DA: C Official Sign-Ups and PS Information

[Minoshia]

The Dark Prince slowly walked through the streets of Vegeta-Sei. Almost abruptly as it had begun, the war had ended between the saiyans and the changelings. It hadn?t gone as well as he had hoped, his plans for mass slaughter and power had been dismissed among a veil of confusion and an unnecessary resolve for conflict between the two armies. Something else entirely had caught his attention though, so much that he had completely forgotten about the war. Syntech Corporation had been at it again, and a secondary game had been introduced as a sort of sequel to Dante?s Abyss, the death competition he took forth in last year. As the night grew dark, and rain began to slap against the black hood he wore over his head, the only thing he could think of was Dante, he would return.

Country roads gave way to city streets, the familiar smell of filth and death that followed all wars was present. It was beautiful, buildings blasted into crumbling mounds of concrete, bodies crushed beneath. People lying on the sides of the streets, dead from famine and gun shot wounds. They rotted slowly in the cool rain, no one there to save their corpses. Changelings and Saiyans laid side-by-side, blood mixing in the running streets of the Vegeta-Sei Capitol. Not much for racial preference, Minoshia didn?t give a fuck who was killing who, as long as someone was dying and blood was spilled. He longed to tear open the torso of a warrior, let his bled fall onto his feet, the adrenaline and lust for death that the Konat loved so dearly. It had been absent so long; he had begun to shake from withdrawal. Slaughter was his heroin, his addiction, with the absence of his brother the one thing he had in life that was dependable was the awareness that he could not only kill, but massacre and slaughter. That was precisely why he made his way towards the sign up table that was tucked under an overhand. The dead bodies had been picked up around the sign up area, and the line seemed to be winding down. He was almost late, and he knew it, but fuck if he cared.

?Hi, Name and Race please.? An elderly woman moaned in his general direction, such disrespect was hard to tolerate, but necessary. He didn?t want to get removed from the tournament because he disemboweled a senior citizen.

?Minoshia. Konatsa-jin.? As always, a man of few words, Minoshia gave the woman his information. After she finished scribbling down the name and race, which she subsequently spelt wrong, she looked up as if to give him another instruction. But she froze; something caught her attention and her jaw dropped slightly.

?Your eyes,? The woman pointed and stared, Minoshia squinted with anger. ?They?re burning?? Minoshia tightened his neck, biting back on his urge to strike. His anger caused his eyes to flare more, before he quickly closed them and pulled the hood further over his head, covering his eyes in the shadows.

?You were saying?? Minoshia redirected the Alzheimer?s ridden woman.

?Oh, yes?? She looked back down at her paper, trying to find where she was. ?We need a display of your fighting ability. Bruno!? As if on queue, a bulky man whipped around the corner and faced the Konat in the street. ?Bruno is the greatest warrior from Earth, he is their best hope on Dante.?

Bruno pounded his chest, before setting up in a fighting position. Minoshia chuckled a little, obviously mocking the steroid user. His veins bulged from his head; he wore a form fitting cover-all jumpsuit with only his tiny head sticking out from the outfit that covered his massive body.

As if the mocking made him angrier, Bruno immediately charged. And because it was getting late, the Konat decided it would be best to not delay the fight to enjoy himself, but rather to simply dispatch this foe in the easiest way possible, the neck. The steroid ridden freak charged, gaining momentum. As he got near, Minoshia began his crouch, waiting for the beast to swing. A massive right arm swung back and prepared to swing, the street had cleared of civilians by now. The right fist came down and Minoshia sprung in, ducking under the attack. Using his speed, he pushed off the ground and rose towards the throat of Bruno. Rather then wrapping his hands around his neck, the prince dug his fingers into the throat, grabbing the spinal column and other various organs. With his hand buried in the throat, Bruno began to gargle; his body going limp and his head tilting back. His neck began to swell, it began to heat, and it began to turn red. The burning moved north towards his head, and Bruno?s mouth opened, unleashing a massive pillar of flame that had originated in Minoshia?s hands. Pulling his fingers out, he let the lump body die. A hole in his neck, and a charcoaled, half exploded skull. He walked over to the desk calmly.

?I am the best Earth has to offer.? The woman looked at him, jaw dropped again and pointed into the door behind her. Minoshia went around the desk and stepped into the room, walking into the tele-tube that occupied the room, and took off to his destination, all smiles.