05-10-2007, 03:29 AM
This post is continued from Curiosity Killed the Cat
The Ader slowly walked triumphantly up to the desk, and then slammed her hands on it. The cardboard collapsed under the force of her entrance, causing everything on it to fall to the red earth with it. Quirking her eyebrow in delight, Zangya kneeled down and grasped a few forms.
?Oh, thank you,? said the lady behind the desk as she took the forms from Zangya?s arms. Drat. That ruined her chances of getting to know the competition before making the decision to sign-up. The fiery-haired, green-skinned Ader simply sighed at her early defeat, and knew that her sleight of hand would have to get even better to trick the rest of the contenders in this competition?and so, Zangya smacked her lips impatiently as she tried to think of something to say to the person she?d just tried to pull the wool over. Luckily, she was given a boost: ?So, did you want to sign up?? the receptionist asked her.
?Eh?? Zangya said, breaking away from her thoughts. ?Oh, yes, please,? she told her, and the receptionist handed over a clipboard with a blank form and a pen. Looking over the sign-up sheet, Zangya took slow steps as she pondered her answers, slowly but surely taking her pacing inside. As she entered, she paid no mind to the several eyes that turned to her, the eyes that were still there from her ?visit? just recently?including the eyes of the bartender, who was currently sitting on a stool behind the counter nursing his shoulder would with a wet rag to stop the bleeding. Sitting in a booth, the orange-haired thief looked over the first slot: ?Name?. Zangya, of course. ?Age?. Twenty. ?Race?. Why was that important? But she complied anyways: Ader.
?Hey,? said a voice from above, ?You want anything??
Zangya never looked up. ?Just a glass of moon-juice, if you would,? she ordered, but her thoughts were soon interrupted by a small drop of red liquid that dripped onto her form. Looking up in horror, she saw the bartender standing above her. And he looked angry. Zangya leaped up from her seat as he thrashed into it, and then leaped up onto his back. The green-skinned woman pulled her crescent-shaped knife from its sheath and raised it high, but then, suddenly, the Saiya-jin turned, and reached out and grasped her by the neck. Whipping around yet again, the bartender tossed Zangya out the window, sending glass everywhere across the outside pavement. The Dante?s Abyss receptionist ducked in cover as her stand was knocked into a frizz again, and then looked over at Zangya. The woman stood, and then watched as her clipboard and pen were tossed to her feet.
?And don?t you come back!? he yelled to her from inside. But then, the bartender made a fatal mistake, and turned his back on the alien assassin.
?I don?t plan to,? she whispered under her breath. The alien stretched her arms out their full length, and then pressed her wrists together and cupped her hands. A medium-sized green orb of chi appeared in the cup of her palms and Zangya?s expression grew morbid and furious. ?TRAP SHOOTER!? she yelled in anger, and then the orb split into many smaller orbs of the chi energy and flew mindlessly towards the bartender?s bare back. Most of them dug into his spine and he doubled over in pain, and then collapsed to his knees, panting as he attempted to push the several burning holes in his back out of his mind. Soon, the man had turned and was sitting on his bottom now, and had slid up so he was leaning against the front of the bar. ?I don?t think you plan to either, do you now?? she remarked cockily.
?You,? he said, ?You?re a??
?Yeah?? she taunted, ?I?m a what??
?A monster!? he yelled.
?I?m a monster, huh?? she asked him. He did not reply. ?Well, if I?m a monster, then you?re dead,? she said, aiming her palm at him and then blasting him with another orb of green chi. When the emerald dust cleared from around him, his eyes were closed and he was breathing no more. Zangya pushed her hair over her shoulders so it hung loosely down her back. ?Guess I?m a monster,? she said, picking up the clipboard and pen.
?That may be a good thing,? came the squeaky, pleasant voice of the receptionist. ?Dante?s Abyss is looking for some real monsters this season. Fill out your form and I?ll see what I can do?as for demonstrating your abilities for me, I think we?ve covered that section.?
?Alright,? Zangya said, her scowl flipping into a frown, ?Thanks.? Looking back at her clipboard, she climbed through the hole in the window, sat in her booth, and continued her thinking. ?Preferred fighting style,? she read. And then, after reading it, she tapped the pen to her chin repeatedly, attempting to think of her personal answer to that question. ?Let?s see?cunning if I?m in the mood, forceful if I?m not.? She wrote what she had just said and then moved on to the next field on the form. ?Planet of birth? Hmmm??
Approximately ten minutes later?
