05-22-2007, 06:09 PM
?This ? this isn?t what it looks like!?
The situation was precariously awkward ? much like the sentence which described it. In a dark London alley stood four or five teens dressed up in gothic attire, a large pink monster, and one very uncomfortable Dante?s Abyss attendant.
?I?ll come back later,? stuttered the man, backing away as fast as he could.
Buu glanced down with irritated pity at two of the youths, who were attempting to suck on his neck, before grabbing the shoulder of the DA officer. ?Okay trust me, I know this looks homoerotic, but I?m actually fighting vampires.?
The DA attendant glanced back. ?Really??
?Really.? Supes grabbed the closest vampire by the scruff of the neck and tossed them over a nearby wall. ?See??
The man considered for a second before shrugging ? it seemed normal enough that someone who?d come third in the last Dante?s Abyss would be spending their free time fighting. ?Well, these guys don?t look like they?re giving you much trouble. How?d you like to have a real challenge??
Without any warning the monster?s energy flared, throwing the remaining Goths away from him. His outline flickered, and a moment later he stood in front of the Dante officer. ?IS THAT A CHALLEEEEENNGEEEEEE!?? he screamed, the ground at his feet looking as though it would crumble beneath his might.
The officer took a step back. ?Not me,? he gushed, a tone of panic in his voice. He took a moment to recompose himself; trying not to think of the people this ?Super Buu? had blown holes through the chests of last year. ?I?m a representative from Syntex Corporation, the company that runs Dante?s Abyss. We were wondering if you were interested in participating again. You were very popular with the viewers last year, and there?s a lot of demand for you to make a return. We would be willing to offer a substantial--?
Buu cut in. ?Dante?s Abyss?!? A booming laugh escaped his inexplicably deep chest before he gave the attendant a patronising ruffle of the hair. ?Say no more! Just let me know when it starts.?
?Well, that?s the thing,? murmured the attendant, fidgeting his hands awkwardly. ?We had no idea where to find you, and it?s taken us weeks to track you down. You have about half an hour before signups close.?
The golem?s red pupils dilated. ?WHAAAT!?? He stamped his foot on the ground, fixing the Syntex representative in a stare. ?Where? Where?s the nearest signup station?!?
?The closest one? Eh ? New York, I believe.?
The ground really did crumble this time. A flash of pink light was momentarily visible on the horizon, and then the only trace of Super Buu having been there was a leaking sewer and a very ruffled-looking Syntex representative.
Buu paused to read the large sign hoisted above the signup station. ?It?s not about killing ? it?s about not dying.? He snorted. ?What kind of faggot motto is that??
He grinned before raising his palm up, focusing on the large metal letters. The words shifted, and a moment later the golem stood back to admire his handiwork.
?It?s about Buu killing ? it?s about you dying!? The golem chuckled at his handiwork and oh-so-subtle joke before rushing through the entrance doors.
The interior of the building was flashy and hi-tech; typical of Syntex. Monitors lined the walls, showing previews of the show and looking at the possible contestants. Buu wanted to wait, just in case somebody he knew came on, but time was ticking. Rushing over to the counter, he slapped his rubbery hands down on the desk. ?Hey hey. Signups are still open, right??
The receptionist glanced at the clock. ?For a few more minutes. Do you have a name??
?Super Majin Buu,? announced the golem, puffing his chest out. ?But you can call me Supes for short.?
?Right ?? the woman scribbled something down on a piece of paper. ?Can you give a demonstration of your abilities??
Buu smirked, crossing his arms. ?Look at the sign outside.?
The receptionist narrowed her eyes. ?Please, you have about thirty seconds until I close the booth.?
?Oh fine.? Supes flicked his headtail at the woman?s desk lamp, turning it into a box of cornflakes. ?Will that do??
The receptionist didn?t get the humour, but jotted something down regardless. ?If you?ve got any items, hand them to me and I?ll make sure they get boxed up.?
Buu took out a scouter, a few pieces of candy and a round, compass-like object before turning to the woman. ?Take good care of this.? Shoving his hand into his stomach, he grunted before pulling out a massive chunk of metal. It didn?t look special ? silver and gold were tangled together in an unceremonious lump ? but the monster handled it as though it were a family heirloom.
?I?ll make sure to do that,? stated the receptionist dryly, putting all the items in a box before indicating behind her. ?There?s a teletube waiting. Step in, and have fun.?
?Don?t worry,? grinned the monster. ?I will.?
