[PS] VIP Lounge

[Burter Jr]

The list of officially selected participants is on the big board at the entrance.

Dante's Abyss Fighters

1 Android 13
2 Goku Jr
3 Trunks
4 Hasky
5 Tapion
6 Retane
7 Garlic Jr
8 Hellfighter 17
9 Minoshia
10 Panbuukin
11 Kami
12 Goku
13 Android 17
14 Bardock
15 Android 18
16 Violet
17 Yajirobe
18 Raditzu
19 Super Buu
20 Yamu
21 Kid Buu
22 Reijin
23 Bra
24 Android 20
25 Nappa
26 Goten
27 Vegeta
28 Selipa
29 Blue
30 Puar
31 Captain Silver
32 Android 16
33 Krillin
34 Jackie Chun
35 Piccolo Daimoun
36 Bujin
37 Koola
38 Gohan
39 Olibu
40 Bulma
41 Piccolo
42 Murasaki
43 Metal Koola
44 Toma

The lounge itself is the largest room on a spaceship that hasn't launched yet. You are only allowed to be in this one room.

It has four walls, and 44 beds. Next to each bed is a number (1-44) and a bag that you will start with. It has all your starting supplies as well as your weapon. It's suggested you keep the weapon a secret, but that's up to you.

When revealed, you're brought here. Immediately.

[Banned Dana]

?Android Thirteen, Thirteen. Has anyone seen an Android Thirteen??

?I?m Thirteen.?

The droid tossed the football aside as a smaller man wearing black clothing came rushing out onto the field. In one hand he held a small black brief case and in his other he held it out, extending in a friendly handshake. Reaching out and returning the sentiment, the automaton smiled as they released their grip. Looking down at the brief case as it was suddenly unfolded like a table, Thirteen noted the three digit combination the man had to input in order for the case to open. Pulling out a small yellow envelope the man spilled the contents into the brief case.

?We forgot to have you fill out what planet you were originally from,? spoke the man. ?So if you would kindly note it here, then sign here, I?ll take you to the VIP Lounge.?

Android Thirteen took the mans pen, but looked the guy in the eyes.

?VIP Lounge?? questioned the droid.

The black clothed man smiled widely.

?Yes sir, Thirteen. You have been chosen as our first official contestant, congrats my friend.? The man sounded sincere, though the machine-hybrid was sure he could care less if Thirteen lived or died.

Jotting down Vegeta as his planet, then signing his signature, he handed the documentation back to the man, then followed him as he led the droid into a long back hallway. The lights in this area were a bit dimmed and the temperature was lower than the rest of the building. Just in the distance there was a double glass door and just on the opposite side was a long red carpet leading towards another door. Breaking the threshold and making their way through both sets of doors, Thirteen found a site that would make anyone smile, the games were obviously right around the corner.

As he entered the room, he found only four walls, and forty-four beds. It didn?t take long for the black clothed man to explain that his bed was bed number 1, along with his bag and utilities. Shuffling quickly through his bag, he found all the utilities you would need to survive, plus a very peculiar item, one that could prove useful whilst fighting against other people. Holding the item and looking at the agent, Thirteen smiled.

?Ahh.? Spoke the agent, noticing the item. ?Yeah, that?ll make a nice big pop.?

Thirteen understood immediately, this game was going to become interesting rather quickly.

[The Not Cool Not Tapion]

OOC: gone so soon =\

Tapion was waiting for his food in the restaurant and making idle chat with his brother. He had asked a question when a couple security gaurds came up to him. Before answering, Minoshial ooked up, as did Tapion.

"Tapion?"

The konat nodded.

"Come with us. You have been selected for Dante's Abyss and will immediately be moved to the ship." Tapion had a smile and an unpleasant look all at once. He was happy he got chosen but once again, he was to be seperated from his brother.

Minoshia nodded, "Good luck, brother!" Then it hit him, Tapion was selected, Minoshia was not yet chosen. He was left alone in the restaurant as the older konat was escorted to the ship.

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It was one room, four walls, and a lot of beds. Tapion was told he was number five and when stepping in, he realized the beds were numbered. He walked down a row of beds and found his, sitting on it, his stuff already waiting for him. There was a small bag, his supplies. He looked in the bag, finding his weapon that he was given. He looked at the contents.

Hmmm...an interesting weapon..

He smiled at the thoughts of using his weapon, and kept it a secret to himself.

Tapion just waited, and sat there on the edge of the bed, his feet flat on the ground. There were a few other people on the ship, already.

[Orion]

"Yeah, yeah, I'm here," Trunks moaned apathetically, walking through the door to the "V.I.P." room. From what the halfling saw, there was nothing very important about it at all. Four sterile walls filled with a mass of empty beds, all numbered. It looked more like a prison.

"OK, now Trunks, you were the third person selected for Dante's Abyss, so that means that the bed with a big number three on it is yours," the stubby official informed.

"Oh, thanks a lot," Trunks continued his absent minded sarcasm. "I don't think I could work out the complex mathematical formula you used to work that out."

The fat official pursed his lips and put his hands on his wide hips. "Trunks, there's no need for the attitude." He held a bag in his hand, which he then offered to the saiyan prince. It had a large number three on it, but apart from that, the black satchel had no other distinguishing features. "You'll need this too."