Zangya smiled down at her completed form, and then nodded in excitement and satisfaction. Sliding out of the booth seat, she carried the clipboard out with her, sticking the pen behind her ear. However, as she exited, she was met with a slightly grim scene. There was someone new at the receptionist?s desk?a man this time, and he looked slightly more serious and ?by-the-book? than the bouncy blonde that had been there previously. Cautiously, the Ader handed over her form to him, taking a step back when she did so.
?Alright, show me what you?ve got,? he said, looking over her form, ?Miss?Zangya.?
?I already showed the previous receptionist. She said I was fine,? Zangya told the new man.
?Laura? Oh, well. She?s not here right now. Isaac is. So show Isaac what you?ve got, little lady,? Isaac mocked her.
?Oh, really, Isaac?? she said. ?Is?that?so??
?Yes?it?is.?
?And now he?s mocking me,? she laughed, ?Don?t you dare mock me, pretty boy.? Zangya?s expression grew slightly angry again, and she stepped forward, this time lightly placing her hands on the desk and putting her face inches away from his. He seemed to not be afraid.
?I will mock you if I see fit,? he taunted.
?Ah,? she said, ?And now I see where you stand as far as how long you?re going to live. About fifteen more seconds.?
?Really?? he asked her sarcastically. ?Try me.?
And the last thing Zangya said to him was just a mumble, as Zangya?s cold, green eyes stared right into his hazel pupils. ?Lady?s Vision,? she whispered, and her eyes locked in their target?Isaac?and then small, green beams of chi emerged from them, and suddenly, there was a large explosion of green energy, and Zangya backed off as his now headless body rolled from its chair onto the floor. Nearby, Laura had just started walking off, and was now looking in horror at Isaac?s dead body.
?Guess your shift is back on, Laura,? Zangya spat coldly. The blonde woman walked over and looked over Zangya?s sheet.
?You?re good. Head on over to that teletube,? she said, not making eye contact and her voice getting slightly shaky with fear. Zangya began her stride towards the seemingly ?portable? teletube that was nearby. The shaky voice of Laura piped up again. ?Oh, and thank you for signing up for Dante?s Abyss 2007 and remember,? she gulped, ?It?s not about killing, it?s about not dying.?
Zangya smirked as she walked into the teletube. ?Right,? she answered. And then the door slid closed, and she was gone.
OOC: Sorry about the length. I had a lot of ideas for this one.
* * *
The Ader slowly walked triumphantly up to the desk, and then slammed her hands on it. The cardboard collapsed under the force of her entrance, causing everything on it to fall to the red earth with it. Quirking her eyebrow in delight, Zangya kneeled down and grasped a few forms.
?Oh, thank you,? said the lady behind the desk as she took the forms from Zangya?s arms. Drat. That ruined her chances of getting to know the competition before making the decision to sign-up. The fiery-haired, green-skinned Ader simply sighed at her early defeat, and knew that her sleight of hand would have to get even better to trick the rest of the contenders in this competition?and so, Zangya smacked her lips impatiently as she tried to think of something to say to the person she?d just tried to pull the wool over. Luckily, she was given a boost: ?So, did you want to sign up?? the receptionist asked her.
?Eh?? Zangya said, breaking away from her thoughts. ?Oh, yes, please,? she told her, and the receptionist handed over a clipboard with a blank form and a pen. Looking over the sign-up sheet, Zangya took slow steps as she pondered her answers, slowly but surely taking her pacing inside. As she entered, she paid no mind to the several eyes that turned to her, the eyes that were still there from her ?visit? just recently?including the eyes of the bartender, who was currently sitting on a stool behind the counter nursing his shoulder would with a wet rag to stop the bleeding. Sitting in a booth, the orange-haired thief looked over the first slot: ?Name?. Zangya, of course. ?Age?. Twenty. ?Race?. Why was that important? But she complied anyways: Ader.
?Hey,? said a voice from above, ?You want anything??
Zangya never looked up. ?Just a glass of moon-juice, if you would,? she ordered, but her thoughts were soon interrupted by a small drop of red liquid that dripped onto her form. Looking up in horror, she saw the bartender standing above her. And he looked angry. Zangya leaped up from her seat as he thrashed into it, and then leaped up onto his back. The green-skinned woman pulled her crescent-shaped knife from its sheath and raised it high, but then, suddenly, the Saiya-jin turned, and reached out and grasped her by the neck. Whipping around yet again, the bartender tossed Zangya out the window, sending glass everywhere across the outside pavement. The Dante?s Abyss receptionist ducked in cover as her stand was knocked into a frizz again, and then looked over at Zangya. The woman stood, and then watched as her clipboard and pen were tossed to her feet.
