Destination: Dante's Abyss

[The Not Cool Not Tapion]

Tapion, seeing two of his old campanions made him feel a little better. Even if thirteen did a hit and run. He was confused as why the android was running from security. So Tapion just shrugged it off with a smile. After saying thanks to Yamcha again, he ran to his little brother who was supposedly sleeping.

He then suddenly stopped as he passed an area where people got their collars put on. He just remembered he needed to get his. Then he saw his younger sibling and ran to him. He wasn't sleeping after all.

"Minoshia!"

Tapion yelled to his little brother, relieved.

"Yes?"

"I found you! I was worried sick."

Minoshia just put on a goofy grin. Tapion, gesturing for him to stay there for a moment asked the gaurd for a collar as well.

"Why, of course."

Was the reply he got from a cheery gaurd. Tapion waited as the gaurd put the collar around his neck. He smiled at his little brother and put a hand on his shoulder. His heart slowed down some now that he found him. Now where to go?

"So...where do you wanna go Minoshia?"

"Let's go meet people!"

Was his reply, happy and grinning ear to ear. Tapion chuckled only a bit as he walked with his younger brother to find somebody to meet.

OOC: Somebody meet me and Minoshia =/

[Ruhiel]

After saying hello to Krillen and his friend, Kirano, Android 20 decided to start exploring the hallways of the spacecraft. As he rounded a corner, he slammed into something very hard. Looking around from the ground to see what he had hit, he saw the mohawked Konat, Tapion, and another Konat with a mohawk as well. By the looks of it, it must be his brother.

Tapion was rubbing his head where the two had collided, while Minoshia was having a bit of a laughing fit.

"Urgh... who the- Oh, hey 20. You really are made of metal aren't you?" Tapion mumbled, rubbing his forehead.

"It's really more of a titanium alloy." 20 grinned, but also a bit dazed from the collision. "So, is it safe for me to assume that this is your little brother?"

"Yeah, this is my brother, Minoshia." Tapion stated, introducing the two.

"What's up Minoshia? Can you tell me why your older brother only has one part of his mohawk? Is that the new look nowadays? Or did he just get his haircut in the dark?" he chortled, laughing at his own bad joke.

Tapion got a bit embarrased, rubbing the spot where some of his hair used to be.

"He had a bit of a run in with some archers." Minoshia answered, also laughing a bit at his brother's strange appearance.

"Alright, alright, enough. Make fun of somebody else now." Tapion urged.

OOC: So I'm not the best of company, but you asked for somebody to meet you.

[Orion]

"No, I'm sure I can handle it myself," Goku replied, standing up from his chair. He couldn't believe the audacity of Reijin. While he was straining to punch him, he just kept talking to him. Maybe he was trying to fix up their tattered past? No, he was a Saiya-jin. He wasn't like that. He was more than likely playing with his mind. With that, Goku walked off towards one of the check ins to board the ship. Reijin watched him the entire way.

Goku reached one of the check in stations. There was an arching gate over the entrance to the ship, and a man dressed in similar attire to the announcer stood with a small cube like object. This would be where he would store his items, Goku thought.

"Hello," the man stated with passion likened to a corpse. "This is where you store your items."

Goku nodded. "I figured."

"Please press a finger down on the top of the cube," Goku was asked. This face was silver, while the others were blue. Placing his index finger on the cube, a colourful flash went off on the face. Lifting up his finger, Goku noticed a blue copy of his fingerprint upon the cube, which quickly vanished. The top face opened up with a click and a beep.

"Please place all items in the box," the man ordered with forced enthusiasm. Goku put both hands in his side pockets, digging around to find his items. From his left pocket, he pulled out his rebreather he bought from planet Frost and popped it in the box. He also found his fully upgraded scouter and added it to the stash. It was a pity, he had only just got that new scouter and he couldn't use it. He detached his cloaking device from the front of his belt and placed it in.

"There, that's everything," he told the man holding the cube. He nodded and closed the cube, and it made the same beep and click it did upon opening.

"Your items are secured. No one else will be able to retrieve them except you," the man stated, "or if they have your finger." He sniggered.

"Yes, you're hilarious," Goku siad dryly, rolling his eyes. "Now, can I go?"

"Hold on, I just need to tell you a few more things," the attendant stated. "This is your room." He handed Goku a small strip of paper with the number 143 upon it. "This is your room number. There will be a silver panel by the door. Put your finger on it and it will open. This is so only you can get in."

