12-01-2004, 08:05 AM
A strange sting accompanied a rather sudden change of surrounding, a bright sunny day had become an atmospherically lit space hotel. More or less. The changeling eyed the directions given, the place was well equipped at the least, designed to accommodate a rather large crowd, his ki sense told him quickly that most had headed off to a bar, he followed the directions to the bar passing a restaurant and other amenities.
Before entering, he took a look around, the building really was top notch, whoever was footing this bill had deep pockets. Pockets like the grand canyon, he decided as he noted subtle gold trim on several items. The changeling advanced into the bar, idle talk was being spread. A few recognized figures were outlined in the room. Some powerhouses no doubt, the changeling had a few too many enemies who had become just a tiny bit too strong. Hopefully, they would wear themselves down or do something foolish, he could only hope.
Announcing himself he straightened his posture and proclaimed "Well, well, well. Where did they pick up this crowd? I should kill you all right here." He ended his empty threat with ceremonial hissing. Koola had been described as manic, without warning or reason changing emotional states, alliances and even plans. He would often switch between personalities, but the most commonly seen was the standard changeling attitude. Arrogance only rivaled by that of a Saiyajin, a cold heartless disposition and an enmity for all. But he played the part, oh so well. Koola snarled once more, seeing if any would be foolish enough to accept a challenge at this state of the tournament.
Before entering, he took a look around, the building really was top notch, whoever was footing this bill had deep pockets. Pockets like the grand canyon, he decided as he noted subtle gold trim on several items. The changeling advanced into the bar, idle talk was being spread. A few recognized figures were outlined in the room. Some powerhouses no doubt, the changeling had a few too many enemies who had become just a tiny bit too strong. Hopefully, they would wear themselves down or do something foolish, he could only hope.
Announcing himself he straightened his posture and proclaimed "Well, well, well. Where did they pick up this crowd? I should kill you all right here." He ended his empty threat with ceremonial hissing. Koola had been described as manic, without warning or reason changing emotional states, alliances and even plans. He would often switch between personalities, but the most commonly seen was the standard changeling attitude. Arrogance only rivaled by that of a Saiyajin, a cold heartless disposition and an enmity for all. But he played the part, oh so well. Koola snarled once more, seeing if any would be foolish enough to accept a challenge at this state of the tournament.