"Mmm hmmm," Trunks agreed, taking the bag from the official, and started for the bed to which he was assigned.

"Your welcome," the obese official called out angrily, before storming out of the room.

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Trunks reached his plain, featureless bed and tossed the bag into the pillow. He dropped down onto the end of the bed, his legs covering the '3' that was attached there. He was in such a bad mood. Not only was he now just sitting around, awaiting the murder fest to begin, but he couldn't even talk to Seventeen, or his mother. Fuming, his eyes scanned the room. There were a few others already in the room; a young boy with spiky black hair, an attractive blonde who Trunks considered going up to if only to waste time, a mohawked man with piercing eyes, and a silver maned warrior.

Wait, Trunks thought. He did a double take of the last person he saw. With a quick probe of his ki sense, the halfling realised the he must've been an android. No discernable reading of energy was being emitted by him. Perhaps he knows Seventeen, he conjectured.

The lavender haired teenager stood up from the bed and walked over to the android.

"Hi," Trunks said, introducing himself. "I'm Trunks. You wouldn't happen to be an android, would you?"

[Banned Dana]

It was getting a tad bit lonely, laying on his bed in this huge boring room. Wishing that he had a television or radio, Thirteen sat upright in his cot and glanced around, noting that the beds all looked alike. The rest of the room was just as bland as the beds, it really was the most god awful place to be alone.

The doors to the entrance of the room suddenly swung open, allowing the artificial sunlight to spill into the room bringing with it, two peculiar shadows. Two voices closely closed in on the doors and soon after, a small Sayajin boy and a larger, brown haired woman broke the threshold. Guiding the small boy, the female gave him his bag and left the room in a hustle. With his eyes chasing after the brunet, Thirteen didn?t have a chance to peel his eyes away from the door before a familiar, but unfamiliar face walked through the entrance. Donning a mowhawked and strange clothing, the stranger looked a lot like Minoshia, only a tad bit more matured. Watching this man rummage through his bag of utilities, then collapse on the side of his bed, the droid could sense the power radiating from this individual. This was not going to be as simple as he thought, then again, he knew better than to underestimate his competition.

Suddenly, a rather muscular and purple haired man entered the room. This guy looked as if his day had become very unhappy. His stern look made Thirteen look away as the man?s eyes darted around the room. Glancing back at him, the droid watched as he too rummaged through his sack. Completely emotionless, he sat the bag down and started to look around the room once more. For a second time, the machine looked away, trying to pretend he had no interest whatsoever in the new warrior, who seemed to be giving off some strange ki vibes, it was almost as if two people were standing in his exact location.

Trying to act as through he was interested in the rest of the room, Thirteen counted the numbers of the bed, even though they were all labeled with a number. Listening intently, the droid could hear the muffled footsteps of boots closing in on his location. Turning to the left and looking upward at the lavender haired man, the machine-hybrid smiled at him, but the stranger?s face stayed hardened.

?Great...I?m going to get it now.? thought Thirteen as he tried to read the man?s ki once again, but just like before, it was still very foreign to him.

"Hi," Trunks said, introducing himself.

Thirteen nearly passed out, he normally wasn?t like this, but for some reason, this man?s strange ki scared the hell out of him. Giving a slight nod back at the man, he hoped that he didn?t seem rude.

"I'm Trunks. You wouldn't happen to be an android, would you?" spoke the stranger.

At that every moment, during his introduction, Thirteen felt a weight lift off of his shoulders. Noting that he couldn?t afford to feel that kind of pressure and hesitation again, the droid smiled and nodded.

?Yes sir, an android I am, checking for Ki levels I suppose?? questioned the humanoid, as Trunks nodded.

Thirteen wanted nothing more than to question this man on his ki signature, but it seemed as though this man had another agenda to stick to. Glancing over the man?s shoulder, he spotted the little Sayajin boy just standing around, looking almost as though he were both dazed and confused.

?So.? fired Thirteen. ?There?s no doubts about it, Dante?s Abyss, it?s a deadly game. Say, mind if I, erm, tag along with you? Perhaps we could come to some sort of an agreement??

Trunks thought this over for a moment, this could be for the best, but then again, he didn?t really know this machine.

[Retane]

The mercenary stepped into the VIP Lounge and he could only look around. It was a big room with plenty of beds. The Namek figured it was fourty-four and found he was correct as he saw each bed was numbered and the last bed was labeled ?44?. The Namekian walked passed the beds not looking at the others as he hunted for his. He found bed ?6? and lowered his gaze to a bag that sat at the foot of it.

He lifted it off the floor with ease and sat it on the bed, bending over to look into it. He began pulling the contents out of the bag one by one. The food supply, which happened to be some kind of bread sealed in an air locked bag, came out first, followed by two canteens of water. Retane placed them on the bed and dug in again.

Next came the compass and map. The Namek looked at the compass and made sure it worked correctly then set it down along with the map after a small glance. Two items remained in the bag. Retane lowered his hand and fingered one. He had seen the item before. The warrior moved to the other item and pulled it out to reveal a weird object.. The mercenary looked in the bag again and found a checklist that he had missed.

