05-19-2008, 01:12 AM
With the arlian incident behind him, the android felt it was time to take some time off from all the carnage and bloodshed. After all, it had been a few good couple of months since he’d be able to just sit down and relax with Paige. Even before the tournament and the ensuing fight, their nights had been spent tending to crying infants. Now the twins were well old enough that they no longer woke up at all the hours of the night.
Unfortunately for Seventeen, the fates weren’t satisfied enough with his recent battles to allow him a reprieve from the bloodshed. Only a few weeks after returning home from Arlia, the machine-hybrid found the serenity of his home life torn asunder as he was channel surfing. Reruns of his old sitcoms had ended for the day, and he had just been casually perusing the channels to see if anything was worthwhile. When he got to Channel 2—the public access network—he heard a familiar lisp performing a voice over for a montage of clips.
“So make sure you stop at the nearest registration booth!” Karl shouted, his effeminate voice filled to the brim with excitement as an image of the saiya-jin Bardock standing proudly amongst the slain bodies of the runner-ups flashed onto the screen. “Dante’s Abyss is only once a year, so where will you be?” With that, the commercial came to an end, a list of warnings pertaining to the games hazards popped up in very small print for a brief moment before the next advertisement began.
“Paige!” Seventeen shouted, sliding out of his chair as a childish fervor began to course through his veins—the warrior was awake once more. A few heartbeats later, the woman blinked into the room, her eyes wide with shock as she tensely scanned the room.
“What is it, babe?” She asked, looking around frantically as if for some sign of disarray. “Did one of the twins stumble across the lift again?”
“No…not at all,” the android said, reaching behind his row of shirts to collect his armor which hung secretly in the back of the closet. “Just wanted to tell you I’ll be gone for the next week?” The remark caused the woman to lift one of her trimmed eyebrows. A few seconds later, the reasoning came to her—siphoned subconsciously from the android’s mind into her own.
“Don’t you remember the last one of those?” Paige sighed, crossing her slender arms over her blouse. “Y’know…where your best friend killed me and you went overwhelmingly insane and ended up hugging an active bomb?”
“Well,” Seventeen mumbled, sliding the saiya-jin armor over his chest. He began to shimmy around as make the tight-fitting breastplate sit more comfortable over his torso. Once he was content, undid his satchel and tossed it back into his hidden storage behind his massive clothes rack. There was no need for candy and machinery, as they were outlawed in the competition anyway. “I remember most of that…ere, well, bye!” With that, the android kissed his girlfriend on the cheek and dematerialized.
“Mother fucker,” Paige grumbled, a smile on her face as she shook her head in disbelief. Several miles away, Seventeen rematerialized in front of one of the numerous sign up booths. Once he was there, he strolled up the woman and began to rapidly alter his appearance—his body shifting quickly from his own to that of whatever crept into his mind.
“Sign me up,” he roared playfully, his appearance that of the ogre Gargantum from the Conquest spin-off. “My information should be on file…I’m Seventeen,” the woman at the booth simply bit her lower lip and nodded her head as she scribbled on some papers.
“I still need something for the folks at home,” she said, pointing to a nearby camera with her fountain pen.
“Okay,” Seventeen snickered, cracking his fingers and turning toward the camera as his synthetic, monstrous features melted away to reveal his actual phenotype. “You know his is the fourth time I’ve had to do this?” He muttered as a nearby I-beam began to buckle and melt apart from his whim.
“I’m sorry to hear that,” the woman sighed, looking at a computer file for the android and writing down all his vitals. When she glanced over from the screen, her eyes widened at what she saw. Seventeen was floating a few feet off the ground, his legs a giant fish tail as he juggled a dozen tiny balls of metal.
“Weee!” He shouted, clenching his fists and causing half the balls to explode. As the others fell toward the ground, he batted them through the nearby windows with his scaly tail. Once he was done, he floated back down to the ground—his legs phasing back to normal as he crossed his skinny arms over his chest.
“Feel here to get into the tube,” the woman sighed.