"Why is that?" Goku asked, memorising his room's number.

"We've had previous participants try to kill each other on the trip over," he answered. "Most of the attempts were made when the victim was in their room. Now would you please step through the gate?"

Goku walked through the arch as he was instructed. There was a beep, and by the attendant a computer screen flashed with all of his details.

----Race: Saiya-jin
----Age: 36
----Armour: Slipstream Armour/Fusion Cloak (customised) - Weighted
----Items: None

"You're 36? You don't look that old," the attendant stated, a little out of character from his previous persona.

"I'm a Saiya-jin," Goku replied. "Our bodies age slower than most other beings. That's why I look younger than you would think."

"OK, one last question," the attendant said. "How has your armour been customised?"

"I had the armour and cloak crafted to look like the gi I wear," Goku answered, passing his hand over his chest. "It's purely aesthetic."

"Well, there's nothing here to prove otherwise," the attendant said. "OK, you're ready for your collar."

Goku sighed. "Ah yes, my collar." The attendant walked over and snapped the large black ring around his neck. At first it was far too big to stay on his neck, but quickly it shrunk, adjusting itself until it hugged snuggly.

"Ugh, thank you," Goku said with false appreciation, walking off to find someone he knew, or maybe Goten if he wasn't running around too much.

[Hellfighter 17]

17 decided that he would head towards the bar for now as he had enough fighting for one day, and would save it for DA. There were many people in the room as before, but it appeared to be even more this time around. Instead of getting a drink as before, he just decided to sit down and rest for a bit after just fighting Android 18. There were only metal chairs and benches thsi time around instead of the comfortable ones they had before, but it would do, anything to rest on. The people were talking away, he could not decide if he should socialize or not. His spunky little friend was not in sight. What to do, he did not feel like getting up but he did not feel like sitting by himself. His decision was to get up and 'mingle' maybe meet a fe wpeople.

ooc: I am open for meeting anybody here.

[Old Selipa]

After walking around for several hours and viewing all beings form many planets across the cosmos Selipa heard the announcement to board the ship. Placing all her goods away so not to bring them to the tournament planet Selipa received what she needed and entered into the ship. The excitement building in he stomach, the youth form Vegeta-sei looked forward to meeting up with the Lord Vine group hopefully. All her friends she had made once she had started her journey away from home.

[Raditzu]

Listening to the announcer prattle on about minor details concerning the Dante's Abyss tournament had been a troublesome task. Like a child let loose in a candy store, Raditzu's ki sense bounced from one warrior to the next, probing into the depths of their hidden powers. Some didn't have much to hide at all. Some warriors seemed to posses an endless well of strength. The strongest of those he tried to get a good look at, but that was not an easy task with the crowd. The ki signatures of those that he already knew stood out from the crowd like a sort of beacon, and the saiya-jin became aware of how annoying 18's lack of ki could be. He had looked for the android on his way in, but to little avail. He wasn't having any easier a time finding her now, either. His ki sense picked out a few familiar energy sources, but that's not what made the saiyan do a bit of a double take. Reijin seemed to be seated in close proximity to Goku, and Trunks was not too far off himself. Why the deck didn't erupt into a brawl was beyond the long-haired one. Presently it was time to go get ready for the trip.

"Talk about a shitty job." Rad commented to the person overseeing his item storage. He had already placed a forefinger on a small pad on his personal storage box. The box opened with a small hiss.

"Yer tellin' me." A short male responded. "Please put any items that are not approved for the tournament into this box."

"Ok." Rad acknowledged the man. He made a show of placing each item into the box. A fully upgraded scouter, a battle vizor, a pouch of four senzu beans, a small rebreather, a cloaking device, a capsule containing his HeadQuarters, a second capsule containing his space ship, and finally his weighted clothing were all thrown into and sealed within the small containment box.

"What, no kitchen sink?"

"Awww man." Rad slapped his forehead. "I knew I forgot something."

The saiyan was directed into another room, this time with a woman attendant. He pulled his armor off of his body, his cloak connected to it, and handed it to her. She balked slightly at the weight of the protective covering, but shortly set onto some kind of device that Raditzu had never seen before. It identified where the armor came for, detailed its modifications to fit the saiyan, and listed the upgrades he had purchased along with the armor. It seemed the everything was in order with the armor. Without his armor on, Raditzu was left wearing a skin-tight muscle shirt and loose sweat/leaisure pants. The woman instructed Rad to lift up his hair as she made a quick scan of his upper body: the shirt left little room to hide anything. Then she began patting down his legs.