Two day supply of bread.
Two day supply of water
Compass
Map
Scouter
Random Weapon

Retane looked at the object again. The last of the contents of the bag deffinately wasn?t called a scouter. That obviously meant that the object in his hand was the scouter. So that meant the item in the bag was his Random Weapon? It hit the Namek real hard like the blunt of a book.

?ARE YOU SHITTING ME!?!??

(OOC: lmfao!)

[Orion]

?Yes sir, an android I am, checking for Ki levels I suppose??

Trunks nodded in agreement. This android obviously knew he gave off no discernable reading when it came to ki. It hardly surprised him, being the answer that the halfling expected. Still, there was more he wanted to ask the silver maned cyborg. Trunks didn't know if androids were just assembly line products or if their seemingly intricate systems were manufactured by a group of talented scientists. If his circumstances were the latter, then there was a good chance he knew his friend Seventeen.

Before the saiyan prince could answer, the android spoke.

?So.? fired Thirteen. ?There?s no doubts about it, Dante?s Abyss, it?s a deadly game. Say, mind if I, erm, tag along with you? Perhaps we could come to some sort of an agreement??

Trunks' eyes narrowed, intrigued. Why would an android, who he presumed entered the competition willingly, suddenly want to ally himself with a person he only just met? Perhaps the android was weak and hoped to foster strong companions. There was no way for Trunks to tell, though.

"Uh, sure," Trunks replied hesitantly. He was taken aback from the impromptu offer, but if he could prevent at least one senseless death in this ungodly tournament, he would. Through the android's words he felt no malicious intent or an ulterior motive. He was going to stay on guard, but for the most part, he would trust him.

"So, could I ask for your name?" the fused saiyan inquired.

"I'm Thirteen," the towering android replied.

"One more question," Trunks added, "do you happen to know another android by the name of Seventeen?"

[Banned Dana]

Thirteen was no fool, he could sense the hesitation of trust in the Sayajin-hybrid. Unsure on how to sway Trunks into trusting him, the droid noted to make it a point to prove to this man that he was a trust-worthy ally. The thought was comforting, but the realization of how difficult that could be only allowed him to feel a bit warmed by the thought rather than joyful.

?So, could I ask for your name?? the fused sayajin inquired.

?I?m Thirteen.? the towering android replied, holding back a smirk. Perhaps it wasn?t going to be so difficult after all.

?One more question,? Trunks added, ?Do you happen to know another android by the name of Seventeen??

The name fell on him like a brick. By the way the Sayajin uttered the words, Seventeen, he was obviously not speaking of Android Seventeen the leader of the Civil Unrest, meaning that it could only be Hellfighter Seventeen and how could he not remember him? Thirteen had faced many tough challenges in the past, but that android was the toughest he had ever faced one on one.

?Sure. I met him during that Friend or Foe II competition.? spoke the droid, trying not to think on it too much. ?He actually ended up killing me during it, though I understand fully why he did. When I was under the guise of Piccolo, I attacked him and out of self defense, he extinguished my life. I?ve moved on and hold no grudge though, he did only what needed to be done, in the long run, he saved me, I suppose.?

Looking the droid in the eyes, that thought completely vanished, the fire in his eyes and the stern gleam told the halfling that the machine indeed did not hold a grudge, which was going to work leaps and bound in the competition if they were to ally, after all, he had plans to hook up with Seventeen when he arrived, if he arrived.

Thirteen watched the lavender haired man look around the room. Perhaps he was check to she if Seventeen had already arrived, even though he knew it was impossible. Sitting on the side of the cot and rummaging through his sack, the droid glanced through it once again, not really expecting any kind of change, but just trying to keep himself looking busy. Wishing that he had a deck of cards, the machine-hybrid tied up the opening of his bag and stuffed it under his bed, hopefully no one would try to steal his stuff. Glancing back up at Trunks, the Sayajin and android smirked at each other lightly, it would seem that conversation wasn?t going to be easy between the two until later on, when the fun actually began.

?So I take it you and Seventeen are going to hook up?? questioned Thirteen as he stood back up, once again towering over the halfling.

Trunks nodded and Seventeen sighed.

?Power in numbers eh?? the droid smiled, it was actually a very strategic move by the two of them and with the addition of himself, the trio would stand a much better chance of survival.

[Retane]

Retane repacked his bag accordingly, leaving only the map on the bed. He tossed the bag on the floor beside his bed and grabbed up the map. He sprawled onto the bed with his back against the matress. He looked at the map closely. It was of the island they were going to be at for the tournament.

He noted the few specifically marked spots. He believed that if somneone wanted to fight, those were the places to go. He found one spot that would be almost perfect to avoid the competition. He devised strategies he would explain to his companions when they arrived. He had no doubt that they would.

The namek put the map back into the bag and pulled the scouter out again.

"How do you use this", the namek wondered. His thoughts soon reverted back to his weapon. "They're out to see me dead. First the lights, now this."

Retane pocketed the scouter and snatched his weapon out of the bag. It was abox. Actually the weapon was in the box. Retane casually flipped the top open and with a flick of the wrist, fifty-four cards slammed into the plam of his other hands. It was the Deck of Cards.

