05-25-2006, 11:56 PM
OOC: ZOMG! It?s Trunks, Kami, and Thirteen!
?Trunks and Kami, eh?? the humanoid questioned himself, grinning as he answered himself with glee. He allowed his optical receptors to revert back to normal, and thus blurring the two figures into a haze of unrecognizable shapes and colours. Diminishing his grin, he started to walk towards the duo, feeling no rush to run towards his partners. He put his hands in his pocket, taking his hand off of the backpack and forcing his shoulders to bear the brunt of the weight.
He kept his eyes focused on the two for the main part, but the odd time he would stray his view, looking towards noises that could be hear din the distance. He noticed a bright explosion that illuminated his right eye?s field of vision, but otherwise the stars in the distance did not serve as a useful flashlight. The horizon didn?t serve as much of an entertainment zone, with no events appearing within the sight of the naked eye.
Seventeen could tell that he was now within a hundred meters of the duo, allowing him to pick them up with his stripped scouter. He stopped momentarily, reading the figures that popped up on the device. At first he could not understand what they were telling him, since it appeared that they were using a different numerical system than that which was developed on Earth or any other planet he was familiar with. Going through the options, which was quite tedious for the useful contraption, he set it so that it would display in native saiyan (not the degenerated language taught now, but the one that made sense). Taking another reading, his smirked as it displayed their powers to him. The two of them seemed to have a relatively low signature to them at the moment, which was not surprising since it was just the two of them.
The humanoid was just about ready to turn off the device, but then his peripheral vision caught on something. There was a rather tall, bulky figure running towards the two, with their hands waving wildly in the cool air. He jerked his head forwards and squinted his eyes. It appeared to be the android, Thirteen, that he met in the VIP Lounge not so long ago. To make sure that this guesstimate was correct, he pushed the ?on? button for his scouter and immediately the two numbers he had received before appeared, but nothing else?this person was definitely robotic, supporting the hell fighter?s deduction.
Turning his tool back off, Seventeen began to walk again, and he took note that the three began conversing, though it didn?t seem to intimate from what he could tell. Eventually he was close enough to distinctly identify their clothing, and Trunks pointed the humanoid out to his partners, who immediately turned their heads towards the android. Trunks gave a meek high wave to signify that he knew it was the hell fighter. The three seemed to wait for Seventeen, which made him quicken his pace. Once he was a dozen or so feet away, he greeted them.
?Hey, guys.?
?Trunks and Kami, eh?? the humanoid questioned himself, grinning as he answered himself with glee. He allowed his optical receptors to revert back to normal, and thus blurring the two figures into a haze of unrecognizable shapes and colours. Diminishing his grin, he started to walk towards the duo, feeling no rush to run towards his partners. He put his hands in his pocket, taking his hand off of the backpack and forcing his shoulders to bear the brunt of the weight.
He kept his eyes focused on the two for the main part, but the odd time he would stray his view, looking towards noises that could be hear din the distance. He noticed a bright explosion that illuminated his right eye?s field of vision, but otherwise the stars in the distance did not serve as a useful flashlight. The horizon didn?t serve as much of an entertainment zone, with no events appearing within the sight of the naked eye.
Seventeen could tell that he was now within a hundred meters of the duo, allowing him to pick them up with his stripped scouter. He stopped momentarily, reading the figures that popped up on the device. At first he could not understand what they were telling him, since it appeared that they were using a different numerical system than that which was developed on Earth or any other planet he was familiar with. Going through the options, which was quite tedious for the useful contraption, he set it so that it would display in native saiyan (not the degenerated language taught now, but the one that made sense). Taking another reading, his smirked as it displayed their powers to him. The two of them seemed to have a relatively low signature to them at the moment, which was not surprising since it was just the two of them.
The humanoid was just about ready to turn off the device, but then his peripheral vision caught on something. There was a rather tall, bulky figure running towards the two, with their hands waving wildly in the cool air. He jerked his head forwards and squinted his eyes. It appeared to be the android, Thirteen, that he met in the VIP Lounge not so long ago. To make sure that this guesstimate was correct, he pushed the ?on? button for his scouter and immediately the two numbers he had received before appeared, but nothing else?this person was definitely robotic, supporting the hell fighter?s deduction.
Turning his tool back off, Seventeen began to walk again, and he took note that the three began conversing, though it didn?t seem to intimate from what he could tell. Eventually he was close enough to distinctly identify their clothing, and Trunks pointed the humanoid out to his partners, who immediately turned their heads towards the android. Trunks gave a meek high wave to signify that he knew it was the hell fighter. The three seemed to wait for Seventeen, which made him quicken his pace. Once he was a dozen or so feet away, he greeted them.
?Hey, guys.?
"We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl."
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