity to his step and wealth to spare, it would seem... or at least wealth to spend. "There is a camp outside the mansion. Rest tonight, get to know each other...and leave in the morning. Once this is done, I'll have my movie, and you'll all be very rich and very famous." and with that they were dismissed.
The various pieces of the documentary were only slightly obvious to his immediate observation. They were to track down and tranquilize several threats that were either of minimal or casual threat given the provided weapon, each offering a fair amount of reward for their restraint. "Right." now was the time for a bit of educated guessing on his part; each member of this group would either be a step forward or leap back should he find their role essential for the coming tasks.
A color variation caught the boy's eye examining over the group, the shock of yellow hair belonged to a man of height equal to that of his own who looked rather scrawny for his given stature. Displeased, he moved on to the next nearest participant who, merely at the sight of, brought a rather joyously wicked smirk to his lips.
Turning towards the designated direction of the camp began the cyclopic who appeared very detached to the entire situation, alike to many of the bounty hunters.
"Saiyan." the warrior's footfalls came together in step as an honorable tribute to the man who took them. Half turning with his good eye, he looked back to his caller; a mere child no less before the amassed experiences of his own life. "You are Saiyan, I presume?"
"To whom would it concern?"
"Ares, merc-class Saiyan elite." to give this answer the elder warrior would have assumed at least another few decades under the belt of the youth that stood before him, instead this was what said branch of Vegeta's military designated an elite? Preposterous.
Outward, the examination of the younger Saiya-jin took longer than Ares had initially desired.
"Soldier of higher rank, I see." growing at ease standing before the presumed commander only added to the resolve that this was the man for the task. "Regardless, it appears beneficial to combined our strengths for this little manhunt, do you disagree?"
"Hm, so be it." cold, yes, but direct. With any luck the truce won't have been in vain.
Kai stood before them, explaining the terms with a flare of personal dignity to his step and wealth to spare, it would seem... or at least wealth to spend. "There is a camp outside the mansion. Rest tonight, get to know each other...and leave in the morning. Once this is done, I'll have my movie, and you'll all be very rich and very famous." and with that they were dismissed.
The various pieces of the documentary were only slightly obvious to his immediate observation. They were to track down and tranquilize several threats that were either of minimal or casual threat given the provided weapon, each offering a fair amount of reward for their restraint. "Right." now was the time for a bit of educated guessing on his part; each member of this group would either be a step forward or leap back should he find their role essential for the coming tasks.
A color variation caught the boy's eye examining over the group, the shock of yellow hair belonged to a man of height equal to that of his own who looked rather scrawny for his given stature. Displeased, he moved on to the next nearest participant who, merely at the sight of, brought a rather joyously wicked smirk to his lips.
Turning towards the designated direction of the camp began the cyclopic who appeared very detached to the entire situation, alike to many of the bounty hunters.
"Saiyan." the warrior's footfalls came together in step as an honorable tribute to the man who took them. Half turning with his good eye, he looked back to his caller; a mere child no less before the amassed experiences of his own life. "You are Saiyan, I presume?"
"To whom would it concern?"
"Ares, merc-class Saiyan elite." to give this answer the elder warrior would have assumed at least another few decades under the belt of the youth that stood before him, instead this was what said branch of Vegeta's military designated an elite? Preposterous.
Outward, the examination of the younger Saiya-jin took longer than Ares had initially desired.
"Soldier of higher rank, I see." growing at ease standing before the presumed commander only added to the resolve that this was the man for the task. "Regardless, it appears beneficial to combined our strengths for this little manhunt, do you disagree?"
"Hm, so be it." cold, yes, but direct. With any luck the truce won't have been in vain.