05-20-2006, 03:45 AM
OOC: Sorry I didn't give yea the chance, Twemty.
The android felt a rush of air brush against him, a sign that somebody sat next to him. The breeze ruffled his shirt, but otherwise it wasn?t very noticeable. When the person said, ?Jim beam,? a wire in the hell fighter?s body doubled its electrical output as he recognized the voice of a saiyan. Seventeen?s face was at first confused by the this cognition, but it made sense?he was, afterall, beaten up with Trunks by the arlians before he was sent to Dante?s Abyss, so it made sense that he would be thrown into the deathmatch, as well.
The humanoid was both joyful that somebody he had been through so much with could endure the competition with him, but it also saddened him that a friend had to get messed up in this out of their own free will. ?Ugh, make it a double,? said the prince while his face showed discomfort.
?Hey,? began the android calmly, with his eyelids tilted down, ?you?re here, too.? The father took another sip from his vodka, and then set it onto the black tabletop. He turned to face Twenty again. ?This is my pal Trunks,? he said with a smile. Turning back towards the saiya-jin he introduced the oldest of the three, ?This is my new acquaintance, Twenty.?
?Nice to meet you,? the other two said in-sync, except the robotic one had narrowed his eyes and began looking the fighter over, uncovering multiple injuries.
?Sorry to interrupt, sir,? broke in one of the Syntex workers, who looked to meek to fight a child, but you?ve been summoned to the VIP area.?
Trunks saw that the man was speaking to him, so in raising an eyebrow he stood up, and left the others with, ?See you in the contest, I guess.? Then the saiyan exited their view with a turn in the corner.
?I think I shall be leaving, too,? said Twenty, pushing his mostly full glass of Smirnoff out of the way,? then stood up before leaving the hell fighter to his own devices.
?Well,? he said, sipping onto some of the last contents of his beverage, ?I guess I better go to.? He stood up, and splashed the rest of the vodka to the back of his throat before smashing it onto the table, chipping a part of the glass off. He walked towards the nearest exit, as one would do in panic on an airplane, and he found himself facing a way towards the ?outside.? He began walking towards the brighter area, and he eventually found himself in an outside area which was light by what would appear to be a star, but which was alien-made.
He began to walk around, trying to find somebody that he could recognize. Eventually he found a teenager, one whom he first met in Friend or Foe II.
?Hello.?
OOC: He?s had two drinks, so he?s not drunk, just relaxed.
The android felt a rush of air brush against him, a sign that somebody sat next to him. The breeze ruffled his shirt, but otherwise it wasn?t very noticeable. When the person said, ?Jim beam,? a wire in the hell fighter?s body doubled its electrical output as he recognized the voice of a saiyan. Seventeen?s face was at first confused by the this cognition, but it made sense?he was, afterall, beaten up with Trunks by the arlians before he was sent to Dante?s Abyss, so it made sense that he would be thrown into the deathmatch, as well.
The humanoid was both joyful that somebody he had been through so much with could endure the competition with him, but it also saddened him that a friend had to get messed up in this out of their own free will. ?Ugh, make it a double,? said the prince while his face showed discomfort.
?Hey,? began the android calmly, with his eyelids tilted down, ?you?re here, too.? The father took another sip from his vodka, and then set it onto the black tabletop. He turned to face Twenty again. ?This is my pal Trunks,? he said with a smile. Turning back towards the saiya-jin he introduced the oldest of the three, ?This is my new acquaintance, Twenty.?
?Nice to meet you,? the other two said in-sync, except the robotic one had narrowed his eyes and began looking the fighter over, uncovering multiple injuries.
?Sorry to interrupt, sir,? broke in one of the Syntex workers, who looked to meek to fight a child, but you?ve been summoned to the VIP area.?
Trunks saw that the man was speaking to him, so in raising an eyebrow he stood up, and left the others with, ?See you in the contest, I guess.? Then the saiyan exited their view with a turn in the corner.
?I think I shall be leaving, too,? said Twenty, pushing his mostly full glass of Smirnoff out of the way,? then stood up before leaving the hell fighter to his own devices.
?Well,? he said, sipping onto some of the last contents of his beverage, ?I guess I better go to.? He stood up, and splashed the rest of the vodka to the back of his throat before smashing it onto the table, chipping a part of the glass off. He walked towards the nearest exit, as one would do in panic on an airplane, and he found himself facing a way towards the ?outside.? He began walking towards the brighter area, and he eventually found himself in an outside area which was light by what would appear to be a star, but which was alien-made.
He began to walk around, trying to find somebody that he could recognize. Eventually he found a teenager, one whom he first met in Friend or Foe II.
?Hello.?
OOC: He?s had two drinks, so he?s not drunk, just relaxed.
"We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl."
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