06-10-2008, 02:40 AM
Continued from: http://www.cdbzrpg.com/forum/showpost.ph...ostcount=2
The Saiyan’s eyes slowly flickered open, noting the silence all around him as he glanced around before sitting up slowly, as if unsure of himself. Stretching out his arms, he drew a deep breath and felt the oxygen flow throughout his lungs before exhaling slowly. Amazingly, there was no lingering feelings of drunkenness or even a hangover.
He pushed himself to his feet and looked down a moment, eyes widening as he realized that he was completely naked. In a rush, he snatched up his clothing from the floor and began pulling his pants on immediately, staring up at the ceiling the entire time until he clasped the belt in place, feeling only then that it was safe to look down.
“That’s going to be something I wish I hadn’t seen,” he mumbled to himself before looking down at the crab that was hiding beneath a nearby overturned table. He kneeled down and smiled at the crab, reaching out his ungloved hand to gently urge the crab into his outstretched palm before carrying it over to the ladder, climbing the rungs one step at a time, and then used his shoulder to force open the trap door to allow a sudden rush of cool moist sea air into the cellar.
Not to be outdone, the early morning dawn flooded into the cellar as well, leaving the crab to suddenly draw its eyes into its shell a moment before slowly coming back out. Reijin looked down at the crab and chuckled, sliding it up through the small crack to release it onto the cool wet beach sand. “You are one tough little crab,” he called to it, bidding it farewell. “Don’t let the barbarians of this planet tell you any differently.”
The crab stared at him for a moment before sliding sideways through the sand. Reijin watched it leave with a tint of sadness within his eyes before climbing back down once more to grab the rest of his clothing. A few minutes later, the hardened warrior flipped the door back over and emerged, his arms exiting first to push himself out from the darkened pit. He tossed his pitchfork up onto the sand and then, with a push, vaulted himself out and onto his feet, grabbing his weapon again before rising to his full stature, cloak flowing behind him majestically.
His fingers lifted up and gently felt the wind rushing through them before he took another breath of the morning sea air, allowing it to penetrate him deeply. “Of all places, on this planet of death… I find life.” A casual glance up revealed a flock of birds flying over head through the morning dew as the deep reds, oranges, and pinks filled the sky with the sun’s rising.
He took a few steps forward and pointed his demon spear forward, breaking into a fast movement of spins and twirls, his movements a blurred dance of ferocity and strikes, removing limbs from invisible adversaries that were from another world. Each strike aimed to either remove a power core or dismember an important limb, to slash a throat or eviscerate intestines.
After a moment’s warmup, the warrior slowed down into a series of stretches, leaning forward and then pulling back into a tall stance. “Its no sword, but it should suit me quite well,” he mused, looking out in the distance. “Now, where shall I go first?”
Then he heard a masculine groan within his head.
Ehn…
Reijin stopped and braced himself for the onslaught that he knew was going to come.
Wait… WHAT? Wait a fucking minute! the voice roared loudly within his mind. You bitch! What the hell do you think you are doing?
The Saiyan shrugged, walking forward slowly to begin the trek at hand. “If I can’t get you to cooperate then I’m going to just have to do this myself,” Jun’ai responded, controlling Reijin’s body from that place within her mind that she lay.
Not in my fucking body you aren’t!
Reijin’s body stopped for a moment and contemplated, digging deeply back into his memories to find the one he’d found during the drunken adventure of the previous night. “Alright, I’m much more comfortable in my own anyways.” The words were spoken as a burst of smoke surrounded his form. “I’m sure that getting my goals accomplished as you would cause me quite a few disagreements anyways.”
The smoke peeled back in the wind to reveal a very beautiful young woman with flowing amethyst hair laying up on her shoulders, a crescent shaped piece of machinery engraved into her flesh to encompass her eye before flowing down like a slash to her cheek. Even still, it only added to her sense of style rather than retract from it. Her eyes glittered like emerald’s in the growing light and she smiled, outstretching her very female hands to look down at them before pulling the clothing to accommodate her new assets. She silently thanked Reijin for having paid as close attention as he had to her image before so that she could use his own Shapechange ability to take a form more suitable to her liking. His drinking binge had weakened his mind just enough to leave him incapacitated for her to assert control.
“Sorry boys, but Jun’ai has entered the tournament.”
She took a few more steps forward before stopping suddenly, her stomach lurching beneath her violently as she braced herself using the long staff as a hold. “Oh man, why did you have to go and get yourself so drunk?” she complained a moment. Then her eyes flashed wide before she exploded in smoke once more.
When it cleared, the male Saiyan was standing tall, imposing a lot stronger and more intimidating visage than before. He looked around a moment before noting a scuttling crab in the distance. “I told you, bitch, I am a Saiyan. I can’t get drunk off of this watered down crap.” With that having been said, he held up his arm and shot a small sharp charge at the crab, the tiny explosion shattering the crab’s shell and killing it instantly, boiling the crab in the water that it had just entered.
A burst of steam sprayed out from the open wound in the shell as Reijin approached it coolly, kneeling down to retrieve his prize and lifting it out of the water, looking over it before digging in a hand to scrape out the warm steamed meat from its body and then cracking a leg, lifting it up to his mouth to suck the meat from inside. “Ah… That’s much better.”
From within his mind, a contrary voice seethed. I think I hate you. Yeah, from what Reijin could tell, she was not pleased. He smiled and held up one of the other legs.
“I’m sorry, I’d offer you one but you aren’t really here. Don’t worry though, they taste better with sauce, but this isn’t all bad. Better than bread.”
