04-02-2010, 02:32 AM
Steady, Orion placated himself, control yourself.
It was like an automatic instinct. A changeling walks into his field of vision and something snaps in the back of his mind. It didn't assist him that deep down, he knew every lizard hailed from the same gene pool as the tyrannical Frost and his "regal" bloodline, if "regal" was a euphemism for "demonically strong". Seemed to Orion that Frost and his family simply steamrolled through the galaxy, declaring themselves as the emperors due only to the fact that no one alive or dead had the ungodly capacity to slay any of them. One day, he hoped to return to Vegeta-sei and level as much of the changeling occupation as he could, just to show them how much stronger he was now. That was a little dream that had to wait until he was alive again, however.
Szar eyed Orion suspiciously, and for good reason. The feral saiyan, although calm now, was prone to explosive bouts of rage around him simply because he was a changeling. The one eyed warrior wasn't paying him attention at the moment, looking somewhat lost in thought, or perhaps just moping because he didn't get his way. In any case, Szar wasn't interested in provoking the rageaholic, but he wasn't about to succumb to the saiyan's oppression. If he attacked them again, he was sure that Gamer would step in, however annoyingly, and settle the dispute before it got too heated. Hopefully if shit hit the fan again, the nerdy overlord would move before Orion delivered several blunt blows.
Orion grunted. "Stop."
Szar looked over his shoulder. "What?"
"Give me the map," he said in monotone.
The changeling obeyed, if only to avoid another schizophrenic frenzy. He reached into the backpack and extracted the item, handing it to Orion. The saiyan dusted it off, as if Szar had contaminated it somehow, and unfurled it. His single eye moved back and forth as he scanned the map, coming to the same conclusion that Szar had. They had to venture through the island jungle to arrive at the giant X.
"Hmph. Just checking that you weren't luring me to my death," Orion murmured as he shoved the rolled map into Szar's chest. "But if you don't mind, I'd rather do this on my own."
Szar rolled his eyes. "By all means."
Orion didn't need the provisions that were contained within the satchel on the lizard's back; besides, he wouldn't want it, now that changeling scales had made contact with the fabric. If Szar was going to survive, he would need every advantage he could get. Sitting around stuffing their corpulence while sending the saiyan people to their deaths ruined whatever survival instincts that endured after massive destruction and genocide. There was a likely chance that the lizard would be a decomposing carcass the next time he saw him. That made Orion smirk just a little as he walked away from Szar.
Suddenly, the saiyan felt a force pulling him backwards as he tried to move forward. It was steady, but it revealed little strength. It was probably the changeling, begging Orion not to leave him alone in the dark, scary jungle. Pathetic, but it amused him. Saiyans were superior to their shapeshifting "masters", so it was pleasant to see one of the almighty bow like a lowly peasant for his help.
As Orion was indulging in his fantasy, the reactionary force strengthened. He tried taking a step forward, but he was being dragged backwards, his heels leaving trails in the sand. Orion turned around, confident that his original presumption was entirely inaccurate. Szar was approaching him in much the same manner; his back turned and unwillingly. Their tails met, and the clank of metal resounded.
"What the hell is this?!" Orion bellowed.
Szar yanked himself free of the grip with persistent pressure on his leading foot. He examined his tail, noticing a metallic bracelet around its middle. "A magnet?"
Orion unhinged the golden chain of his robe and removed it, exposing his sleeveless ebony chest plate and the one identifiable racial trait, his tail. He ran his fingers over it, locating the cold steel device. "This is ridiculous. I'm finding the treasure by myself. I don't want to pull you along the entire way."
Szar attempted to pry the device free with his nails, but found it hardy and unbreakable. "I don't think these are going to come off any time soon."
"The hell they're not!" Orion roared. A navy aura consumed his body, blowing waves of sand outwards. "I'm no damn joke to anyone, I don't care who they think they are!"
