Area A: Day Seven

[Raditzu]

Though far not nearly as graceful nor, according to some, nearly as easy on the eyes, as the snow, Raditzu came drifting between the pristine flakes. His bulky form let lightly on the ground as he took stock of the warriors present. Much to his surprise, both his father and Reijin were just kind of standing around. His hair was still shining a brillaint gold, casting the same hue over the snow around him. He was slowly coming off of his saiyan "high" but still had a bit to go. The saiya-jin tossed one arm over 18's should and leaned his weight against her in a nonchalant manner.

"And what brings you fine gentlemen here?" Rad asked. Then, as an afterthought, added "without trying to kill one another, I mean."

OOC: Just proving that I'm still alive.