06-09-2008, 10:22 AM
“Oi, what did I miss, what did I miss?” Smitty asked anxiously as he ran back into the room, still pulling up his pants and zipping them.
“They both died,” Sky answered instantly and convincingly. Kayley playfully smacked the first mate on the shoulder.
“Oh-wha?! No bloody way!” Smitty gaped, completely falling for it.
“It was touch and go for a moment,” Briggs hissed. “But they’re alive. Things are going…pretty well…”
Kayley nodded enthusiastically at the medic, who frowned, lining his plain face with irritation at the joke. Sky shrugged, suggesting that he shouldn’t take bathroom breaks during the good parts. The crew yawned, realizing how late they had stayed up just to watch the suspenseful encounter. They felt just as exhausted as the pair they were rooting for. One at a time, they shuffled off to their rooms, leaving the television on as a few hours later, more scenes began to unfold.
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It felt…nice. He hadn’t slept like this in a long time, and although his thoughts were filled with discomfort, they where outweighed by the warmth next to him. Bardock had been too tired to object, anyway, and quality rest was going to be important in the next couple of days to come. Even if he wanted to, he probably could not bring out his full strength for a bit, which left him decidedly vulnerable. Despite all that, if those bastards wanted a go, he was going to give them a go, no ifs, ands, or buts. He just preferred to arrange the meetings on his terms.
The saiya-jin’s eyes flickered open as if bidden by some automatic internal alarm clock. He’d been drilled long ago in his military days not to sleep too deeply for more than a couple of hours at a time in a warzone, and the practice had stuck with him the rest of his days. Senses were initially sluggish, but rapidly sharpened, as they’d been conditioned to do. Eyes, ear, and scouter gave him a read-out of the hunting lodge and the surrounding area. No danger was present, so he eased up a little, dragging his feet in the moment.
This year’s tournament had proved to be groundbreaking, in more ways than one. It was just a shame that it wasn’t going to last. When the Abyss ended, when it swallowed them all in its bloody depths, so too ended the life-altering encounters the tournament held. Truly, for once, Bardock was going to leave with more than he entered aside from a few more kills scribbled on his long list. Whatever that was going to be, was still yet to be determined.
Bardock lay silently for a moment, functioning hand still clutching the human’s. Not in a thousand years did he ever think he was going to see himself here. Leisurely, the fighter guided her hand away from his body and released it, sliding off the couch without stirring his sleeping companion. There was still the matter of supplies to be contended with. He fished out his empty water bottles, and swiftly exited the lodge, needing to find a clean source of water and some food within a short amount of time. The black, heavy thunderheads had mildly subsided, leaving only a thin drizzle of mist in place of the horrible squall.
By the time he returned, dawn was threatening to crack, the hours of the early morning waning. Although it was risky, he needed to try and chance a few more winks of sleep before attempting to move.
He replaced his now-full water bottles back in his bag, but alas had come empty-handed in ways of food. Muttering to himself, Bardock resigned to just finishing off the surely stale supply of bread that was left. The fighter dimmed the lantern, mistakenly reaching out with his busted hand. He observed it in the light. It was rendered practically useless, already swelling up in ugly black and blue hues swatched with red. Bardock tried unsuccessfully to flex his fingers, grimacing as a jolt of discomfort paralyzed the muscle and bone. His eyes roved to his bag, where the medical kit was stashed. There weren’t many valuables left in the case. Hearing the gentle breathing of the girl, his eyes now beheld her sleeping figure. So many choices had been presented to him, so many choices that had to be made.
“Bardock…?” Violet mumbled sleepily as she realized something was missing on the couch.
The saiyan’s tail twitched before he consciously coiled it around his waist. “Everything’s good. Go back to sleep.”
He crawled back on the couch, resuming his previous position, hands held and all. He closed his eyes and breathed deeply, once more feeling the warmness. He wondered what the battlefield had next in store for them, and how tragically this was all going to be pulled apart.