Like a phosphorous rescue flare ascending in the night sky, Orion exploded upwards. A diminishing trail of light was left in his wake as he continued to garner altitude. The plan was simple; propel himself with enough velocity to break the magnetic bond between the two unlikely contestants and off he went to his treasure chest and to victory, leaving Szar wallowing on the beach front. It was win-win.
Orion's accelerating comet of a form abruptly joined with another equally powerful force urging him to return to the sand. The saiyan grimaced, funnelling more ki into his escape, brightening like a coalescing star. His added fervor failed to assist against the magnetic ordinance, abating his augmented speed. Not one to submit without a struggle, Orion pressed on, burning more energy to combat the unbreakable pull. He quickly realised that he was fighting a losing battle; all the ki he was expending was utterly useless against the force of nature continuing to grow in intensity.
With a defeated yell, Orion was catapulted towards the earth like he was launched from an oversided rubber band. Szar watched his aura dissipate from the ground, convinced that the saiyan warrior somehow managed to sever their magnetic connection. That was until he spotted the one eyed veteran hurtling towards the beach. Towards him.
"Oh shit!" Szar cried, turning and sprinting away from danger. Orion's trajectory altered with Szar's movements, changing angles to align again with the magnetic bracelet on his tail. There was no escaping it.
"Damn you Gamer!"
Orion collided with Szar, shielded amongst a cylindrical wall of sand that erupted from the very ground. It cascaded back to the ground, filling in the massive indentation in the beach. Both participants of Gamer's tournament lay stunned in the pit's centre. Szar was the first to find his voice.
"Great idea, there," he groaned sarcastically, floating out of the hole.
Orion grunted, clearing the cusp of the pit with a single bound. "Got any better ones?"
"We'll just have to go through the jungle together," Szar stated, brushing off the sticky granules from his forearms.
"Ugh. I guess there is no choice," Orion complained. "But try anything funny, lizard, and it'll be the last thing you do. Understand?"
"Whatever," Szar returned apathetically. The saiyan's bravado was getting tiresome.
Orion took an arrogant step in front of the changeling. "I'll lead the way."
It was like an automatic instinct. A changeling walks into his field of vision and something snaps in the back of his mind. It didn't assist him that deep down, he knew every lizard hailed from the same gene pool as the tyrannical Frost and his "regal" bloodline, if "regal" was a euphemism for "demonically strong". Seemed to Orion that Frost and his family simply steamrolled through the galaxy, declaring themselves as the emperors due only to the fact that no one alive or dead had the ungodly capacity to slay any of them. One day, he hoped to return to Vegeta-sei and level as much of the changeling occupation as he could, just to show them how much stronger he was now. That was a little dream that had to wait until he was alive again, however.
Szar eyed Orion suspiciously, and for good reason. The feral saiyan, although calm now, was prone to explosive bouts of rage around him simply because he was a changeling. The one eyed warrior wasn't paying him attention at the moment, looking somewhat lost in thought, or perhaps just moping because he didn't get his way. In any case, Szar wasn't interested in provoking the rageaholic, but he wasn't about to succumb to the saiyan's oppression. If he attacked them again, he was sure that Gamer would step in, however annoyingly, and settle the dispute before it got too heated. Hopefully if shit hit the fan again, the nerdy overlord would move before Orion delivered several blunt blows.
Orion grunted. "Stop."
Szar looked over his shoulder. "What?"
"Give me the map," he said in monotone.
The changeling obeyed, if only to avoid another schizophrenic frenzy. He reached into the backpack and extracted the item, handing it to Orion. The saiyan dusted it off, as if Szar had contaminated it somehow, and unfurled it. His single eye moved back and forth as he scanned the map, coming to the same conclusion that Szar had. They had to venture through the island jungle to arrive at the giant X.
"Hmph. Just checking that you weren't luring me to my death," Orion murmured as he shoved the rolled map into Szar's chest. "But if you don't mind, I'd rather do this on my own."
Szar rolled his eyes. "By all means."
