05-21-2007, 05:59 AM
Hovering in the air above Central City, Reijin scanned the buildingtops in hope of finding some sign regarding the Dante's Abyss signups. Towards the east, a large flash of energy was dampened by his LENS unit, catching his attention. Shrugging slightly, he flew down to land on the top of one of the towers and walked over to the edge. Cars were moving along at a slow pace beneath him, but he could follow a trail of dissappearing energy through the air between the buildings until he saw it creep into a doorway.
"They should really try a bit harder to ann-" he began to say to Saiba, who was still tucked into his bag. About that moment, a loudspeaker interrupted the Saiyan's thoughts and rattled his brain.
"THE TIME IS NOW! COME ONE, COME ALL, COME BIG, COME SMALL! FLIGHT IS DISABLED, ENERGY IS DAMPENED, THE CARNAGE IS INCREASED, AND THE BLOOD SHALL RUN RAMPANT!"
He heard a chuckling sound from his backside and he grunted. "Yeah, I get it. Let's go," he announced, leaping off the top of the building. His body hurtled down at the speed of a meteor, his eyes moving quickly as he picked out the various pedestrians, warming up his mind for the upcoming tournament by taking care to not crush anyone during his landing. Thrusting down a cushion of air using ki, he flipped in the air, his feet stopping suddenly on the concrete without creating a crater. He rose, fully adjusted himself, and walked into the building.
The rush of air from inside the doorways caught him a bit off guard as his body attempted to drastically adjust to the change in pressure. His eyes wandered throughout the busy room and he pushed through the crowd of walking corpses on his way to the signup desk. One of the hopefuls was standing at the front desk, nervously twiddling a pen within his fingers as he glanced around the room. Reijin chuckled. "Hey Saiba, check this out," he called to the pet. The creature climbed up onto his shoulder and looked in front of him as the man turned around at the noise, jumping in fright to see the creature so close.
His hand stopped spinning the pen as it came to rest over his chest, trying to calm himself. He held his hand up in the air and began to talk as it came down to rest on Reijin's shoulder. "Oh god, man, you scared me. Dude, what is that thing?" he spoke quickly, trying to calm down his breath.
Reijin's brow rose as he glanced down at the arm before reaching up and brushing it to the side. "I don't think you are cut out for this," he rejected the man. Before the man could finish attempting to defend himself, he was found to be cut off once more. "Listen, you just don't have what it takes. You weigh... what... 115?" he asked, looking the man up and down. "I know you probably think you are the top of your karate class or whatever, but this is a place where you are going to find your best friend turning around and pulling one directly... through... your... Brain." he annunciated each word by tapping on the man's forehead with a gloved finger. Withdrawing his hand, he whiped the sweat off it before pushing the man aside. "Look kid, beat it. Save yourself the trauma of experiencing a death."
He reached down and grabbed the man's half filled signup sheet and crumpled it up, tossing it in the trashcan nearby. "Ok, where's that writing utensil. I'm on it this time. I have this covered. I can do this!" he laughed, having practiced his pensmanship a bit before he left for here. The lady glanced up at him a moment before smiling.
"Reijin. We recognize you from your remarkable performance during our last event. We even have a doll of you and the Grand Champion of Dante's Abyss, Raditzu. They are waiting for you in the other room." She immediately reached around him to take another fighter's application and didn't return a glance at him.
A drop of sweat ran down his cheek as he slammed his palm down. He completely ignored the jab regarding his loss at the top and cut to the chase. "You mean you aren't going to make me prove to you that I can write my name?"
Her eyes took a weirded out look as they gazed back at him. "Um... no? You are a capable fighter, and we already have the information in the computer from last year. Unless you've changed sexes since then, there's nothing we need to know."
The raven haired youth couldn't help but be exasperated. "But... but... I can write my own name! I CAN WRITE MY NAME WITH YOUR PRIMATIVE TOOLS!" he exclaimed proudly.
