11-10-2005, 03:52 AM
Trails of wind played past the drifting raven hair in a whimsical fashion while the new aged warrior streamed across the dull sky without a point of meaning to any but his own self. Instances had come and gone, separating him from childhood only briefly before welcoming the boy back into the warm waiting arms he had come to know almost as a womb now. Only now did he reside in the space between infant and virile, cloying the comfort that place offered with a partial existence of innocence with that hint of experienced bloodlust.
Behind him in the distance were those fighting a constant wave of death itself, though the fear that the epidemic would in hail them as well was definitely a non thinking matter. The whole concept of this 'after death' life that had been installed into those corpses was a curious one, curious to the point of questioning if they gained intelligence enough to wander about on their own searching for food to sustain themselves... but sustain what? They were already dead, what more could a morsel of food provide to them except more of a gory eruption of flesh once done away with? Perhaps that was one of a basic human's designs, to seek food, even through the knowledge that the body wouldn't use it the fact that feeding one's self was encrypted in some biological trait for all creatures.
A crisp breeze had rendered his heated flight near frozen now for a deep rolling night filtered across the wasteland which stretched out as far as a mortal eye could see. The deep gray earth below, devoid of the breath it's creator had entrusted it with to spring life was now reduced to a packed and unyielding surface world.
Withdrawing in his chest before exhaling, the hybrid watched as the streams of warmth fled from its place of origin and was tossed out into the twisting cold. There was no telling where he was. The vast lands beneath, behind... left to right... all about him were ever rolling without a sign of progress to note, less the variations of deceased plants that generally appeared every so often. Above a bird of prey released a squall out to its brethren a discovery which drew a small flock whom presently began to circle about the youth's head, Goten paid little mind to it.
"Damn... where the hell am I?" Muttering to himself, losing that attentive insight upon the map he had envisioned so that he was far gone without a way. The spot upon the horizon had become more and more distant each passing moment he had tried to gain upon it, yet closer every second he halted his progress. Simply toying with him. A destiny that couldn't be reached. Only glorified by the struggling journey towards it. Something that had to have a point, if not a reason then at least a waste of time.
"Stupid move." A current whistled past the boy's body as if someone had placed themselves against his back, turning about there was only that speck in the opposite direction from which he came from, "You're such a target now, it's only a matter of time before power is brought back and you're discovered so far from the rest... you won't stand a chance."
Demeaning words, true, but all truth had to be harsh. Goten had committed an act of irresponsibility that would inevitably leave him vulnerable to any form of assault this producer of the series would have up his sleeve. To this point he had survived by either the strength of another or the sheer power of a group, thus making companionship almost second nature in feel to the youth again... now alone, though, he had set in motion a clockwork that if unkempt would lead to a similar fate to that of his predecessor before him.
Such a demeaning set of words, though the voice was right, Goten had committed an act of irresponsibility that would leave him vulnerable to any form of attack the producer might place upon him. So far he had either the strength of another or the presence of a group to survive with thus making survival in this game almost second nature... now alone though he had set in motion a clockwork that, if unkempt, would end up with a similar fate to that of his predecessor. There was much to this television show that wasn't told, probably one of the self-implode rules that he had personally came up with would be to never go it alone, ever.
A spree of flare, something in the distance attracted the Saiya-jin half blood's attention that sent his curiosity into a stir.
"FSD." Eyes flashing crimson as a pair of crosshairs traveled the length of his eyesight to settle upon the spot in the distance, forming a box over the target finally to identify it. An android, no doubt, probably the reason he couldn't even get a small tingle of ki off of the fighter. Most specifically it had been the one back at the hospital, Hellfighter 17, was all that the scouter could muster from it's database.
It was a long shot, but it was better then roaming the plains without any one else... perhaps there was something more then what was present. At the moment Goten could've cared less. His aura blistered once again into life as his body leaned towards a large uprising where the horizon was placed above ground level. A mountain possibly, it had been on the map that he by chance glanced at but it was far off course from where he wished to be. Though... the android had been one of the leaders assigned at the beginning of the show, if anyone would have a map to follow it would be him. The halfling hurried forward, covering ground between the mechanical one and himself without hesitation to hide what indication he would be giving off.
