06-12-2008, 04:19 PM
Their eyes followed the struggling form of the Saiyan boy as he stumbled from the bushes, using his three-pronged pitchfork as a crutch. His breathing was labored as he hobbled into the camp, soon stopping to catch his balance. They were careful to keep their distance, because this was, afterall, Dante’s Abyss, and everybody was a threat, no matter how injured. She’d learned the hard way years ago not to trust even the most seemingly harmless beings that prowled across its scarred lands.
Nailgun and axe trained on the boy, the pair eyed the interloper as he moved into their camp. He didn’t say a word as he sat beside the fire, laying his weapon nearby, and reaching for the leftovers of their dinner. He ate ravenously, downing massive quantities of fish and what remained of their water supply. Well, at least there was more nearby, so she didn’t sweat it that much. What bothered her was his utter rudeness as he quickly laid waste to what was supposed to be a private meal without even asking.
Her arm cramped from holding the nailgun in the same position for too long, so she lowered her arm, allowing the lactic acid to do its miraculous work in easing the dull ache. As the Saiyan finished his share, she edged over and kicked his weapon away, then lept back to her place beside Bardock. “Finished?” she asked, once more raising her weapon to his head.
Nodding tersely, the manboy she’d come to learn as Reijin laid back against the remnants of a tree, picking bits of fish from his teeth. If he was bothered by the weapon, he didn’t show it. “I swear, they never put enough rations into the bag. It just gets smaller and smaller every year.”
Shooting a confused look towards the boxer-clad Bardock, she shrugged. ”What do we do? she ‘pathed. Although he couldn’t respond in the same manner, he did open his mind enough for her to hear his response through his thoughts.
”He’s wounded. There isn’t much he can do on that leg of his.” he made his thoughts as clear as possible, and one glance towards Violet confirmed she’d heard, loud and clear. Her slanted eyes lowered to the injured appendage, noting how terribly swollen and nasty looking it appeared to be. Definitely infected, and if they weren’t going to just pop back to life good as new after the game, she knew that it would have had to be amputated. Her skills were limited, and she didn’t want to risk killing the kid off if she could help it.
”If I am able to bandage it up, perhaps he could be some use to us.” Damn it, she needed to prod him into studying under Akira when they arrived on Kajin Rala again. It was mentally exhausting to try to extract someone else’s thoughts, and even now, she was only catching bits and pieces. His mind was far stronger than hers, albeit for different reasons.
He seemed to consider the possibility of bringing their duo into a trio. It didn’t please him that she thought that they couldn’t handle their own, and the risks multiplied when someone else, who previously had no qualms about killing them, was brought into their midst. It was risky, but with six others out there, perhaps far more dangerous ones, would it be such a bad idea?
Clearing his throat, Bardock approached the younger Saiyan. He knew of Reijin from previous encounters beyond the Abyss, and his unpredictability didn’t help assuage the nervous tendril of energy that crept up his back. “Where’d you come from?”
Rei lifted his head from the rock, a satisfied smile on his face. He’d gotten a halfway decent supper for the first time in days, and his stomach was doing somersaults in glee as the fish made its way through his belly. “Did you miss the part where I came out of the bushes?”
“Smart ass.”
Reijin quirked a cynical smile as he reached for his weapon. Violet was there, her nailgun pointed directly at his skull. “If you so much as wink at that damned thing, I’ll do far worse than cripple your arm, Monkey Boy.” The threat sparked flames of anticipation deep within her body; for the first time since their arrival, a guaranteed kill had practically landed in their lap. However, she had other uses for the crippled boy than a simple notch to add to Bardock’s axe.
Reijin retracted his arm, remembering the damage the same weapon had done to him in their first encounter. He was lucky to have escaped with what he did, and he sure as hell didn’t want to risk it again. With the ever-looming threat of her weapon, he resumed his position on the other side of the fire.
