06-09-2007, 07:24 AM
OOC: I'm taking the flamethrower.
IC:
Bardock fiddled with the flamethrower for a moment or two, making sure that he knew exactly how it worked. This was by far better than a ki pistol, and much more fun to fire. He shouldered the weapon and tested how quickly he could ready it for aim. When he was satisfied that he could be blowtorch-ready in an instant, he checked his other armaments. He?d taken up quite a collection.
His pistol was at a dissatisfying low, and he hadn?t bothered to check for extra energy clips from Zangya. The fighter changed the settings and ejected the ki capsule and lightly unscrewed the tip, just enough so that he could accomplish what he needed. He placed three fingers around the loosened joint, and focused his own energy into the very ends of his digits. It was an old army trick, and although it wasn?t as effective as the super concentrated ki bullets, there was enough left of the original charge to make it stronger than Bardock?s regular attacks. Enough to pierce flesh. When the clip was pumped to full capacity, he fixed the joint and popped it back into the pistol, switching from ?stun? back to ?kill.? The gun was holstered and at the ready.
Bar checked his GPS. Still functioning. Eleven blips left. One more besides his own kill had gone off the radar. The finale was close at hand. The saiyan shivered, almost feeling the heat of the battle already. Rummaging through his bag, he grabbed a can of booze, popped the top, and began drinking. He noticed his original weapon, which fortunately there?d been no use for yet. He was thankful he?d managed to save it, because very soon there would possibly be a dire need. It was his ace in the hole should everything go to shit.
With everything all checked and ready to go, he glanced around. Kakarot?s torched body was still there. Bardock had almost forgotten about him. He cocked a brow and made a face.
Nothing personal, kid, he thought, taking a gulp of his drink and then pouring some out on the ground by his son?s corpse. He had been pretty fucked up as it were.
GrrrRRRRrrOOOOooooooooWWWWWRRRRRrrrrr.
Oh yeah, he was still hungry, too.
Kak?s bag wasn?t too far away.
?Bread?? Bardock grimaced. Well, beggars and whatnot. He scarfed what remained of the food supply.
Now there was nothing to do but move on. The one-eyed wanderer slugged down the rest of his booze and tossed the can. His thoughts were consumed by the idea that the finale was coming up. It was an opportunity that he?d missed last year, but not again. He was as excited as a kid and Christmas, and was almost on the verge of peeing himself. The weaklings had been weeded out, and the strongest would all be going head-to-head.
But he was still hungry. Playing with his flamethrower as if it were a new toy, he slowly navigated his way onward. What to eat?
Hmm. He kind of felt like squirrel.
IC:
Bardock fiddled with the flamethrower for a moment or two, making sure that he knew exactly how it worked. This was by far better than a ki pistol, and much more fun to fire. He shouldered the weapon and tested how quickly he could ready it for aim. When he was satisfied that he could be blowtorch-ready in an instant, he checked his other armaments. He?d taken up quite a collection.
His pistol was at a dissatisfying low, and he hadn?t bothered to check for extra energy clips from Zangya. The fighter changed the settings and ejected the ki capsule and lightly unscrewed the tip, just enough so that he could accomplish what he needed. He placed three fingers around the loosened joint, and focused his own energy into the very ends of his digits. It was an old army trick, and although it wasn?t as effective as the super concentrated ki bullets, there was enough left of the original charge to make it stronger than Bardock?s regular attacks. Enough to pierce flesh. When the clip was pumped to full capacity, he fixed the joint and popped it back into the pistol, switching from ?stun? back to ?kill.? The gun was holstered and at the ready.
Bar checked his GPS. Still functioning. Eleven blips left. One more besides his own kill had gone off the radar. The finale was close at hand. The saiyan shivered, almost feeling the heat of the battle already. Rummaging through his bag, he grabbed a can of booze, popped the top, and began drinking. He noticed his original weapon, which fortunately there?d been no use for yet. He was thankful he?d managed to save it, because very soon there would possibly be a dire need. It was his ace in the hole should everything go to shit.
With everything all checked and ready to go, he glanced around. Kakarot?s torched body was still there. Bardock had almost forgotten about him. He cocked a brow and made a face.
Nothing personal, kid, he thought, taking a gulp of his drink and then pouring some out on the ground by his son?s corpse. He had been pretty fucked up as it were.
GrrrRRRRrrOOOOooooooooWWWWWRRRRRrrrrr.
Oh yeah, he was still hungry, too.
Kak?s bag wasn?t too far away.
?Bread?? Bardock grimaced. Well, beggars and whatnot. He scarfed what remained of the food supply.
Now there was nothing to do but move on. The one-eyed wanderer slugged down the rest of his booze and tossed the can. His thoughts were consumed by the idea that the finale was coming up. It was an opportunity that he?d missed last year, but not again. He was as excited as a kid and Christmas, and was almost on the verge of peeing himself. The weaklings had been weeded out, and the strongest would all be going head-to-head.
But he was still hungry. Playing with his flamethrower as if it were a new toy, he slowly navigated his way onward. What to eat?
Hmm. He kind of felt like squirrel.
[SIGPIC][/SIGPIC]
_=Pass you by, it's all in this life you have
Pass you by, good-bye to you=_
Pass you by, good-bye to you=_