05-25-2006, 02:59 PM
OOC: Like HF I?ve got a lot of stuff to go through, so it?ll be pretty big. Starting off where the VIP Lounge ended 
?Excellent,? said Buu, smirking at the new katchin sword that lay before him. The ability to bind metal was undoubtedly going to come in handy during the competition.
?Ladies and Gentlemen!?
The three metal binders looked up from their little game to see the loudspeakers had activated, a posh voice resonating through it.
?It's Karl Jak here! I hate to interrupt, but we are above the island. The game will begin in 20 seconds! Your location will be marked on your map! Good luck!?
?Nuts,? said Trunks, staring up at the speakers, ?it?s already starting.?
Buu sighed irritably - just as soon he?d been reunited with an old friend, the game had begun. The timing couldn?t be worse. ?Well, good luck to both of you,? he said. ?Kick some ass out there.?
?Will do,? grinned Goten, turning to the officials who were lining up at all doorways. ?Come on, Trunks.?
?Hey, don?t forget your sword!? said the puttalin-based being with a wink, pointing the hilt of his self-made blade in Trunks? direction.
?Oh, thanks,? said the demi-saiyan, outstretching his hand. The sword immediately melted into a silvery-black liquid and trickled back up Trunks? arm, nestling itself within his armour. ?Guess I?ll see you later!?
Super was about to say a goodbye, but then suddenly felt someone grab his arms from behind. ?Hold still,? ordered a voice.
?HEY!? the majin struggled against a number of black-suited individuals. ?What are you doing!?? As he raved, he felt something clamp down around his throat. Immediately he was released, and the putty-like warrior fell forward to the ground with a low grunt. Putting a hand to his adam?s apple, he gasped as he realised they?d fitted a metal collar on him. ?What the fuck is this?? he demanded, tugging at the device and feeling it rattle around against his neck.
?I wouldn?t do that if I were you,? said one of the suits, matter-o-factly. ?If you try to remove the collar or tamper with it ?? he chuckled. ?BOOM!? he exclaimed, bringing his arms apart.
?We?d better take a DNA sample as well,? grunted one of the soldiers, pulling out what seemed to be a small glass container and a metal scalpel.
?What?s that for?? asked Buu, eyebrow raised.
?In case you get killed,? explained one of the other officials, lowering his black sunglasses so that he could deliver a pitying smirk.
The pink monster was beginning to regret his leaping into this competition. Unfortunately, however, backing out didn?t seem to be an option at this point.
The soldier?s scalpel scraped lightly across the surface of the creature?s skin, taking with it a few traces of puttalin. Dumping the sample unceremoniously in the glass case and screwing on this lid, the man saluted.
?Good luck!?
And with that, the pink humanoid vanished.
***
Buu hit the ground feet first, before collapsing on his knees. He felt like he?d just been forced through a cardboard tube and then violently ejected out of the other end. ?I hate being teleported,? he spat. He barely had a few seconds to complain, however, before the sound of a megaphone forced him to clap his hands over his ears.
?Can everyone hear me?? came the shrill voice, amplified what must have been a hundred times.
?Yes, we can fucking well hear you!? roared the majin, hoping his shout reached the ears of the host. If it did, the man took no notice.
?Welcome to your new home for the next seven days! Here is all you need to know:
Find each other. Kill each other.
If a winner is not found in seven days...nobody wins! So let's not let that happen, kay? Good luck, kiddies!?
?Oh, thanks,? grumbled Buu sarcastically, before surveying his surroundings for the first time. He appeared to be in some kind of forest clearing - he couldn?t tell for sure, since everything was pitch black. The sound of crickets ran on the air, but other than that, the island was quiet. Not empty, though. The malleable being shuddered. Out there were 43 other contestants, all looking for blood.
?Guess I?d better get going,? he murmured, stretching his arms up and trying and lift his feet off the ground. ?What the -!? Immediately he tripped and fell forward, as if someone had yanked his legs from below. ?What?s going on?? he demanded, ?who?s there?!?
The clearing remained silent. There was nobody and nothing about.
?Empty ?? he whispered. ?That can only mean ?? He touched the collar on his neck and cursed loudly. Having been born with the ability to fly, he was not pleased to discover he suddenly was unable to. Now he would have to trudge across the dirt like a lowly human. He snarled distastefully.