Behind him in the distance were those fighting a constant wave of death itself, though the fear that the epidemic would in hail them as well was definitely a non thinking matter. The whole concept of this 'after death' life that had been installed into those corpses was a curious one, curious to the point of questioning if they gained intelligence enough to wander about on their own searching for food to sustain themselves... but sustain what? They were already dead, what more could a morsel of food provide to them except more of a gory eruption of flesh once done away with? Perhaps that was one of a basic human's designs, to seek food, even through the knowledge that the body wouldn't use it the fact that feeding one's self was encrypted in some biological trait for all creatures.
A crisp breeze had rendered his heated flight near frozen now for a deep rolling night filtered across the wasteland which stretched out as far as a mortal eye could see. The deep gray earth below, devoid of the breath it's creator had entrusted it with to spring life was now reduced to a packed and unyielding surface world.
Withdrawing in his chest before exhaling, the hybrid watched as the streams of warmth fled from its place of origin and was tossed out into the twisting cold. There was no telling where he was. The vast lands beneath, behind... left to right... all about him were ever rolling without a sign of progress to note, less the variations of deceased plants that generally appeared every so often. Above a bird of prey released a squall out to its brethren a discovery which drew a small flock whom presently began to circle about the youth's head, Goten paid little mind to it.
"Damn... where the hell am I?" Muttering to himself, losing that attentive insight upon the map he had envisioned so that he was far gone without a way. The spot upon the horizon had become more and more distant each passing moment he had tried to gain upon it, yet closer every second he halted his progress. Simply toying with him. A destiny that couldn't be reached. Only glorified by the struggling journey towards it. Something that had to have a point, if not a reason then at least a waste of time.
"Stupid move." A current whistled past the boy's body as if someone had placed themselves against his back, turning about there was only that speck in the opposite direction from which he came from, "You're such a target now, it's only a matter of time before power is brought back and you're discovered so far from the rest... you won't stand a chance."
Demeaning words, true, but all truth had to be harsh. Goten had committed an act of irresponsibility that would inevitably leave him vulnerable to any form of assault this producer of the series would have up his sleeve. To this point he had survived by either the strength of another or the sheer power of a group, thus making companionship almost second nature in feel to the youth again... now alone, though, he had set in motion a clockwork that if unkempt would lead to a similar fate to that of his predecessor before him.
Such a demeaning set of words, though the voice was right, Goten had committed an act of irresponsibility that would leave him vulnerable to any form of attack the producer might place upon him. So far he had either the strength of another or the presence of a group to survive with thus making survival in this game almost second nature... now alone though he had set in motion a clockwork that, if unkempt, would end up with a similar fate to that of his predecessor. There was much to this television show that wasn't told, probably one of the self-implode rules that he had personally came up with would be to never go it alone, ever.
A spree of flare, something in the distance attracted the Saiya-jin half blood's attention that sent his curiosity into a stir.
"FSD." Eyes flashing crimson as a pair of crosshairs traveled the length of his eyesight to settle upon the spot in the distance, forming a box over the target finally to identify it. An android, no doubt, probably the reason he couldn't even get a small tingle of ki off of the fighter. Most specifically it had been the one back at the hospital, Hellfighter 17, was all that the scouter could muster from it's database.
It was a long shot, but it was better then roaming the plains without any one else... perhaps there was something more then what was present. At the moment Goten could've cared less. His aura blistered once again into life as his body leaned towards a large uprising where the horizon was placed above ground level. A mountain possibly, it had been on the map that he by chance glanced at but it was far off course from where he wished to be. Though... the android had been one of the leaders assigned at the beginning of the show, if anyone would have a map to follow it would be him. The halfling hurried forward, covering ground between the mechanical one and himself without hesitation to hide what indication he would be giving off.