The Saiyan’s eyes slowly flickered open, noting the silence all around him as he glanced around before sitting up slowly, as if unsure of himself. Stretching out his arms, he drew a deep breath and felt the oxygen flow throughout his lungs before exhaling slowly. Amazingly, there was no lingering feelings of drunkenness or even a hangover.
He pushed himself to his feet and looked down a moment, eyes widening as he realized that he was completely naked. In a rush, he snatched up his clothing from the floor and began pulling his pants on immediately, staring up at the ceiling the entire time until he clasped the belt in place, feeling only then that it was safe to look down.
“That’s going to be something I wish I hadn’t seen,” he mumbled to himself before looking down at the crab that was hiding beneath a nearby overturned table. He kneeled down and smiled at the crab, reaching out his ungloved hand to gently urge the crab into his outstretched palm before carrying it over to the ladder, climbing the rungs one step at a time, and then used his shoulder to force open the trap door to allow a sudden rush of cool moist sea air into the cellar.
Not to be outdone, the early morning dawn flooded into the cellar as well, leaving the crab to suddenly draw its eyes into its shell a moment before slowly coming back out. Reijin looked down at the crab and chuckled, sliding it up through the small crack to release it onto the cool wet beach sand. “You are one tough little crab,” he called to it, bidding it farewell. “Don’t let the barbarians of this planet tell you any differently.”
The crab stared at him for a moment before sliding sideways through the sand. Reijin watched it leave with a tint of sadness within his eyes before climbing back down once more to grab the rest of his clothing. A few minutes later, the hardened warrior flipped the door back over and emerged, his arms exiting first to push himself out from the darkened pit. He tossed his pitchfork up onto the sand and then, with a push, vaulted himself out and onto his feet, grabbing his weapon again before rising to his full stature, cloak flowing behind him majestically.
His fingers lifted up and gently felt the wind rushing through them before he took another breath of the morning sea air, allowing it to penetrate him deeply. “Of all places, on this planet of death… I find life.” A casual glance up revealed a flock of birds flying over head through the morning dew as the deep reds, oranges, and pinks filled the sky with the sun’s rising.
He took a few steps forward and pointed his demon spear forward, breaking into a fast movement of spins and twirls, his movements a blurred dance of ferocity and strikes, removing limbs from invisible adversaries that were from another world. Each strike aimed to either remove a power core or dismember an important limb, to slash a throat or eviscerate intestines.
After a moment’s warmup, the warrior slowed down into a series of stretches, leaning forward and then pulling back into a tall stance. “Its no sword, but it should suit me quite well,” he mused, looking out in the distance. “Now, where shall I go first?”
Then he heard a masculine groan within his head.
Ehn…
Reijin stopped and braced himself for the onslaught that he knew was going to come.
Wait… WHAT? Wait a fucking minute! the voice roared loudly within his mind. You bitch! What the hell do you think you are doing?
The Saiyan shrugged, walking forward slowly to begin the trek at hand. “If I can’t get you to cooperate then I’m going to just have to do this myself,” Jun’ai responded, controlling Reijin’s body from that place within her mind that she lay.
Not in my fucking body you aren’t!
Reijin’s body stopped for a moment and contemplated, digging deeply back into his memories to find the one he’d found during the drunken adventure of the previous night. “Alright, I’m much more comfortable in my own anyways.” The words were spoken as a burst of smoke surrounded his form. “I’m sure that getting my goals accomplished as you would cause me quite a few disagreements anyways.”
The smoke peeled back in the wind to reveal a very beautiful young woman with flowing amethyst hair laying up on her shoulders, a crescent shaped piece of machinery engraved into her flesh to encompass her eye before flowing down like a slash to her cheek. Even still, it only added to her sense of style rather than retract from it. Her eyes glittered like emerald’s in the growing light and she smiled, outstretching her very female hands to look down at them before pulling the clothing to accommodate her new assets. She silently thanked Reijin for having paid as close attention as he had to her image before so that she could use his own Shapechange ability to take a form more suitable to her liking. His drinking binge had weakened his mind just enough to leave him incapacitated for her to assert control.
“Sorry boys, but Jun’ai has entered the tournament.”
She took a few more steps forward before stopping suddenly, her stomach lurching beneath her violently as she braced herself using the long staff as a hold. “Oh man, why did you have to go and get yourself so drunk?” she complained a moment. Then her eyes flashed wide before she exploded in smoke once more.
When it cleared, the male Saiyan was standing tall, imposing a lot stronger and more intimidating visage than before. He looked around a moment before noting a scuttling crab in the distance. “I told you, bitch, I am a Saiyan. I can’t get drunk off of this watered down crap.” With that having been said, he held up his arm and shot a small sharp charge at the crab, the tiny explosion shattering the crab’s shell and killing it instantly, boiling the crab in the water that it had just entered.
A burst of steam sprayed out from the open wound in the shell as Reijin approached it coolly, kneeling down to retrieve his prize and lifting it out of the water, looking over it before digging in a hand to scrape out the warm steamed meat from its body and then cracking a leg, lifting it up to his mouth to suck the meat from inside. “Ah… That’s much better.”
From within his mind, a contrary voice seethed. I think I hate you. Yeah, from what Reijin could tell, she was not pleased. He smiled and held up one of the other legs.
“I’m sorry, I’d offer you one but you aren’t really here. Don’t worry though, they taste better with sauce, but this isn’t all bad. Better than bread.”
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