He looked at the cards. They were simulair to your average deck of cards but it seemed Syntex had made them their own. Where the spade would be on the cards, there were skulls,. the hearts had actual bloody hearts, the clubs became a GPS tracking system and the diamonds were replaced with medkit symbols. If Retane had seen the weapons list he would have had a clue as to what the last two actually stood for.

Retane figured he could possibly make money while he waited so he took the two jokers, the big joker had the face of Broli with his name under it and the little joker had the face of Goku with his name under it was well, and pocketed them. He shuffled and bridged the remaining cards, looking for someone to gamble with.

(OOC: I don't know if we are going with Goku being in second at 2005 or Trunks since he switched characters. So I just went with Goku. Let me know if we are going that Trunks came in second and I'll change my desription.)

[The Not Cool Not Tapion]

Tapion sat and watched, waiting for something interesting to happen in the ship. It was rather boring, so watching the people meet and greet each other was interesting. At the same time, though, he felt left out as nobody had come to talk to him but they go talk to the others. It mattered very little, though.

As the emotionless orbs in the sea of white scanned the room, they fell upon a green man, nay, a Namekian. The konat hadn't seen a Namekian in a long time. The eyes fell to his hands. The green, lengthy fingers held cards, and shuffled them. Cards?

Why didn't I get cards?

The bewildered konat searched his supplies bag again to find that his first observation was correct, he had no deck of cards, yet the Namek did. Both fighters had nobody around them talking so the konat-jin took it upon himself to make the first move. Putting the weight on his hands, he pushed off the small cot and rose to his feet. There was small thuds for every step as his combat boots led him to the green figure holding the deck of cards.

"Hello. I'm Tapion, and you are?"

The black eyes fell upon the face of the Namek as he looked up, stopping the shuffling motion with his hands.

OOC: Retane, this is to you.

[Hellfighter 17]

The hell fighter slowed down as neared the exit which lead to the park. The dim lighting of the bar allowed his pupils to dilate greatly. Once he stepped outside, the artificial lighting caused his eyes his inner eye to contract quickly, but his processors allowed the process to happen quickly and eliminate most of the discomfort that an ordinary human would endure.

Squinting his eyes, Seventeen looked about. The area was very bright and had a lively feel to it, but most of the people in here seemed to serious or apathetic to enjoy the serene view. There were some who had a cheerful fa?ade to their faces, but they were the optimists who wanted to put a brighter outlook on things after finding out what they had signed up for, but their pale cheeks and limping shoulders gave them all away to the robot.

There was one person that the hell fighter recognized among the collected people. The saiyan was average height, appearing to be five feet and nine inches, but his distance away didn?t allow am estimate with great certainty. The father smirked a bit, reminiscing over Friend or Foe II when the two were promptly taken out by Brim?s kind in a dusty shack soon after they met up. He couldn?t even remember the boy?s name since he stored it on his scouter which had been stolen.

?Hello,? he chimed in, trying to catch the boy?s attention after walking up the young lad. He was still a few meters away, which caused the humanoid?s greeting to go unheard. As he was about to step closer and repeat himself, he could feel his body rapidly heat up.

Every part of him began to shake violently, every atom within his body rising to thousands of degrees within a thousandth of a second. Before Seventeen could try and stop the process?or even consciously realize it to its fullest extent?every part of his body vanished form the park, leaving the air that surrounded the being to be very hot, but only a couple hundred degrees, which was a small fraction of what the robot was at.

Seventeen?s eyes were bombarded by the light of the neon sign which stood before him as he reappeared. His body was still violently shaking, but that stopped after a hundredth of a second, which was still long enough for him to feel the effects. He didn?t doubt that this was the work of the people who were in charge of Dante?s Abyss, but he simply dismissed it, having been teleported by others before. The sign that was in-front of him read ?VIP Lounge,? with ?VIP? clearly standing for ?Very Ill-fated People,? or at least that is how the hell fighter interpreted it.

He looked behind him, to see if there was anything other than the door below the glowing sign, but it appeared it was a small room that only gave him one choice other than using his power, but after experiencing the last Dante?s Abyss, he knew that that would quite work. ?Well, then,? he began, grabbing onto the doorknob, ?I guess it?s this way.? He turned the spherical door handle, which was cold to the tough, giving him the chance to enter the room.

He could see three walls, with the two to each of his side lined with twenty-two beds each, making them longer then the adjoining walls. He realized that there was a piece of paper in his hand. It was a folded piece of yellow paper, which when unfolded took the length of ten four inches. On it was written ?#8? in a rather feminine style writing. There was also a smudging of shorts that happened when the paper was folded. Using some identifying tools that his central processing unit had mastery over, he discerned that it used to be in the shape of lips, which had subtle curves to them. The colour was a deep bluish-pink, one that could easily stand out in the hot pinks and rosy reds of current popular culture. His eyes widened at this deduction. It brought his mind to Selipa, the one whom he was sent to kill but ended up falling in love with her. The mere thought of another woman made him think it was an infidelity, so he quickly stashed the paper into his pocket to take it off of his mind.

He tried to alleviate him mind of the lustrous female saiya-jin by deducing the use of his labeling as number eight. He looked around, and he quickly noticed that all of the beds were adorned with a number over each. He looked to his right, reasoning that all of the odd integers would be placed over there, and it just so happened to be the fourth farthest form him. He began walking towards it, passing several others, but keeping his eyes on the bed. As he became but a few feet from it, he noticed that there was a backpack-looking bag sitting atop it, which was also labeled with the infamous ?#8.?

