05-26-2006, 08:07 PM
"Haha...What a fool," Piccolo Daimoun announced darkly, looking at the ground that Silver had just been, "What idiot thinks he can take on four of us?"
"That retard did," Blue answered with a cruel smile, spitting whatever was in his mouth on the spot, "But he's done...Nothing more to do here."
"Yeah," Bujin acknowledged, looking a bit wiped out from recently ascending into Spiritken. A dull greenish glow still inhibited his body, after effects of the great technique he had just used, "Where do we go now, guys?"
Koola turned to the group and slowly pondered on the question that was posed to him, "Well, we could run around blindly until we find someone else to eliminate from the game."
"Yeah, let's just hope they're not as weak and useless as Silver," The jade Namekian answered with a sneer, curling his eyes in to enhance the devilish look that plagued his face.
Silver was a good man.
The thought rudely shoved itself into the elder Namekians mind, and his previous look was replaced with one of deep confusion, "Uhh, did anyone say something?"
They all turned to him looking perplexed. Bujin replied to him after a few short stares between the three of them, "No, we didn't say anything."
Silver was a good man! It assaulted his head, stopping most other conscious thought.
"Uhh...Right, okay," He answered nervously, starting to become a little weirded out.
Silver was a good man!
"Shut up!" Was what he whispered under his breath, and the rest of his group were starting to question their Namekian party members mental wellness.
Silver was a good man!
"He was a weakling, and dealt with as such!" The slug like alien answered himself, turning away from the others. He didn't know why he was arguing with himself...Something was going on.
The phrase kept repeating itself, and it echoed inside his very mind and soul. He couldn't stand it, the pressure of the message was starting to take it's toll on him. Piccolo Daimouns knees buckled, and he fell quickly to all fours.
"Sh...Shut the hell up!" He bellowed at the top of his lungs this time. His determination wasn't enough to stop the surprise attack of the repressed part of his brain. Slowly, the phrase stopped, but Piccolo Daimoun had undergone another change...Too great changes in a day.
The jade Namekian was perplexed at this point...He couldn't remember anything happening since he had hit that tree, the Namekian one. All he knew was that he had just taken control of his body once more?He was under the distinct impression that he had been possessed again.
He tried as hard as he could, but all he knew was that he had done something terrible...A cloud of dread hung over his head, one that would not leave him.
"Piccolo...?" Koola asked, walking sluggishly and carefully up to the elder Namekians side.
"Ha! The bastard snapped..." Blue laughed, turning his back on the three of his companions.
"Who are you?" He asked, climbing back onto his feet.
"Uhh...What?" He asked, taking in the strange question that the Namekian had asked.
"Uhh, forget about it..." Piccolo Daimoun slowly said, suddenly hit with a few past memories, "I think I want to find the kid who broke my arm, and repay him for it!"
Another phrase was now being whispered in his head, one barely audible to him, 'Kill the boy'
Smiling, the returning version of Piccolo Daimoun had no idea that he was simply a puppet to be controlled.
(Ooc: A little longer then I intended, but I couldn't condense it down anymore.)
"That retard did," Blue answered with a cruel smile, spitting whatever was in his mouth on the spot, "But he's done...Nothing more to do here."
"Yeah," Bujin acknowledged, looking a bit wiped out from recently ascending into Spiritken. A dull greenish glow still inhibited his body, after effects of the great technique he had just used, "Where do we go now, guys?"
Koola turned to the group and slowly pondered on the question that was posed to him, "Well, we could run around blindly until we find someone else to eliminate from the game."
"Yeah, let's just hope they're not as weak and useless as Silver," The jade Namekian answered with a sneer, curling his eyes in to enhance the devilish look that plagued his face.
Silver was a good man.
The thought rudely shoved itself into the elder Namekians mind, and his previous look was replaced with one of deep confusion, "Uhh, did anyone say something?"
They all turned to him looking perplexed. Bujin replied to him after a few short stares between the three of them, "No, we didn't say anything."
Silver was a good man! It assaulted his head, stopping most other conscious thought.
"Uhh...Right, okay," He answered nervously, starting to become a little weirded out.
Silver was a good man!
"Shut up!" Was what he whispered under his breath, and the rest of his group were starting to question their Namekian party members mental wellness.
Silver was a good man!
"He was a weakling, and dealt with as such!" The slug like alien answered himself, turning away from the others. He didn't know why he was arguing with himself...Something was going on.
The phrase kept repeating itself, and it echoed inside his very mind and soul. He couldn't stand it, the pressure of the message was starting to take it's toll on him. Piccolo Daimouns knees buckled, and he fell quickly to all fours.
"Sh...Shut the hell up!" He bellowed at the top of his lungs this time. His determination wasn't enough to stop the surprise attack of the repressed part of his brain. Slowly, the phrase stopped, but Piccolo Daimoun had undergone another change...Too great changes in a day.
The jade Namekian was perplexed at this point...He couldn't remember anything happening since he had hit that tree, the Namekian one. All he knew was that he had just taken control of his body once more?He was under the distinct impression that he had been possessed again.
He tried as hard as he could, but all he knew was that he had done something terrible...A cloud of dread hung over his head, one that would not leave him.
"Piccolo...?" Koola asked, walking sluggishly and carefully up to the elder Namekians side.
"Ha! The bastard snapped..." Blue laughed, turning his back on the three of his companions.
"Who are you?" He asked, climbing back onto his feet.
"Uhh...What?" He asked, taking in the strange question that the Namekian had asked.
"Uhh, forget about it..." Piccolo Daimoun slowly said, suddenly hit with a few past memories, "I think I want to find the kid who broke my arm, and repay him for it!"
Another phrase was now being whispered in his head, one barely audible to him, 'Kill the boy'
Smiling, the returning version of Piccolo Daimoun had no idea that he was simply a puppet to be controlled.
(Ooc: A little longer then I intended, but I couldn't condense it down anymore.)