05-16-2006, 10:11 PM
It's always best to find out as much information as one can about what he's about to get into, and that was what Tapion had just planned to do. He stepped into the Information Center, expecting to find some type of clue or secret about the match. It was like a small museum with one turn deeper into the room. The tall warrior walked along the hard surface of the floor, his steps echoing as he laid eyes on a counter with information laid out. It explained about how there would be no flying or certain abilities and onyl two abilities would be going with a person that entered.
There also the collar...the collars, oh how Tapion remembered them. They were a hassle last time around but he doubted it would be too bad this time. His black eyes skimmed the rest of the information before turning around. He figured he was the only one in the museum as he saw nobody there. The konat body moved to the opposite wall where in a glass display lay the many weapons that were to choose from. He walked along the case, his eyes looking at all the items, the ones that appeared useful and the "joke" items which appeared to be a waste of space.
Once done with that, a sign hanging from the ceiling caught his attention with an arrow pointed down the only turn in the area. 'The Map' it read.
"The map?" he whispered under his breath, "The map of what?" then it struck him. Where we would be of course!
Realizing this, he walked calmly toward the turn, his mind eager but telling himself to stay relaxed. He made the turn and his steps became slow and halted. Time seemed to stop. Was he imagining things? Was he truely seeing what he thought was there. After all that happened, all the evil within himself and this other one. After the supposed rule of Earth with the Cold Industries. Why was he here? What was this person doing? This was all in his imagination. Was he mad or happy? The emotions that ran through Tapion's body were overwhelming and couldn't be described.
"Min...o...shia?" He barely got the word out. It was just above the whisper. He couldn't talk..he was choked up. Did the image of his brother even hear him?
OOC: Hi bro.
There also the collar...the collars, oh how Tapion remembered them. They were a hassle last time around but he doubted it would be too bad this time. His black eyes skimmed the rest of the information before turning around. He figured he was the only one in the museum as he saw nobody there. The konat body moved to the opposite wall where in a glass display lay the many weapons that were to choose from. He walked along the case, his eyes looking at all the items, the ones that appeared useful and the "joke" items which appeared to be a waste of space.
Once done with that, a sign hanging from the ceiling caught his attention with an arrow pointed down the only turn in the area. 'The Map' it read.
"The map?" he whispered under his breath, "The map of what?" then it struck him. Where we would be of course!
Realizing this, he walked calmly toward the turn, his mind eager but telling himself to stay relaxed. He made the turn and his steps became slow and halted. Time seemed to stop. Was he imagining things? Was he truely seeing what he thought was there. After all that happened, all the evil within himself and this other one. After the supposed rule of Earth with the Cold Industries. Why was he here? What was this person doing? This was all in his imagination. Was he mad or happy? The emotions that ran through Tapion's body were overwhelming and couldn't be described.
"Min...o...shia?" He barely got the word out. It was just above the whisper. He couldn't talk..he was choked up. Did the image of his brother even hear him?
OOC: Hi bro.