12-04-2004, 05:17 PM
Even though the storage rooms weren't as fantastic in size or design, they were perfectly made for their purpose. Rows upon rows ran along the left and right side of the wall as well as the back, Goten's eyes widening as he had guessed to be almost a million of the small slots where the boxes were being taken out of or placed in. "Um... aw, I can't use my gun thingy!" The tiny Saiyan groaned to himself as he remembered that was his only other thing on him aside from the L.E.N.S scouter positioned within his eyes.
"Next." Muttered an almost unaudioable voice over the constant drone of fighters that stood behind in the audience hall he had came out of. "NEXT!" The voice shattered all of the others in little competition.
"Oh!" Goten blinked, unaware that the line in front of him had depleted thanks to his thinking to himself. Smiling, the hybrid trailed his way inward to stop in front of a large alien like creature... it stood a towering 6' 2" over the youth but never the less its mass in muscles was anything but impressive. The alien's eyes drifted down upon Goten.
"Please remove any items that you were told to." It sounded blunt, obviously this strange character wasn't getting his fair cut of the pay either. With a nod, the demi Saiya-jin extracted from his pockets a small capsule which he had obtained to hold his small 'laser' gun in. Fingers coming up as he widened his eyes, removing the scouter from his retinas. Feeling a sudden rush feeling come over him he drifted backwards slightly, it had been a long while since he first put those on, and the view of the clear world had been much of an over powering feeling.
"What containment unit would you like?" The creature spoke again, ignoring Goten's small fit of dazed dancing.
"Um..." The youth hadn't really listened much to the speaker... all he had heard was something about a fingerprint and during into dust with something around your neck. But he decided to go along with the fingerprinting, tilting his head back and smiling up as he spoke. "I want the fingerprint thingy that Boz person talked about!"
With little more enthusiasm then a man walking down death row, the creature took a small box from the wall and handed it down to the Saiya-jin, telling him to place his finger against the small panel on the top. The youth did... for a moment nothing happened, then a green light flooded running from top to bottom before shining red indicating that it was completed. The box echoed as it undid its locking mechinized then popped open, the inside was lined with a strange yet dreamily soft deep blue cloth that felt almost like velvet as Goten placed the small capsule and contact lens inside. With the youth's hand withdrawing the box snapped shut, the alien turning to slide back the box into the opened space, more green light shown from behind somewhere as the fingerprint was scanned... by the shelf? It seemed strange but Goten smiled widely as the small screen facing out into the room where it was being held glistened his name. "Son Goten"
"Neat! So that's how they keep track of the boxes!" The small child giggled slightly out a laugh before glancing over to the security area where he had been told to continue onto next, giving a half dedicated smile as he turned about, wanting another to go before him. The youth hadn't the faintest from what to expect from a group of people that were supposed to search you for other items... and he wanted to make sure someone else experienced it first before moving on in himself...
"Next." Muttered an almost unaudioable voice over the constant drone of fighters that stood behind in the audience hall he had came out of. "NEXT!" The voice shattered all of the others in little competition.
"Oh!" Goten blinked, unaware that the line in front of him had depleted thanks to his thinking to himself. Smiling, the hybrid trailed his way inward to stop in front of a large alien like creature... it stood a towering 6' 2" over the youth but never the less its mass in muscles was anything but impressive. The alien's eyes drifted down upon Goten.
"Please remove any items that you were told to." It sounded blunt, obviously this strange character wasn't getting his fair cut of the pay either. With a nod, the demi Saiya-jin extracted from his pockets a small capsule which he had obtained to hold his small 'laser' gun in. Fingers coming up as he widened his eyes, removing the scouter from his retinas. Feeling a sudden rush feeling come over him he drifted backwards slightly, it had been a long while since he first put those on, and the view of the clear world had been much of an over powering feeling.
"What containment unit would you like?" The creature spoke again, ignoring Goten's small fit of dazed dancing.
"Um..." The youth hadn't really listened much to the speaker... all he had heard was something about a fingerprint and during into dust with something around your neck. But he decided to go along with the fingerprinting, tilting his head back and smiling up as he spoke. "I want the fingerprint thingy that Boz person talked about!"
With little more enthusiasm then a man walking down death row, the creature took a small box from the wall and handed it down to the Saiya-jin, telling him to place his finger against the small panel on the top. The youth did... for a moment nothing happened, then a green light flooded running from top to bottom before shining red indicating that it was completed. The box echoed as it undid its locking mechinized then popped open, the inside was lined with a strange yet dreamily soft deep blue cloth that felt almost like velvet as Goten placed the small capsule and contact lens inside. With the youth's hand withdrawing the box snapped shut, the alien turning to slide back the box into the opened space, more green light shown from behind somewhere as the fingerprint was scanned... by the shelf? It seemed strange but Goten smiled widely as the small screen facing out into the room where it was being held glistened his name. "Son Goten"
"Neat! So that's how they keep track of the boxes!" The small child giggled slightly out a laugh before glancing over to the security area where he had been told to continue onto next, giving a half dedicated smile as he turned about, wanting another to go before him. The youth hadn't the faintest from what to expect from a group of people that were supposed to search you for other items... and he wanted to make sure someone else experienced it first before moving on in himself...