05-15-2007, 11:56 PM
(OOC: Takes place a few months after this.)
?I said I wanted cookie dough ice cream!? Paige bellowed?smacking the tub of ice cream from the android?s outstretched hands. Seventeen let out a pitiful squeak as the quart-sized container hit the tiled floor and literally exploded outward. As painful as it was to watch, the cyborg looked on as the chocolate dessert product spilled out from its plastic box and onto his brand new Vans.
?But the store was all out of cookie dough, sweetie,? the machine-hybrid whispered sheepishly as he tried to subtly knock the brown ice cream off of his fifty dollar shoes.
?You can teleport?you should have kept looking. Why don?t you love me?? Paige wailed as tears began to roll down her already puffy cheeks. Seventeen shuddered at the prospect of having to deal with another one of his girlfriend?s apocalyptic mood swings, but things could be worse, she could have turned him into a frog again. Since that day, the android had never ever told Paige the truth about her size (despite the fact that she was, at about eight months pregnant, the size of a large tent).
?Don?t cry again,? Seventeen uttered, his voice sounding as if he was on the verge of tears himself. ?I?ll go visit some other stores and see if I can?t find you anything, okay?? The android added, fabricating a broad smile even as the ice cream began to seep through the material of his shoes.
?Again?? Paige inquired as her tone began to revert back to one of spontaneous aggression. ?I?m sooo sorry that I?m such a burden on you, Seventeen!? The woman yelled. With an infantile yelp, the machine-hybrid retreated away as the room burst into flames.
After a moment or two, the flames died down and Paige let out a whimper. Before the android had an opportunity to offer his counsel, the red-haired woman blinked out of sight?leaving her estranged boyfriend standing in the middle of yet another charred room. With a defeated sigh, Seventeen exited the room in a flurry of white and purple orbs and reappeared in the lounge on the opposing side of the mansion.
?This is worse than fighting superpowered demons,? the cybernetic warrior remarked to no one in particular as he made his way toward the television set on the far side of the rustic chamber. The cyborg scooped the remote control off of the wooden countertop and kicked off his ruined shoes as yet another lethargic sigh escaped from him. He couldn?t really help it?he was starting to genuinely develop depression due to Paige and her hormonal outbursts.
Over the last few months, the woman?s outbursts had swelled in tandem with her distended stomach. The worst part about the pregnancy was the fact that Paige was powerful enough to bend the fabric of reality if she set her mind to it. That meant that her outbursts usually ended with either the mansion in rubble or Seventeen as some type of lesser animal. The only real hope that the android had to cling to was the wonderful fact that Paige was due in less than two weeks.
?What?s on the tube?? Seventeen questioned as he flopped down on one of the mahogany chairs that abounded the lounge. With a simple click, the machine-hybrid reclined back and waited as the television set hummed to life. Once it had, the cybernetic warrior was treated to the credits of the only program he enjoyed watching. ?I hate my luck,? the android grumbled as he prepared to turn off the television, but before he got the opportunity, a familiar voice stopped him in his tracks.
?Karl Jak here folks, and it?s that time of the year again!? As the machine-hybrid watched in awe, a montage of scenes from last year?s Dante?s Abyss tournament shot across the screen. Seventeen smiled faintly when he saw a short clip of his battle with Minoshia illuminate his television set. ?Dante?s Abyss has arrived! Make sure to sign up a registration station near you, and maybe this will be your lucky year!?
With that, the commercial drew to a close as a series of corporate jargon flashed across the screen. They were all disclaimers about the danger and so forth associated with the contest?the stuff that no one bothers to read before enlisting in the competition. Seventeen was guilty of doing just that, but this time around, he didn?t really care. After all, the only reason he had lost last year was because he had been too absorbed in helping others.
The same thing had happened in Conquest, when the android was struck down whilst trying to assist Super Buu. With a smile on his face, the machine-hybrid dashed over to the nearby freezer unit and pulled out a tub of cookie dough ice cream from beneath the machine?s false bottom. Just as he was finishing the note, the android was interrupted by the voice of his girlfriend.
?Dante?s Abyss, eh?? The woman?s voice sent a shiver down the cybernetic warrior?s spine as he cursed beneath his breath.
?I got you the ice cream,? Seventeen said, turning around and pointing to the tub of ice cream. ?I promise I?ll be back in under a week or so, punkin. It?s only fo??