"I didn't know everyone around here was so friendly." Rad commented as he watched the woman work.

"Don't flatter yourself."

She finished quickly and handed Raditzu back his armor. The saiyan slipped it on and was directed to step through something that looked like a metal detector. The woman explained that the redundancy in checking the long-haired warrior was in case he had something that the scanner wasn't designed to pick up on. She listed off a number of possibile items without prompting, and Raditzu politely feigned interest. With that out of the way she told him he just had get a collar fitted and then he could be on his way. Rad's only response was to bunch up his mass of hair and lift it above his neck. In a minute he was on the ship and looking for something to keep him entertained. There were several places he could be, but decided to simply seek out the first familiar ki he sensed. Much to his surprise, he found himself running into Reijin.

"I don't know if anyone's ever told you this," Rad said as he approached the younger saiya-jin, "but you make being an asshole look easy." Raditzu finished his statement with a grin.

OOC: Meeting Reijin.

[Hellfighter 17]

After being jumped on by the rumbunctiuous Pan, the adroid felt as though he could not be in this embarrasing position anymore so he deicided to flip the positions around. He quickly in the blink of an eye put the girl in to a bear hug of his. This was not to hurt his friend, but only to play along with her little game. "Maybe I should throw you out of this window here, then you can see how fun it is in space."

"That isn't funny, now let me go!" the quarter saiyan yelled out hoping to end the little game, after a few moments the nadroid loosesned his already loose grip and she broke free. "Not funny, I could have done better" she said with a large grin on her face. After her little 'joke' she rested her head on a table that she had sat in front of and a sigh came form her mouth. The teen was easily bored, and she might even fall asleep if he did not do anything. Before he could think of something to ammuse the little girl a waitress came on by.

"Well yea be having anything here?" she inquired from the two.

17 responded for the both of them and just said "Two pops. That'll be all, thanks."

After answering the young woman's question he looked at the girl with a puzzled face, she was trying to do something with her hands. It was pretty weird watching her do this, he tried to force down the smile, but it over powered him. "What's so funny?" the 3 quarters of a human asked. Then they both started laughing for absolutely no reason, it just came over the two of them. A couple of people galnced over for a few seconds, but just went back to their drinks and paid no mor eattention to the two of them. It was not really that funny, these two were just crazy. Or at least they felt as though it was that way.

After the laughter died down the drinks were delivered and the two started guzzling them down. It was no beer for the nadroid, but he figured that he could just lay off it, especially since the tournament was to start in a day or two, he wasn't really sure, time was just flying by while meeting people and sparring them.

ooc: Now watch Pan kill me!

[Tobias]

Garlic itched the skin around his newly aquired collar of doom. Its like im some dog they need to keep on a leash, he mused to himself. He slowly strolled around the ship checking out the competition with apathy...something was bothering him, but he didnt know what. It was like there was this looming shadow over the whole ship and only he noticed it. He closed his eye and shook his head in an attempt to remove the feeling. He stopped, took deep breath and opened his eyes. There was a tournament to be won. Garlic pushed his ki under him and floated up a few feet off the ground.

"Out off my way," he shoved and pushed his way through the crowd unaware even of were he was going. He needed to go somewhere... anywhere...the shadow was overwhelming ... the walls were closing in. He needed to escape! And he shoved the last person to the side to find he was there. There was no shadow here, and if there was he didnt fear it. The gym. Everyone was fighting. A pair flew through the air blocking punches and throwing kicks. Yes! He belonged here! Garlics fears and claustrophobia vanished instantly and he found himself throwing a punch/kick combo midair.

"Haha!" He stopped and watched the others battle and studied their styles. He would win this thing.


ooc: Theres a deeper meaning there. Somewere.

[Bra]

"You asshole, I CANT SWIM!" Bra roared angrily, gasping for breath.

"...Ooops." Burter replied, holding Bra's head above the water.

"You stupid fucking moron!! I can't believe you would do something like that! I nearly drowned, you idiot!! What were you thinking!?" Bra thundered, cursing Burter out in her fury, but something stopped her completely. Rather than continue with her rant, Bra had stopped, and stared at something in the water, her expression of anger changing to an expression of fear. "What the hell?? Are you shedding!?"