He took a few more steps, though weary of the possible contents. He took the sticky that was placed on top of the bag, noting the same female neatness on the note, but there was no lipstick imprint on this one, only the letters ?X? and ?O? in the formation ?xox xox,? all in lower case. He raised an eyebrow of confusion over this and stuffed this note into his pocket as well, rolling his eyes slowly. He focused himself back onto the backpack, pulling on one of the three zippers that were imparted to it. After opening up the main compartment, he smiled widely. Looking at a piece of fabric that built into the compartment, it showed a small list:

Two day supply of both bread and water.
Compass.
Map.
Basic scouter.
Weapon.

The hell fighter could see the weapon in this compartment, which was in two pieces that could easily be put together, and after some digging he found the ?basic scouter.? He decided not to put it on for not?he would save that for when he arrived on Dante. He opened the next, smaller compartment, which contained his source of food and water. ?Haha, water,? he said, thinking about how devastating it is to his mechanical parts, but how essential it is for his organic constituents. Closing the other two, he loosed into the last one, which was rather small. It contained a map, which felt to be made of a fairly durable material, and a compass, which looked like it was from the early days of international navigation on Earth.

He closed the last compartment, and dropped the bag to the side of the bed. He sat on the mattress, holding his face in his hands. ?I never get the chance to think anymore,? he said, consoling over his missed opportunity to save his daughter form the hellish arlians. He laid down, placing his hands behind his head, trying to concentrate on an event that happened earlier. ?I could have sworn I saw Burter,? he said, forcing the image of the scaly leader?that is, former leader, since it appeared Yamu had things under control with the new Pitch Black and the childlike reptile.

?Seventeen!? Trunks broke in, leaving Thirteen?s side for a moment.

?Trunks?!? he said, sitting up with his arms supporting his upper body.

OOC: Sorry, Goku Junior, but FKC needs to do some schtuff.

[Kami]

Kami entered the VIP room, recieving a bag with some supplies as he walked through the door. A chubby looking man informed him he had been assigned a bed and was given a number based on his name being drawn. He took a peek inside the bag and smiled, "Wonderful." then tossed it down on the bed.

He was now forced to sit around and wait for the contest to start, unable to partake in anything outside of meeting people in the room. Waiting was always the worst part, the anticipation only builds and the people who can't take the pressure crack right before everything goes down.

A big red number "11" was at the foot of the bed. He looked around at the assortment of people that were gathering in the room as well. There was a tall blonde man talking to a long haired guy who wasn't giving off an energy reading Android...hmmm He decided to wander over to talk to these two, spimply because he had nothing better to do and the blonde guy looked familiar.

He pushed the bag up to the pillow on his bed and wandered over to the guys who he saw talking. "Hey fellas...have we met before?"

OOC: Approcahing Trunks and 17 and whoever else is standing there... =P

[Retane]

The Namek looked up at the words. He had never seen one of this being's race before. He actually had no memory of a being that even similair to him. He was shorter then the namek, his skin was a pailsh peach color. His ears, were rather large. Retane wondered if they were radar sensitive or something. After a few moments of observing the stranger, Retane accepted his offer to converse openly.

"I am Retane."

Tapion nodded as he accepted the responce. The mercenary could sense that the warrior, had not come over just to find his name. Retane looked at his weapon for a moment. How could he use a fucking deck of cards as a weapon!? That question wouldn't leave his mind anytime soon.

"What race are you Tapion?"

"I am a Konat", came the simplistic answer.

Konat? No, never had I heard of them.

"What of your Planet?"

"Planet Konats. Kind of like you. A Namekian from planet Namek."

The mercenary nodded. He looked back at his cards as he shuffled them a bit more. He moved to allow plenty of sitting room for his guess. "Though this is suppose to be a weapon, I find it's better suited for enjoyment", began the green toned warrior. "Care for a game? If so what you want to play?"

(OOC: Balls in your court.)

[Tobias]

?Sir.? A young man?s voice punctuated Garlic?s daydream. The goblin grunted, refusing to look at anything besides the back of his eyelids.

?Are you Garlic? Garlic Junior?? He let one eye open a bit and looked at the acne-riddled face of a young DA Official. Was this good news or bad news?

?Yes I am.? He didn?t think he broke any rules. Maybe you weren?t allowed to sleep on park benches.

?Well, Congratulations. You are Dante?s Abyss contestant number 7.? The twenty something held out a hand and smiled a genuine smile.

?Holy shit! That?s great!? Both eyes were open now. Wide open. The corners of his mouth tugged into a huge grin. Garlic jumped out of his reclined position and stood on the bench so he was level with the messenger. He immediately seized the official?s hand with both of his own and shook vigorously. The young man let out a small whimper as the bones began to fracture. Garlic realized how much happiness he was broadcasting and let go as quickly as he had taken it. A small cough formed in his throat as if that would mask his reaction.

?Erm? I mean, only number 7? I should have been the first those bastards.? He hoped no one noticed the purplish blush creeping into his cheeks. ?So where too now?? Tear rimmed eyes looked at Garlic as the official cradled his broken fingers.

