05-23-2007, 09:46 PM
Oomph!
Spice smacked against the surface like a sack of potatoes, followed by a small brown pack landing heavily upon his chest. The cyan warrior stood to his feet and released a sour grunt while wiping his garments free of loose soil. Snatching the weight-hardy bag from the ground, Spice untied the fastener and peeked inside. He cocked a brow before dumping the contents out over the ground, staring at the scattered items as if they were segments of a missile. It was like a Neanderthal discovering fire for the first time; he was rather reluctant to touch anything.
?Does this come with a manual?? the Makyo muttered to himself before picking up a small device; it appeared to be electronic and was coveted with a small emerald screen. Without much deliberation, he placed the item to the side of his head, considering the inner padding held the raw shape of an ear; except he put it on backwards. Fiddling around with it, Spice managed to place it appropriately, which disoriented his vision on the left eye. He wasn?t used to seeing everything in green from one eye, and normal from the other.
?Ah, water!? he exclaimed, twisting the cap off a cylindrical bottle and chugging away as two streams of clear liquid seeped out from his mouth and crawled to the base of his chin. Spice lowered the bottle and wiped his maw of the loose water, letting out a refreshing gasp of satisfaction. He then spotted a sealed pack of sliced bread which definitely looked tasty, but it was evident he would have to ration his supplies if he planned to survive this place, wherever it was.
?Ooh, food! I?m starving! Come on, just one bite, just ONE BITE!? Spice snarled as his tongue swung loose out from a drooling mouth. However, his tone was far different than before, it was almost as if the Makyo had been forced to hold himself back; an intrapersonal conflict if you will.
?No! We have to preserve what we have? the cyan warrior barked in response, his standard tone had returned. He then spotted another small device with a red button embedded into the center. Spice picked it up and analyzed it before curiously pressing the button. The brute was thrown off balance as the item expanded into a large vest within the blink of an eye. Instinctively, the Makyo fired a small blast of energy from his palm toward the strange artifact; and much to his surprise, the destructive Ki ball simply diminished into thin air.
The milky-haired soldier blinked a few times before poking the vest. Luckily, nothing happened; no self-destruct mechanism, no poison projectiles, just a simple vest. Seeing what it had done to his attack, Spice deemed it rather useful if it could sustain those same effects against future opponents. Suddenly the emerald screen placed securely over his face lit up with an arrow pointing north, followed by a series of random symbols that remained foreign to the cyan warrior for the time being.
?North it is then??
Spice smacked against the surface like a sack of potatoes, followed by a small brown pack landing heavily upon his chest. The cyan warrior stood to his feet and released a sour grunt while wiping his garments free of loose soil. Snatching the weight-hardy bag from the ground, Spice untied the fastener and peeked inside. He cocked a brow before dumping the contents out over the ground, staring at the scattered items as if they were segments of a missile. It was like a Neanderthal discovering fire for the first time; he was rather reluctant to touch anything.
?Does this come with a manual?? the Makyo muttered to himself before picking up a small device; it appeared to be electronic and was coveted with a small emerald screen. Without much deliberation, he placed the item to the side of his head, considering the inner padding held the raw shape of an ear; except he put it on backwards. Fiddling around with it, Spice managed to place it appropriately, which disoriented his vision on the left eye. He wasn?t used to seeing everything in green from one eye, and normal from the other.
?Ah, water!? he exclaimed, twisting the cap off a cylindrical bottle and chugging away as two streams of clear liquid seeped out from his mouth and crawled to the base of his chin. Spice lowered the bottle and wiped his maw of the loose water, letting out a refreshing gasp of satisfaction. He then spotted a sealed pack of sliced bread which definitely looked tasty, but it was evident he would have to ration his supplies if he planned to survive this place, wherever it was.
?Ooh, food! I?m starving! Come on, just one bite, just ONE BITE!? Spice snarled as his tongue swung loose out from a drooling mouth. However, his tone was far different than before, it was almost as if the Makyo had been forced to hold himself back; an intrapersonal conflict if you will.
?No! We have to preserve what we have? the cyan warrior barked in response, his standard tone had returned. He then spotted another small device with a red button embedded into the center. Spice picked it up and analyzed it before curiously pressing the button. The brute was thrown off balance as the item expanded into a large vest within the blink of an eye. Instinctively, the Makyo fired a small blast of energy from his palm toward the strange artifact; and much to his surprise, the destructive Ki ball simply diminished into thin air.
The milky-haired soldier blinked a few times before poking the vest. Luckily, nothing happened; no self-destruct mechanism, no poison projectiles, just a simple vest. Seeing what it had done to his attack, Spice deemed it rather useful if it could sustain those same effects against future opponents. Suddenly the emerald screen placed securely over his face lit up with an arrow pointing north, followed by a series of random symbols that remained foreign to the cyan warrior for the time being.
?North it is then??