12-04-2004, 01:31 PM
"So it has," Goku finally replied, his composure ringing true in his voice. "I thought I might see you here."
Before Reijin had the opportunity to respond, the loudspeaker in the port interrupted. "Will all participants please report to the information deck." Reijin's eyes snapped back to Kakarot, but he just turned, and gave Reijin a final look before walking off. "Failure to do so immediatly will result in an automatic expulsion from the tournament." Reijin knew the look well. The look of sheer hatred. He sighed, and quickly followed Goku and the reptillian alien towards the information deck. Crowds of people began pushing at them, as everyone tried to force their way through at once.
After fighting his way clear of the crowd, trying to keep Kakarot in sight, he began to notice large flashing arrows on the ceiling. "This way for the pre-dead." he commented morbidly. "All potential victims of Reijin, please line up at the counter." he continued to quip, drawing some look.
Soon, he was pushing his way into a large open room, expansive for thousands of warriors, and equipped with several thousand small and uncomfortable devices known as the folding chair. Each found themselves behind one as those in front of them stopped moving, and they each took their seat. Reijin turned and found Goku staring at him in disbelief. He gave Goku a grin, and a thumbs up just for good measure. "Cheers." He'd managed to score seats right next to them. He looked just down the row and saw Trunks trying to sit down and continue to glare his way at the same time.
The love in the room was overflowing.
A large stage was at the front, similar to the one used by the overly-flamboyant man that had announced the tournament. Another man was standing at it, tapping boredly on the microphone as he waited for all the files of people to finally sit. Finally, he looked up and around. "Looks like everyone's here." he said, motioning to the crowd. "As of this moment, everyone here is a participant in the Dante's Abyss tournament, sponsored by Synex Corporation." Reijin heard groans from around him. "I'm here now to give all of you a bit of information before the ships take you all to Dante."
In the front row, another participant stood up. "Why don't they just you tele-tubes? Like they did to take use here?" An annoyed friend of his quickly kicked him in the back of the kneecap, forcing him to retake his seat and slapping him in the back of the head for being stupid. Reijin just assumed it was to cause his victims to die of being overly anxious... to die.
"A good question. Can anyone else answer it?" the man 'answered'.
"You can't teleport to, or from this place." This came from the long haired Saiyan that Reijin had witness the ascended Super Saiyan transformation from. Raditzu. He was only a couple of rows in front of Reijin, and neaby was Koola as well, who seemed to be responding on the same tone.
"There's a stasis field covering this entire area." the changeling commented. Really, Reijin wondered what kind of moron would be in such a hurry to leave when the fun and festivities had yet to even begin.
"That is correct. The same sort of field is around Dante. You were able to take a teleportation tube here because, for lack of a 30 minute explanation, we modified the tubes you used." He motioned to a few boxes that an assistant was carrying onto the stage. "Moving on. The only thing any of you will be allowed to take with you to Planet Dante is whatever armor you are currently wearing. Any sort of protective suit will be allowed as well."
Reijin grumbled in annoyance. All the Saibamen, all the Stasis Grenades, all that zeni he had purchased upon first hearing news of the event from various posters in town was wasted. He was sure he was not alone in this feeling. Right on cue, someone stated his thoughts in a rather moronic way. "We can't even take a scouter?" Reijin sighed. That IS what the man had just said. Reijin looked at the one that had asked the question, and narrowed his eyes. This being seemed very similar to the other two changelings he had met, Koola and his brother Furiza. Perhaps this one was related as well, or at least just a member of the same race.
"No. You may not even take a scouter. Now please sit down so I may continue. Any items that are not armor will be placed into one of these boxes. It will then be locked using a fingerprint, or whatever appendage you choose. This is to ensure that your items are not in any risk of being stolen. Not even we can open these boxes without your fingerprint, so there's nothing to worry about." Again, a raised hand prompted a moronic response.
