11-24-2006, 04:41 PM
Broli's speech was spawning unnerving thoughts throughout the king's brain. With his former arrogance once again being attained through his authority over the Dante army, he was still consumed with an abundance of negativity. The forces of Dante were capturing his ideal image of a flawless band of warriors, even with the absence of saiya-jin blood. King Vejita was famished due to the endeavors on planet Vejita-Sei, but he was overpowered by the obligation to strategize during these spare hours prior to the war. He edged himself from his comforting position and relieved himself from the feast while shifting his vision to all of those inhabiting the room. "Excuse me, as I must retreat to the throne room..." The tone in his raspy voice was entwined with an undetermined emotion. He snatched his cloak along his back, that seemed to trail to the floor in ruffles, and carried onwards with a swift movement for the elevator.
The castle was a pleasing view with his auburn pupils savouring every inch of the wonderful structure. To be assigned such a ridiculously expensive site was just another enhancement to his already monstrous ego. Vejita scrambled his bloodied fingers for the keycard that had been bestowed upon him and paused briefly to investigate its functions. Being that he was technologically illiterate, this was going to be equally challenging as being possibly being victorious in this competition. After some logic and common sense was summoned by him, he slide the rectangular object through the dector and a bothersome clatter was introduced to him. The gapping hole of the entrance embraced him with a confirming announcement of his welcome. The saiya-jin's feet nervously swept into the bulking vicinity of the elevators interior which was deserving of an admiration for a brief moment while identifying the buttons upon the control panel. Vejita slumped alongside the metallic walls and slipped his arms through one another.
Awaiting for the elevator wasn't at all very pleasant since the downtime triggered his most dominant nemesis to confront him, his own doubts. The affects of Dante's Abyss, the doubts of the composition of Dante's forces, and any other negativity that could be gathered was being presented in one fatal second in the warrior's mind. Before he could set his focus upon it all, the elevator doors exposed to him the wonderous throne room. The duo of thrones were set with minimal space between one another, but both were enriched with jewels and gold that sparkled in his eyes. King Vejita wobbled to the throne with fatigue with each step he claimed seeming to be more difficult due to his lack of energy. However, as he situated himself in the comfort of the throne, his thoughts were once again retrieved. The excrutionating and repulsive imagery of his former Dante Abyss enlistments seemed to be scalding into his brain.
Acts of demonic violence that seemed to have stemmed solely on the concept of survival were draining him of the limited energy he was in possession of. The method of placing warriors into a world without compassion, without mercy, and without a glimmer of hope was so absolutely disgusting. But, a miniature fragment of Vejita I seemed to be salivating for this competition to unravel before him. After being dorment and being subjected by fate to possessing an insignificant role, perhaps this was his moment to supply those critics with the notion that the saiya-jin warrior was perhaps an effective fighter and king. Whether he was accepting to his spawn reigning with his former kingship or not, he was craving the title of king once again. It was empowering to those that were gifted of its might, even though it wasn't capable of any physical strength. Besides, perhaps their was another portion of the saiya-jin king that had become accustomed to such an impure event known as Dante's Abyss. Perhaps, he was actually enjoying the thought of butchering those to unleash all the known hate that had congregated due to his unfortunate situation over the years. Maybe even the faces of Nubian, Sativa, and the leaders of the resistance were going to be substituted for the "innocent" faces of the other groups...
OOC: In the throne room. Holla at cho' boi if ya wanna talk. Kna mean?
The castle was a pleasing view with his auburn pupils savouring every inch of the wonderful structure. To be assigned such a ridiculously expensive site was just another enhancement to his already monstrous ego. Vejita scrambled his bloodied fingers for the keycard that had been bestowed upon him and paused briefly to investigate its functions. Being that he was technologically illiterate, this was going to be equally challenging as being possibly being victorious in this competition. After some logic and common sense was summoned by him, he slide the rectangular object through the dector and a bothersome clatter was introduced to him. The gapping hole of the entrance embraced him with a confirming announcement of his welcome. The saiya-jin's feet nervously swept into the bulking vicinity of the elevators interior which was deserving of an admiration for a brief moment while identifying the buttons upon the control panel. Vejita slumped alongside the metallic walls and slipped his arms through one another.
Awaiting for the elevator wasn't at all very pleasant since the downtime triggered his most dominant nemesis to confront him, his own doubts. The affects of Dante's Abyss, the doubts of the composition of Dante's forces, and any other negativity that could be gathered was being presented in one fatal second in the warrior's mind. Before he could set his focus upon it all, the elevator doors exposed to him the wonderous throne room. The duo of thrones were set with minimal space between one another, but both were enriched with jewels and gold that sparkled in his eyes. King Vejita wobbled to the throne with fatigue with each step he claimed seeming to be more difficult due to his lack of energy. However, as he situated himself in the comfort of the throne, his thoughts were once again retrieved. The excrutionating and repulsive imagery of his former Dante Abyss enlistments seemed to be scalding into his brain.
Acts of demonic violence that seemed to have stemmed solely on the concept of survival were draining him of the limited energy he was in possession of. The method of placing warriors into a world without compassion, without mercy, and without a glimmer of hope was so absolutely disgusting. But, a miniature fragment of Vejita I seemed to be salivating for this competition to unravel before him. After being dorment and being subjected by fate to possessing an insignificant role, perhaps this was his moment to supply those critics with the notion that the saiya-jin warrior was perhaps an effective fighter and king. Whether he was accepting to his spawn reigning with his former kingship or not, he was craving the title of king once again. It was empowering to those that were gifted of its might, even though it wasn't capable of any physical strength. Besides, perhaps their was another portion of the saiya-jin king that had become accustomed to such an impure event known as Dante's Abyss. Perhaps, he was actually enjoying the thought of butchering those to unleash all the known hate that had congregated due to his unfortunate situation over the years. Maybe even the faces of Nubian, Sativa, and the leaders of the resistance were going to be substituted for the "innocent" faces of the other groups...
OOC: In the throne room. Holla at cho' boi if ya wanna talk. Kna mean?