11-14-2009, 07:14 AM
Shou was just grateful that they left rations for him to resupply his stomach. After his second bite he scoffed aloud, unconsciously filing through his memories. He recalled Zephyr talking about being imprisoned on #213 and mentioning that they only served him bread and water, but that the time on his hands turned him into a physique artist. That was when the young telekinetic figured it was time to do something about getting a Hulk Hogan-esque figure, but there wasn't enough dedication to that impulse. All that Shou gathered from that meeting of minds was that he shouldn't get locked up on Frost.
"Hhmmmph?" He said or asked, a mouthful of bread keeping him from enunciating. Oh... Right. It was his collar.
Shou was familiar with collars as slave control tactics, but was never thought he would be on the receiving end of such a contraption. Given that this was a highly marketed and glorified wargame didn't do anything to make him feel any more comforted. Neither did the shrill, warning beep the thing emitted when he tampered with it.
“Searching… searching…” a computerized, feminine voice came from his throat. He immediately recognized it as the woman broadcasting over the PA system back on Dante. Or here on... Dante? “Signal located. Beginning combat protocol,” Her voice [I]definitely had a tinge less digital in it back in the hotel lobby. Suddenly he was no longer in the bunker, but in a valley somewhere along the regions numerous dips and slopes.
“Stasis field engaging,” And its warning became actuality; a pearlescent cyan reflection glazed against the natural sky blue that many of the summits scraped.
Shou scratched the back of his head, unsure of his fate or the plans of whoever wrote that book. He was silent, but only because he was sure he wasn't mistaken about the Abyss' intentions when he was teleported here after the announcement of combat protocols and such.
"Hope it's not Vad..." he mused, testing the resilience of his face covering with a tug. It was when he stretched his arms towards the skies above and yawned that he realized he would not be facing Vad in mortal combat.
A man came down upon him from the heavens, a single crimson eye and sharp steel aimed upon him. If it weren't for his zealous preservation of what of good looks he still had he would've probably been on the wrong side of a 'best of' highlight reel. His blade kissed the earth, but Shou wasn't about to wait about and get slaughtered.
Cerullean energy poured from both his palms and expelled into the chest of the would-be eliminator, who flew for quite some yardage before regaining his composure. Shou frowned, half expecting the man to fall down the ravine and begone. It was when he looked up at him from a distance, with his one good eye, and Shou tried to imagine a cocky grin underneath his mask that he realized that he probably wasn't even human.
"What's your deal, anyway?" Shou quipped to no response.
His opponent simply gave him a once over and then sprinted along the slope they stood on and met the saiyan with a swing and miss, then a hook to the body. It was apparent that he hit much harder than Shou was comfortable with being hit on, but Shou found his footing regardless and repelled the one-eyed warrior with a likeminded burst of ki.
"Weirdo, I swear..." Shou muttered to himself, more so than his opponent. That was when the demisaiyan noticed he'd placed him right next to his blade with his last motion, while Shou's rifle was nowhere in sight. "Here we go again..."
The cybernetic ninja lurched forward, closing their distance to nil in a matter of moments and lashing out with that sword. Shou phased out of his way, appearing behind him and watching him look about in confusion.
"Hey, PC... Over here." Shou motioned for him to approach, despite the fact that they fought on the slope instead of finding level ground like normal combatants. Reconsidering he pointed to the blade and wagged a finger. The blade flew from the droids graspand flew into the ravine. "My advantage, y'know..."
"Hhmmmph?" He said or asked, a mouthful of bread keeping him from enunciating. Oh... Right. It was his collar.
Shou was familiar with collars as slave control tactics, but was never thought he would be on the receiving end of such a contraption. Given that this was a highly marketed and glorified wargame didn't do anything to make him feel any more comforted. Neither did the shrill, warning beep the thing emitted when he tampered with it.
“Searching… searching…” a computerized, feminine voice came from his throat. He immediately recognized it as the woman broadcasting over the PA system back on Dante. Or here on... Dante? “Signal located. Beginning combat protocol,” Her voice [I]definitely had a tinge less digital in it back in the hotel lobby. Suddenly he was no longer in the bunker, but in a valley somewhere along the regions numerous dips and slopes.
“Stasis field engaging,” And its warning became actuality; a pearlescent cyan reflection glazed against the natural sky blue that many of the summits scraped.
Shou scratched the back of his head, unsure of his fate or the plans of whoever wrote that book. He was silent, but only because he was sure he wasn't mistaken about the Abyss' intentions when he was teleported here after the announcement of combat protocols and such.
"Hope it's not Vad..." he mused, testing the resilience of his face covering with a tug. It was when he stretched his arms towards the skies above and yawned that he realized he would not be facing Vad in mortal combat.
A man came down upon him from the heavens, a single crimson eye and sharp steel aimed upon him. If it weren't for his zealous preservation of what of good looks he still had he would've probably been on the wrong side of a 'best of' highlight reel. His blade kissed the earth, but Shou wasn't about to wait about and get slaughtered.
Cerullean energy poured from both his palms and expelled into the chest of the would-be eliminator, who flew for quite some yardage before regaining his composure. Shou frowned, half expecting the man to fall down the ravine and begone. It was when he looked up at him from a distance, with his one good eye, and Shou tried to imagine a cocky grin underneath his mask that he realized that he probably wasn't even human.
"What's your deal, anyway?" Shou quipped to no response.
His opponent simply gave him a once over and then sprinted along the slope they stood on and met the saiyan with a swing and miss, then a hook to the body. It was apparent that he hit much harder than Shou was comfortable with being hit on, but Shou found his footing regardless and repelled the one-eyed warrior with a likeminded burst of ki.
"Weirdo, I swear..." Shou muttered to himself, more so than his opponent. That was when the demisaiyan noticed he'd placed him right next to his blade with his last motion, while Shou's rifle was nowhere in sight. "Here we go again..."
The cybernetic ninja lurched forward, closing their distance to nil in a matter of moments and lashing out with that sword. Shou phased out of his way, appearing behind him and watching him look about in confusion.
"Hey, PC... Over here." Shou motioned for him to approach, despite the fact that they fought on the slope instead of finding level ground like normal combatants. Reconsidering he pointed to the blade and wagged a finger. The blade flew from the droids graspand flew into the ravine. "My advantage, y'know..."