"What if we lose our arm in the tournament?" a random participant joked, recieving a few laughs. Reijin smiled smugly. "I'd be worried about losing your head." He heard a few laughs his own way, at the sick humor, but also heard some annoyed sounds from his right. He turned and looked at Kakarot, and chuckled.
"Look, 'what if's aren't my job. And, frankly, I'm not paid enough to take more time than neccissary explaining all of this. The last thing on the agenda is this little collar." The man hurridly answered, growing rather annoyed at the lack of any seriousness. He motioned at a mannequin off to the side, a collar around it's neck. "On Dante there are several 'safe-houses', or bunkers. Within each bunker is a device that deactivates the dematerialization feature of the collars." Some moans were heard in response, and all Reijin could think to say was "I love how they call that a FEATURE." To him, it seemed like some sick inside joke. He liked it.
"Failure to enter a bunker, and turn off this feature, results in an immediate activation of the collar." He motioned at the dummy with a flourish, as it just began shaking a moment, and then became dust to dust, ashes to ashes. "I assure you, the collar does not care how strong or fast you are. Oh, and tampering with the collar in any way will result in the collar's activation."
"And we're just supposed to trust you guys with something like that strapped around our necks." Reijin was ready to respond to this one himself, when Raditzu lazily beat him to it, from a couple of rows in front of him.
"Get over it. They've done the same thing for every tournament." Raditzu shrugged, recieving a nod from the announcer. Reijin didn't see what the big deal was. To him, they were all already dead the moment they signed the sheet. Now was just a question of how and in what way.
"Now, with all of that taken care of, it's time for everyone to board the ship." Several people began to rise around him. "There will be several waiting rooms where you may lock you items in, then you may proceed to the security station where you will be checked for any extra equipement. Please have your armor off and ready for inspection when you enter this room. From there you will each be fitted with a collar and sent on your merry way. Any questions?" Several hands were raised, but the man had been far patient enough with them, and just seemed blank to them. "No? Good." He quickly left the stage, leaving many an unanswered question in the mouths of sheep.
Reijin turned to Kakarot. "Do you need any help removing your armor, Kakarotto?" he asked with a voice so sweet, it could kill.
Before Reijin had the opportunity to respond, the loudspeaker in the port interrupted. "Will all participants please report to the information deck." Reijin's eyes snapped back to Kakarot, but he just turned, and gave Reijin a final look before walking off. "Failure to do so immediatly will result in an automatic expulsion from the tournament." Reijin knew the look well. The look of sheer hatred. He sighed, and quickly followed Goku and the reptillian alien towards the information deck. Crowds of people began pushing at them, as everyone tried to force their way through at once.
After fighting his way clear of the crowd, trying to keep Kakarot in sight, he began to notice large flashing arrows on the ceiling. "This way for the pre-dead." he commented morbidly. "All potential victims of Reijin, please line up at the counter." he continued to quip, drawing some look.
Soon, he was pushing his way into a large open room, expansive for thousands of warriors, and equipped with several thousand small and uncomfortable devices known as the folding chair. Each found themselves behind one as those in front of them stopped moving, and they each took their seat. Reijin turned and found Goku staring at him in disbelief. He gave Goku a grin, and a thumbs up just for good measure. "Cheers." He'd managed to score seats right next to them. He looked just down the row and saw Trunks trying to sit down and continue to glare his way at the same time.
The love in the room was overflowing.
A large stage was at the front, similar to the one used by the overly-flamboyant man that had announced the tournament. Another man was standing at it, tapping boredly on the microphone as he waited for all the files of people to finally sit. Finally, he looked up and around. "Looks like everyone's here." he said, motioning to the crowd. "As of this moment, everyone here is a participant in the Dante's Abyss tournament, sponsored by Synex Corporation." Reijin heard groans from around him. "I'm here now to give all of you a bit of information before the ships take you all to Dante."
In the front row, another participant stood up. "Why don't they just you tele-tubes? Like they did to take use here?" An annoyed friend of his quickly kicked him in the back of the kneecap, forcing him to retake his seat and slapping him in the back of the head for being stupid. Reijin just assumed it was to cause his victims to die of being overly anxious... to die.