“They both died,” Sky answered instantly and convincingly. Kayley playfully smacked the first mate on the shoulder.
“Oh-wha?! No bloody way!” Smitty gaped, completely falling for it.
“It was touch and go for a moment,” Briggs hissed. “But they’re alive. Things are going…pretty well…”
Kayley nodded enthusiastically at the medic, who frowned, lining his plain face with irritation at the joke. Sky shrugged, suggesting that he shouldn’t take bathroom breaks during the good parts. The crew yawned, realizing how late they had stayed up just to watch the suspenseful encounter. They felt just as exhausted as the pair they were rooting for. One at a time, they shuffled off to their rooms, leaving the television on as a few hours later, more scenes began to unfold.
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It felt…nice. He hadn’t slept like this in a long time, and although his thoughts were filled with discomfort, they where outweighed by the warmth next to him. Bardock had been too tired to object, anyway, and quality rest was going to be important in the next couple of days to come. Even if he wanted to, he probably could not bring out his full strength for a bit, which left him decidedly vulnerable. Despite all that, if those bastards wanted a go, he was going to give them a go, no ifs, ands, or buts. He just preferred to arrange the meetings on his terms.
The saiya-jin’s eyes flickered open as if bidden by some automatic internal alarm clock. He’d been drilled long ago in his military days not to sleep too deeply for more than a couple of hours at a time in a warzone, and the practice had stuck with him the rest of his days. Senses were initially sluggish, but rapidly sharpened, as they’d been conditioned to do. Eyes, ear, and scouter gave him a read-out of the hunting lodge and the surrounding area. No danger was present, so he eased up a little, dragging his feet in the moment.
This year’s tournament had proved to be groundbreaking, in more ways than one. It was just a shame that it wasn’t going to last. When the Abyss ended, when it swallowed them all in its bloody depths, so too ended the life-altering encounters the tournament held. Truly, for once, Bardock was going to leave with more than he entered aside from a few more kills scribbled on his long list. Whatever that was going to be, was still yet to be determined.
Bardock lay silently for a moment, functioning hand still clutching the human’s. Not in a thousand years did he ever think he was going to see himself here. Leisurely, the fighter guided her hand away from his body and released it, sliding off the couch without stirring his sleeping companion. There was still the matter of supplies to be contended with. He fished out his empty water bottles, and swiftly exited the lodge, needing to find a clean source of water and some food within a short amount of time. The black, heavy thunderheads had mildly subsided, leaving only a thin drizzle of mist in place of the horrible squall.
By the time he returned, dawn was threatening to crack, the hours of the early morning waning. Although it was risky, he needed to try and chance a few more winks of sleep before attempting to move.
He replaced his now-full water bottles back in his bag, but alas had come empty-handed in ways of food. Muttering to himself, Bardock resigned to just finishing off the surely stale supply of bread that was left. The fighter dimmed the lantern, mistakenly reaching out with his busted hand. He observed it in the light. It was rendered practically useless, already swelling up in ugly black and blue hues swatched with red. Bardock tried unsuccessfully to flex his fingers, grimacing as a jolt of discomfort paralyzed the muscle and bone. His eyes roved to his bag, where the medical kit was stashed. There weren’t many valuables left in the case. Hearing the gentle breathing of the girl, his eyes now beheld her sleeping figure. So many choices had been presented to him, so many choices that had to be made.
“Bardock…?” Violet mumbled sleepily as she realized something was missing on the couch.
The saiyan’s tail twitched before he consciously coiled it around his waist. “Everything’s good. Go back to sleep.”
He crawled back on the couch, resuming his previous position, hands held and all. He closed his eyes and breathed deeply, once more feeling the warmness. He wondered what the battlefield had next in store for them, and how tragically this was all going to be pulled apart.
[SIGPIC][/SIGPIC]
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Pass you by, good-bye to you=_
Pass you by, good-bye to you=_