"What?" Burter replied, looking to a piece of his blue skin floating away in the water. "Well... yeah. But-"

"That's disgusting!!" the cyan-haired girl exclaimed, frowning in disdain.

"Well, gee. Thanks a lot, Bra." Burter replied sarcastically, "I appreciate that."

"No... I'm sorry. I'm sorry for yelling at you. I should have told you I couldn't swim." Bra apologized.

"Yeah... no problem. Hey. Since we're already here, I could teach you." Burter offered, allowing his friend to grab a hold of the pool's edge, where she could keep herself above the water.

"What? I dunno... that would probably be a lot of work... Maybe-" Bra began, but her blue-skinned companion cut her off.

"Come on." Burter pressed on, "It's easy once you get the hang of it. First I could just show you how to tread water. From there, it's simple. Come on, you never know, you might need to know how to swim on Dante."

"Oh, yeah? Why? Am I gonna have to race a fish?" the demi-Saiyan retorted.

"Fine, whatever." Burter submitted, and began to swim to the other side of the pool. Bra watched for a moment, her mind racing.

"Wait!!" she shouted, and the reptilian halted, "Okay, teach me."

Burter sank into the water, and Bra swore that within a second, he'd closed the distance, and appeared before her.

"Alright, treading water is really easy. Move your legs like... uh... like... pedalling a bike. Then, just move your arms out at your sides, back and forth. You'll stay above the water." Burter instructed. Bra nodded, pushing off the pool wall, and doing as she was told. At first, she struggled to keep her head above the drink, but soon recovered her composure, and maintained her position.

"Told you that was easy. Now, basically, to swim just go one arm over the other, and head forward. Tilt your head to the side to get air when you need to, but that's about it." Burter grinned, and then swam forward, before diving beneath the surface. In moments, he shot back up through the water, flipped backwards, and dove into the water once again. Once he resurfaced, he chuckled slightly, "Don't worry about that. I don't expect you to be able to do that."

"Uh huh." Bra agreed, in awe of Burter's feat. Now determined to succeed, she attempted to swim forward herself, hoping it would be as easy as treading water was.

OOC: Ugh. I think I broke that RP. Oh well, there's always next time. =\

[Metal Koola]

The announcement was really of no interest to the metallic changeling. He had heard it all before. He had been in two other Dante's Abyss 'tournaments' after all. He waited for the announcement to end and turned towards his companion; his brother. ?This ought to be extremely interesting,? he had a sly grin on his face, ?I have a feeling this is where the Cold Army will make a name for itself... nothing will be the same!?

With that he turned away and began his walk towards the ship.

[Kami]

Kami made his way onto the ship, stowing away his items and running through the gauntlet of over the top security. With his pain in the ass collar secure he took a seat on the ship.

OOC: Finals Coming up = Kami's brain is fried...make idle chit chat if you wish

[Android-18]

This was a time for mingling; making allies, and makes enemies. This was a time to relax, and wait for what was to come. Did any of this affect the android? Hardly, she didn?t want to talk to anyone; she didn?t even want to talk to those she knew. The only person she would want to talk seemed busy. It seemed he didn?t even want to bother looking for her, and if that was the case, then so be it. Was she alone in this after all? The thought had crossed her mind many times. This was a tournament, after all, and most likely he would put aside any and all feelings so that he could win. That?s how Saiya-Jin warriors were, ruthless, always fighting. She tightened her fights as the room cleared and the announcer was done speaking to them.

She went through the process that everyone else went through. They took her items that she couldn?t use, and they checked through her armor. They scanned her body for some reason, and they patted her down. Finally she was sent on her way through a metal detector, which didn?t go off because they already knew she was part machine, it was complicated. Once through she decided to just find somewhere to sit and wait.

OOC: No one really to talk to...people have their own plans, so I?m just going to sit somewhere.

[Burter]

"Yea, just like that!" Burter called from the center of the pool as he watched the saiyan girl kick hard to keep herself up. She frantically moves her hands and feet to stay above water, doing much work then she really needed. "Pace yourself, Bra, you dont need to kick that fast."

"Finally," she said, ignoring his intructions. She clung on to the reptile's arm when she reached him, stopping the movements of her legs. "Okay, I think thats all I want now, Burter. Break time...please?" She looked up, trying to look as innocent as she could. Of course, that wasn't hard to do for her, but Burter had seen her when she was a raging super saiyan, so that didn't work very well.

