Day One: Early Morning

[Reijin]

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"Don't follow me," Reijin warned. "Or I'll kill you."

The young Saiyan cradled his wounded arm into his chest as he stared down his adversary. He'd always thought highly of Bardock, and his Saiyan blood rushed from their encounter. Regardless of injury, Reijin relished the encounter for what it had been: A fantastic warmup against a very strong competitor. Until that bitch interrupted.

He had no ill will towards Violet, but he didn't completely have any favor to her either from her time in and leaving his Alliance. He turned and ran up the hill with the grace of a tiger, having already practiced the steps and footholds to find out the quickest placement of his feet to glide effortlessly up an otherwise impassable steep wall.

That was entertaining.

Reijin said nothing, not wishing to argue with her vocally while making his tactical retreat. It would have been stupid to yell out an alert for others to follow.

And yet I speak with you within your mind as you do to me. You are telepathic as well.

Reijin's thoughts paused themselves for a moment as he rounded a tree and threw his back to it, listening quietly to the sounds around him. Focus... Focus...

After a few seconds he relaxed, having heard no sounds of anything following him. He leaned carefully around his tree and allowed his eyes to adjust to the pathway behind him, but he could tell from the path that he'd taken that no one was attempting to find him.

He dropped down in a denser patch of trees and set his bag between his knees. He found that he'd been leaning on his pitchfork for support during the hike. If he'd had his pyrokinetic powers here he might have considered toying with making himself look as devilish as possible with it.

So why don't you have your fire here?

"Because that would make things too easy..." he spoke silently within his mind, vocalizing it only through thought. He looked around quietly and watched the area around him while toying with his thoughts. "I don't have my telekinesis either... So why am I talking to you without words?"

You mean your telepathy. You used your telekinesis earlier in the fight with the nail gun.

"Answer my damn question!" he raged internally, miffed that she was picking at his specific wordplay.

Alright. I do not know why you are talking to me without words. It is your choice, though I assume that it is due to a wish to not be found by others for speaking out loud.

He let out a small growl and ripped open his bag, producing a small bandage wrap from a pocket he knew well. Her insistance at playing with his words was beginning to get very old quite fast.

Heheh...

His eyes turned bloodshot for a moment as his mind raged once more. "Are you laughing at me???" he fumed mentally, trying to keep from making any outside noise.

Perhaps. I answered a question as well, so now you have no reason to be so angry.

"I would think I could have been infected with less annoying voices."

I would think you could have won Dante's Abyss by now.

That had done it. This woman within his mind had really figured out from the inside which buttons to press. And then she'd slammed her fist all onto it. He tried to shut his ears to the internal voice but it was nothing he could ignore. Angrily he jerked the bandage around his left arm, binding it closely to his chest before using his teeth to tear it loose and lock it into place. He glanced down at the discarded nails from the gun and seethed over the shredded tissue within his arm. If only they'd allowed him to use his healing power on this planet...

He used the pitchfork to help push himself back to his feet as he closed the bag telekinetically. He needed to move from here. Turning around his back, he found himself using the pitchfork to sweep behind him and cover his path with new leaves to hide his presence from anyone who came searching for footsteps. After a decent length of path, he looked up to the dark sky and ran into the dark night.