The situation was precariously awkward ? much like the sentence which described it. In a dark London alley stood four or five teens dressed up in gothic attire, a large pink monster, and one very uncomfortable Dante?s Abyss attendant.
?I?ll come back later,? stuttered the man, backing away as fast as he could.
Buu glanced down with irritated pity at two of the youths, who were attempting to suck on his neck, before grabbing the shoulder of the DA officer. ?Okay trust me, I know this looks homoerotic, but I?m actually fighting vampires.?
The DA attendant glanced back. ?Really??
?Really.? Supes grabbed the closest vampire by the scruff of the neck and tossed them over a nearby wall. ?See??
The man considered for a second before shrugging ? it seemed normal enough that someone who?d come third in the last Dante?s Abyss would be spending their free time fighting. ?Well, these guys don?t look like they?re giving you much trouble. How?d you like to have a real challenge??
Without any warning the monster?s energy flared, throwing the remaining Goths away from him. His outline flickered, and a moment later he stood in front of the Dante officer. ?IS THAT A CHALLEEEEENNGEEEEEE!?? he screamed, the ground at his feet looking as though it would crumble beneath his might.
The officer took a step back. ?Not me,? he gushed, a tone of panic in his voice. He took a moment to recompose himself; trying not to think of the people this ?Super Buu? had blown holes through the chests of last year. ?I?m a representative from Syntex Corporation, the company that runs Dante?s Abyss. We were wondering if you were interested in participating again. You were very popular with the viewers last year, and there?s a lot of demand for you to make a return. We would be willing to offer a substantial--?
Buu cut in. ?Dante?s Abyss?!? A booming laugh escaped his inexplicably deep chest before he gave the attendant a patronising ruffle of the hair. ?Say no more! Just let me know when it starts.?
?Well, that?s the thing,? murmured the attendant, fidgeting his hands awkwardly. ?We had no idea where to find you, and it?s taken us weeks to track you down. You have about half an hour before signups close.?
The golem?s red pupils dilated. ?WHAAAT!?? He stamped his foot on the ground, fixing the Syntex representative in a stare. ?Where? Where?s the nearest signup station?!?
?The closest one? Eh ? New York, I believe.?
The ground really did crumble this time. A flash of pink light was momentarily visible on the horizon, and then the only trace of Super Buu having been there was a leaking sewer and a very ruffled-looking Syntex representative.
~*~*~*~
Buu paused to read the large sign hoisted above the signup station. ?It?s not about killing ? it?s about not dying.? He snorted. ?What kind of faggot motto is that??
He grinned before raising his palm up, focusing on the large metal letters. The words shifted, and a moment later the golem stood back to admire his handiwork.
?It?s about Buu killing ? it?s about you dying!? The golem chuckled at his handiwork and oh-so-subtle joke before rushing through the entrance doors.
The interior of the building was flashy and hi-tech; typical of Syntex. Monitors lined the walls, showing previews of the show and looking at the possible contestants. Buu wanted to wait, just in case somebody he knew came on, but time was ticking. Rushing over to the counter, he slapped his rubbery hands down on the desk. ?Hey hey. Signups are still open, right??
The receptionist glanced at the clock. ?For a few more minutes. Do you have a name??
?Super Majin Buu,? announced the golem, puffing his chest out. ?But you can call me Supes for short.?
?Right ?? the woman scribbled something down on a piece of paper. ?Can you give a demonstration of your abilities??
Buu smirked, crossing his arms. ?Look at the sign outside.?
The receptionist narrowed her eyes. ?Please, you have about thirty seconds until I close the booth.?
?Oh fine.? Supes flicked his headtail at the woman?s desk lamp, turning it into a box of cornflakes. ?Will that do??
The receptionist didn?t get the humour, but jotted something down regardless. ?If you?ve got any items, hand them to me and I?ll make sure they get boxed up.?
Buu took out a scouter, a few pieces of candy and a round, compass-like object before turning to the woman. ?Take good care of this.? Shoving his hand into his stomach, he grunted before pulling out a massive chunk of metal. It didn?t look special ? silver and gold were tangled together in an unceremonious lump ? but the monster handled it as though it were a family heirloom.
?I?ll make sure to do that,? stated the receptionist dryly, putting all the items in a box before indicating behind her. ?There?s a teletube waiting. Step in, and have fun.?
?Don?t worry,? grinned the monster. ?I will.?
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Bra Wrote:People are dumb, essentially.