05-30-2007, 04:00 PM
Buu snickered as he dragged himself along the floor. Not even the excruciating pain in his thigh could take away the euphoria of having attained another kill. Had the cameras got that shot where he was shooting lightning from his fingertips?! He?d fried that motherfucker good!
Another stabbing pain forced Buu to look down at his wound. Immediately his expression of nonchalance was replaced by wide-eyed shock. Okay, so he hadn?t expected it to be that bad.
Purple blood was oozing from the broken remains of his thigh. In this competition, his body was much more fragile, more intimately connected with his inner organs. The slightest damage to his outer body and he bled, much like a mortal race would. Any other time, it would take a lot more to hurt him so badly his internal workings leaked out of their own dimension.
Rolling over and letting his bag slide off his back, Buu snatched at the medikit, dragging it out into plain view. He had no knowledge of first aid; why would he when he could regenerate? So he reached for the manual, grimacing all the while. ?Suturing 101 ??? The warrior sighed.
Bandaging up the hole as best he could, Buu got to his feet wobbily. ?Good as--OUCH!? He winced and adjusted the weight back onto his intact leg.
One thing he could repair was that bicycle. The golem smirked, raising his palm out to the broken remains before realising ? he couldn?t ride the thing in his current state. He growled, and then an idea hit him. The metal began to melt away from the bicycle?s frame, twining up into the form of a crutch before hovering under Buu?s arm.
Supes snorted. If he could have seen himself doing this before the competition, he would have laughed. But then again, recreating the left half of his body using metal was sort of like a crutch too. Sort of, but not the kind of thing you?d see an aged mortal relying on. Oh well ? it wasn?t like anyone was gonna see him and live to tell the tale.
It was then that the flash of a camera lens caught the construct?s eye. ?Son of a bitch,? growled Buu, picking up the shotgun and cocking it. With a loud boom, the nosy device went up in smoke. Supes cackled, patting his new weapon with glee.
?I think we?re going to get along very well.?
OOC: Would have done a longer one, but I've got to get working on this project. I think my posts are getting too short.
Another stabbing pain forced Buu to look down at his wound. Immediately his expression of nonchalance was replaced by wide-eyed shock. Okay, so he hadn?t expected it to be that bad.
Purple blood was oozing from the broken remains of his thigh. In this competition, his body was much more fragile, more intimately connected with his inner organs. The slightest damage to his outer body and he bled, much like a mortal race would. Any other time, it would take a lot more to hurt him so badly his internal workings leaked out of their own dimension.
Rolling over and letting his bag slide off his back, Buu snatched at the medikit, dragging it out into plain view. He had no knowledge of first aid; why would he when he could regenerate? So he reached for the manual, grimacing all the while. ?Suturing 101 ??? The warrior sighed.
Bandaging up the hole as best he could, Buu got to his feet wobbily. ?Good as--OUCH!? He winced and adjusted the weight back onto his intact leg.
One thing he could repair was that bicycle. The golem smirked, raising his palm out to the broken remains before realising ? he couldn?t ride the thing in his current state. He growled, and then an idea hit him. The metal began to melt away from the bicycle?s frame, twining up into the form of a crutch before hovering under Buu?s arm.
Supes snorted. If he could have seen himself doing this before the competition, he would have laughed. But then again, recreating the left half of his body using metal was sort of like a crutch too. Sort of, but not the kind of thing you?d see an aged mortal relying on. Oh well ? it wasn?t like anyone was gonna see him and live to tell the tale.
It was then that the flash of a camera lens caught the construct?s eye. ?Son of a bitch,? growled Buu, picking up the shotgun and cocking it. With a loud boom, the nosy device went up in smoke. Supes cackled, patting his new weapon with glee.
?I think we?re going to get along very well.?
OOC: Would have done a longer one, but I've got to get working on this project. I think my posts are getting too short.
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