“Thank you!” Seventeen shouted, smiling widely as he boarded the teletube and closed his eyes.
Here it goes again…
OOC: 'bout the same size as all my other sign-ups
Unfortunately for Seventeen, the fates weren’t satisfied enough with his recent battles to allow him a reprieve from the bloodshed. Only a few weeks after returning home from Arlia, the machine-hybrid found the serenity of his home life torn asunder as he was channel surfing. Reruns of his old sitcoms had ended for the day, and he had just been casually perusing the channels to see if anything was worthwhile. When he got to Channel 2—the public access network—he heard a familiar lisp performing a voice over for a montage of clips.
“So make sure you stop at the nearest registration booth!” Karl shouted, his effeminate voice filled to the brim with excitement as an image of the saiya-jin Bardock standing proudly amongst the slain bodies of the runner-ups flashed onto the screen. “Dante’s Abyss is only once a year, so where will you be?” With that, the commercial came to an end, a list of warnings pertaining to the games hazards popped up in very small print for a brief moment before the next advertisement began.
“Paige!” Seventeen shouted, sliding out of his chair as a childish fervor began to course through his veins—the warrior was awake once more. A few heartbeats later, the woman blinked into the room, her eyes wide with shock as she tensely scanned the room.
“What is it, babe?” She asked, looking around frantically as if for some sign of disarray. “Did one of the twins stumble across the lift again?”
“No…not at all,” the android said, reaching behind his row of shirts to collect his armor which hung secretly in the back of the closet. “Just wanted to tell you I’ll be gone for the next week?” The remark caused the woman to lift one of her trimmed eyebrows. A few seconds later, the reasoning came to her—siphoned subconsciously from the android’s mind into her own.
“Don’t you remember the last one of those?” Paige sighed, crossing her slender arms over her blouse. “Y’know…where your best friend killed me and you went overwhelmingly insane and ended up hugging an active bomb?”
“Well,” Seventeen mumbled, sliding the saiya-jin armor over his chest. He began to shimmy around as make the tight-fitting breastplate sit more comfortable over his torso. Once he was content, undid his satchel and tossed it back into his hidden storage behind his massive clothes rack. There was no need for candy and machinery, as they were outlawed in the competition anyway. “I remember most of that…ere, well, bye!” With that, the android kissed his girlfriend on the cheek and dematerialized.
“Mother fucker,” Paige grumbled, a smile on her face as she shook her head in disbelief. Several miles away, Seventeen rematerialized in front of one of the numerous sign up booths. Once he was there, he strolled up the woman and began to rapidly alter his appearance—his body shifting quickly from his own to that of whatever crept into his mind.
“Sign me up,” he roared playfully, his appearance that of the ogre Gargantum from the Conquest spin-off. “My information should be on file…I’m Seventeen,” the woman at the booth simply bit her lower lip and nodded her head as she scribbled on some papers.
“I still need something for the folks at home,” she said, pointing to a nearby camera with her fountain pen.
“Okay,” Seventeen snickered, cracking his fingers and turning toward the camera as his synthetic, monstrous features melted away to reveal his actual phenotype. “You know his is the fourth time I’ve had to do this?” He muttered as a nearby I-beam began to buckle and melt apart from his whim.
“I’m sorry to hear that,” the woman sighed, looking at a computer file for the android and writing down all his vitals. When she glanced over from the screen, her eyes widened at what she saw. Seventeen was floating a few feet off the ground, his legs a giant fish tail as he juggled a dozen tiny balls of metal.
“Weee!” He shouted, clenching his fists and causing half the balls to explode. As the others fell toward the ground, he batted them through the nearby windows with his scaly tail. Once he was done, he floated back down to the ground—his legs phasing back to normal as he crossed his skinny arms over his chest.
“Feel here to get into the tube,” the woman sighed.
“Thank you!” Seventeen shouted, smiling widely as he boarded the teletube and closed his eyes.
Here it goes again…
OOC: 'bout the same size as all my other sign-ups
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