05-19-2007, 10:45 PM
Amidst the sea of quiet black nothing, the android began to dream of days that he had long since passed. Inconspicuous images of people?good or evil?that Seventeen had trounced in order to get where he was today began to pass through his mind as he slipped further into the depths of his subconscious mind. Unfortunately for the android, the peacefulness of his sleep came to a depressing conclusion as more contestants began to file into the barracks.
As more and more competitors entered the chamber, the ambient noise increased exponentially until it finally managed to tear the cyborg away from his nap. With an overdramatic yawn, Seventeen stretched out his arms and sat off the relatively uncomfortable cot that the kind people at Dante had set up for him. As the world started to come into focus, the machine-hybrid took some time to straighten out some of the wrinkles in his clothes.
?When?s this going to start?? Seventeen muttered as he scanned the barracks?mapping out all the new competitors that had amassed in the chamber during his nap. Some of them were people he vaguely remembered from previous Dante productions, but there was a fare share of fighters that were total strangers to the android. With a faint smile, the cyborg shifted his body and let his legs fall over the side of his cot.
?Hello there,? the timid voice immediately caught the onyx-haired warrior?s attention. Turning his neck sharply, the android arched his eyebrow at the women standing a few feet away from him. For a moment, he didn?t have the slightest clue why she was bothering him, and then Seventeen noticed the Dante logo on her fatigues and the duffel bag she was holding in her right hand.
?Are those for me, Ma?am?? The cyborg asked politely?eying up what could only be his survival bag.
?Yes, Sir,? the women said, extending the bag toward the seated android. Mouthing the words ?thank you,? Seventeen accepted his survival bag from the attendant and whisked her away with a brief motion of his right hand. ?Good luck,? she added politely before moving along her way.
I wonder if they figured overly kind attendants would be soothing for people who are going to be dying very shortly. The machine-hybrid pondered as he took a moment to rifle through the contents of the cloth bag. With a hearty smile, Seventeen poked at the weapon the loving people at Dante had selected for him. This is sure going to make this one hell of an interesting vacation. The cyborg
Once he was certain he had all the supplies he had been promised, the android sealed up the bag and threw it on the ground next to his bed. Shifting his feet back onto his bed, the android moved to get comfortable; however, just as he was closing his eyes, one of the loudmouthed contestants from the other side of the room started yelling like a idiot.
"I?m going to win this fucking thing!" the woman bellowed loudly. "And any of you who think you can beat me, this is for you!" Seventeen could have sworn he had recognized the voice on one of his prior exploits, but when the name didn?t come to him for a few seconds, he decided that it was probably no one of any relative importance. Closing his eyes, the machine-hybrid shifted his body into a comfy position.
?Shut the fuck up!? Seventeen yelled?snickering softly to himself as he prepared to take another nap. After a few seconds, the android returned to the blissful blackness of his unconscious. In another annoying, unfortunate twist, the machine-hybrid was once again interrupted by the sound of encroaching boots. Opting to ignore the noise and try and salvage some more sleep, the cybernetic warrior simply continued to feign sleep. Just as he was almost back down for the count, he heard another voice?this one, however, was entirely too familiar.
?Seventeen,? the raspy voice hissed. As if acting on instinct, Seventeen?s eyes shot open the moment he heard the konat. With a faint smirk on this visage, the machine-hybrid stared up at the cruel, calculating face of his rival.
?Are you enjoying the festivities, Minoshia,? the cyborg said?his tone a mixture of intrigue and sarcasm. The konat scoffed and crossed his hands over his chest. From the expression on his face, it wasn?t hard for the android to denote that his adversary was still a big a prude as always when it came to these matters. ?Are you looking forward to the games??
?Humph,? Minoshia grunted. Seventeen snickered at the konat?s seemingly characteristic indifference to everything, although he couldn?t really blame him for such a demeanor. After all, the cyborg knew that if it was possible, he would rip out Minoshia?s heart right here and now. It was ludicrous to play the sarcasm card to someone with which the android had such a vivid history.
?I will murder you if you give me even the slightest opportunity,? Seventeen whispered. Despite the venom in his words, the android spoke with a relatively peaceful tone of voice. ?I would expect you to do the same to me should I give you the chance,? the android added with a tranquil expression on his face.
