10-25-2005, 09:36 PM
Why hadn't he noticed earlier? Katel had just as much a motivating force as any why she wanted to bring Brim down. She'd mentioned before at the market that Akira Dezmon was her sister, and involuntarily under the twisted producer's influence. The ivy mistress was trying to save her kin from the machinations of the game. Bardock also suspected she might even want retribution for her own imprisonment, but Katel's thoughts were mostly for Akira. Upon that note, the saiyan moved forward, intending to make sure they both got what they wanted. Bebi hung back, pulling Yamu aside, so he stopped. The tsufuru-jin's voice assumed a tone of reason and sanity, exhibiting a side not previously shown. He seemed to exude nothing but concern for the welfare of his fellow contestants, and assured that together they would disband the game--for good. Bebi buttressed the human's resolve to protect Burter Junior, as if he were his own son. Yamu and the tsufuru-jin seemed to then form an intricate bond, one that was oddly enough born from their recent...connection. Bardock absorbed every word, letting the speech simmer in his mind as he made careful considerations.
Bebi finished with Yamu, and the human drew close to the kid, becoming fiercely protective of the reptilian child once again. It became palpable to Bar that he couldn't pick and choose between the kid and Katel, especially with Yamu around. He was, admittedly, a bit disappointed that his earlier contact with Junior hadn't spawned any different connection, but the saiyan was still fairly awkward with that kind of thing. He was forced to shrug it off as Bebi approached. The black-haired sentinel stiffened when the gray creature began to speak to the green woman.
His demeanor was calm, cool, and collected. He reaffirmed his position on things, and then conveyed an offer to help Katel's rescue of Akira. Bebi's rhetoric was candid and eloquently persuasive, while at the same time realistic. He was making every effort to build a better contact.
Bardock couldn't help but see him just the same. The little one may be capable of rationality, but that didn't change what he could do. It didn't change that he still seemed to like to be influential and in control. The saiyan swallowed any notion of bloodshed, choosing to simply avoid Bebi as much as he possibly could. Once a foul taste had tainted his tongue, it was hard to wash his mouth of it. But he would regard both Bebi and Yamu with a stoic approach.
"Well let's go already, then," Hellfighter interrupted, sick of standing around. "I have a hot date in a couple hours, y'know."
Bardock wasn't amused, but the subtle discontent motivated the motley group to resume their progress. The saiyan strode forward, expecting Katel to follow him closely, which she did. The rest of the grouping was expected: Seventeen, Yamu, Burter Junior, with Bebi purposefully holding back in the rear.
While their conversation was idle prattle, Bardock nonetheless kept his ears open to drink in every utterance. It was more habit than conscious choice, but nonetheless it provided insight to his companions. Suddenly Katel spoke up, silencing the conversation, and the Friend or Foe production building loomed up on the horizon. Vengeance was drawing near. The crew observed its presence, slowly taking in every detail of the hated structure that caused so much strife. No, it wasn't the building; the construction was merely a symbol the represented the true bane: Brim and his operators.
And Kao.
Bardock came to a head, and the others bunched up around him.
"Six stairs," he grunted, pointing out the obvious.
"We're not going to rush in like madmen!" Bebi piped up, his statement mirroring Bardock's thoughts--his preferred method of entrance was break in, ask questions later.
"Well, we could go up and knock on the door politely," Seventeen inserted, taking another stab at humor.
Bardock gazed at Katel, searching her mesmerizing eyes for answers. She seemed to falter, carefully considering something.
"Entering the building triggers a silent alarm," she said simply, noticing his inquiring expression.
Yamu glanced at Bebi.
"If we found a guard, could you--? I mean, we could--" he fumbled.
"You mean could I infiltrate the body of an FoF guard to get on the inside?" Bebi supplied.
"Do you feel that?" Burter Junior suddenly interjected. "It's my daddy!"
"What?" Yamu gasped. He quickly searched the area, trying to feel what the little blue boy was trying to communicate. The two apparently shared a close bond, because he couldn't pick the elder Burter up. Their scouters, which they all discovered, were being disrupted by some kind of scrambling signal. The human didn't have the capability to mentally sense a body of energy. "I don't feel anything."
Hellfighter Seventeen, being of more advanced skill than the others, quickly confirmed this. "I feel him too. It's faint, but he's already here."
Bardock's heart skipped a beat. If others were here, could he find Kakarotto and Raditzu? He'd not seen them in so long. Then he realized that the kid's father was here. Bar would have no more use. But he did what he set out to do, which was deliver the kid safely. On some small level, he'd helped to do so, but it still felt somewhat--hollow.
"Then let's hurry up and get the kid to his dad," Bardock said, eyes darting downward at the bubbling Junior. He was bursting with excitement to see his father again.
"Bebi," Katel began, changing focus.
"It's risky," the other conceded.
"The challenge lies in trying to find a guard without being given away," Yamu contributed.
"No, Brim already knows we're here," the ivy mistress revealed. The group's general concensus became that of dismay. "Remember, we're still playing. Brim will probably find some interesting way to twist our entrance to his viewer's delight, but if this boy's father is here, then others are as well. If we enlist their help, we'll have a better chance of bringing down Brim...and saving my sister."
Her voice was firm and had a sharp edge of steel. Bardock admired that. The insiders may have more insight as to the current situation, and specific people's whereabouts. They would be just as much help informatively as physically.
"And I can kill Kao," he concluded with a grin.
