05-27-2006, 02:35 AM
Seventeen nearly stopped walking with the group after Trunks stopped and went off to talk to Kami. The wind blue against his hair, but offered no alterations to it. He clenched up his fists and bunched up his shoulder slightly so that his hands would be within his coat?s sleeves.
The hell fighter had died several times before?three to be exact. The first time, coincidentally, was in the last DA, several years back. He smiled reminiscing over this?he was an amateur when it came to competitions like that, he had only been used to a fight here and a fight there. The second time, which was a bit more recent than the first, happened in a nobler manner, when he fought Metal Koola, who beat him in the last bout of ki blasts. Both of those times he had nothing to lose except for his life. He had gathered a few friends, but he mainly saw them periodically.
The last time he died, though, in Friend or Foe II at the hands of Grim?s son, he felt he had everything to lose. Just before he was teleported to the sadistic television series, he had left the Room of Spirit and Time, where he fell in love with Selipa, whom he showed his love for physically. When he left the room she was acting strange and had practically forced him to leave, causing him to fall into a state of dread. Surprisingly, though, when he died in that competition he landed back on Earth, and almost immediately went to search for his love.
The search yielded no results, but he did by chance find his daughter, whom he wasn?t even aware existed?he had more to lose before than he thought. He went to Arlia to find here, but he was immediately captured and brought to Dante?s Abyss. Thus there was more on the line than he was used to, and Trunks?s words had just illuminated this to him, as he had not thought of the possibility of death since arriving on the island.
?Whoa!? screeched the hell fighter, whipping his head backwards. A stray blast of ki had zipped from Seventeen?s left, and his he noticed it out of the corner of his eye with barely any time to react. It grazed the tip of chin, but only caused superficial damage and a bit of bleeding?nothing serious. The rest of the group looked behind towards him. He had toddled to the back after Garlic went to catch up to Kami. ?Uhh, everything?s fine, it was just a stray blast,? he said, smiling. They all went back to their respective conversations, and the hell fighter was glad for that; he wanted some more thinking time.
If I were to die, he wondered, What would those arlians do with Sakura? It?s been said that a man?s worse enemy was their mind, but what would Sakura?s be, since she is a woman. His mind immediately poured her screams into his mind. He could feel his eyes swelling up with tears, but the salty discharge wasn?t forming on the outside yet. His days before meeting Pan at the last Dante?s Abyss, when his heart was still cold, the hell fighter was a very disturbed individual, or so some psychologists might diagnose. He?d visualize the deaths of many others, allowing them to die form sledgehammers, pans, telephones, maces, swords, and many other medieval or household items. He would generally refrain from ki-induced deaths, as those weren?t very entertaining. This allowed him the skill to image almost any scene, which did not help in his moment of curiosity towards his daughter?s future.
Tears began to form in the corner of both of his eyes, but he soon wiped them away?the hell fighter never did like tears at all. His head slumped down, a classic sign of either a lack of confidence or depression, and things were moving towards the latter for the hell fighter. It was a momentary thing, brought on by drifting thoughts.
?What the?? he said, looking to the two of his arms. On the left one he felt something underneath is coat. Scrambling to reach it, he soon grabbed it with his right arm. Holding it out, his eyes widened as he saw that it was a cricket, although he had no idea how it would manage to get that far up his body. He immediately threw it, with it just narrowly missing Thirteen?s head, and he saw it land on the ground, but soon lost track of it. ?Egh!? he screamed, with his head and shoulder shivering. Seventeen could generally handle insects, except for when they were in his living quarters or were on him?definitely not both, though. A few of the members of his group laughed at this, but did not ask how he was. They all turned around when he stared at them with focused eyes.
The android reached into the inner pocket of his coat, and pulled out his infamous flask. He eyes it for a moment, but soon uncapped it. He brought it up to his mouth and took a sip of his favourite drink?Smirnoff. He immediately put the top back on placed the drink back into his coat, and let out a sigh of relief as it swiveled down his throat. He walked back towards the group, feeling a bit more social.