Even though there was nothing more said, the two warriors continued to stare at one another. Most of the nearby attendants were eying one another?trying to assess whether or not something physical was going to escalate out of the rather tense situation. Although they had a history laced with murder, treason, and overwhelming hatred, the two rivals did nothing more then stare at one another.
As more and more competitors entered the chamber, the ambient noise increased exponentially until it finally managed to tear the cyborg away from his nap. With an overdramatic yawn, Seventeen stretched out his arms and sat off the relatively uncomfortable cot that the kind people at Dante had set up for him. As the world started to come into focus, the machine-hybrid took some time to straighten out some of the wrinkles in his clothes.
?When?s this going to start?? Seventeen muttered as he scanned the barracks?mapping out all the new competitors that had amassed in the chamber during his nap. Some of them were people he vaguely remembered from previous Dante productions, but there was a fare share of fighters that were total strangers to the android. With a faint smile, the cyborg shifted his body and let his legs fall over the side of his cot.
?Hello there,? the timid voice immediately caught the onyx-haired warrior?s attention. Turning his neck sharply, the android arched his eyebrow at the women standing a few feet away from him. For a moment, he didn?t have the slightest clue why she was bothering him, and then Seventeen noticed the Dante logo on her fatigues and the duffel bag she was holding in her right hand.
?Are those for me, Ma?am?? The cyborg asked politely?eying up what could only be his survival bag.
?Yes, Sir,? the women said, extending the bag toward the seated android. Mouthing the words ?thank you,? Seventeen accepted his survival bag from the attendant and whisked her away with a brief motion of his right hand. ?Good luck,? she added politely before moving along her way.
I wonder if they figured overly kind attendants would be soothing for people who are going to be dying very shortly. The machine-hybrid pondered as he took a moment to rifle through the contents of the cloth bag. With a hearty smile, Seventeen poked at the weapon the loving people at Dante had selected for him. This is sure going to make this one hell of an interesting vacation. The cyborg
Once he was certain he had all the supplies he had been promised, the android sealed up the bag and threw it on the ground next to his bed. Shifting his feet back onto his bed, the android moved to get comfortable; however, just as he was closing his eyes, one of the loudmouthed contestants from the other side of the room started yelling like a idiot.
"I?m going to win this fucking thing!" the woman bellowed loudly. "And any of you who think you can beat me, this is for you!" Seventeen could have sworn he had recognized the voice on one of his prior exploits, but when the name didn?t come to him for a few seconds, he decided that it was probably no one of any relative importance. Closing his eyes, the machine-hybrid shifted his body into a comfy position.
?Shut the fuck up!? Seventeen yelled?snickering softly to himself as he prepared to take another nap. After a few seconds, the android returned to the blissful blackness of his unconscious. In another annoying, unfortunate twist, the machine-hybrid was once again interrupted by the sound of encroaching boots. Opting to ignore the noise and try and salvage some more sleep, the cybernetic warrior simply continued to feign sleep. Just as he was almost back down for the count, he heard another voice?this one, however, was entirely too familiar.
?Seventeen,? the raspy voice hissed. As if acting on instinct, Seventeen?s eyes shot open the moment he heard the konat. With a faint smirk on this visage, the machine-hybrid stared up at the cruel, calculating face of his rival.
?Are you enjoying the festivities, Minoshia,? the cyborg said?his tone a mixture of intrigue and sarcasm. The konat scoffed and crossed his hands over his chest. From the expression on his face, it wasn?t hard for the android to denote that his adversary was still a big a prude as always when it came to these matters. ?Are you looking forward to the games??
?Humph,? Minoshia grunted. Seventeen snickered at the konat?s seemingly characteristic indifference to everything, although he couldn?t really blame him for such a demeanor. After all, the cyborg knew that if it was possible, he would rip out Minoshia?s heart right here and now. It was ludicrous to play the sarcasm card to someone with which the android had such a vivid history.
?I will murder you if you give me even the slightest opportunity,? Seventeen whispered. Despite the venom in his words, the android spoke with a relatively peaceful tone of voice. ?I would expect you to do the same to me should I give you the chance,? the android added with a tranquil expression on his face.
Even though there was nothing more said, the two warriors continued to stare at one another. Most of the nearby attendants were eying one another?trying to assess whether or not something physical was going to escalate out of the rather tense situation. Although they had a history laced with murder, treason, and overwhelming hatred, the two rivals did nothing more then stare at one another.
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