11-14-2005, 05:55 PM
Damn zombies. They were making a mess everywhere. Or, more specifically, Bardock was making them make a mess everywhere. Every time he brought a foot or a fist down, they made a nice squishy splat, the components of their lifeless bodies spraying everywhere in a macabre portrait of splatter art. The stench was almost unbearable to Bardock's sensitive snout. Their rotting remains were all over the place. Regardless, no one but a saiyan could truly feel the release that this mayhem brought. Mindless destruction was an unbelievable way to vent, and no matter what you did to zombies, you didn't feel bad.
Pull!
Raditzu was taking to the event with his customary glee. He took more enjoyment in the fight than anyone else Bardock knew. The saiyan's son was finding several creative ways to decimate the horde, reveling in the endless entertainment they provided. Whatever made you happy.
"Final Flash!"
Eighteen, however, was not so fortunate as to be able to transform into a giant ape. Unlike the two saiyans, she was being overwhelmed by sheer numbers, expending every ounce of energy just to keep them all off. Or was it something more? Maybe whatever had been on her mind earlier was still plaguing the android's consciousness. Her protector sensed her plight, and moved to assist her. Raditzu picked her up ever so delicately and plopped her on his enormous shoulder. Bardock watched as a number of the undead flailed uselessly against his impenetrable legs, completely ignoring them as if they were nothing but bothersome flies.
This isn't right...
The thought crossed his mind suddenly, something he'd never even imagined himself saying during a transformation. The change was natural, a part of him, almost as a mandate for a state of well-being. The guilt was coming back, a nagging thing that had been spurred by the much despised Brim. Jack was nowhere to be seen, very well possible that he had been overtaken in the throng of killer creatures. The fighter shook his huge head. Damn this guilt! He'd never met the pirate before, but the humanoid had sought his help, and he'd repaid her by throwing her to the wolves. A self-fulfilled prophecy. Once more, he'd turned on someone, and this time it didn't feel so good. Why should they care about him? Bardock had given them no reason to. His blood-red eyes gazed upward at the light of the false moon. It wasn't nearly close enough to the time for its luminescence to fade. He could extinguish the light himself, make things right again. But then where would they be with the zombies? There were still too many of them for four, if not three, to handle. A gesture that was unusual for the Oozaru, Bardock clasped a hand over his face, shaking it again. What should he do? He'd made a mess of things. Raditzu was loving this, but that didn't mean the saiyan had a right to make such an influential decision for the others. It was hypocritical of him; he hated when others had that much power over him. When did everything get so confusing? They'd been so clear a moment ago, when the blood wrath had seized his mind. The purebreed was perfectly capable of acting rationally, but this place tempted him so much to just let the beast free. Was this Brim's doing, again? Ha. Even if it was, Bardock still didn't care. Still didn't want anything to do with the mutilated producer. All he wanted was Kao. And if...and if that meant going back to the way things were, going behind the curtain again and letting everyone ignore him...then so be it. The damage was done. There was nothing more to commit. The production building was in ruins.
Bardock reached for his tail with the intent to rip it right from its root, then stopped. He would pay his penance when the zombies were annihilated. Android 18 would not be happy with him, nor the demonic Jack. Raditzu wouldn't care. Did he ever?
The saiyan dipped low and swung his arm, wiping out several columns of the dead things. It was easy as clearing dust off a counter. He'd make things right again. He hadn't meant those two harm, they just...
Well, he didn't even know anymore.
OOC: Numero tres.
Pull!
Raditzu was taking to the event with his customary glee. He took more enjoyment in the fight than anyone else Bardock knew. The saiyan's son was finding several creative ways to decimate the horde, reveling in the endless entertainment they provided. Whatever made you happy.
"Final Flash!"
Eighteen, however, was not so fortunate as to be able to transform into a giant ape. Unlike the two saiyans, she was being overwhelmed by sheer numbers, expending every ounce of energy just to keep them all off. Or was it something more? Maybe whatever had been on her mind earlier was still plaguing the android's consciousness. Her protector sensed her plight, and moved to assist her. Raditzu picked her up ever so delicately and plopped her on his enormous shoulder. Bardock watched as a number of the undead flailed uselessly against his impenetrable legs, completely ignoring them as if they were nothing but bothersome flies.
This isn't right...
The thought crossed his mind suddenly, something he'd never even imagined himself saying during a transformation. The change was natural, a part of him, almost as a mandate for a state of well-being. The guilt was coming back, a nagging thing that had been spurred by the much despised Brim. Jack was nowhere to be seen, very well possible that he had been overtaken in the throng of killer creatures. The fighter shook his huge head. Damn this guilt! He'd never met the pirate before, but the humanoid had sought his help, and he'd repaid her by throwing her to the wolves. A self-fulfilled prophecy. Once more, he'd turned on someone, and this time it didn't feel so good. Why should they care about him? Bardock had given them no reason to. His blood-red eyes gazed upward at the light of the false moon. It wasn't nearly close enough to the time for its luminescence to fade. He could extinguish the light himself, make things right again. But then where would they be with the zombies? There were still too many of them for four, if not three, to handle. A gesture that was unusual for the Oozaru, Bardock clasped a hand over his face, shaking it again. What should he do? He'd made a mess of things. Raditzu was loving this, but that didn't mean the saiyan had a right to make such an influential decision for the others. It was hypocritical of him; he hated when others had that much power over him. When did everything get so confusing? They'd been so clear a moment ago, when the blood wrath had seized his mind. The purebreed was perfectly capable of acting rationally, but this place tempted him so much to just let the beast free. Was this Brim's doing, again? Ha. Even if it was, Bardock still didn't care. Still didn't want anything to do with the mutilated producer. All he wanted was Kao. And if...and if that meant going back to the way things were, going behind the curtain again and letting everyone ignore him...then so be it. The damage was done. There was nothing more to commit. The production building was in ruins.
Bardock reached for his tail with the intent to rip it right from its root, then stopped. He would pay his penance when the zombies were annihilated. Android 18 would not be happy with him, nor the demonic Jack. Raditzu wouldn't care. Did he ever?
The saiyan dipped low and swung his arm, wiping out several columns of the dead things. It was easy as clearing dust off a counter. He'd make things right again. He hadn't meant those two harm, they just...
Well, he didn't even know anymore.
OOC: Numero tres.
[SIGPIC][/SIGPIC]
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