Dante's Abyss 2007 Sign-Ups

[Kami]

A steady breeze brushed out it's undetermined path across the sun baked tiles of the lookout's surface. The golden domes of the buildings glistened in the always bright light from above. The clouds below nipped at the underbelly of the massive sky fortress. From this height all was quiet. The only sounds were those of winds being caught up in the architecture of the Lookout's arches and pillars. One could be at peace with their thoughts, finding the time to listen to themselves.

A lone figure stood out on the edge of the great tower in the sky. A hood protected his head from the pounding rays of sunlilght which provided so much needed energy to the planet. The breeze kicked up again, finding itself caught in the hood covering the head of the stoic individual on the brink of the platform, only endless clouds below.

It's been a long time... he thought to himself. He had been watching for a long time now, and even with all that was going on in the world he still yearned for the olden days once and a while. It was only now, when he had sensed noteworthy power levels traveling to similar places and leaving the planet that his desire to venture off the lookout overtook him.

I'm about due for a trip down anyways...I still haven't won that silly tournamnet yet either...

"Mr. Popo! Take care of the lookout! I'm getting an urge to take a short vacation, you are more than capable of taking care of things here. If all else fails call Dende!" The hood blew back, revealing Kami's old wrinkled head.

The ancient Namek let his body drift forward and plummet off the lookout. Clouds gave way to fields of green and brown, the wind roaring in his ears. With a thought his aura flared up around him for a moment as his controled flight began.

His thoughts drifted to the previous tournaments, and how he would like to win the next one. Dante's Abyss usually rolls around each year, providing a challenge worthy of Earth's Guardian. While he was busy reminicing the place fighters were registering came up on the horizon.

It wasn't long before he was signed up and stepping into a teleportation tube. With a slow walk and a slight limp he made his way up. A crass smile slowly spread across his face as he heard the unsuspecting commepetors in the crowd make their judgements.

"He's too old..." "He'll never make it past the lobby!" "Who let gramps out?"

If they only knew.