?To the ship,? the man?s voice broke slightly, ?There will be a VIP lounge and the items you will be permitted during DA. Ow??

Garlic let himself be lead onboard and to the lounge. For such a grandiose names as ?VIP Lounge? it looked more like a military barracks. The seventh bed was his he supposed and immediately he checked out the rations and equipment to be used in the competition. When he zipped that bag back up he was suddenly hit with the sense that the game was on. He stared at the last inch the zipper had to go in momentary panic. He hadn?t come out of the last one alive. He hadn?t even fought. What the hell was he doing here? Doubt wriggled in his stomach and called forth worried thoughts. It was foreign to him, to doubt success without even starting a fight. Sure he had lost hope in the middle of a battle once or twice, but his own arrogance never before let him actually worry about how he would do in the pregame. It was too akin to cowardice for his liking. Doubt melted into anger. With snarl he finished the zipper and looked at his competition. The game was now, even before the first punch. A knot of people were growing by the first bed he noticed. ?You can squash a bee but when the swarm comes you run,? a voice muttered in his head. He would have to check it out. The goblin puffed out his chest and took on the fa?ade of extreme confidence to fool them and himself.

?Planning on a team,? he asked in what he hoped was a confident, yet conversational tone. ?I am Garlic Junior,? he nodded in the mockery of a bow. ?Lets say we talk strategy. There is wisdom in the saying ?Strength in numbers?.?

[Android 17]

Seventeen smiled slightly at the cat and nodded out a little bit while Violet introduced the cat-like animal to the rest of Civil Unrest. When the inebriated female finally finished, and Puar settled down for a catnap, the android turned his attention up to the nightline above his head. The artificial moonlight wasn?t intense enough that it veiled the stars in its brilliance, and that was something that Seventeen was happy with. Soon enough, Violet began to speak once again, but the cyborg was having problems understanding her. It seemed the mass amount of alcohol had gained a temporary victory over her liver, and as a result, her words were a slurred amalgamation of syllables and sounds. The android felt a hand fall onto his left shoulder and he spun to see that Super Buu had managed to stand off his haunches long enough to shamble his way over.

?Hi,? the bubblegum-colored monster said, the faint smell of liquor emanating from his vacuous maw. ?It?s been a while, how?s the training with Vine?? Seventeen smiled; surprised the golem had sobered up enough that he could handle a conversation.

?I didn?t really get time to start it,? the cybernetic warrior said, clearing his throat before resuming his explanation. ?I was absorbed in the extravagance of his game the day after we sparred, so I figured I?d take the opportunity to make sure I haven?t got any rust,? the pun elicited a drunken chuckle from the magical construct.

?Seventeen?? The voice was deep and ominous, and it immediately caused the android?s attention to divert to his left. A man stood there, clothed entirely in black and holding a clipboard. Even his eyes were concealed beneath a pair of ebony sunglasses, despite the fact that there was no sun in the sky.

?That?s him!? Super Buu declared, placing his other hand on the android?s right shoulder and proceeding to shake Seventeen violently. Escaping from the drunken wrath of the taller Majin warrior, the cybernetic warrior took the man aside and listened as he started to speak.

?You have been selected to participate in this year?s Dante?s Abyss. Congratulations, this is a great honor, and if you will follow me, I will take you to the VIP Lounge. That is were you will find all of your rations, receive your assigned weapon, and meet with the other selected participants,? when the Syntex employee stopped talking, the whole of Civil Unrest?who had assembled behind the man and android like a gang of schoolchildren watching their friend get yelled at by a teacher?erupted into a fit of cheers. The jubilation lasted for a few more minutes before the man in black ushered Seventeen out of the park. Without a single word, he led the eager machine-hybrid down one of the back hallways of the complex and through a rather lavish, ornate door. Beyond the door was a room filled with a multitude of beds and about a dozen other warriors. The employee read the android to his assigned bed: Number 13.

?How lucky,? the machine-hybrid muttered with a grin as the man unhooked a bag lying on the white sheets of the bed and handed it to him.

?Wait in this room until further announcements,? with that said, the employee departed, leaving Seventeen to dump the contents of the bag onto his bed. He took a note of each item as he returned it to the sack: compass, basic scouter, rations for about a day or two, and pieces for some type of weapon. With all of his supplies back in his assigned bag, the raven-haired warrior sat down at the end of his bed. He glanced at the first dozen competitors to be selected and saw some people he recognized: there was Thirteen?who probably wasn?t even the same android anyway?and the doppelganger from Friend or Foe. Seventeen came to the conclusion that he was in for one hell of a fun time.

?Seventeen?? The android turned to his left and noticed Goku Junior?the young saiya-jin who he had taken with him to Vegeta. The boy seemed to mull over something in his head as his gaze traveled from Seventeen to the doppelganger and then back again.

?I?m the real one Goku,? the android said, smiling lightly as he motioned for the boy to sit down next to him. ?So what did you learn while you were on Vegeta??

