05-26-2008, 08:52 PM
"...so, it's held on the planet Dante, and - "
Celipa scoffed. "Yeah, yeah, I know where it is," she stated. "Let's just take my picture, and such."
The woman raised an eyebrow at the saiyan across the desk from her. She was very hasty for someone signing up to participate in a blood fest. Then again, she was a saiyan. Could one expect anything different? She reached into the desk and pulled out a camera.
Cel stood up hastily. She adjusted the hat she had stolen from Jack Sparrow during last year's DA, and gave the camera a wide grin. The picture spewed quickly from a slot on the front of the camera, and the saiyaness caught a picture of herself, wearing a tattered hat and battered saiyan armor. A strange combination, by anyone's standards.
"Now, err, Miss Celipa, was it?"
"That's me."
"Can you show us some techniques?"
Cel's grin spread even further. The ground beneath her feet began to deteriorate, and a crimson aura began brewing around her heels. In quick succession: her hat was carried into the air, her hand shot up to catch it, and a beautifully red tint had covered the saiyan warrior's entire person. The woman behind the camera shot a number of pictures before she was satisfied.
"Alright, this is going to go into your file."
The woman pried open a folder on her desk, only to find that it was not empty. A number of pictures of a hat-less Celipa rested within the file, and a picture of her blasting a hole through a ceiling with a kamehameha. The confused registration assistant glanced from the folder, to Celipa, then back to the folder again, and sighed.
She took the pictures she had just taken and placed them in Celipa's already large Dante's Abyss record.
"Alright, please step into the -"
She glanced back to find her hasty registrant already standing in the teletube behind the desk. Eager to be rid of Celipa, she hit a button on her desk, and the saiyaness was whisked to the waiting grounds.
Celipa scoffed. "Yeah, yeah, I know where it is," she stated. "Let's just take my picture, and such."
The woman raised an eyebrow at the saiyan across the desk from her. She was very hasty for someone signing up to participate in a blood fest. Then again, she was a saiyan. Could one expect anything different? She reached into the desk and pulled out a camera.
Cel stood up hastily. She adjusted the hat she had stolen from Jack Sparrow during last year's DA, and gave the camera a wide grin. The picture spewed quickly from a slot on the front of the camera, and the saiyaness caught a picture of herself, wearing a tattered hat and battered saiyan armor. A strange combination, by anyone's standards.
"Now, err, Miss Celipa, was it?"
"That's me."
"Can you show us some techniques?"
Cel's grin spread even further. The ground beneath her feet began to deteriorate, and a crimson aura began brewing around her heels. In quick succession: her hat was carried into the air, her hand shot up to catch it, and a beautifully red tint had covered the saiyan warrior's entire person. The woman behind the camera shot a number of pictures before she was satisfied.
"Alright, this is going to go into your file."
The woman pried open a folder on her desk, only to find that it was not empty. A number of pictures of a hat-less Celipa rested within the file, and a picture of her blasting a hole through a ceiling with a kamehameha. The confused registration assistant glanced from the folder, to Celipa, then back to the folder again, and sighed.
She took the pictures she had just taken and placed them in Celipa's already large Dante's Abyss record.
"Alright, please step into the -"
She glanced back to find her hasty registrant already standing in the teletube behind the desk. Eager to be rid of Celipa, she hit a button on her desk, and the saiyaness was whisked to the waiting grounds.
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Standing on a hill in my mountain of dreams
Telling myself its not as hard, hard, hard as it seems