Orion didn't need the provisions that were contained within the satchel on the lizard's back; besides, he wouldn't want it, now that changeling scales had made contact with the fabric. If Szar was going to survive, he would need every advantage he could get. Sitting around stuffing their corpulence while sending the saiyan people to their deaths ruined whatever survival instincts that endured after massive destruction and genocide. There was a likely chance that the lizard would be a decomposing carcass the next time he saw him. That made Orion smirk just a little as he walked away from Szar.
Suddenly, the saiyan felt a force pulling him backwards as he tried to move forward. It was steady, but it revealed little strength. It was probably the changeling, begging Orion not to leave him alone in the dark, scary jungle. Pathetic, but it amused him. Saiyans were superior to their shapeshifting "masters", so it was pleasant to see one of the almighty bow like a lowly peasant for his help.
As Orion was indulging in his fantasy, the reactionary force strengthened. He tried taking a step forward, but he was being dragged backwards, his heels leaving trails in the sand. Orion turned around, confident that his original presumption was entirely inaccurate. Szar was approaching him in much the same manner; his back turned and unwillingly. Their tails met, and the clank of metal resounded.
"What the hell is this?!" Orion bellowed.
Szar yanked himself free of the grip with persistent pressure on his leading foot. He examined his tail, noticing a metallic bracelet around its middle. "A magnet?"
Orion unhinged the golden chain of his robe and removed it, exposing his sleeveless ebony chest plate and the one identifiable racial trait, his tail. He ran his fingers over it, locating the cold steel device. "This is ridiculous. I'm finding the treasure by myself. I don't want to pull you along the entire way."
Szar attempted to pry the device free with his nails, but found it hardy and unbreakable. "I don't think these are going to come off any time soon."
"The hell they're not!" Orion roared. A navy aura consumed his body, blowing waves of sand outwards. "I'm no damn joke to anyone, I don't care who they think they are!"
Like a phosphorous rescue flare ascending in the night sky, Orion exploded upwards. A diminishing trail of light was left in his wake as he continued to garner altitude. The plan was simple; propel himself with enough velocity to break the magnetic bond between the two unlikely contestants and off he went to his treasure chest and to victory, leaving Szar wallowing on the beach front. It was win-win.
Orion's accelerating comet of a form abruptly joined with another equally powerful force urging him to return to the sand. The saiyan grimaced, funnelling more ki into his escape, brightening like a coalescing star. His added fervor failed to assist against the magnetic ordinance, abating his augmented speed. Not one to submit without a struggle, Orion pressed on, burning more energy to combat the unbreakable pull. He quickly realised that he was fighting a losing battle; all the ki he was expending was utterly useless against the force of nature continuing to grow in intensity.
With a defeated yell, Orion was catapulted towards the earth like he was launched from an oversided rubber band. Szar watched his aura dissipate from the ground, convinced that the saiyan warrior somehow managed to sever their magnetic connection. That was until he spotted the one eyed veteran hurtling towards the beach. Towards him.
"Oh shit!" Szar cried, turning and sprinting away from danger. Orion's trajectory altered with Szar's movements, changing angles to align again with the magnetic bracelet on his tail. There was no escaping it.
"Damn you Gamer!"
Orion collided with Szar, shielded amongst a cylindrical wall of sand that erupted from the very ground. It cascaded back to the ground, filling in the massive indentation in the beach. Both participants of Gamer's tournament lay stunned in the pit's centre. Szar was the first to find his voice.
"Great idea, there," he groaned sarcastically, floating out of the hole.
Orion grunted, clearing the cusp of the pit with a single bound. "Got any better ones?"
"We'll just have to go through the jungle together," Szar stated, brushing off the sticky granules from his forearms.
"Ugh. I guess there is no choice," Orion complained. "But try anything funny, lizard, and it'll be the last thing you do. Understand?"
"Whatever," Szar returned apathetically. The saiyan's bravado was getting tiresome.
Orion took an arrogant step in front of the changeling. "I'll lead the way."
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