"A good question. Can anyone else answer it?" the man 'answered'.
"You can't teleport to, or from this place." This came from the long haired Saiyan that Reijin had witness the ascended Super Saiyan transformation from. Raditzu. He was only a couple of rows in front of Reijin, and neaby was Koola as well, who seemed to be responding on the same tone.
"There's a stasis field covering this entire area." the changeling commented. Really, Reijin wondered what kind of moron would be in such a hurry to leave when the fun and festivities had yet to even begin.
"That is correct. The same sort of field is around Dante. You were able to take a teleportation tube here because, for lack of a 30 minute explanation, we modified the tubes you used." He motioned to a few boxes that an assistant was carrying onto the stage. "Moving on. The only thing any of you will be allowed to take with you to Planet Dante is whatever armor you are currently wearing. Any sort of protective suit will be allowed as well."
Reijin grumbled in annoyance. All the Saibamen, all the Stasis Grenades, all that zeni he had purchased upon first hearing news of the event from various posters in town was wasted. He was sure he was not alone in this feeling. Right on cue, someone stated his thoughts in a rather moronic way. "We can't even take a scouter?" Reijin sighed. That IS what the man had just said. Reijin looked at the one that had asked the question, and narrowed his eyes. This being seemed very similar to the other two changelings he had met, Koola and his brother Furiza. Perhaps this one was related as well, or at least just a member of the same race.
"No. You may not even take a scouter. Now please sit down so I may continue. Any items that are not armor will be placed into one of these boxes. It will then be locked using a fingerprint, or whatever appendage you choose. This is to ensure that your items are not in any risk of being stolen. Not even we can open these boxes without your fingerprint, so there's nothing to worry about." Again, a raised hand prompted a moronic response.
"What if we lose our arm in the tournament?" a random participant joked, recieving a few laughs. Reijin smiled smugly. "I'd be worried about losing your head." He heard a few laughs his own way, at the sick humor, but also heard some annoyed sounds from his right. He turned and looked at Kakarot, and chuckled.
"Look, 'what if's aren't my job. And, frankly, I'm not paid enough to take more time than neccissary explaining all of this. The last thing on the agenda is this little collar." The man hurridly answered, growing rather annoyed at the lack of any seriousness. He motioned at a mannequin off to the side, a collar around it's neck. "On Dante there are several 'safe-houses', or bunkers. Within each bunker is a device that deactivates the dematerialization feature of the collars." Some moans were heard in response, and all Reijin could think to say was "I love how they call that a FEATURE." To him, it seemed like some sick inside joke. He liked it.
"Failure to enter a bunker, and turn off this feature, results in an immediate activation of the collar." He motioned at the dummy with a flourish, as it just began shaking a moment, and then became dust to dust, ashes to ashes. "I assure you, the collar does not care how strong or fast you are. Oh, and tampering with the collar in any way will result in the collar's activation."
"And we're just supposed to trust you guys with something like that strapped around our necks." Reijin was ready to respond to this one himself, when Raditzu lazily beat him to it, from a couple of rows in front of him.
"Get over it. They've done the same thing for every tournament." Raditzu shrugged, recieving a nod from the announcer. Reijin didn't see what the big deal was. To him, they were all already dead the moment they signed the sheet. Now was just a question of how and in what way.
"Now, with all of that taken care of, it's time for everyone to board the ship." Several people began to rise around him. "There will be several waiting rooms where you may lock you items in, then you may proceed to the security station where you will be checked for any extra equipement. Please have your armor off and ready for inspection when you enter this room. From there you will each be fitted with a collar and sent on your merry way. Any questions?" Several hands were raised, but the man had been far patient enough with them, and just seemed blank to them. "No? Good." He quickly left the stage, leaving many an unanswered question in the mouths of sheep.
Reijin turned to Kakarot. "Do you need any help removing your armor, Kakarotto?" he asked with a voice so sweet, it could kill.
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"I'm gonna fuck that unicorrrrrn"