?If you?re not back before our child is born then I?m going to go to Dante and murder you myself,? the woman said with the utmost seriousness. The cyborg smile faintly and quickly made his exit before another mood swing had the chance to put him back in his shackles. A few miles away, Seventeen rematerialized in front of a large booth erected near the center of an active street. Pushing through the crowd, the android gently placed his hands on the countertop and smiled at one of the numerous attendants.
?Name?? A woman asked, tapping her pen impatiently on her clipboard as she stared at the android.
?Seventeen,? the cybernetic warrior replied. The registration agent nodded her hand and began to scribble down some additional information about the machine-hybrid?s general appearance.
?We?re going to need you to display some moves for you camera,? the woman replied, sounding obviously enthralled by having to deal with so many people all day long.
?I?ve competed in two of these productions before this one,? Seventeen responded. ?Do I really need to sit and give my paw for the camera yet another time? I?m sure that the viewers and producers should recall me at least somewhat. I?m the one who got into the fights with Minoshia,? the cyborg added, placing a hand on his chest as he tried to weasel his way out of wasting more time.
?I?m sorry sir, but this is necessary,? the woman answered rudely.
?Fine,? the cybernetic warrior groaned, pushing away from the desk and closing his eyes. There was a beat of silence, and then the android let out a frustrated shout as an aura of ki surged to life around his lithe frame. Opening his eyes, Seventeen opened up his palms and smiled as the energy poured forth?rocketing from his hands and slamming into the ground around him.
Shouts filled the city block as the other potential contestants were thrown here, there, and everywhere by the force of the blast. Once the dust and debris had settled, the android flashed a smile to the attendant and began to laugh playfully at the shock on her face. She began to stammer in an effort to respond to the machine-hybrid?s display, but after a few seconds of senseless babbling, she simply stamped the android?s form.
?Step into the teleportation tube over there,? the attendant said as she fed the paper into a fax machine. ?That will take you to Planet Dante where you can relax as they pick the rest of the tournament cast.?
?Thank you,? Seventeen said calmly as he strode over to the tube and casually slid into the glass apparatus. Closing his eyes, he listened as the devise began to hum to life around him. This time around he was going to play the game for himself and only himself. He was done with the days where he had to worry about babysitting four or five of his friends.
This Dante?s Abyss would be his?one way or another.
With that, Seventeen vanished in a flash of light.
(OOC: Sorry that it's a tad long. Future roleplays won't be so long, I swears.)
?I said I wanted cookie dough ice cream!? Paige bellowed?smacking the tub of ice cream from the android?s outstretched hands. Seventeen let out a pitiful squeak as the quart-sized container hit the tiled floor and literally exploded outward. As painful as it was to watch, the cyborg looked on as the chocolate dessert product spilled out from its plastic box and onto his brand new Vans.
?But the store was all out of cookie dough, sweetie,? the machine-hybrid whispered sheepishly as he tried to subtly knock the brown ice cream off of his fifty dollar shoes.
?You can teleport?you should have kept looking. Why don?t you love me?? Paige wailed as tears began to roll down her already puffy cheeks. Seventeen shuddered at the prospect of having to deal with another one of his girlfriend?s apocalyptic mood swings, but things could be worse, she could have turned him into a frog again. Since that day, the android had never ever told Paige the truth about her size (despite the fact that she was, at about eight months pregnant, the size of a large tent).
?Don?t cry again,? Seventeen uttered, his voice sounding as if he was on the verge of tears himself. ?I?ll go visit some other stores and see if I can?t find you anything, okay?? The android added, fabricating a broad smile even as the ice cream began to seep through the material of his shoes.
?Again?? Paige inquired as her tone began to revert back to one of spontaneous aggression. ?I?m sooo sorry that I?m such a burden on you, Seventeen!? The woman yelled. With an infantile yelp, the machine-hybrid retreated away as the room burst into flames.
After a moment or two, the flames died down and Paige let out a whimper. Before the android had an opportunity to offer his counsel, the red-haired woman blinked out of sight?leaving her estranged boyfriend standing in the middle of yet another charred room. With a defeated sigh, Seventeen exited the room in a flurry of white and purple orbs and reappeared in the lounge on the opposing side of the mansion.
?This is worse than fighting superpowered demons,? the cybernetic warrior remarked to no one in particular as he made his way toward the television set on the far side of the rustic chamber. The cyborg scooped the remote control off of the wooden countertop and kicked off his ruined shoes as yet another lethargic sigh escaped from him. He couldn?t really help it?he was starting to genuinely develop depression due to Paige and her hormonal outbursts.