?How?s it going, thirteen??
The hell fighter had died several times before?three to be exact. The first time, coincidentally, was in the last DA, several years back. He smiled reminiscing over this?he was an amateur when it came to competitions like that, he had only been used to a fight here and a fight there. The second time, which was a bit more recent than the first, happened in a nobler manner, when he fought Metal Koola, who beat him in the last bout of ki blasts. Both of those times he had nothing to lose except for his life. He had gathered a few friends, but he mainly saw them periodically.
The last time he died, though, in Friend or Foe II at the hands of Grim?s son, he felt he had everything to lose. Just before he was teleported to the sadistic television series, he had left the Room of Spirit and Time, where he fell in love with Selipa, whom he showed his love for physically. When he left the room she was acting strange and had practically forced him to leave, causing him to fall into a state of dread. Surprisingly, though, when he died in that competition he landed back on Earth, and almost immediately went to search for his love.
The search yielded no results, but he did by chance find his daughter, whom he wasn?t even aware existed?he had more to lose before than he thought. He went to Arlia to find here, but he was immediately captured and brought to Dante?s Abyss. Thus there was more on the line than he was used to, and Trunks?s words had just illuminated this to him, as he had not thought of the possibility of death since arriving on the island.
?Whoa!? screeched the hell fighter, whipping his head backwards. A stray blast of ki had zipped from Seventeen?s left, and his he noticed it out of the corner of his eye with barely any time to react. It grazed the tip of chin, but only caused superficial damage and a bit of bleeding?nothing serious. The rest of the group looked behind towards him. He had toddled to the back after Garlic went to catch up to Kami. ?Uhh, everything?s fine, it was just a stray blast,? he said, smiling. They all went back to their respective conversations, and the hell fighter was glad for that; he wanted some more thinking time.
If I were to die, he wondered, What would those arlians do with Sakura? It?s been said that a man?s worse enemy was their mind, but what would Sakura?s be, since she is a woman. His mind immediately poured her screams into his mind. He could feel his eyes swelling up with tears, but the salty discharge wasn?t forming on the outside yet. His days before meeting Pan at the last Dante?s Abyss, when his heart was still cold, the hell fighter was a very disturbed individual, or so some psychologists might diagnose. He?d visualize the deaths of many others, allowing them to die form sledgehammers, pans, telephones, maces, swords, and many other medieval or household items. He would generally refrain from ki-induced deaths, as those weren?t very entertaining. This allowed him the skill to image almost any scene, which did not help in his moment of curiosity towards his daughter?s future.
Tears began to form in the corner of both of his eyes, but he soon wiped them away?the hell fighter never did like tears at all. His head slumped down, a classic sign of either a lack of confidence or depression, and things were moving towards the latter for the hell fighter. It was a momentary thing, brought on by drifting thoughts.
?What the?? he said, looking to the two of his arms. On the left one he felt something underneath is coat. Scrambling to reach it, he soon grabbed it with his right arm. Holding it out, his eyes widened as he saw that it was a cricket, although he had no idea how it would manage to get that far up his body. He immediately threw it, with it just narrowly missing Thirteen?s head, and he saw it land on the ground, but soon lost track of it. ?Egh!? he screamed, with his head and shoulder shivering. Seventeen could generally handle insects, except for when they were in his living quarters or were on him?definitely not both, though. A few of the members of his group laughed at this, but did not ask how he was. They all turned around when he stared at them with focused eyes.
The android reached into the inner pocket of his coat, and pulled out his infamous flask. He eyes it for a moment, but soon uncapped it. He brought it up to his mouth and took a sip of his favourite drink?Smirnoff. He immediately put the top back on placed the drink back into his coat, and let out a sigh of relief as it swiveled down his throat. He walked back towards the group, feeling a bit more social.
?How?s it going, thirteen??
"We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl."
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