[Minoshia]

His brother vanished before his eyes, taken away as quickly as he had come. The small Konat sat lonely in his booth at the restaurant, sipping at his orange juice and waiting for his sandwich to come. Emotion usually deserted the Konat, something about being around a plethora of strong warriors, especially his brother, left him vulnerable to incredibly mood swings, usually violent ones. Doubt had crept into the pits of his stomach, never was he susceptible to being nervous before a fight. Where blood was shed, he felt at home. The feeling was foreign to him, this lonely despair, and this burning hatred for everything. He stared at his glass of orange juice, not purposely, but it was the only thing in front of him he could focus on while his mind wandered it?s own depth.

?Excuse me sir?? The voice disrupted the Konat, his eyes quickly ignited to a red pit of fire. The glass of orange juice exploded before him, tearing the glass outwards and showering the opposite seat with a raining haze of orange nectar. Minoshia?s eyes faded back to green and he looked over at the blonde pretty nurse, whose expression had faded from the loving smile everyone gives young children to bewilderment and fear. ?? Your sandwich??

?Thank you.? Minoshia nodded and muttered the two words so he could barely hear them, he sincerely doubted she could. But it didn?t matter; she took off like a bat out of hell, high heels clamping down on the hard tiles. Arms stiff at her sides and hands flailing. The Konat shrugged his shoulders and lifted the sandwich, biting into its deliciousness.

?Minoshia?? The Prince dropped his lunch, shaking his head and tensing his shoulders. Turning his neck and staring at the being in a revolting manner, how many times would he be interrupted in one meal? His inner anger and rage was hid playfully by the mask he wore, the young child that he was. It was the same people that had come from his brother; he slowly rose without responding and followed them towards his destiny.

Boarding the ship, one of the men hit him in the chest with a small bag. After recoiling and throwing a face of death at the attacker, he walked forward into the ship. He had been instructed to go to the ?VIP Room?. It was easy to find, it was the center of the ship and the largest room. As he walked inside he noted the humble nature of the ?VIP? room, it was nothing special. A mess of beds and some warriors chatting, or playing cards. He immediately noted his brother playing cards with some ignorant Namek across the room, his name unknown to the Konat. He looked at the small index card he had been handed; a chicken scrawled number was left alone on the cold white parchment, #09.

He made his way over to the bed he presumed to be his, ignoring the fact that Android 13 was in his presence, the hated rival. He sat on the cot with the vibrantly red ?#09? on the base of the bed and looked through his satchel, Simple food, compass, map, and a very useful item. Minoshia smiled on the inside and pulled the strings of his bag closed, leaning over his bed and tossing it underneath. He noted the bad looks he got from some of the warriors, looking at him like some useless child. In a way, that was all he really was.

OOC- anyone can come talk to me. Or RP calling me over, anything works.

[The Not Cool Not Tapion]

"Well, Retane..."

Tapion thought of the different card games he knew. While thinking of which he was wondering how cards could be a weapon. What the hell was that? He would have been pissed if he had gotten that. At least the konat had something manly. A list of games came to mind and he named a popular one.

"How about Black Jack?"

Retane seemed to think on this and when doing so, the konat looked over to the new entry. Minoshia? Minoshia! A smile curled on those pale lips as he called his younger brother over with a wave. They could continue their conversation over a game of cards with this Namekian, Retane.

"Minoshia! Come on over!"

The younger prince of konat-jin looked up from his cot, as if he was asking 'who, me?'.

"Yeah, you! Come over here bro!"

The younger konat realized it was his brother, and doing so, hopped up and walked over to the two with the cards. As he was coming over, the beaming konat turned his gaze towards the lean, green machine. Tapion proceeded to explain who Minoshia was as the young konat stepped forward.

"That's Minoshia. He's my younger brother, also a konat. We are the last survivors." The namekian just seemed to nod in interest as Tapion finished up, "So anyway, black jack?"

Retane agreed to the game as the younger brother finally got to the two, "Mino, sit down and join us in black jack. I taught you a long time ago back on our home planet."


OOC: Mino I RPed you coming over to me and Retane and us starting black jack.

[Android-18]

Just like that, she was whisked away from finally trying to see him. Workers for the event came and informed her that she was indeed selected to play. Her mouth fumbled with words, excuses, wants. No actual words were formed. She was ushered away, she was tried looking back in an attempt to catch the Saiya-Jin?s gaze. Life was being quite the bitch these days. It was obviously good news that she had been selected, but why now? She finally accepted it and got over the shock of being so cruelly led away. The two men led her to the room where everyone else was. It was the VIP room, and she was one of them. Number 15, actually. None of that matter. Begrudgingly she meandered to her bed and immediately laid down on it and buried her face into the pillow. Regardless of who saw her, she was too upset to care.

She hadn?t bothered to check who was also here. She also hadn?t checked what kind of weapon she had gotten. She would find out soon enough. After a few moments of lying there, almost suffocating, she turned and stared off into the distance like she usually did. How would she do in this game? She had not won many things these days. She wondered where she was, exactly, too. She hadn?t paid much attention as she was led here. Was it the ship that would take them to their destination? It was somewhat annoying that the beds were out in the open. She liked her privacy. She wondered, if Raditzu didn?t get in, when would she ever see him again? She had waited too long, and it may be too late. Overwhelmed with misery she clutched the pillow again.

[Orion]

OOC: Uh Kami, who's the long blonde haired guy?

