06-09-2008, 04:00 AM
Continued from: http://www.cdbzrpg.com/forum/showpost.ph...ostcount=8
The waves crashed around him as the broken Saiyan pushed hard against the rushing current, the lightning crashing over head. In nothing more than a pair of boxer shorts and holding his pitchfork, he screamed in fury at the gods. He was now cursing, convinced that the reinforcements nearby had been forced to move further out into calmer waters while the tempest raged.
Jun'ai was at a complete loss of words but given the situation, she had no problem continuing to try. She was extremely disheartened to find her rough warrior that had been her last resort had fallen to this, having broken down into a stuttering fool. The man had obviously been holding a lot inside, and Jun'ai had not realized that his meeting with the bottle was simply a method of him dealing with it. She had been convincing him upon their arrival that he had not gone mad... She was no longer so sure. It seemed his every action was seeking to convince her otherwise.
Reijin was now swinging his pitchfork wildly in the air, crying a mixture of obsenities and demands, as if controlling the sea itself. Jun'ai was hastily burning through his mind memory after memory now, trying to first understand all the random references he made comments about while at the same time looking for an answer to this dilemna. It seemed, however, that no matter how much she looked she could find nowhere that he'd broken to this shell of a man so hard.
"Hear me!" he cried, hoisting his pitchfork up while staring at it, his mouth agape and his eyes wide. "I have been called by the gods into service! I, King Triton, demand that you obey me!" he screamed into the wind before being forced back a step from the rushing waves. Reaching up his hand to wipe his mouth, he responded by shaking his pitchfork at the retreating water. "Yes, run coward! The sea is at my command!"
King Triton... From an old Earth myth and a children's cartoon that he'd seen with Videl one day... He'd been complaining about it the entire time to her and yet had watched the movie in its entirety after she'd gone to bed as well as a number of other Earth media he'd seen with her. He seemed to have a lot of memories of this woman, and then Jun'ai found the memories of her destruction that he'd witness himself. She gasped inside at the pain before shifting her focus back to the situation at hand. She had learned more, but... She really had no idea how to apply it to this situation to regain control of it.
By now the water was smashing into the bare chested man's chin, splashing water into his mouth before the large waves pulled back and left the man, leaning against his pitchfork in an attempt to control his weakened legs. He spewed water from his mouth before crying back at the water in anger.
Reijin! You have get out of here, do you want to be pulled under on the next wave? This is madness!
"Madness?" he growled, wondering where the voice within his head had come from. Shaking his head furiously, he thrust his weapon once more into the sky in an attempt to cull the weak from his numbers. "THIS. IS. DANTEEE!" he cried.
The ocean completely disagreed, this time striking the half naked man and launching him from his feet, leaving him struggling beneath the water to grab on to something, anything, to keep from being pulled out to sea. His fork dug deeply into the sand and he held on tightly as the water rushed past him, pulling against him so hard that he lost his undergarments to the water's grasp.
The water finally receded enough that the Saiyan was found lying in the sand, looking over to a large crab that was staring directly at him from beneath its shell. Reijin's tail waved in the air uncontrollably as it dipped down and pointed at the crab. "What do you want..." he forced out, trying to struggle for breath and a simple sentence at the same time.
Um, you might want to get the hell out of here... You nearly got pulled out this time, and the water is going back really really far this time. This next one looks to be enormous. I'm begging you, please, for both our sakes, get your ass back into that shelter!
The Saiyan could not really focus on her complaints, however, as the crab had, in an attempt to find its own hold to prevent being relocated, realized that the Saiyan's tail was a perfect hold and had wrapped its claw around it. Reijin had learned long ago to mentally overcome his race's tail weakness for a short term, but there was only so much pain a being could physically take before losing its mind. Reijin was feeling more pain now than if the crab had grabbed onto his genitals, and as a result he leapt high into the air, landing on his feet and screaming in pain as he ran blindly, somehow still holding tightly onto the pitchfork.
Jun'ai cared nothing for the methods, as long as he kept running away from the enormous crested peak that was gathering far back in the water nearby. There, up that hill, the uh... Monster crab will not be able to catch you up there! It may not have been right, but at this point she'd say anything to get him back into that cellar, whereas before she couldn't wait to get him out.
He was running mindlessly, the large crab still attached to his tail as it flailed in the wind, the completely naked Saiyan charging up the hill and gripping his fork so tightly that his knuckles were whiter than the icy water had made them, using the pole to take out his frustration from the crab. He had swung back with the weapon once to knock the crab free, but had only struck his tail instead and only increased his pain.
That flash of a glance back had revealed to Jun'ai that the wave was crashing forward, hurtling towards them as the large peak moved in to sweep them from its path. She could do nothing but hope that her idiot host would somehow focus and not do something stupid like stop to fight off the crab. Thankfully, she suddenly experienced complete vertigo as his foot found nothing but emptyness, dropping down into the hole where the trap door had been. His eyes went wide as he fell, the wave striking the door with such force that it slammed shut brutally and loudly as they tumbled, the Saiyan landing hard on his head. The last thing that either of them heard was the roar of the water rushing over the boards above, the door rattling loudly under the pressure. Then they passed out.
