05-30-2006, 11:47 PM
The group stopped again and began to rest. Metal Koola watched as Vegeta hopped from branch to branch above him, performing a few simple aerobatics before fighting a large enough branch to rest against, then quickly nodding off the sleep. He could tell easily enough when the saiyan nodded off by the way his arm dropped from his stomach, swinging down, as if reaching for the ground... or maybe the next branch. The whole idea was starting to sound good to the changeling. He could use a good nap if we were to get into a big fight sometime soon.
He crouched down low, and hopped up into the tree, grabbing the highest one his single jump allowed him to reach. Using the excess momentum, he swung around and grabbed it with his clawed feet. Taking a seat, his back, like Vegeta's, resting against the trunk of the tree. MK closed his eyes and attempted to nod off, but was unable. He just sat there, thinking of the battles he had faced so far, how he lost his fingers... and how he was able to kill those weak fighters. Dante's Abyss always made him giddy. The sight of death was a fuel for him... he felt energized just by seeing corpses. It was a little creepy, yes, but that's just the way the changeling was. Death was like a fresh cup of coffee, with an added shot of adrenaline.
This past fight, even as easy as it was, was no less energizing to him. Coming up behind that pretty boy was exciting! Then shooting the pest until he hit the ground was just plain exhilarating. He felt like he was in one of those old mobster stories he read on Earth. Those seemed to be popular in the early 20th century... he had never really figured out why until now. The thought of just popping out of somewhere with a gun and blasting someone to pieces, especially someone in a rival gang... it was a lot of fun! All he needed now was a fedora and a cigar... nah, fuck it.
Slowly Metal Koola fell asleep in the tree; evidently the excitement wasn't enough to keep him up for that long. He just hoped that they'd get into another more eventful fight sometime soon.
He crouched down low, and hopped up into the tree, grabbing the highest one his single jump allowed him to reach. Using the excess momentum, he swung around and grabbed it with his clawed feet. Taking a seat, his back, like Vegeta's, resting against the trunk of the tree. MK closed his eyes and attempted to nod off, but was unable. He just sat there, thinking of the battles he had faced so far, how he lost his fingers... and how he was able to kill those weak fighters. Dante's Abyss always made him giddy. The sight of death was a fuel for him... he felt energized just by seeing corpses. It was a little creepy, yes, but that's just the way the changeling was. Death was like a fresh cup of coffee, with an added shot of adrenaline.
This past fight, even as easy as it was, was no less energizing to him. Coming up behind that pretty boy was exciting! Then shooting the pest until he hit the ground was just plain exhilarating. He felt like he was in one of those old mobster stories he read on Earth. Those seemed to be popular in the early 20th century... he had never really figured out why until now. The thought of just popping out of somewhere with a gun and blasting someone to pieces, especially someone in a rival gang... it was a lot of fun! All he needed now was a fedora and a cigar... nah, fuck it.
Slowly Metal Koola fell asleep in the tree; evidently the excitement wasn't enough to keep him up for that long. He just hoped that they'd get into another more eventful fight sometime soon.