"Then let's get this over with," Bebi frowned, anxious to be rid of "Grim."
"We'll have a good chance of finding one if we go knock on the door," Seventeen pursued, for once successfully livening the mood.
And providing an insane idea that they could do just that. The party strode up a randomly selected set of stairs to a smoothly polished glass door in silent agreement. Before they even got all the way up, a humanoid creature clad in a FoF t-shirt burst from inside to intercept them.
"Hello," the android greeted brightly as he slammed his fist into the crew member's face.
OOC: A plan is in motion. Tag!
Bebi finished with Yamu, and the human drew close to the kid, becoming fiercely protective of the reptilian child once again. It became palpable to Bar that he couldn't pick and choose between the kid and Katel, especially with Yamu around. He was, admittedly, a bit disappointed that his earlier contact with Junior hadn't spawned any different connection, but the saiyan was still fairly awkward with that kind of thing. He was forced to shrug it off as Bebi approached. The black-haired sentinel stiffened when the gray creature began to speak to the green woman.
His demeanor was calm, cool, and collected. He reaffirmed his position on things, and then conveyed an offer to help Katel's rescue of Akira. Bebi's rhetoric was candid and eloquently persuasive, while at the same time realistic. He was making every effort to build a better contact.
Bardock couldn't help but see him just the same. The little one may be capable of rationality, but that didn't change what he could do. It didn't change that he still seemed to like to be influential and in control. The saiyan swallowed any notion of bloodshed, choosing to simply avoid Bebi as much as he possibly could. Once a foul taste had tainted his tongue, it was hard to wash his mouth of it. But he would regard both Bebi and Yamu with a stoic approach.
"Well let's go already, then," Hellfighter interrupted, sick of standing around. "I have a hot date in a couple hours, y'know."
Bardock wasn't amused, but the subtle discontent motivated the motley group to resume their progress. The saiyan strode forward, expecting Katel to follow him closely, which she did. The rest of the grouping was expected: Seventeen, Yamu, Burter Junior, with Bebi purposefully holding back in the rear.
While their conversation was idle prattle, Bardock nonetheless kept his ears open to drink in every utterance. It was more habit than conscious choice, but nonetheless it provided insight to his companions. Suddenly Katel spoke up, silencing the conversation, and the Friend or Foe production building loomed up on the horizon. Vengeance was drawing near. The crew observed its presence, slowly taking in every detail of the hated structure that caused so much strife. No, it wasn't the building; the construction was merely a symbol the represented the true bane: Brim and his operators.
And Kao.
Bardock came to a head, and the others bunched up around him.
"Six stairs," he grunted, pointing out the obvious.
"We're not going to rush in like madmen!" Bebi piped up, his statement mirroring Bardock's thoughts--his preferred method of entrance was break in, ask questions later.
"Well, we could go up and knock on the door politely," Seventeen inserted, taking another stab at humor.
Bardock gazed at Katel, searching her mesmerizing eyes for answers. She seemed to falter, carefully considering something.
"Entering the building triggers a silent alarm," she said simply, noticing his inquiring expression.
Yamu glanced at Bebi.
"If we found a guard, could you--? I mean, we could--" he fumbled.
"You mean could I infiltrate the body of an FoF guard to get on the inside?" Bebi supplied.
"Do you feel that?" Burter Junior suddenly interjected. "It's my daddy!"
"What?" Yamu gasped. He quickly searched the area, trying to feel what the little blue boy was trying to communicate. The two apparently shared a close bond, because he couldn't pick the elder Burter up. Their scouters, which they all discovered, were being disrupted by some kind of scrambling signal. The human didn't have the capability to mentally sense a body of energy. "I don't feel anything."
Hellfighter Seventeen, being of more advanced skill than the others, quickly confirmed this. "I feel him too. It's faint, but he's already here."
Bardock's heart skipped a beat. If others were here, could he find Kakarotto and Raditzu? He'd not seen them in so long. Then he realized that the kid's father was here. Bar would have no more use. But he did what he set out to do, which was deliver the kid safely. On some small level, he'd helped to do so, but it still felt somewhat--hollow.
"Then let's hurry up and get the kid to his dad," Bardock said, eyes darting downward at the bubbling Junior. He was bursting with excitement to see his father again.
"Bebi," Katel began, changing focus.
"It's risky," the other conceded.
"The challenge lies in trying to find a guard without being given away," Yamu contributed.
"No, Brim already knows we're here," the ivy mistress revealed. The group's general concensus became that of dismay. "Remember, we're still playing. Brim will probably find some interesting way to twist our entrance to his viewer's delight, but if this boy's father is here, then others are as well. If we enlist their help, we'll have a better chance of bringing down Brim...and saving my sister."
Her voice was firm and had a sharp edge of steel. Bardock admired that. The insiders may have more insight as to the current situation, and specific people's whereabouts. They would be just as much help informatively as physically.
"And I can kill Kao," he concluded with a grin.
"Then let's get this over with," Bebi frowned, anxious to be rid of "Grim."
"We'll have a good chance of finding one if we go knock on the door," Seventeen pursued, for once successfully livening the mood.
And providing an insane idea that they could do just that. The party strode up a randomly selected set of stairs to a smoothly polished glass door in silent agreement. Before they even got all the way up, a humanoid creature clad in a FoF t-shirt burst from inside to intercept them.
"Hello," the android greeted brightly as he slammed his fist into the crew member's face.
OOC: A plan is in motion. Tag!
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