06-07-2007, 09:28 AM
?You know what?s funny, Paige?? Seventeen quipped as the duo looked over the carnage of the last two battles. With a groan, the machine-hybrid?s soul mate came to a pause and stomped on the ground with one of her stiletto heels. The action caused the android to pivot around and tilt his head sideways?like an intrigued feline. ?What?s the matter, honey? We just killed two competitors in the span of a few minutes, so why are you all grumpy?? The cyborg cooed, taking the woman?s slender chin into his palm and gently rubbing his index finger along her bottom lip.
?Listen,? the former whitelighter barked, wrenching away from the compassionate touch of her boyfriend. ?My name is not Paige! It?s Carg??
?It?s all right, sweetie,? the cyborg interrupted as a faint frown spread across his pale visage. ?I understand that sometimes women can still be all moody after they?ve given birth. Oh?oh! Shit!? Seventeen decreed, placing his hands on both of his cheeks as a dreadful thought coursed its way through his mind. ?Did I miss the birth?!? The android remarked?triggering the woman to let out an annoyed sigh.
?Did you hit your head?? Paige inquired as she crouched down and collected a cardboard box from the ground. ?This stupid thing has a hole in it,? she remarked before discarding the piece of junk. A few feet away, Seventeen collected a pistol from the ground and began to twirl it around in his hands. ?Are you sure you should be playing with that?? Paige asked, arching an eyebrow at the android?s shenanigans.
?Why not?? The android boomed with an added dose of machismo. ?I?m pretty damn good at this kind of stuff,? the machine-hybrid had just managed to finish the sentence when the gun slipped from his grip and discharged into the night sky. With a nervous gulp, Seventeen glanced in both direction and began to whistle awkwardly as he waltzed over to collect the gun.
?Want to tell me again how you managed to kill Vegeta?? Paige asked sardonically?shaking her head in disbelief as she examined the lifeless corpse of the couple?s second victim.
?I cut him in half?? Seventeen asked, completely oblivious to the woman?s underlying sarcasm.
?Idiot?? Paige remarked, picking up a spherical object from the ground adjacent to the small saiya-jin?s fallen form. As the former whitelighter dribbled the dark orange ball, the android walked over to the other body and tilted his head as his internal processor fought to deduce the identity of the deceased warrior?
?You said this was Vegeta?? Seventeen asked, glancing over his shoulder as Paige liberated her flail from the smaller body with one brutal tug. As the spiked ball tore its way back out through the lad?s cranium, blood and brain matter was strewn in all directions as a fine mist.
?Did I stutter?? Paige sighed, twirling her weapon around a few times in an effort to remove some of the larger chunks of bone and flesh from the flail?s barbs.
?I think that I met this guy a few times before,? the android replied, nervously poking at the bisected corpse as he fought to recall some sort of instance. After failing to deduce any exact circumstances a few moments of contemplation, Seventeen merely shrugged his shoulders and joined his girlfriend over by the other body. ?No way anyone?s going to identify that corpse,? the raven-haired warrior giggled childishly.
?How old are you?? Paige sighed?obviously confused and annoyed all at the same time by the ridiculous behavior of her partner.
?Twenty?? Seventeen responded, pursing out his bottom lip and humming softly as he tried to figure out the rest of his thought. ?Something?? With yet another irritated moan, the red-haired woman began to rummage through the survival bags of the two victims.
?You always act this way?? The former whitelighter asked, peaking over her shoulder at the motionless machine-hybrid.
?Well,? the android started, plopping down onto his derriere as he mulled over the statement. ?Up until a few hours ago, everything was just fine, but now things are different. In fact?I am different.?
?How so?? Paige asked?her tone of voice a clear indication that she was interested in what the android had to say.
?Do you really want to know?? Seventeen asked, arching an eyebrow as he tried to act as serious as he could given the circumstances behind his mindset.
?Yes,? the woman shot back.
