11-05-2009, 03:43 PM
Xenia stopped moving through the large, five star lobby area of the hotel as she gazed at the map that was given to her in exchange for the identification chip she had presented to them, as proof that she was one of the people who had been invited to participate. The gym area was her focus of vision. As she stared at the sparing section she remembered the letter, the reason she had chosen to participate. Perhaps the person she was looking for was already in the syntax plaza. Despite wanting to pursue the saiyan whose name she could not remember, she was not going to spend time looking for him. It was hard to pretend that the facilities of the plaza had not drawn her to make good use of them. She had intentionally arrived at the hotel in order to check out the bar. How could she say no to a cocktail?
Flashy lights from strange machines and jazz music came from a room to her right. That was a place called a casino, something she had never heard of. She contemplated trying the place out but she decided not to in order to avoid embarrassing herself trying to use the room’s machines. She turned to her left, and that was when her mouth opened slightly in shock. It was unbelievable, but there he was, the person she was looking for. There were moments when she had doubted Damon Dukes honesty concerning the one eyed saiyan being invited to participate, but seeing him here proved Damon had been sincere. To be honest, if she had not seen any truth in his letter, she would have dismissed it and not have turned up.
A smile crept across her face as she continued to observe him, releasing how near her chance at redemption was. He looked pleased too, and after trailing the direction of his attention, it made perfect sense why. The gym had taken his interest. To a saiyan that could only mean that he was looking for a fight. There could not be a better situation than this. Precisely, this was perfect.
As he made movements towards the gym, she strolled behind, purposely maintaining a distance between them, with the intention of surprising him. She could not believe she had not noticed it until now; he was wearing a halo. Either he had died during Friend or Foe three, or sometime after. Come to think of it, she had not seen him when all of the remaining participants had gathered to fight one of Kai’s four demons, the former boxer Balrog, or whatever his name was, therefore he most likely died sometime before.
They had finally reached the entrance of the gym.
“Welcome,” said a female member of staff, accompanied by a warm smile.
“Any fighters here?” the black haired saiyan asked.
“No I’m afraid.”
He grunted in frustration.
“Maybe you should ask her,” said the young woman, who then directed her attention behind him.
Orion spun around hastily, only to receive a shock.
“Supriiiise,” said the female hybrid, folding her arms.
“You!”
“Oh my, a halo,” she replied, gazing up at the golden circle above his head, before returning her direction to his face.
His expression contorted into a slight smirk. “Figures you’d be here.”
“Of course; after all, you are the reason I’m here,” she replied, rotating her neck round and round.
“What do you mean?”
“I had no intention to join this tedious, yearly competition. I’ve watched my family compete in it and still to this day cannot understand why they wasted their time with it, but when the letter Damon Duke’s sent me stated that you’d be entering, I was finally given a purpose. This is the opportunity I’ve been waiting for. I didn’t like the way our fight ended. You tranquilized me. I don’t know whether you categorize that as a victory but I don’t.” A frown appeared on Xenia’s face. “You cannot begin to understand how humiliating that experience was for me. Not only was I tied up, gagged and forced to participate in Kai Demolic’s television game, but I was sedated with a tranquilizer gun, captured by someone in a social class below my own, and then transported off to be sold like a piece of meat. Me, a princess of the saiyan race, treated like trash. So you see, that’s why I’m here, to exact my revenge. You’re going to regret the day you ever messed with me saiyan, I’ll make sure of it.”
Xenia barged her shoulder in his own as a means of getting past him and into the gym. Orion knew where she was heading and he would damn sure follow.
Flashy lights from strange machines and jazz music came from a room to her right. That was a place called a casino, something she had never heard of. She contemplated trying the place out but she decided not to in order to avoid embarrassing herself trying to use the room’s machines. She turned to her left, and that was when her mouth opened slightly in shock. It was unbelievable, but there he was, the person she was looking for. There were moments when she had doubted Damon Dukes honesty concerning the one eyed saiyan being invited to participate, but seeing him here proved Damon had been sincere. To be honest, if she had not seen any truth in his letter, she would have dismissed it and not have turned up.
A smile crept across her face as she continued to observe him, releasing how near her chance at redemption was. He looked pleased too, and after trailing the direction of his attention, it made perfect sense why. The gym had taken his interest. To a saiyan that could only mean that he was looking for a fight. There could not be a better situation than this. Precisely, this was perfect.
As he made movements towards the gym, she strolled behind, purposely maintaining a distance between them, with the intention of surprising him. She could not believe she had not noticed it until now; he was wearing a halo. Either he had died during Friend or Foe three, or sometime after. Come to think of it, she had not seen him when all of the remaining participants had gathered to fight one of Kai’s four demons, the former boxer Balrog, or whatever his name was, therefore he most likely died sometime before.
They had finally reached the entrance of the gym.
“Welcome,” said a female member of staff, accompanied by a warm smile.
“Any fighters here?” the black haired saiyan asked.
“No I’m afraid.”
He grunted in frustration.
“Maybe you should ask her,” said the young woman, who then directed her attention behind him.
Orion spun around hastily, only to receive a shock.
“Supriiiise,” said the female hybrid, folding her arms.
“You!”
“Oh my, a halo,” she replied, gazing up at the golden circle above his head, before returning her direction to his face.
His expression contorted into a slight smirk. “Figures you’d be here.”
“Of course; after all, you are the reason I’m here,” she replied, rotating her neck round and round.
“What do you mean?”
“I had no intention to join this tedious, yearly competition. I’ve watched my family compete in it and still to this day cannot understand why they wasted their time with it, but when the letter Damon Duke’s sent me stated that you’d be entering, I was finally given a purpose. This is the opportunity I’ve been waiting for. I didn’t like the way our fight ended. You tranquilized me. I don’t know whether you categorize that as a victory but I don’t.” A frown appeared on Xenia’s face. “You cannot begin to understand how humiliating that experience was for me. Not only was I tied up, gagged and forced to participate in Kai Demolic’s television game, but I was sedated with a tranquilizer gun, captured by someone in a social class below my own, and then transported off to be sold like a piece of meat. Me, a princess of the saiyan race, treated like trash. So you see, that’s why I’m here, to exact my revenge. You’re going to regret the day you ever messed with me saiyan, I’ll make sure of it.”
Xenia barged her shoulder in his own as a means of getting past him and into the gym. Orion knew where she was heading and he would damn sure follow.
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Does honesty earn respect or inspire revenge? Is it smarter to attack the strong or annihilate the weak?