05-24-2007, 09:38 PM
Cold had his map out now, frustrated as to how he could lose track of his pace. The summit was too far out of his range for him to reach there within the peak of daylight, as he'd planned. The foundation he'd laid crumbled to waste within his grasp. There was shuffle to his side and he leapt, training the barrel on the spot and flicking the safety off. However all that remained was the crackling and unearthly hum of his gun and the downpour all about him. He stayed, trained to the spot listening intently, his heart beating triumphantly in his chest as all sorts of unaccounted emotions swam through his head. Mostly fear, but there was the underlying anxiety of finding and trying out the trigger on them. He wasn't exactly sure how the damn thing worked, or how much carnage it would cause (if any) when he beared down upon someone from the enveloping mist. All he cared was that it did its job. Its job was simple, so his ponderings didn't go far beyond squeezing the trigger and sapping life out of someone. He didn't really know who to expect so he imagined it was one of the rowdy saiyans he'd seen back in the barracks. Some woman.
"If I was a saiya-jin warrior, pit in a contest of survival in the wilderness among forty-four... where would I hide?" Cold was really bored by now, having failed at locating his son. Koola could've been dead now for all he knew; but that was just... not... well, Koola wasn't dead. Cold knew that. He was just saying.
The rain showed no sign of letting up and King Cold didn't feel like completely shattering the lines that separated roleplaying from godmodding, so he endured and hadn't begged for a change of scenery. It was something he took notice of a while back, though it was as instinctive as breathing filth and cutting off all oxygen to your body for a few days. Nothing of serious note.
"Lets keep it light." He mumbled, picking up the pace a bit. With a spring he raised from the earth and grabbed hold of a limb, easily swinging from one tree to the next. It was with relative ease, plus no one was looking so KC could honestly care less.
"If I was a saiya-jin warrior, pit in a contest of survival in the wilderness among forty-four... where would I hide?" Cold was really bored by now, having failed at locating his son. Koola could've been dead now for all he knew; but that was just... not... well, Koola wasn't dead. Cold knew that. He was just saying.
The rain showed no sign of letting up and King Cold didn't feel like completely shattering the lines that separated roleplaying from godmodding, so he endured and hadn't begged for a change of scenery. It was something he took notice of a while back, though it was as instinctive as breathing filth and cutting off all oxygen to your body for a few days. Nothing of serious note.
"Lets keep it light." He mumbled, picking up the pace a bit. With a spring he raised from the earth and grabbed hold of a limb, easily swinging from one tree to the next. It was with relative ease, plus no one was looking so KC could honestly care less.