11-05-2005, 03:20 AM
In the darkness, Zarbon sat, staring outwards in the thought he was consumed by. After calming 20 with his words, he hadn?t spoken a single word. He had doubt in what he said, he wasn?t sure about this contest anymore, and it was turning into a living hell. All around him, people held faces of sorrow, just like the chief did. It struck him in the heart. ?Something is going on here, I swear it.? The transformer muttered without being heard. ?These people seem so sad, like a part of their soul has been torn?? He looked at his robotic friend; he was just like the others. Everyone seemed to have lost something in this tournament.
The whole room was filled with sobs, everyone was consumed by a shadow of sadness, and even Zarbon was affected by it. He was cheerless over the death of the midget: he hadn?t even known him long and it still had stung him. The happy face of his comrade had faded from his memory, and he doubted he was alive out there: just because of that chief?s expression, the way he spoke, the transformer knew that Brim was an evil man: possibly beyond it.
Zarbon flipped his hair slightly and put his hand to his chin, still looking outward; his eyes appeared to be soulless from the experiences thus far. His mind warped slowly around what he thought the truth. Just as the transformer said at the feast: this wasn?t your average tournament. It wasn?t like Dante?s Abyss. It was from the mind of a person who cared nothing of others, he knew that by the chief?s meeting, though short, it had a huge effect. Now that he had lost someone, the fighter saw it clearly. He just needed one thing to make his thoughts justified. The mutant needed a bit of proof.
Nearby, some monitors flickered on. Brim was on screen, and Zarbon listened in to what he said carefully, listening to the tone, the word choice, and everything else carefully, never missing a beat.
?Hello,? Brim said frowning. ?As I'm sure you all have heard, I have challenged your reptilian friend to a dual to the death, and I won. The battle has taken it's toll on me, as you can see." He smirked lightly after saying this. "I programmed Burter's collar to disallow him to exist when I killed him. I am sure you will be happy to hear this: I didn't kill him."
Everyone was taken back, and Zarbon even looked up at what he said, somewhat more interested by what Brim said. The host went on after a time. "Burter killed himself at the last moment. He is still alive, somewhere out there. He did not go back to Arlia; but he is somewhere. I assure you, your lizard friend is still in this universe. Now, I know many of you want to battle me. I'm aware...but whether you like it or not, this is still my show, and this is still my game. You will play, simple as that. Things are being prepared for the game to continue. Until then, I will grant you this. If you have some frustration to let out, you can! Any fights will be taken into the gladiator dome, part of this building, where you can dual. Be warned: death can and probably will occur there..?
After that, a light formed around them all, and soon the mutant found his body being displaced. He closed his eyes tightly and in a flash, they all arrived in a place similar to before, but looking out a sort of arena. Zarbon gritted his teeth and reviewed what had been said in his head. Brim had treated them like garbage: he was forcing them to play his game. Just like he had brought them here. The man had no sense of human compassion for those around them. He didn?t care that everyone was so sad: then again, the people in Dante?s Abyss didn?t either, but they had at least warned them, gave them a choice. It sickened the transformer.
During his message, Brim brought up a name came up that the mutant didn?t recognize at all: Burter. The transformer thought that that was why everyone else was filled with grief. They must have been his friends.
?Must have been a great man. He fought that host, that takes guts.? The mutant thought, smiling at the roof above him. ?And now he?s gone. That?s too bad. I would have loved to fight by his side?? Zarbon looked over to 20 who was still stuck in a state of sorrow over his human friend?s death. The transformer walked to the android and placed a hand on his shoulder yet again, putting his mouth to the robot?s wrinkled ear.
?We will find him again. No worries.? Zarbon said, his eyes darting from side to side tom see if anyone was noticing. ?As soon as we are back out there for the tournament, we are going to find a way off of this asteroid. I can?t take this hell anymore. Ever since I heard the chief speak like that, I knew something up. Look around you. This is worse then Dante?s Abyss. This is like Hell, and not the real Hell. That?s much better then this place.? The transformer moved away from Gero and stared at the other end of the room, then moved back to his old friend. ?Trust me. I?ve been there. It?s not that scary. Now, are you with me??
The android gazed at his feet endlessly in silence. ?Give me a minute.? 20 closed his eyes tightly and then looked up at the ceiling. ?I need to think.?
?You ok?? Zarbon said in concern.
?Yes?I just need a moment.?
?Alright.? With that, Zarbon walked over to where the bars were and stared out onto the battlefield, seeing four figures in stances, ready to fight. His former leader was among them. A saiyan with long hair was there too. He also saw one of the people who had defeated him: Piccolo. Lastly stood a man with great energy. They were just about to pounce.