"Okay," he said anyway, and moved towards the edge again. She immediately climbed out and got a towel as Burter got up. The first thing he did was move away from Bra so he could remove the excess skin. He had been in water alot more then he intended, so his arms now had some patches of raw skin that needed to molt.

"Whats with the shedding...?" Bra asked hesitantly, seeming kind of irked by the whole thing.

"Its called molting. Some of the skin cant survive in water, so he takes a few days to reaplce," he explained. He didn't need to dry off as his scales absorbed alot of the water. "I'm gonna go for a walk, you gonna be okay?"

"Yea, I'll be fine. Jeez, I can take care of myself," she said, as if insulted.

Burter laughed it off and walks away quietly, away from the area. He let his mind wander, drifting off to think about the young girl. Bra had come a long way since had first met her, but as he thought more about it, he had changed to. Maybe Burter had come a long way as well.

[Raz]

Though he had been deprived of a scouter, the half blood's senses were as keen as ever. Turning his head slightly as he sat against the wall with his legs folded under him his eyes wandered, centering upon Corniss for a moment... it was a strange feeling, a twinge along the child's spine that indicated something. There was indeed strength in that fighter... but now Goten felt a larger one then that, his head tilting over to where he remember that he had bumped into Burter earlier, no doubt the power he was feeling belonged to no other then the blue reptile.

"I can do something like that," He remembered Burter saying when he was walking the youth over to meet his other friends at the bar. What did he mean? Could the cerulean colored fighter turn golden like Goten had seen his father do? It was strange... especially now that he thought about it.

"Ugh, thank you," A familiar voice said as footsteps followed it out into the area where Goten sat, turning quickly his senses picked up the strength. It had been more of a direct feeling then Burter's own strength... sort of how Corniss was, only the twinge was much more direct in the notion of where it came from rather then a small poke. The child's eyes lit up as he jumped to his feet in a small sprint, dashing across the floor as he swerved to and fro avoiding the constant flow of warriors moving out of the security check zone.
"Kame Kame Jump!" Goten shouted as he leaped into the air, crashing face first into his father's chest, looking up at him with an innocent grin.

[Android-18]

She stared down at the smaller figure sitting beside her. He was rather green looking, but that was just his race. At first she was rather confused, why was this person talking to her? But then she just pushed aside the thought and considered saying something.

?Hi,? she said to him and then glanced around, ?And who might you be? Or is this a random encounter that you decided to pull off?? And she looked at him again, ?I?m Android 18, if that?s what you wanted to know.? It seemed that this figure was another warrior entering the tournament. Would he try to fight her? He did not seem overly powerful, but it wasn?t hard to lower ones ki.

OOC: Not much but I?m kinda bummed out right now.

[Orion]

Goku's irritation finally got the best of him and he started to reach for the inconsiderately fitted collar about his neck. Anything that restricted any part of his body was quickly hated by the Saiya-jin. Suddenly, he recalled a small portion of the speech the Dante group was given before boarding the ship. He was surprised he recalled it, during most of the talk he was focused upon his self restraint to belt Reijin across the room. The speaker said something about the collar self destructing if it was tampered with. It didn't appear to be activated yet, but Goku didn't really want to take that chance.

"Kame Kame Jump!"

The Saiya-jin turned to the sound of a kind childish voice, knowing instantly who it was. Before he could set his ebony eyes upon his youngest son, he felt a heavy weight make contact with his chest and he fell onto his backside. Goten dropped his back into Goku's open hands and gave his cheesy, happy-go-lucky grin. Goku laughed.

"I see you've been working on your kamekameha's," Goku said approvingly, staying seated on the ground as warriors passed them by. A few of them gave the Saiya-jin dirty and disrespectful looks, finding it foolhardy and unprotective to let a child fight in such a tournament. Goku knew better, of course.

"I met your big blue friend today," Goten stated with enthusiasm, before leading onto his question. "I asked him if he could go all golden like you can, and he said he can sort of do it. What does that mean?"

Goku smiled. He put Goten on his feet and stood up. "He can do this," Goku said before his crimson Kaioken aura exploded around his body. Goten's eyes opened wide in innocent surprise. He never saw his dad do that before.

