05-24-2006, 08:57 AM
Metal Koola watched as the doors slid open in front of him, and everyone turned to look. He always did enjoy automatic doors, there was something so amazing about them to him. Like wherever he went there was this aura about him and all doors were open. Of course if a door didn't open, he'd have no problem blasting it down, but the feeling of walking up to a closed area and having it 'magically' open in front of him; fantastic!
Everyone gazed upon him as his freshly scrubbed exterior shimmered in the artificial lighting that the room was filled with. There was a bit too much of it actually; almost as if the owners were trying to waste it to settle a feud with the electric company. It irritated MK's eyes and he quickly adjusted the thin layer of film that coated his eyes accordingly. Within seconds they were readjusted and the room was now dulled and viewable.
Numbers lined the walls of the large room, obviously to accommodate all the combatants for this little game. He held up the card he had been given with all the rules and a list of frequently asked questions. He flipped it, knowing most of the rules from previous DA's and looked at the number he had scribbled on the back. He had been assigned number forty-three. His eyes scanned over the two sides until they reached the far back of the room where largely printed numbers matched the one on his card.
43 ? yes, this is the bed he was assigned. He looked to his left and right, and noticed only one of the two occupied. The one that was not against the wall. Some retarded-ninja looking fellow who he hoped not to have to speak much with. He certainly didn't seem too powerful, but he couldn't really tell without his ki sense activated. He looked at the duffle bag placed on his bed and walked over to it, unzipping it and dumping everything out, then upon noticing the most amazing item of all, quickly shoved everything back in. This was certainly going to help give him an edge in this little festival.
He looked through the rest of the items and found a scouter. He placed it over his eye and aimed it at the people around him. There weren't too many tough opponents here, save the few who always attended these events. He saw Tapion and Minoshia... his old allies turned enemies in the cold war. This might be his best opportunity to get some revenge. He scanned more and found Yamu, the one person who had ever managed to kill him with a pitiful attack. He still hadn't let that go... and it had been ages. A stupid attack such as a ki shotgun sending him to the afterlife, grah! how infuriating!
He scanned the room some more and saw a few familiar faces. Of course 18 and Raditzu were here, he'd probably find a way to talk to them during DA... maybe he could even manage to form a small alliance with them. It was always helpful to have strong allies.
He picked up the duffel bag and laid down on the bed, clutching the zippered bag to his chest and nodded off to sleep, or at least whatever the android equivalent to sleep was. He was going to need his rest for the day ahead. One thing was for sure, no one was getting to that bag... NO ONE!
Everyone gazed upon him as his freshly scrubbed exterior shimmered in the artificial lighting that the room was filled with. There was a bit too much of it actually; almost as if the owners were trying to waste it to settle a feud with the electric company. It irritated MK's eyes and he quickly adjusted the thin layer of film that coated his eyes accordingly. Within seconds they were readjusted and the room was now dulled and viewable.
Numbers lined the walls of the large room, obviously to accommodate all the combatants for this little game. He held up the card he had been given with all the rules and a list of frequently asked questions. He flipped it, knowing most of the rules from previous DA's and looked at the number he had scribbled on the back. He had been assigned number forty-three. His eyes scanned over the two sides until they reached the far back of the room where largely printed numbers matched the one on his card.
43 ? yes, this is the bed he was assigned. He looked to his left and right, and noticed only one of the two occupied. The one that was not against the wall. Some retarded-ninja looking fellow who he hoped not to have to speak much with. He certainly didn't seem too powerful, but he couldn't really tell without his ki sense activated. He looked at the duffle bag placed on his bed and walked over to it, unzipping it and dumping everything out, then upon noticing the most amazing item of all, quickly shoved everything back in. This was certainly going to help give him an edge in this little festival.
He looked through the rest of the items and found a scouter. He placed it over his eye and aimed it at the people around him. There weren't too many tough opponents here, save the few who always attended these events. He saw Tapion and Minoshia... his old allies turned enemies in the cold war. This might be his best opportunity to get some revenge. He scanned more and found Yamu, the one person who had ever managed to kill him with a pitiful attack. He still hadn't let that go... and it had been ages. A stupid attack such as a ki shotgun sending him to the afterlife, grah! how infuriating!
He scanned the room some more and saw a few familiar faces. Of course 18 and Raditzu were here, he'd probably find a way to talk to them during DA... maybe he could even manage to form a small alliance with them. It was always helpful to have strong allies.
He picked up the duffel bag and laid down on the bed, clutching the zippered bag to his chest and nodded off to sleep, or at least whatever the android equivalent to sleep was. He was going to need his rest for the day ahead. One thing was for sure, no one was getting to that bag... NO ONE!