Over the last few months, the woman?s outbursts had swelled in tandem with her distended stomach. The worst part about the pregnancy was the fact that Paige was powerful enough to bend the fabric of reality if she set her mind to it. That meant that her outbursts usually ended with either the mansion in rubble or Seventeen as some type of lesser animal. The only real hope that the android had to cling to was the wonderful fact that Paige was due in less than two weeks.
?What?s on the tube?? Seventeen questioned as he flopped down on one of the mahogany chairs that abounded the lounge. With a simple click, the machine-hybrid reclined back and waited as the television set hummed to life. Once it had, the cybernetic warrior was treated to the credits of the only program he enjoyed watching. ?I hate my luck,? the android grumbled as he prepared to turn off the television, but before he got the opportunity, a familiar voice stopped him in his tracks.
?Karl Jak here folks, and it?s that time of the year again!? As the machine-hybrid watched in awe, a montage of scenes from last year?s Dante?s Abyss tournament shot across the screen. Seventeen smiled faintly when he saw a short clip of his battle with Minoshia illuminate his television set. ?Dante?s Abyss has arrived! Make sure to sign up a registration station near you, and maybe this will be your lucky year!?
With that, the commercial drew to a close as a series of corporate jargon flashed across the screen. They were all disclaimers about the danger and so forth associated with the contest?the stuff that no one bothers to read before enlisting in the competition. Seventeen was guilty of doing just that, but this time around, he didn?t really care. After all, the only reason he had lost last year was because he had been too absorbed in helping others.
The same thing had happened in Conquest, when the android was struck down whilst trying to assist Super Buu. With a smile on his face, the machine-hybrid dashed over to the nearby freezer unit and pulled out a tub of cookie dough ice cream from beneath the machine?s false bottom. Just as he was finishing the note, the android was interrupted by the voice of his girlfriend.
?Dante?s Abyss, eh?? The woman?s voice sent a shiver down the cybernetic warrior?s spine as he cursed beneath his breath.
?I got you the ice cream,? Seventeen said, turning around and pointing to the tub of ice cream. ?I promise I?ll be back in under a week or so, punkin. It?s only fo??
?If you?re not back before our child is born then I?m going to go to Dante and murder you myself,? the woman said with the utmost seriousness. The cyborg smile faintly and quickly made his exit before another mood swing had the chance to put him back in his shackles. A few miles away, Seventeen rematerialized in front of a large booth erected near the center of an active street. Pushing through the crowd, the android gently placed his hands on the countertop and smiled at one of the numerous attendants.
?Name?? A woman asked, tapping her pen impatiently on her clipboard as she stared at the android.
?Seventeen,? the cybernetic warrior replied. The registration agent nodded her hand and began to scribble down some additional information about the machine-hybrid?s general appearance.
?We?re going to need you to display some moves for you camera,? the woman replied, sounding obviously enthralled by having to deal with so many people all day long.
?I?ve competed in two of these productions before this one,? Seventeen responded. ?Do I really need to sit and give my paw for the camera yet another time? I?m sure that the viewers and producers should recall me at least somewhat. I?m the one who got into the fights with Minoshia,? the cyborg added, placing a hand on his chest as he tried to weasel his way out of wasting more time.
?I?m sorry sir, but this is necessary,? the woman answered rudely.
?Fine,? the cybernetic warrior groaned, pushing away from the desk and closing his eyes. There was a beat of silence, and then the android let out a frustrated shout as an aura of ki surged to life around his lithe frame. Opening his eyes, Seventeen opened up his palms and smiled as the energy poured forth?rocketing from his hands and slamming into the ground around him.
Shouts filled the city block as the other potential contestants were thrown here, there, and everywhere by the force of the blast. Once the dust and debris had settled, the android flashed a smile to the attendant and began to laugh playfully at the shock on her face. She began to stammer in an effort to respond to the machine-hybrid?s display, but after a few seconds of senseless babbling, she simply stamped the android?s form.
?Step into the teleportation tube over there,? the attendant said as she fed the paper into a fax machine. ?That will take you to Planet Dante where you can relax as they pick the rest of the tournament cast.?
?Thank you,? Seventeen said calmly as he strode over to the tube and casually slid into the glass apparatus. Closing his eyes, he listened as the devise began to hum to life around him. This time around he was going to play the game for himself and only himself. He was done with the days where he had to worry about babysitting four or five of his friends.
This Dante?s Abyss would be his?one way or another.
With that, Seventeen vanished in a flash of light.
(OOC: Sorry that it's a tad long. Future roleplays won't be so long, I swears.)
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