“Good choice.” Bardock chuckled, watching the apprehension dance across the other’s features. In a game of death, you couldn’t trust just anybody, and this intruder was definitely someone who would be difficult to trust. The question that laid between them was, was it worth the threat to let him into their small group, or just kill him now and be rid of another formidable opponent?
Nailgun and axe trained on the boy, the pair eyed the interloper as he moved into their camp. He didn’t say a word as he sat beside the fire, laying his weapon nearby, and reaching for the leftovers of their dinner. He ate ravenously, downing massive quantities of fish and what remained of their water supply. Well, at least there was more nearby, so she didn’t sweat it that much. What bothered her was his utter rudeness as he quickly laid waste to what was supposed to be a private meal without even asking.
Her arm cramped from holding the nailgun in the same position for too long, so she lowered her arm, allowing the lactic acid to do its miraculous work in easing the dull ache. As the Saiyan finished his share, she edged over and kicked his weapon away, then lept back to her place beside Bardock. “Finished?” she asked, once more raising her weapon to his head.
Nodding tersely, the manboy she’d come to learn as Reijin laid back against the remnants of a tree, picking bits of fish from his teeth. If he was bothered by the weapon, he didn’t show it. “I swear, they never put enough rations into the bag. It just gets smaller and smaller every year.”
Shooting a confused look towards the boxer-clad Bardock, she shrugged. ”What do we do? she ‘pathed. Although he couldn’t respond in the same manner, he did open his mind enough for her to hear his response through his thoughts.
”He’s wounded. There isn’t much he can do on that leg of his.” he made his thoughts as clear as possible, and one glance towards Violet confirmed she’d heard, loud and clear. Her slanted eyes lowered to the injured appendage, noting how terribly swollen and nasty looking it appeared to be. Definitely infected, and if they weren’t going to just pop back to life good as new after the game, she knew that it would have had to be amputated. Her skills were limited, and she didn’t want to risk killing the kid off if she could help it.
”If I am able to bandage it up, perhaps he could be some use to us.” Damn it, she needed to prod him into studying under Akira when they arrived on Kajin Rala again. It was mentally exhausting to try to extract someone else’s thoughts, and even now, she was only catching bits and pieces. His mind was far stronger than hers, albeit for different reasons.
He seemed to consider the possibility of bringing their duo into a trio. It didn’t please him that she thought that they couldn’t handle their own, and the risks multiplied when someone else, who previously had no qualms about killing them, was brought into their midst. It was risky, but with six others out there, perhaps far more dangerous ones, would it be such a bad idea?
Clearing his throat, Bardock approached the younger Saiyan. He knew of Reijin from previous encounters beyond the Abyss, and his unpredictability didn’t help assuage the nervous tendril of energy that crept up his back. “Where’d you come from?”
Rei lifted his head from the rock, a satisfied smile on his face. He’d gotten a halfway decent supper for the first time in days, and his stomach was doing somersaults in glee as the fish made its way through his belly. “Did you miss the part where I came out of the bushes?”
“Smart ass.”
Reijin quirked a cynical smile as he reached for his weapon. Violet was there, her nailgun pointed directly at his skull. “If you so much as wink at that damned thing, I’ll do far worse than cripple your arm, Monkey Boy.” The threat sparked flames of anticipation deep within her body; for the first time since their arrival, a guaranteed kill had practically landed in their lap. However, she had other uses for the crippled boy than a simple notch to add to Bardock’s axe.
Reijin retracted his arm, remembering the damage the same weapon had done to him in their first encounter. He was lucky to have escaped with what he did, and he sure as hell didn’t want to risk it again. With the ever-looming threat of her weapon, he resumed his position on the other side of the fire.
“Good choice.” Bardock chuckled, watching the apprehension dance across the other’s features. In a game of death, you couldn’t trust just anybody, and this intruder was definitely someone who would be difficult to trust. The question that laid between them was, was it worth the threat to let him into their small group, or just kill him now and be rid of another formidable opponent?
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