"That's... great. You are welcome to write your name in the other room on a sheet of paper about fifty times, but we already have that information. You are in."
Moments later, Reijin was walking towards the back room grumbling about how the workers here had no appreciation for hard work and preperation.
"They should really try a bit harder to ann-" he began to say to Saiba, who was still tucked into his bag. About that moment, a loudspeaker interrupted the Saiyan's thoughts and rattled his brain.
"THE TIME IS NOW! COME ONE, COME ALL, COME BIG, COME SMALL! FLIGHT IS DISABLED, ENERGY IS DAMPENED, THE CARNAGE IS INCREASED, AND THE BLOOD SHALL RUN RAMPANT!"
He heard a chuckling sound from his backside and he grunted. "Yeah, I get it. Let's go," he announced, leaping off the top of the building. His body hurtled down at the speed of a meteor, his eyes moving quickly as he picked out the various pedestrians, warming up his mind for the upcoming tournament by taking care to not crush anyone during his landing. Thrusting down a cushion of air using ki, he flipped in the air, his feet stopping suddenly on the concrete without creating a crater. He rose, fully adjusted himself, and walked into the building.
The rush of air from inside the doorways caught him a bit off guard as his body attempted to drastically adjust to the change in pressure. His eyes wandered throughout the busy room and he pushed through the crowd of walking corpses on his way to the signup desk. One of the hopefuls was standing at the front desk, nervously twiddling a pen within his fingers as he glanced around the room. Reijin chuckled. "Hey Saiba, check this out," he called to the pet. The creature climbed up onto his shoulder and looked in front of him as the man turned around at the noise, jumping in fright to see the creature so close.
His hand stopped spinning the pen as it came to rest over his chest, trying to calm himself. He held his hand up in the air and began to talk as it came down to rest on Reijin's shoulder. "Oh god, man, you scared me. Dude, what is that thing?" he spoke quickly, trying to calm down his breath.
Reijin's brow rose as he glanced down at the arm before reaching up and brushing it to the side. "I don't think you are cut out for this," he rejected the man. Before the man could finish attempting to defend himself, he was found to be cut off once more. "Listen, you just don't have what it takes. You weigh... what... 115?" he asked, looking the man up and down. "I know you probably think you are the top of your karate class or whatever, but this is a place where you are going to find your best friend turning around and pulling one directly... through... your... Brain." he annunciated each word by tapping on the man's forehead with a gloved finger. Withdrawing his hand, he whiped the sweat off it before pushing the man aside. "Look kid, beat it. Save yourself the trauma of experiencing a death."
He reached down and grabbed the man's half filled signup sheet and crumpled it up, tossing it in the trashcan nearby. "Ok, where's that writing utensil. I'm on it this time. I have this covered. I can do this!" he laughed, having practiced his pensmanship a bit before he left for here. The lady glanced up at him a moment before smiling.
"Reijin. We recognize you from your remarkable performance during our last event. We even have a doll of you and the Grand Champion of Dante's Abyss, Raditzu. They are waiting for you in the other room." She immediately reached around him to take another fighter's application and didn't return a glance at him.
A drop of sweat ran down his cheek as he slammed his palm down. He completely ignored the jab regarding his loss at the top and cut to the chase. "You mean you aren't going to make me prove to you that I can write my name?"
Her eyes took a weirded out look as they gazed back at him. "Um... no? You are a capable fighter, and we already have the information in the computer from last year. Unless you've changed sexes since then, there's nothing we need to know."
The raven haired youth couldn't help but be exasperated. "But... but... I can write my own name! I CAN WRITE MY NAME WITH YOUR PRIMATIVE TOOLS!" he exclaimed proudly.
"That's... great. You are welcome to write your name in the other room on a sheet of paper about fifty times, but we already have that information. You are in."
Moments later, Reijin was walking towards the back room grumbling about how the workers here had no appreciation for hard work and preperation.
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