?Really?really want to know?? The android goaded; his expression still stoic and unwavering despite the childish nature of the retort.
?Tell me,? Paige demanded?her pupils dilating as it became increasingly obvious that she wanted to know why the bizarre cyborg had suddenly turned so grave.
??I see dead people.?
?I hate you.?
?Listen,? the former whitelighter barked, wrenching away from the compassionate touch of her boyfriend. ?My name is not Paige! It?s Carg??
?It?s all right, sweetie,? the cyborg interrupted as a faint frown spread across his pale visage. ?I understand that sometimes women can still be all moody after they?ve given birth. Oh?oh! Shit!? Seventeen decreed, placing his hands on both of his cheeks as a dreadful thought coursed its way through his mind. ?Did I miss the birth?!? The android remarked?triggering the woman to let out an annoyed sigh.
?Did you hit your head?? Paige inquired as she crouched down and collected a cardboard box from the ground. ?This stupid thing has a hole in it,? she remarked before discarding the piece of junk. A few feet away, Seventeen collected a pistol from the ground and began to twirl it around in his hands. ?Are you sure you should be playing with that?? Paige asked, arching an eyebrow at the android?s shenanigans.
?Why not?? The android boomed with an added dose of machismo. ?I?m pretty damn good at this kind of stuff,? the machine-hybrid had just managed to finish the sentence when the gun slipped from his grip and discharged into the night sky. With a nervous gulp, Seventeen glanced in both direction and began to whistle awkwardly as he waltzed over to collect the gun.
?Want to tell me again how you managed to kill Vegeta?? Paige asked sardonically?shaking her head in disbelief as she examined the lifeless corpse of the couple?s second victim.
?I cut him in half?? Seventeen asked, completely oblivious to the woman?s underlying sarcasm.
?Idiot?? Paige remarked, picking up a spherical object from the ground adjacent to the small saiya-jin?s fallen form. As the former whitelighter dribbled the dark orange ball, the android walked over to the other body and tilted his head as his internal processor fought to deduce the identity of the deceased warrior?
?You said this was Vegeta?? Seventeen asked, glancing over his shoulder as Paige liberated her flail from the smaller body with one brutal tug. As the spiked ball tore its way back out through the lad?s cranium, blood and brain matter was strewn in all directions as a fine mist.
?Did I stutter?? Paige sighed, twirling her weapon around a few times in an effort to remove some of the larger chunks of bone and flesh from the flail?s barbs.
?I think that I met this guy a few times before,? the android replied, nervously poking at the bisected corpse as he fought to recall some sort of instance. After failing to deduce any exact circumstances a few moments of contemplation, Seventeen merely shrugged his shoulders and joined his girlfriend over by the other body. ?No way anyone?s going to identify that corpse,? the raven-haired warrior giggled childishly.
?How old are you?? Paige sighed?obviously confused and annoyed all at the same time by the ridiculous behavior of her partner.
?Twenty?? Seventeen responded, pursing out his bottom lip and humming softly as he tried to figure out the rest of his thought. ?Something?? With yet another irritated moan, the red-haired woman began to rummage through the survival bags of the two victims.
?You always act this way?? The former whitelighter asked, peaking over her shoulder at the motionless machine-hybrid.
?Well,? the android started, plopping down onto his derriere as he mulled over the statement. ?Up until a few hours ago, everything was just fine, but now things are different. In fact?I am different.?
?How so?? Paige asked?her tone of voice a clear indication that she was interested in what the android had to say.
?Do you really want to know?? Seventeen asked, arching an eyebrow as he tried to act as serious as he could given the circumstances behind his mindset.
?Yes,? the woman shot back.
?Really?really want to know?? The android goaded; his expression still stoic and unwavering despite the childish nature of the retort.
?Tell me,? Paige demanded?her pupils dilating as it became increasingly obvious that she wanted to know why the bizarre cyborg had suddenly turned so grave.
??I see dead people.?
?I hate you.?
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