05-22-2006, 02:40 AM
Seventeen smiled slightly at the cat and nodded out a little bit while Violet introduced the cat-like animal to the rest of Civil Unrest. When the inebriated female finally finished, and Puar settled down for a catnap, the android turned his attention up to the nightline above his head. The artificial moonlight wasn?t intense enough that it veiled the stars in its brilliance, and that was something that Seventeen was happy with. Soon enough, Violet began to speak once again, but the cyborg was having problems understanding her. It seemed the mass amount of alcohol had gained a temporary victory over her liver, and as a result, her words were a slurred amalgamation of syllables and sounds. The android felt a hand fall onto his left shoulder and he spun to see that Super Buu had managed to stand off his haunches long enough to shamble his way over.
?Hi,? the bubblegum-colored monster said, the faint smell of liquor emanating from his vacuous maw. ?It?s been a while, how?s the training with Vine?? Seventeen smiled; surprised the golem had sobered up enough that he could handle a conversation.
?I didn?t really get time to start it,? the cybernetic warrior said, clearing his throat before resuming his explanation. ?I was absorbed in the extravagance of his game the day after we sparred, so I figured I?d take the opportunity to make sure I haven?t got any rust,? the pun elicited a drunken chuckle from the magical construct.
?Seventeen?? The voice was deep and ominous, and it immediately caused the android?s attention to divert to his left. A man stood there, clothed entirely in black and holding a clipboard. Even his eyes were concealed beneath a pair of ebony sunglasses, despite the fact that there was no sun in the sky.
?That?s him!? Super Buu declared, placing his other hand on the android?s right shoulder and proceeding to shake Seventeen violently. Escaping from the drunken wrath of the taller Majin warrior, the cybernetic warrior took the man aside and listened as he started to speak.
?You have been selected to participate in this year?s Dante?s Abyss. Congratulations, this is a great honor, and if you will follow me, I will take you to the VIP Lounge. That is were you will find all of your rations, receive your assigned weapon, and meet with the other selected participants,? when the Syntex employee stopped talking, the whole of Civil Unrest?who had assembled behind the man and android like a gang of schoolchildren watching their friend get yelled at by a teacher?erupted into a fit of cheers. The jubilation lasted for a few more minutes before the man in black ushered Seventeen out of the park. Without a single word, he led the eager machine-hybrid down one of the back hallways of the complex and through a rather lavish, ornate door. Beyond the door was a room filled with a multitude of beds and about a dozen other warriors. The employee read the android to his assigned bed: Number 13.
?How lucky,? the machine-hybrid muttered with a grin as the man unhooked a bag lying on the white sheets of the bed and handed it to him.
?Wait in this room until further announcements,? with that said, the employee departed, leaving Seventeen to dump the contents of the bag onto his bed. He took a note of each item as he returned it to the sack: compass, basic scouter, rations for about a day or two, and pieces for some type of weapon. With all of his supplies back in his assigned bag, the raven-haired warrior sat down at the end of his bed. He glanced at the first dozen competitors to be selected and saw some people he recognized: there was Thirteen?who probably wasn?t even the same android anyway?and the doppelganger from Friend or Foe. Seventeen came to the conclusion that he was in for one hell of a fun time.
?Seventeen?? The android turned to his left and noticed Goku Junior?the young saiya-jin who he had taken with him to Vegeta. The boy seemed to mull over something in his head as his gaze traveled from Seventeen to the doppelganger and then back again.
?I?m the real one Goku,? the android said, smiling lightly as he motioned for the boy to sit down next to him. ?So what did you learn while you were on Vegeta??
?Hi,? the bubblegum-colored monster said, the faint smell of liquor emanating from his vacuous maw. ?It?s been a while, how?s the training with Vine?? Seventeen smiled; surprised the golem had sobered up enough that he could handle a conversation.
?I didn?t really get time to start it,? the cybernetic warrior said, clearing his throat before resuming his explanation. ?I was absorbed in the extravagance of his game the day after we sparred, so I figured I?d take the opportunity to make sure I haven?t got any rust,? the pun elicited a drunken chuckle from the magical construct.
?Seventeen?? The voice was deep and ominous, and it immediately caused the android?s attention to divert to his left. A man stood there, clothed entirely in black and holding a clipboard. Even his eyes were concealed beneath a pair of ebony sunglasses, despite the fact that there was no sun in the sky.
?That?s him!? Super Buu declared, placing his other hand on the android?s right shoulder and proceeding to shake Seventeen violently. Escaping from the drunken wrath of the taller Majin warrior, the cybernetic warrior took the man aside and listened as he started to speak.
?You have been selected to participate in this year?s Dante?s Abyss. Congratulations, this is a great honor, and if you will follow me, I will take you to the VIP Lounge. That is were you will find all of your rations, receive your assigned weapon, and meet with the other selected participants,? when the Syntex employee stopped talking, the whole of Civil Unrest?who had assembled behind the man and android like a gang of schoolchildren watching their friend get yelled at by a teacher?erupted into a fit of cheers. The jubilation lasted for a few more minutes before the man in black ushered Seventeen out of the park. Without a single word, he led the eager machine-hybrid down one of the back hallways of the complex and through a rather lavish, ornate door. Beyond the door was a room filled with a multitude of beds and about a dozen other warriors. The employee read the android to his assigned bed: Number 13.
?How lucky,? the machine-hybrid muttered with a grin as the man unhooked a bag lying on the white sheets of the bed and handed it to him.
?Wait in this room until further announcements,? with that said, the employee departed, leaving Seventeen to dump the contents of the bag onto his bed. He took a note of each item as he returned it to the sack: compass, basic scouter, rations for about a day or two, and pieces for some type of weapon. With all of his supplies back in his assigned bag, the raven-haired warrior sat down at the end of his bed. He glanced at the first dozen competitors to be selected and saw some people he recognized: there was Thirteen?who probably wasn?t even the same android anyway?and the doppelganger from Friend or Foe. Seventeen came to the conclusion that he was in for one hell of a fun time.
?Seventeen?? The android turned to his left and noticed Goku Junior?the young saiya-jin who he had taken with him to Vegeta. The boy seemed to mull over something in his head as his gaze traveled from Seventeen to the doppelganger and then back again.
?I?m the real one Goku,? the android said, smiling lightly as he motioned for the boy to sit down next to him. ?So what did you learn while you were on Vegeta??
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