?Luck.? Zarbon murmured. He folded his arms and watched another battle they had been driven into by Brim. He prayed they would all get out alive.
OOC: My take on what is going on.
The whole room was filled with sobs, everyone was consumed by a shadow of sadness, and even Zarbon was affected by it. He was cheerless over the death of the midget: he hadn?t even known him long and it still had stung him. The happy face of his comrade had faded from his memory, and he doubted he was alive out there: just because of that chief?s expression, the way he spoke, the transformer knew that Brim was an evil man: possibly beyond it.
Zarbon flipped his hair slightly and put his hand to his chin, still looking outward; his eyes appeared to be soulless from the experiences thus far. His mind warped slowly around what he thought the truth. Just as the transformer said at the feast: this wasn?t your average tournament. It wasn?t like Dante?s Abyss. It was from the mind of a person who cared nothing of others, he knew that by the chief?s meeting, though short, it had a huge effect. Now that he had lost someone, the fighter saw it clearly. He just needed one thing to make his thoughts justified. The mutant needed a bit of proof.
Nearby, some monitors flickered on. Brim was on screen, and Zarbon listened in to what he said carefully, listening to the tone, the word choice, and everything else carefully, never missing a beat.
?Hello,? Brim said frowning. ?As I'm sure you all have heard, I have challenged your reptilian friend to a dual to the death, and I won. The battle has taken it's toll on me, as you can see." He smirked lightly after saying this. "I programmed Burter's collar to disallow him to exist when I killed him. I am sure you will be happy to hear this: I didn't kill him."
Everyone was taken back, and Zarbon even looked up at what he said, somewhat more interested by what Brim said. The host went on after a time. "Burter killed himself at the last moment. He is still alive, somewhere out there. He did not go back to Arlia; but he is somewhere. I assure you, your lizard friend is still in this universe. Now, I know many of you want to battle me. I'm aware...but whether you like it or not, this is still my show, and this is still my game. You will play, simple as that. Things are being prepared for the game to continue. Until then, I will grant you this. If you have some frustration to let out, you can! Any fights will be taken into the gladiator dome, part of this building, where you can dual. Be warned: death can and probably will occur there..?
After that, a light formed around them all, and soon the mutant found his body being displaced. He closed his eyes tightly and in a flash, they all arrived in a place similar to before, but looking out a sort of arena. Zarbon gritted his teeth and reviewed what had been said in his head. Brim had treated them like garbage: he was forcing them to play his game. Just like he had brought them here. The man had no sense of human compassion for those around them. He didn?t care that everyone was so sad: then again, the people in Dante?s Abyss didn?t either, but they had at least warned them, gave them a choice. It sickened the transformer.
During his message, Brim brought up a name came up that the mutant didn?t recognize at all: Burter. The transformer thought that that was why everyone else was filled with grief. They must have been his friends.
?Must have been a great man. He fought that host, that takes guts.? The mutant thought, smiling at the roof above him. ?And now he?s gone. That?s too bad. I would have loved to fight by his side?? Zarbon looked over to 20 who was still stuck in a state of sorrow over his human friend?s death. The transformer walked to the android and placed a hand on his shoulder yet again, putting his mouth to the robot?s wrinkled ear.
?We will find him again. No worries.? Zarbon said, his eyes darting from side to side tom see if anyone was noticing. ?As soon as we are back out there for the tournament, we are going to find a way off of this asteroid. I can?t take this hell anymore. Ever since I heard the chief speak like that, I knew something up. Look around you. This is worse then Dante?s Abyss. This is like Hell, and not the real Hell. That?s much better then this place.? The transformer moved away from Gero and stared at the other end of the room, then moved back to his old friend. ?Trust me. I?ve been there. It?s not that scary. Now, are you with me??
The android gazed at his feet endlessly in silence. ?Give me a minute.? 20 closed his eyes tightly and then looked up at the ceiling. ?I need to think.?
?You ok?? Zarbon said in concern.
?Yes?I just need a moment.?
?Alright.? With that, Zarbon walked over to where the bars were and stared out onto the battlefield, seeing four figures in stances, ready to fight. His former leader was among them. A saiyan with long hair was there too. He also saw one of the people who had defeated him: Piccolo. Lastly stood a man with great energy. They were just about to pounce.
?Luck.? Zarbon murmured. He folded his arms and watched another battle they had been driven into by Brim. He prayed they would all get out alive.
OOC: My take on what is going on.
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