05-10-2007, 06:27 AM
OOC: Follow up to "Retribution" on Earth.
"Wow man. Dante's Abyss. I'm so gonna do that next year."
"As if. Did you see that guy walk in before? That little short green guy? He was a full on pro, even if he was an ugly midget. You're just a kid."
A large congregation of people were outside one of the many signup sites stationed all over the planet Earth. Although it was a surprising statistic, Earth was one of the most fruitful planets for the competition to pick its contestants, despite being inhabited by an inferior, non-warrior race. Every sign up always brought out the tough, the brave, the powerful, the sturdy. And with those entrants came the buzzing, excitable crowds, hoping to vicariously experience the excitement of the death tournament.
Two teenage kids were walking through the mass of people. Trent was a martial artist in training, while his other level headed friend Jayden took his head out of the clouds.
"I don't wanna burn your dreams or nothin', but don't you think you need to wait a little longer?"
Trent felt a surge of arrogance, and he seized it. "Oh sure! I bet that little midget was just a trick to scare of the 'weaklings.' Really, how powerful could the real fighters be?"
A powerful flare of light went off in the two teenagers' path like a flashbang. They fell to the ground, their lips quivering from shock. After the cloak of brightness faded, they saw a bewildered violet alien with a long tail standing before them. Their eyes widened.
"What the fuck?!" Koola swore, his surroundings suddenly changed. Humans were all around him. There was no village, no stupid robot... no Kerela. Where the hell was he?
His angry glance focused upon the two teens who were staring in awe at him. If there was a resounding horn that went off when Koola truly lost all vestiges of his serenity, it would've be deafening everyone in a seventy kilometre radius right then.
"What the hell are you looking at, punks!?" the changeling scathed at them. "Haven't you ever seen a furious icer before?!"
Without a word, Trent and Jayden scurried to their feet and forced their way in the opposite direction, screaming the entire way. They pulled some concerned and confused looks, but not nearly as many as Koola himself was receiving. A guttural growl came from his throat. He hated the gawking monkeys with noxious contempt usually, but right now he was prepared to do in the entire planet.
And that's when his eyes caught it: Dante's Abyss. Bells rung in his mind. That was familiar to him. He couldn't recall much, but he was sure he had participated in one of those before.
Desiring to return to the village, but knowing he had no idea what direction it was in, he sighed in resignation and walked to the sign up booths, still holding the mystic staff.
"Give me a vision, you stupid stick."
"Can I help you, sir?" an attendant queried.
"Let me into this." There wasn't a hint of kindness in his icy words.
"OK, I just need some basic details. Name, age, race, abilities?"
The changeling, as he frequently did, changed moods the moment he realised he could flaunt his name. "Koola, prince and heir to the Cold Dynasty. I've been kicking around the universe for 32 years. I am an Icer, or if you want to put me in a more generic context, a changeling. My abilities? Ha!" He rolled his eyes. "Numerous."
"No problem Mr. Koo-"
"Think about who I am, and recorrect that statement."
"No problem, prince Koola?" The Icer nodded affirmingly. "You just need to step onto this teleportation device and you'll be ready. Oh, and I'll need to take this staff with me."
As soon as the human's hand touched it, Koola instinctively pushed him away with it. Unfortunately, he loosened his grip, and the DA subordinate had it.
The changeling took in a deep breath, remembering the ten step program to prevent planet destruction. "I think it would be in everyone's best interests if you gave that back to me."
"Sorry sir, no outside weapons or gadgets."
Koola was about to lash out, but his thoughts reigned him. Why was he so concerned? Why did he want the stick? To get in contact with Kerela? Come on Koola, let it be!
An annoyed sigh left his lips. "Fine."
Without another word, he stood upon the teleporter, vanishing to his new destination.
"Wow man. Dante's Abyss. I'm so gonna do that next year."
"As if. Did you see that guy walk in before? That little short green guy? He was a full on pro, even if he was an ugly midget. You're just a kid."
A large congregation of people were outside one of the many signup sites stationed all over the planet Earth. Although it was a surprising statistic, Earth was one of the most fruitful planets for the competition to pick its contestants, despite being inhabited by an inferior, non-warrior race. Every sign up always brought out the tough, the brave, the powerful, the sturdy. And with those entrants came the buzzing, excitable crowds, hoping to vicariously experience the excitement of the death tournament.
Two teenage kids were walking through the mass of people. Trent was a martial artist in training, while his other level headed friend Jayden took his head out of the clouds.
"I don't wanna burn your dreams or nothin', but don't you think you need to wait a little longer?"
Trent felt a surge of arrogance, and he seized it. "Oh sure! I bet that little midget was just a trick to scare of the 'weaklings.' Really, how powerful could the real fighters be?"
A powerful flare of light went off in the two teenagers' path like a flashbang. They fell to the ground, their lips quivering from shock. After the cloak of brightness faded, they saw a bewildered violet alien with a long tail standing before them. Their eyes widened.
"What the fuck?!" Koola swore, his surroundings suddenly changed. Humans were all around him. There was no village, no stupid robot... no Kerela. Where the hell was he?
His angry glance focused upon the two teens who were staring in awe at him. If there was a resounding horn that went off when Koola truly lost all vestiges of his serenity, it would've be deafening everyone in a seventy kilometre radius right then.
"What the hell are you looking at, punks!?" the changeling scathed at them. "Haven't you ever seen a furious icer before?!"
Without a word, Trent and Jayden scurried to their feet and forced their way in the opposite direction, screaming the entire way. They pulled some concerned and confused looks, but not nearly as many as Koola himself was receiving. A guttural growl came from his throat. He hated the gawking monkeys with noxious contempt usually, but right now he was prepared to do in the entire planet.
And that's when his eyes caught it: Dante's Abyss. Bells rung in his mind. That was familiar to him. He couldn't recall much, but he was sure he had participated in one of those before.
Desiring to return to the village, but knowing he had no idea what direction it was in, he sighed in resignation and walked to the sign up booths, still holding the mystic staff.
"Give me a vision, you stupid stick."
"Can I help you, sir?" an attendant queried.
"Let me into this." There wasn't a hint of kindness in his icy words.
"OK, I just need some basic details. Name, age, race, abilities?"
The changeling, as he frequently did, changed moods the moment he realised he could flaunt his name. "Koola, prince and heir to the Cold Dynasty. I've been kicking around the universe for 32 years. I am an Icer, or if you want to put me in a more generic context, a changeling. My abilities? Ha!" He rolled his eyes. "Numerous."
"No problem Mr. Koo-"
"Think about who I am, and recorrect that statement."
"No problem, prince Koola?" The Icer nodded affirmingly. "You just need to step onto this teleportation device and you'll be ready. Oh, and I'll need to take this staff with me."
As soon as the human's hand touched it, Koola instinctively pushed him away with it. Unfortunately, he loosened his grip, and the DA subordinate had it.
The changeling took in a deep breath, remembering the ten step program to prevent planet destruction. "I think it would be in everyone's best interests if you gave that back to me."
"Sorry sir, no outside weapons or gadgets."
Koola was about to lash out, but his thoughts reigned him. Why was he so concerned? Why did he want the stick? To get in contact with Kerela? Come on Koola, let it be!
An annoyed sigh left his lips. "Fine."
Without another word, he stood upon the teleporter, vanishing to his new destination.
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