Dante's Abyss 2007 Sign-Ups

[Android-18]

Delicately, as if the leaflet of paper were something precious, and important, a slender finger slid down its length. Pointless lines for information that was hardly needed, and of course very little details on the actual event. For the moment there was hardly a soul passing the building, although statements of the event were well presented. In due time there would be many warriors bumping and shoving to enter the contest. The finger stopped upon the last line, and then moved to grip the document by the edge. Close scrutiny of the fine print revealed the same details as last year, only 44 people would make it in.

?Once again, this tournament never ceases to amaze me.? She puckered her lips upon ending her statement. Her agile hand snatched up the pen that sat idly on the desk, the woman behind the desk had been watching, but said nothing. Being an attendant to the registrants meant the possibility of harassment, or injury. There was no telling what this fighter could be triggered by.

The sound of the pen scratching upon the paper was all that could be heard. It would pause momentarily, and then continue. It would probably decrease her chances of entering if she skipped a question or two. Her head shook from side to side, and she answered as best she could. What good would knowing her birth date be? And at that thought, she wondered if creating her own birthday would be appropriate. She deserved cake too.

?All done,? she pushed upon the thin slip of paper so that it slid across the desk. Her palms proceeded to press downward against the cool surface of the reception desk and watched intently.

?Eighteen?? the woman repeated her name, as it was written.

?Yes?? The android replied, as if being called upon.

?That?s your name?? a nod was given in response to this. ?Well?I guess I?m not surprised,? she seemed to be loosing her ridged posture, considering the applicants warm eyes. ?Well, everything seems to be in order. We?ll just need some photos and footage of you with any special attacks you?d like to share.?

Eighteen straightened from leaning on the counter. The woman guided her toward the back where equipment had been set up, and lights flared. ?Just be yourself,? she retrieved the camera and held it to her face.

Flashes of light ensued, and the girl tried to force a smile that ended up being a crooked mess. She felt flustered, but soon the flashing stopped and the woman took to holding a camera.

Now Eighteen never really used her abilities much in battle. The only one she could think of using was her split form. She let her power raise slightly, but not enough to cause a ruckus in the room. A moment passed, and she narrowed her eyes, before her body began to glow. Two more of the androids materialized beside her, and the woman, stunned, recorded it all. Together the three androids began to charge a Kamehameha in their cupped hands. At this point an unnatural wind began to kick up within the room. Equipment rattled, and clothing flapped, while the three fighter?s energy spheres glowed with luminous power.

As quickly as the maelstrom had been initiated, it all died down. The three blondes became one, and she wiped her brow before grinning. ?I?d have let that go but I wouldn?t have the money to fix this building.? She gazed toward the ceiling, seemingly losing interest.

?Well?That was enough, anyway.? The attendant patted down her wind-touched hair and set the camera down. ?This way, you?re welcome to travel to the waiting complex now.? The teletubes were further back, and weren?t surprising. It was the typical travel choice for these kinds of events. Surprisingly the android didn?t consider who she may meet; rather, she considered what kind of food she might get her hands on. With that thought (and thoughts of a birthday) the female fighter stepped into the tube and disappeared.