11-03-2005, 11:13 AM
The android smiled lightly at the young girl. ?I get you.? The humanoid had set away his lust for the destruction of Cell for the time being, taking time to tend to the young woman who seemed to always be there in the past few months, well, it seemed that way to Seventeen at least. His face had relaxed since the time he was taking to bout with the continually-assaulted winged-creature, and now that his mind was off of the being the humanoid could finally ?relax,? or as close to it as he could under such circumstances. He glanced down towards the saiya-jin heiress once more before figuring just what he had intended on doing moments ago, which had become lost to him in the moment of sublimity. The robot could see the girl?s eyes begin to dart and her eyelids darted up. Seventeen raised an eyebrow and his head bobbed backwards before the saiyan made it clear.
?Cell!? she said in a high pitch, her eyes wincing in pain as she tried to lean forward, but the wound was retarding her from doing so. The android looked behind him to see what looked like a teenager grappling with his killer. The hell fighter contemplated what to do at the moment; he could step in and help the youth, or simply watch the fight whilst fending off zombies from the girl?those are the choices that the cybernetic brain was displaying. Before making a decision, though, the raven-haired ?savior? looked back to Bra, and his attention was instantly brought to her eyes. A cloudy mist was forming in the corner of her eyes, they were not necessarily tears, but they merely personified the expression on her face moreso; a quivering lip accompanied by floating eyebrows, sampled with cheeks that were flushed with colour, which could be attributed to the pain she was in, but Seventeen felt something from this either way.
When the humanoid looked back towards the male saiya-jin, he now had Cell in some form of a headlock and was threatening to squeeze even tighter with a grimace overcoming his face. ?Agh!? said the android, loud and with a furrowed brow. Why do I have to? The humanoid did not like what he was about to do; he went against most of the desires he felt throughout his wires. At least it?ll be the honourable thing to do. . .I guess.
Bra looked over to see the usually-sarcastic man racing for the aggressor Goten. Her face contorted so that her eyebrows were no longer relaxed but no raised as fair as she could muster at the moment, and her eyes were now focused on his movements. Seventeen?s body moved at fair rate, decent enough to reach the saiyan-hyrbid before he could pummel another fist into his victim. The teen was quite surprised to see that his hand did not hit the Cell?who had already been given a punch by several others that day, which could explain his inability to put up a defense that met par. The boy?s eyes then turned to see the cause; a man of medium stature and raven-black hair, adorned with no outstanding clothing save the bandana wrapped around his neck. ?Let go of me!? the teenager howled, trying to free himself of the robotic grip. His body shuffled to and fro, and his teeth grinded across the other when he was not set free.
?I can?t do that.? The android?s words were calm and soothing, trying to settle down the young warrior. He trembled some more, but eventually calmed down enough to look at his captor in the face. ?Look, I want to kill this. . .? Seventeen stumbled for a word that would not interrupt his current tone, ?. . .creature much more than anyone here, but. . .I can?t.? Through gritted teeth, the teenager allowed his eyes to look on with a glare of light bouncing off of his irises and pupils. ?That girl over there, Bra, would be really upset if something happened to. . .Cell, and I think with the state she is in and all the attacks that have been launched on him, even one by me, that he shall get his just desserts another time.? The android?s gaze turned to Cell?s face, which was watching the two of them conversing, and he scowled slightly.
Goten looked at his prey, his breathing had returned to normal from its previous heavy state and his eyebrows were no longer indented. The hell fighter simply waited for a response from the youth, unsure of what the stranger might do. ?Uygh,? grunted the saiya-jin as he dropped the black-speckled body to the ground. Cell quickly got to his feet and searched around his body to see if there were any orifices or major wounds. After the examination was over, the absorber simply used his regeneration skills to heal himself, though the pain still lingered from before.
?The only person around here you can fight is me, or onna those zombies down there. I?m sure that the zombies would be a better choice, don?t you?? asked Seventeen with a tone more deep and gruff than before.
OOC: Whatja gonna do, Goten?! This seemed like the thing that would make the most IC sense that I saw, and not just for my character. Last post.
?Cell!? she said in a high pitch, her eyes wincing in pain as she tried to lean forward, but the wound was retarding her from doing so. The android looked behind him to see what looked like a teenager grappling with his killer. The hell fighter contemplated what to do at the moment; he could step in and help the youth, or simply watch the fight whilst fending off zombies from the girl?those are the choices that the cybernetic brain was displaying. Before making a decision, though, the raven-haired ?savior? looked back to Bra, and his attention was instantly brought to her eyes. A cloudy mist was forming in the corner of her eyes, they were not necessarily tears, but they merely personified the expression on her face moreso; a quivering lip accompanied by floating eyebrows, sampled with cheeks that were flushed with colour, which could be attributed to the pain she was in, but Seventeen felt something from this either way.
When the humanoid looked back towards the male saiya-jin, he now had Cell in some form of a headlock and was threatening to squeeze even tighter with a grimace overcoming his face. ?Agh!? said the android, loud and with a furrowed brow. Why do I have to? The humanoid did not like what he was about to do; he went against most of the desires he felt throughout his wires. At least it?ll be the honourable thing to do. . .I guess.
Bra looked over to see the usually-sarcastic man racing for the aggressor Goten. Her face contorted so that her eyebrows were no longer relaxed but no raised as fair as she could muster at the moment, and her eyes were now focused on his movements. Seventeen?s body moved at fair rate, decent enough to reach the saiyan-hyrbid before he could pummel another fist into his victim. The teen was quite surprised to see that his hand did not hit the Cell?who had already been given a punch by several others that day, which could explain his inability to put up a defense that met par. The boy?s eyes then turned to see the cause; a man of medium stature and raven-black hair, adorned with no outstanding clothing save the bandana wrapped around his neck. ?Let go of me!? the teenager howled, trying to free himself of the robotic grip. His body shuffled to and fro, and his teeth grinded across the other when he was not set free.
?I can?t do that.? The android?s words were calm and soothing, trying to settle down the young warrior. He trembled some more, but eventually calmed down enough to look at his captor in the face. ?Look, I want to kill this. . .? Seventeen stumbled for a word that would not interrupt his current tone, ?. . .creature much more than anyone here, but. . .I can?t.? Through gritted teeth, the teenager allowed his eyes to look on with a glare of light bouncing off of his irises and pupils. ?That girl over there, Bra, would be really upset if something happened to. . .Cell, and I think with the state she is in and all the attacks that have been launched on him, even one by me, that he shall get his just desserts another time.? The android?s gaze turned to Cell?s face, which was watching the two of them conversing, and he scowled slightly.
Goten looked at his prey, his breathing had returned to normal from its previous heavy state and his eyebrows were no longer indented. The hell fighter simply waited for a response from the youth, unsure of what the stranger might do. ?Uygh,? grunted the saiya-jin as he dropped the black-speckled body to the ground. Cell quickly got to his feet and searched around his body to see if there were any orifices or major wounds. After the examination was over, the absorber simply used his regeneration skills to heal himself, though the pain still lingered from before.
?The only person around here you can fight is me, or onna those zombies down there. I?m sure that the zombies would be a better choice, don?t you?? asked Seventeen with a tone more deep and gruff than before.
OOC: Whatja gonna do, Goten?! This seemed like the thing that would make the most IC sense that I saw, and not just for my character. Last post.
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