Uncertainty clouded Vincent's mind as he stumbled along the city streets. The furyan was left perplexed by Damon's last words to him. Unsure of why his current employer would find the need to...cheat as he'd claimed. Could it have been true? Were he allowed to continue could Kaden have have actually managed to eliminate him, the eliminator? Vincent spat to the ground as he continued along his path, knowing that whatever the possibility was he couldn't allow himself to dwell on it too much longer. He had things to take care of, so with that he pushed the thoughts aside, keeping them as a reminder for what he'd really gotten himself into.
From what he could recall, each sector had been designated a bunker to which contestants collars were re-activated, reset, re-something. He was never too great with specifics. Dukes, both his employer and his host, had through earlier actions given a nice little display of character, forcing the ebony-haired brawler to assume that this rule applied to him as well. Now more than ever. "I need a bunker and some food, dammit." He exclaimed, aggravated by his current lack of resources. Still not regretting his decision to accept the offfer, still enjoying the fact he was getting paid for all this. Vincent was just hungry. Naturally that dampened his mood.
"Fuckin buildin's," he began to curse in frustration, "standin there for no reason...how come I haven't seen a god damn bunker yet? How come you couldn't be a fuckin bunker, huh? Not even a run-down bodega, what the fuck man?" he asked, motioning his hand towards a nearby building. "I ran through bitch ass sector already..." He was stopped mid-sentence by the sound of static in his ear. As clarity increased, suddenly the voice of another found its way to him via an earpiece. The same one he'd completely disregarded until Damon used it to interrupt him.
A hand to his gadget augmented the sound quality, the lowering of his head allowed him to focus. He was once again as he always was meant to be, a soldier ready for his orders. "Affirmative." Was the only response Vincent could think to give once the message had been delivered, despite how cliche it may have been it got the point across and that was all he needed.
A quick scan showed him nothing he could use. Release of a random ki blast dealt a building -- different from the one he'd been cursing -- damage. The fact that it still stood pissed him off even more. He stopped to face man-made structure. "Ahhh!!" A volley of energy blasts found their way to it, then leveled the building. Leaving only debris and clouds of dust, possibly contaminated with asbestos, in the air., Vincent's heart-beat palputated as his breathing quickened. He wasn't out of shape, just out of breath from screaming and shooting at the same time. When the clouds subsided, clearing by means of regular wind pattens, what the brawler was greeted by forced him to crack a smile. More so a smirk.
This sector had run it course. It was time to move on.
****
"Of all the sectors..." He scolded through clenched teeth. "Why this one?!" Vincent wondered if his question would even be answered. Could he even be heard on the other end, wherever that may have been, or was he just a soldier sent to this frozen hellhole to meet his demise? No, he wouldn't have it. He couldn't allow such a thing, but to challenge nature was a dangerous and difficult task. The quick exertion of ki brought about a fiery aura that melted what snow covered his feet. Orders are orders... With teleportation as his only aid, Vincent made his way to the bunker. Cold and missing a sleeve, praying to god, anyone, that within it he'd find refuge, warmth and if lucky enough, Kaden.
From what he could recall, each sector had been designated a bunker to which contestants collars were re-activated, reset, re-something. He was never too great with specifics. Dukes, both his employer and his host, had through earlier actions given a nice little display of character, forcing the ebony-haired brawler to assume that this rule applied to him as well. Now more than ever. "I need a bunker and some food, dammit." He exclaimed, aggravated by his current lack of resources. Still not regretting his decision to accept the offfer, still enjoying the fact he was getting paid for all this. Vincent was just hungry. Naturally that dampened his mood.
"Fuckin buildin's," he began to curse in frustration, "standin there for no reason...how come I haven't seen a god damn bunker yet? How come you couldn't be a fuckin bunker, huh? Not even a run-down bodega, what the fuck man?" he asked, motioning his hand towards a nearby building. "I ran through bitch ass sector already..." He was stopped mid-sentence by the sound of static in his ear. As clarity increased, suddenly the voice of another found its way to him via an earpiece. The same one he'd completely disregarded until Damon used it to interrupt him.
A hand to his gadget augmented the sound quality, the lowering of his head allowed him to focus. He was once again as he always was meant to be, a soldier ready for his orders. "Affirmative." Was the only response Vincent could think to give once the message had been delivered, despite how cliche it may have been it got the point across and that was all he needed.
A quick scan showed him nothing he could use. Release of a random ki blast dealt a building -- different from the one he'd been cursing -- damage. The fact that it still stood pissed him off even more. He stopped to face man-made structure. "Ahhh!!" A volley of energy blasts found their way to it, then leveled the building. Leaving only debris and clouds of dust, possibly contaminated with asbestos, in the air., Vincent's heart-beat palputated as his breathing quickened. He wasn't out of shape, just out of breath from screaming and shooting at the same time. When the clouds subsided, clearing by means of regular wind pattens, what the brawler was greeted by forced him to crack a smile. More so a smirk.
This sector had run it course. It was time to move on.
****
"Of all the sectors..." He scolded through clenched teeth. "Why this one?!" Vincent wondered if his question would even be answered. Could he even be heard on the other end, wherever that may have been, or was he just a soldier sent to this frozen hellhole to meet his demise? No, he wouldn't have it. He couldn't allow such a thing, but to challenge nature was a dangerous and difficult task. The quick exertion of ki brought about a fiery aura that melted what snow covered his feet. Orders are orders... With teleportation as his only aid, Vincent made his way to the bunker. Cold and missing a sleeve, praying to god, anyone, that within it he'd find refuge, warmth and if lucky enough, Kaden.
Quote:Vincent has moved to the Arctic Sector
Quote:Vincent has entered the Arctic Sector Bunker
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