05-27-2008, 02:32 AM
A bored librarian stood behind her reception desk, her expression plastered with annoyance. Celipa had been talking her ear off for upwards on a half an hour, and was showing no signs of relent.
"...and so I fell right off the cliff, blindfold on and everything," Cel babbled on. "And that's how I was taken out of Dante's Abyss: Conquest. I suspect I'll do a bit better in this year's Dante's Abyss, though. I was in last year's Dante's - "
The librarian cut her off sharply. "Yes, I'm aware, you've just been rambling about it for the better part of an hour. Now, if you'll excuse me..." she strode away from the desk, and vanished behind a tall bookshelf.
A moment later, Celipa was scanning the library for a new victim. She saw none, and sighed. The library was devoid of anyone interesting looking. In fact, the library was devoid of anything interesting period. Books bored the saiyaness, and it had probably been well over a year since she had actually read a book cover to cover. Text disinterested her.
There was an empty corner of the library in the back, and Celipa crawled underneath a table set for library goers to read upon. The femme fatale curled up into a comfortable ball on the floor, and yawned widely. She enjoyed sleeping in obscure places. One never knew what sort of excitement they could awaken to when they slept in a public place. Her eyes scanned the room, and no one had noticed her preparing for a catnap beneath the table.
Excellent.
She tilted her hat down over her eyes, and slumber embraced the saiyaness quickly and gently. She was snoozing quietly beneath the table in less than a minute.
---
In her dreams, Celipa was standing before a team of well-trained sculptors. One of them held a detailed drawing of Cel, and was evaluating it whilst he lifted it aloft. The others crowded around a hunk of gold, chisels and hammers in hand.
"You're beautiful in this light, Miss Celipa," one of them stated. "I sure hope I can capture that beauty in the sculpture."
"Tell us again about how you defeated all of those competitors in Dante's Abyss!" one shouted out.
---
In the physical world, Celipa smiled contentedly in her sleep.
"...and so I fell right off the cliff, blindfold on and everything," Cel babbled on. "And that's how I was taken out of Dante's Abyss: Conquest. I suspect I'll do a bit better in this year's Dante's Abyss, though. I was in last year's Dante's - "
The librarian cut her off sharply. "Yes, I'm aware, you've just been rambling about it for the better part of an hour. Now, if you'll excuse me..." she strode away from the desk, and vanished behind a tall bookshelf.
A moment later, Celipa was scanning the library for a new victim. She saw none, and sighed. The library was devoid of anyone interesting looking. In fact, the library was devoid of anything interesting period. Books bored the saiyaness, and it had probably been well over a year since she had actually read a book cover to cover. Text disinterested her.
There was an empty corner of the library in the back, and Celipa crawled underneath a table set for library goers to read upon. The femme fatale curled up into a comfortable ball on the floor, and yawned widely. She enjoyed sleeping in obscure places. One never knew what sort of excitement they could awaken to when they slept in a public place. Her eyes scanned the room, and no one had noticed her preparing for a catnap beneath the table.
Excellent.
She tilted her hat down over her eyes, and slumber embraced the saiyaness quickly and gently. She was snoozing quietly beneath the table in less than a minute.
---
In her dreams, Celipa was standing before a team of well-trained sculptors. One of them held a detailed drawing of Cel, and was evaluating it whilst he lifted it aloft. The others crowded around a hunk of gold, chisels and hammers in hand.
"You're beautiful in this light, Miss Celipa," one of them stated. "I sure hope I can capture that beauty in the sculpture."
"Tell us again about how you defeated all of those competitors in Dante's Abyss!" one shouted out.
---
In the physical world, Celipa smiled contentedly in her sleep.
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Standing on a hill in my mountain of dreams
Telling myself its not as hard, hard, hard as it seems