?When I get out of here, I am so going to kill that host.?
?Excellent,? said Buu, smirking at the new katchin sword that lay before him. The ability to bind metal was undoubtedly going to come in handy during the competition.
?Ladies and Gentlemen!?
The three metal binders looked up from their little game to see the loudspeakers had activated, a posh voice resonating through it.
?It's Karl Jak here! I hate to interrupt, but we are above the island. The game will begin in 20 seconds! Your location will be marked on your map! Good luck!?
?Nuts,? said Trunks, staring up at the speakers, ?it?s already starting.?
Buu sighed irritably - just as soon he?d been reunited with an old friend, the game had begun. The timing couldn?t be worse. ?Well, good luck to both of you,? he said. ?Kick some ass out there.?
?Will do,? grinned Goten, turning to the officials who were lining up at all doorways. ?Come on, Trunks.?
?Hey, don?t forget your sword!? said the puttalin-based being with a wink, pointing the hilt of his self-made blade in Trunks? direction.
?Oh, thanks,? said the demi-saiyan, outstretching his hand. The sword immediately melted into a silvery-black liquid and trickled back up Trunks? arm, nestling itself within his armour. ?Guess I?ll see you later!?
Super was about to say a goodbye, but then suddenly felt someone grab his arms from behind. ?Hold still,? ordered a voice.
?HEY!? the majin struggled against a number of black-suited individuals. ?What are you doing!?? As he raved, he felt something clamp down around his throat. Immediately he was released, and the putty-like warrior fell forward to the ground with a low grunt. Putting a hand to his adam?s apple, he gasped as he realised they?d fitted a metal collar on him. ?What the fuck is this?? he demanded, tugging at the device and feeling it rattle around against his neck.
?I wouldn?t do that if I were you,? said one of the suits, matter-o-factly. ?If you try to remove the collar or tamper with it ?? he chuckled. ?BOOM!? he exclaimed, bringing his arms apart.
?We?d better take a DNA sample as well,? grunted one of the soldiers, pulling out what seemed to be a small glass container and a metal scalpel.
?What?s that for?? asked Buu, eyebrow raised.
?In case you get killed,? explained one of the other officials, lowering his black sunglasses so that he could deliver a pitying smirk.
The pink monster was beginning to regret his leaping into this competition. Unfortunately, however, backing out didn?t seem to be an option at this point.
The soldier?s scalpel scraped lightly across the surface of the creature?s skin, taking with it a few traces of puttalin. Dumping the sample unceremoniously in the glass case and screwing on this lid, the man saluted.
?Good luck!?
And with that, the pink humanoid vanished.
***
Buu hit the ground feet first, before collapsing on his knees. He felt like he?d just been forced through a cardboard tube and then violently ejected out of the other end. ?I hate being teleported,? he spat. He barely had a few seconds to complain, however, before the sound of a megaphone forced him to clap his hands over his ears.
?Can everyone hear me?? came the shrill voice, amplified what must have been a hundred times.
?Yes, we can fucking well hear you!? roared the majin, hoping his shout reached the ears of the host. If it did, the man took no notice.
?Welcome to your new home for the next seven days! Here is all you need to know:
Find each other. Kill each other.
If a winner is not found in seven days...nobody wins! So let's not let that happen, kay? Good luck, kiddies!?
?Oh, thanks,? grumbled Buu sarcastically, before surveying his surroundings for the first time. He appeared to be in some kind of forest clearing - he couldn?t tell for sure, since everything was pitch black. The sound of crickets ran on the air, but other than that, the island was quiet. Not empty, though. The malleable being shuddered. Out there were 43 other contestants, all looking for blood.
?Guess I?d better get going,? he murmured, stretching his arms up and trying and lift his feet off the ground. ?What the -!? Immediately he tripped and fell forward, as if someone had yanked his legs from below. ?What?s going on?? he demanded, ?who?s there?!?
The clearing remained silent. There was nobody and nothing about.
?Empty ?? he whispered. ?That can only mean ?? He touched the collar on his neck and cursed loudly. Having been born with the ability to fly, he was not pleased to discover he suddenly was unable to. Now he would have to trudge across the dirt like a lowly human. He snarled distastefully.
?When I get out of here, I am so going to kill that host.?
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