12-13-2006, 07:47 PM
"You guys better not hurt my cabin!" Rad yelled after the departing android.
The long-haired saiyan decided that he might as well sit back and enjoy the sights. The most eventful thing that had happened up to this point was finding a little critter that looked identical to Pinchy. Without a doubt Android 17 looked as though he would have an advantage over his opponent. In the back of his mind, Rad wished luck to the approaching underdogs: a one-sided fight is no fun at all to watch.
The specticale had yet to begin and Rad's stomach was very forcibly informing him that it had been too long since he had last eaten. With a sigh he leapt off of the cabin's peaked roof, landing on the with a grace that betrayed his brutish appearance. The door had been left open and was swinging back and forth ever so slight under the hand of a dry breeze. Pushing past it, Rad looked around the cabin with a frown. Most of his food had been eaten, and what was left had been attacked by a variety of critters and bugs. The warrior's anger at his lack of provisions was about to push past the boiling point when he came upon a small plate of tacos tucked behind his cot. He must have hid them there in case of just such an emergency. With a wide grin, the saiyan dropped the plate onto a nearby table and took a seat.
Though Rad finished off his unfortunate foodstuffs quickly, he sat staring at the empty plate for several minutes. On either side of his plate was an envelope. The one on his left had been when he firsted entered the cabin. The one on the right was a more... recent arrival. Rad's left hand snatched up an envelope and his right ripped it open. Inside was a letter from the producers of Dante's Abyss: Conquest. It gave some very vague details about the competition and informed Raditzu of the role they wanted him to play in it. It was straight-forward and carried a tone of condescention that irritated Raditzu to no end. When he finished scanning the letter -- for what to be the hundredth time -- he crumpled it up and tossed it over his shoulder.
The long-haired wonder let his eyes rest on the remaining envelope for several seconds before picking it up. He knew exactly what it said, word for word, but scanned through it again anyway. His face twisted into something of a frown as he half-turned in his chair to look out the window. The letter slipped from his hand, landing on the now-empty plate, as Raditzu stood up from the table and turned toward the door. He looked around the cabin for what he hoped would be the last time and pulled the door open. With nothing more than a shake of his head and a well-placed "tch" the saiya-jin let the door slam behind him.
The long-haired saiyan decided that he might as well sit back and enjoy the sights. The most eventful thing that had happened up to this point was finding a little critter that looked identical to Pinchy. Without a doubt Android 17 looked as though he would have an advantage over his opponent. In the back of his mind, Rad wished luck to the approaching underdogs: a one-sided fight is no fun at all to watch.
The specticale had yet to begin and Rad's stomach was very forcibly informing him that it had been too long since he had last eaten. With a sigh he leapt off of the cabin's peaked roof, landing on the with a grace that betrayed his brutish appearance. The door had been left open and was swinging back and forth ever so slight under the hand of a dry breeze. Pushing past it, Rad looked around the cabin with a frown. Most of his food had been eaten, and what was left had been attacked by a variety of critters and bugs. The warrior's anger at his lack of provisions was about to push past the boiling point when he came upon a small plate of tacos tucked behind his cot. He must have hid them there in case of just such an emergency. With a wide grin, the saiyan dropped the plate onto a nearby table and took a seat.
Though Rad finished off his unfortunate foodstuffs quickly, he sat staring at the empty plate for several minutes. On either side of his plate was an envelope. The one on his left had been when he firsted entered the cabin. The one on the right was a more... recent arrival. Rad's left hand snatched up an envelope and his right ripped it open. Inside was a letter from the producers of Dante's Abyss: Conquest. It gave some very vague details about the competition and informed Raditzu of the role they wanted him to play in it. It was straight-forward and carried a tone of condescention that irritated Raditzu to no end. When he finished scanning the letter -- for what to be the hundredth time -- he crumpled it up and tossed it over his shoulder.
The long-haired wonder let his eyes rest on the remaining envelope for several seconds before picking it up. He knew exactly what it said, word for word, but scanned through it again anyway. His face twisted into something of a frown as he half-turned in his chair to look out the window. The letter slipped from his hand, landing on the now-empty plate, as Raditzu stood up from the table and turned toward the door. He looked around the cabin for what he hoped would be the last time and pulled the door open. With nothing more than a shake of his head and a well-placed "tch" the saiya-jin let the door slam behind him.
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