?And don?t you come back!? he yelled to her from inside. But then, the bartender made a fatal mistake, and turned his back on the alien assassin.
?I don?t plan to,? she whispered under her breath. The alien stretched her arms out their full length, and then pressed her wrists together and cupped her hands. A medium-sized green orb of chi appeared in the cup of her palms and Zangya?s expression grew morbid and furious. ?TRAP SHOOTER!? she yelled in anger, and then the orb split into many smaller orbs of the chi energy and flew mindlessly towards the bartender?s bare back. Most of them dug into his spine and he doubled over in pain, and then collapsed to his knees, panting as he attempted to push the several burning holes in his back out of his mind. Soon, the man had turned and was sitting on his bottom now, and had slid up so he was leaning against the front of the bar. ?I don?t think you plan to either, do you now?? she remarked cockily.
?You,? he said, ?You?re a??
?Yeah?? she taunted, ?I?m a what??
?A monster!? he yelled.
?I?m a monster, huh?? she asked him. He did not reply. ?Well, if I?m a monster, then you?re dead,? she said, aiming her palm at him and then blasting him with another orb of green chi. When the emerald dust cleared from around him, his eyes were closed and he was breathing no more. Zangya pushed her hair over her shoulders so it hung loosely down her back. ?Guess I?m a monster,? she said, picking up the clipboard and pen.
?That may be a good thing,? came the squeaky, pleasant voice of the receptionist. ?Dante?s Abyss is looking for some real monsters this season. Fill out your form and I?ll see what I can do?as for demonstrating your abilities for me, I think we?ve covered that section.?
?Alright,? Zangya said, her scowl flipping into a frown, ?Thanks.? Looking back at her clipboard, she climbed through the hole in the window, sat in her booth, and continued her thinking. ?Preferred fighting style,? she read. And then, after reading it, she tapped the pen to her chin repeatedly, attempting to think of her personal answer to that question. ?Let?s see?cunning if I?m in the mood, forceful if I?m not.? She wrote what she had just said and then moved on to the next field on the form. ?Planet of birth? Hmmm??
* * *
Approximately ten minutes later?
Zangya smiled down at her completed form, and then nodded in excitement and satisfaction. Sliding out of the booth seat, she carried the clipboard out with her, sticking the pen behind her ear. However, as she exited, she was met with a slightly grim scene. There was someone new at the receptionist?s desk?a man this time, and he looked slightly more serious and ?by-the-book? than the bouncy blonde that had been there previously. Cautiously, the Ader handed over her form to him, taking a step back when she did so.
?Alright, show me what you?ve got,? he said, looking over her form, ?Miss?Zangya.?
?I already showed the previous receptionist. She said I was fine,? Zangya told the new man.
?Laura? Oh, well. She?s not here right now. Isaac is. So show Isaac what you?ve got, little lady,? Isaac mocked her.
?Oh, really, Isaac?? she said. ?Is?that?so??
?Yes?it?is.?
?And now he?s mocking me,? she laughed, ?Don?t you dare mock me, pretty boy.? Zangya?s expression grew slightly angry again, and she stepped forward, this time lightly placing her hands on the desk and putting her face inches away from his. He seemed to not be afraid.
?I will mock you if I see fit,? he taunted.
?Ah,? she said, ?And now I see where you stand as far as how long you?re going to live. About fifteen more seconds.?
?Really?? he asked her sarcastically. ?Try me.?
And the last thing Zangya said to him was just a mumble, as Zangya?s cold, green eyes stared right into his hazel pupils. ?Lady?s Vision,? she whispered, and her eyes locked in their target?Isaac?and then small, green beams of chi emerged from them, and suddenly, there was a large explosion of green energy, and Zangya backed off as his now headless body rolled from its chair onto the floor. Nearby, Laura had just started walking off, and was now looking in horror at Isaac?s dead body.
?Guess your shift is back on, Laura,? Zangya spat coldly. The blonde woman walked over and looked over Zangya?s sheet.
?You?re good. Head on over to that teletube,? she said, not making eye contact and her voice getting slightly shaky with fear. Zangya began her stride towards the seemingly ?portable? teletube that was nearby. The shaky voice of Laura piped up again. ?Oh, and thank you for signing up for Dante?s Abyss 2007 and remember,? she gulped, ?It?s not about killing, it?s about not dying.?
Zangya smirked as she walked into the teletube. ?Right,? she answered. And then the door slid closed, and she was gone.
OOC: Sorry about the length. I had a lot of ideas for this one.