The waves crashed around him as the broken Saiyan pushed hard against the rushing current, the lightning crashing over head. In nothing more than a pair of boxer shorts and holding his pitchfork, he screamed in fury at the gods. He was now cursing, convinced that the reinforcements nearby had been forced to move further out into calmer waters while the tempest raged.
Jun'ai was at a complete loss of words but given the situation, she had no problem continuing to try. She was extremely disheartened to find her rough warrior that had been her last resort had fallen to this, having broken down into a stuttering fool. The man had obviously been holding a lot inside, and Jun'ai had not realized that his meeting with the bottle was simply a method of him dealing with it. She had been convincing him upon their arrival that he had not gone mad... She was no longer so sure. It seemed his every action was seeking to convince her otherwise.
Reijin was now swinging his pitchfork wildly in the air, crying a mixture of obsenities and demands, as if controlling the sea itself. Jun'ai was hastily burning through his mind memory after memory now, trying to first understand all the random references he made comments about while at the same time looking for an answer to this dilemna. It seemed, however, that no matter how much she looked she could find nowhere that he'd broken to this shell of a man so hard.
"Hear me!" he cried, hoisting his pitchfork up while staring at it, his mouth agape and his eyes wide. "I have been called by the gods into service! I, King Triton, demand that you obey me!" he screamed into the wind before being forced back a step from the rushing waves. Reaching up his hand to wipe his mouth, he responded by shaking his pitchfork at the retreating water. "Yes, run coward! The sea is at my command!"
King Triton... From an old Earth myth and a children's cartoon that he'd seen with Videl one day... He'd been complaining about it the entire time to her and yet had watched the movie in its entirety after she'd gone to bed as well as a number of other Earth media he'd seen with her. He seemed to have a lot of memories of this woman, and then Jun'ai found the memories of her destruction that he'd witness himself. She gasped inside at the pain before shifting her focus back to the situation at hand. She had learned more, but... She really had no idea how to apply it to this situation to regain control of it.
By now the water was smashing into the bare chested man's chin, splashing water into his mouth before the large waves pulled back and left the man, leaning against his pitchfork in an attempt to control his weakened legs. He spewed water from his mouth before crying back at the water in anger.
Reijin! You have get out of here, do you want to be pulled under on the next wave? This is madness!
"Madness?" he growled, wondering where the voice within his head had come from. Shaking his head furiously, he thrust his weapon once more into the sky in an attempt to cull the weak from his numbers. "THIS. IS. DANTEEE!" he cried.
The ocean completely disagreed, this time striking the half naked man and launching him from his feet, leaving him struggling beneath the water to grab on to something, anything, to keep from being pulled out to sea. His fork dug deeply into the sand and he held on tightly as the water rushed past him, pulling against him so hard that he lost his undergarments to the water's grasp.
The water finally receded enough that the Saiyan was found lying in the sand, looking over to a large crab that was staring directly at him from beneath its shell. Reijin's tail waved in the air uncontrollably as it dipped down and pointed at the crab. "What do you want..." he forced out, trying to struggle for breath and a simple sentence at the same time.
Um, you might want to get the hell out of here... You nearly got pulled out this time, and the water is going back really really far this time. This next one looks to be enormous. I'm begging you, please, for both our sakes, get your ass back into that shelter!
The Saiyan could not really focus on her complaints, however, as the crab had, in an attempt to find its own hold to prevent being relocated, realized that the Saiyan's tail was a perfect hold and had wrapped its claw around it. Reijin had learned long ago to mentally overcome his race's tail weakness for a short term, but there was only so much pain a being could physically take before losing its mind. Reijin was feeling more pain now than if the crab had grabbed onto his genitals, and as a result he leapt high into the air, landing on his feet and screaming in pain as he ran blindly, somehow still holding tightly onto the pitchfork.
Jun'ai cared nothing for the methods, as long as he kept running away from the enormous crested peak that was gathering far back in the water nearby. There, up that hill, the uh... Monster crab will not be able to catch you up there! It may not have been right, but at this point she'd say anything to get him back into that cellar, whereas before she couldn't wait to get him out.
He was running mindlessly, the large crab still attached to his tail as it flailed in the wind, the completely naked Saiyan charging up the hill and gripping his fork so tightly that his knuckles were whiter than the icy water had made them, using the pole to take out his frustration from the crab. He had swung back with the weapon once to knock the crab free, but had only struck his tail instead and only increased his pain.
That flash of a glance back had revealed to Jun'ai that the wave was crashing forward, hurtling towards them as the large peak moved in to sweep them from its path. She could do nothing but hope that her idiot host would somehow focus and not do something stupid like stop to fight off the crab. Thankfully, she suddenly experienced complete vertigo as his foot found nothing but emptyness, dropping down into the hole where the trap door had been. His eyes went wide as he fell, the wave striking the door with such force that it slammed shut brutally and loudly as they tumbled, the Saiyan landing hard on his head. The last thing that either of them heard was the roar of the water rushing over the boards above, the door rattling loudly under the pressure. Then they passed out.
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