"Wow," murmured the awe struck halfling, the red light bathing over his face. Goku got a few more gazes from other warriors sensing his power. Some started worrying about their chances in the tournament, others had no facial change. The Saiya-jin dropped out of his base Kaioken form and picked up Goten, placing him on his shoulders. The small Saiya-jin put his hands on his father's forehead.

"So Burter can do that?" Goten mulled out loud. "Wait a minute, that's not golden!"

[Hellfighter 17]

The android had his hands in the air and was looking from his coke with glass to the part saiyan back and forth in awe. "Paaaaaaaaaaan..." 17 said, there wasn't much anger in his voice as he could not get that angry at the girl, but still she had just ruined his drink. He shot her a kind of what was that glare and she just grinned it off. The angry switched to a kind of confused look, that she could be so care free. It was kind of odd to see this, a care free person entering a to-the-detah tournament. "Let's meet some people." The owrds napped the teenage Pan out of her daze and she shot up as if she was listening to very word and he got up as well.

The two walked over to a area of the room and bumped into somebody. "Sorry about that" the voice said in a polite manner.

"No prob'" the girl said. "Hi my name is Pan and this is 17" she chorused.

"Nice to meet you Pan, you as well 17. My name is Pargaus."

ooc: sorry if this seems rushed, because it is.

[Zarbon]

Zarbon went into the ship from the loading dock, he was pretty tried from his early training, and went to walk around a bit and maybe meet a few more allies.

(Anyone may meet me )

[Broli]

The metallic box sat on the table before him, his eyes staring intently at the black void of the item?s inner depths. His cloak and robes lay neatly folded on the table next to the box, the Saiyan sighing as he ran his fingers over the fabric. Brushing away the dark curls from his face, he lifted his old clothes and placed them in the box. ?Seems I have nothing to hide now,? he whispered, glancing at his charred right arm. He wore a brown, leather tunic, complete with black pants and black boots. With a click, the box was shut, and he was ready for Dante?s Abyss. Without another word, and the box in hand, he left the room. In a way? He was leaving his past behind. He wondered what people would think, what theories they would derive upon placing eyes on Burori?s arm. And yet, no matter what they would come up with? They would never be able to even fathom the answers to it all, the answers to what had occurred on Vegeta-Sei. And know one would ever know the truth. Dylock, the Black Virus, the Black Demon? All of it would remain buried for the eternity of time in the minds of three individuals ? Bveni, Broli, and one other, the one who betrayed the race of the Saiya-Jin? Nubian. In order to reunite the Saiya-Jin, two things would have to happen. First, the end of the story had to come. Broli, for a year, had attempted to reunite the Saiya-Jin. This mission alone had led him over vast deserts, into humid jungles, and deep into the darkest lands that no one could ever imagine. Not a single soul of Vegeta-Sei would know what had occurred over the past year, and to prevent Nubian from continuing to harvest Illumium in his sick plight for domination, Broli was left to do one thing and one thing alone ? kill Nubian. Broli would have loved to convince himself that killing Nubian would be for the sole reason of destroying an obstacle in reuniting the Saiya-Jin. However, this would never be the case.

Broli had killed Dylock, showing not even the slightest mercy to his old army acquaintance. It had been Dylock that caused the Nubian assault on Shallow Base to have been so crippling. Without Dylock, the troops would have been repelled much quicker, and Tarango? Broli shut his eyes tightly. The Shallow Base administrators would not have seen it fit to get rid of Tarango, permanently. And now that Dylock had been dealt with, the person who sent Dylock also had to receive judgment. This person was none other than Nubian. Yet, Broli knew that, should he kill Nubian, another would rise in his place. Someone had to replace Nubian, and Broli certainly wasn?t about to let Sativa be that person. Having heard rumors, here he was partaking in Dante?s Abyss. Could it be true? he wondered. Could his king really be here, enrolled in Dante?s Abyss as well? If it were true, then Broli would certainly find him amongst the dozens of warriors seeking fame and glory. The ship was only so large, and Broli was bound to find him.

As his thoughts pondered on, a familiar face caught Broli?s eyes. His mouth gaped in surprise; could it really be this big of a coincidence? In the bar nearby sat a figure in the corner, body hidden by the shadows. As he lifted his head, the characters of his face became clear. Broli made his way into the bar, and before all, he dropped to one knee before the cloaked figure. ?My king??

[Burter]

OCB: King Cold has officially reached Transformation 1, as decided by Reijin and backed by myself. =)