05-22-2006, 02:58 AM
His brother vanished before his eyes, taken away as quickly as he had come. The small Konat sat lonely in his booth at the restaurant, sipping at his orange juice and waiting for his sandwich to come. Emotion usually deserted the Konat, something about being around a plethora of strong warriors, especially his brother, left him vulnerable to incredibly mood swings, usually violent ones. Doubt had crept into the pits of his stomach, never was he susceptible to being nervous before a fight. Where blood was shed, he felt at home. The feeling was foreign to him, this lonely despair, and this burning hatred for everything. He stared at his glass of orange juice, not purposely, but it was the only thing in front of him he could focus on while his mind wandered it?s own depth.
?Excuse me sir?? The voice disrupted the Konat, his eyes quickly ignited to a red pit of fire. The glass of orange juice exploded before him, tearing the glass outwards and showering the opposite seat with a raining haze of orange nectar. Minoshia?s eyes faded back to green and he looked over at the blonde pretty nurse, whose expression had faded from the loving smile everyone gives young children to bewilderment and fear. ?? Your sandwich??
?Thank you.? Minoshia nodded and muttered the two words so he could barely hear them, he sincerely doubted she could. But it didn?t matter; she took off like a bat out of hell, high heels clamping down on the hard tiles. Arms stiff at her sides and hands flailing. The Konat shrugged his shoulders and lifted the sandwich, biting into its deliciousness.
?Minoshia?? The Prince dropped his lunch, shaking his head and tensing his shoulders. Turning his neck and staring at the being in a revolting manner, how many times would he be interrupted in one meal? His inner anger and rage was hid playfully by the mask he wore, the young child that he was. It was the same people that had come from his brother; he slowly rose without responding and followed them towards his destiny.
Boarding the ship, one of the men hit him in the chest with a small bag. After recoiling and throwing a face of death at the attacker, he walked forward into the ship. He had been instructed to go to the ?VIP Room?. It was easy to find, it was the center of the ship and the largest room. As he walked inside he noted the humble nature of the ?VIP? room, it was nothing special. A mess of beds and some warriors chatting, or playing cards. He immediately noted his brother playing cards with some ignorant Namek across the room, his name unknown to the Konat. He looked at the small index card he had been handed; a chicken scrawled number was left alone on the cold white parchment, #09.
He made his way over to the bed he presumed to be his, ignoring the fact that Android 13 was in his presence, the hated rival. He sat on the cot with the vibrantly red ?#09? on the base of the bed and looked through his satchel, Simple food, compass, map, and a very useful item. Minoshia smiled on the inside and pulled the strings of his bag closed, leaning over his bed and tossing it underneath. He noted the bad looks he got from some of the warriors, looking at him like some useless child. In a way, that was all he really was.
OOC- anyone can come talk to me. Or RP calling me over, anything works.
?Excuse me sir?? The voice disrupted the Konat, his eyes quickly ignited to a red pit of fire. The glass of orange juice exploded before him, tearing the glass outwards and showering the opposite seat with a raining haze of orange nectar. Minoshia?s eyes faded back to green and he looked over at the blonde pretty nurse, whose expression had faded from the loving smile everyone gives young children to bewilderment and fear. ?? Your sandwich??
?Thank you.? Minoshia nodded and muttered the two words so he could barely hear them, he sincerely doubted she could. But it didn?t matter; she took off like a bat out of hell, high heels clamping down on the hard tiles. Arms stiff at her sides and hands flailing. The Konat shrugged his shoulders and lifted the sandwich, biting into its deliciousness.
?Minoshia?? The Prince dropped his lunch, shaking his head and tensing his shoulders. Turning his neck and staring at the being in a revolting manner, how many times would he be interrupted in one meal? His inner anger and rage was hid playfully by the mask he wore, the young child that he was. It was the same people that had come from his brother; he slowly rose without responding and followed them towards his destiny.
Boarding the ship, one of the men hit him in the chest with a small bag. After recoiling and throwing a face of death at the attacker, he walked forward into the ship. He had been instructed to go to the ?VIP Room?. It was easy to find, it was the center of the ship and the largest room. As he walked inside he noted the humble nature of the ?VIP? room, it was nothing special. A mess of beds and some warriors chatting, or playing cards. He immediately noted his brother playing cards with some ignorant Namek across the room, his name unknown to the Konat. He looked at the small index card he had been handed; a chicken scrawled number was left alone on the cold white parchment, #09.
He made his way over to the bed he presumed to be his, ignoring the fact that Android 13 was in his presence, the hated rival. He sat on the cot with the vibrantly red ?#09? on the base of the bed and looked through his satchel, Simple food, compass, map, and a very useful item. Minoshia smiled on the inside and pulled the strings of his bag closed, leaning over his bed and tossing it underneath. He noted the bad looks he got from some of the warriors, looking at him like some useless child. In a way, that was all he really was.
OOC- anyone can come talk to me. Or RP calling me over, anything works.
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The Prince of Darkness