IC:
"Seventeen!" Trunks cried out, feeling a little relieved that the android was nearby. His face was etched with concern, crouching on the end of the bed. The android looked as bad as the halfling did before his conversation with Thirteen. Without intentionally doing so, he took a few steps away from his silver maned ally and helped Seventeen to his feet.

"Trunks!?" he said in a weak form of happy surprise. The presence of the hybrid seemed to calm him, if only a little. He had a similar bag on his bed.

"How are you holding up?" the halfling asked, if only to be polite. Perhaps if he was thinking a little more straight, he wouldn't have asked such a question.

Seventeen furrowed his brow. "I've been better. Have you seen Cell around?"

"Can't say that I have," Trunks responded. "He was left in the cell when we got dragged out."

"Hey fellas... have we met before?"

"Huh?" Trunks turned around to see a rather elderly Namekian approaching them. Thirteen walked over to rejoin the conversation as the green skin got to them also.

"You... kinda look familiar," Trunks remarked, squinting his eyes as he tried to recall the mysterious Namek. "You're... Kami, right?"

"Got it in one, kid," the snappy guardian replied.

"I remember seeing you years ago atop the Lookout Tower," Trunks continued, "about the time I was fu-- uh, about the time I was fu-lly aware of your position there." The halfling stifled his words, afraid that he almost revealed that he was a fusion. Kami looked at him with a quick quizzical glance. Trunks hoped that he didn't remember about his fusion. And if he did, that he wouldn't mention it.

Kami seemed just as eager to skirt the issue. "So... you guys forming an alliance?"

"Well," Trunks hadn't considered that he was doing so, but with Thirteen joining him and finding his travelling companion Seventeen, it appeared he was. "Yeah, I guess so."

"I might just hang around for a while," the elder Namek stated. "I've been to one of these things before. It'd be good to at least ally myself before everyone's dead. Besides, you could use my power."

Kami smirked. He knew he was powerful, and had no intentions of hiding the fact. Trunks used his ethereal ki sense on the Namek, and almost took a step back upon uncovering the energy he was surpressing.

"Sure, stick around," Trunks tried to say as nonchalantly as he could. He really hoped he didn't have to square off with Kami.

?Planning on a team?? came another voice from behind the halfling. ?I am Garlic Junior,? he nodded in the mockery of a bow. He was very short, but dressed himself in clothes that made him seem important to the casual observer. His skin was very light green; he almost looked like a Namekian, but his power signature didn't have the same feel as Kami's did. Whatever he was, though, he still held considerable strength.

?Lets say we talk strategy. There is wisdom in the saying ?Strength in numbers?.?

"Sure, join the bandwagon," Trunks said enthusiastically. Perhaps this was going to be less bloody than he was expecting.

OOC: I hope I included/roleplayed everyone OK. For a quick summary, Trunks, HF, Thirteen, Kami and GJ are standing here.

[Banned Dana]

Thirteen looked at the odd looking group of contestants, they seriously looked odd together. With a Namekian, two androids, one half-sayajin, and some strange alien looking figure, it was no wonder everyone in the room was giving the five man alliance a stare down. Though not a single one of them cared, they all bustled about, giving a bit of space in between each other. Sitting down on his bed, the droid waited for everyone to stop moving before asking the big question.

?So,? Thirteen kept his voice low so no one out of the group could hear. ?Does anyone have a clue as to what we should do??

Surprisingly, no one stepped forward with an answer straight off the bat, each seemed too locked in the thoughts over how this group could actually work together. This was actually reasonable, after all, some had just met for the first time in years and it was difficult to completely trust someone when you were locked in mortal combat against them. Each one of them also know that in the end, there could only be one champion of the games, meaning that all but one of them was destined to die. It was exactly the most uplifting of truths, but it was the key thing that would allow them to survive as a group, to make it as far as possible together, that?s why they had formed this alliance.

Figuring that he had just figured out the answer himself, the machine-hybrid kept his quiet, listening to the others begin their own conversations. Hellfighter Seventeen and Trunks seemed locked in conservation, though it was just a brief dealing. Both Kami and Garlic Junior stood there, completely dumbfounded, wondering what to do next. Finally, Thirteen stood to his feet and stretched. Every other person in the group looked at the droid as if he had something wrong with him. Turning to face the group, he smiled as they all silenced themselves to listen in on what he had to say.

?It?s nothing important really.? Thirteen blustered out, he wasn?t sure what to do, but he couldn?t just sit around doing nothing. ?It?s just, I?m sick of sitting around. We need something to do to keep us busy whilst we wait for the start of the games, I say we get a bit of a warm up in and stretch our limbs.?

The rest of the group kind of looked around, trying to keep their gaze from locking onto the machine?s. Confused as to why this was such a big deal, Thirteen threw his hands into the air and sat back down on his bed, this could really be a long day. Throwing his legs up onto the blankets and sitting Indian style, the humanoid looked onto his team mates with a hopefully gaze.

?Well then,? came back Thirteen, a bit frustrated that his idea was shot down. ?Any other suggestions??

The rest of the group looked almost as clueless as he did, but then again, they were just as anxious for this thing to start as he was. They only had one thought in their heads at the moment, survival, everything else was just a side dish, as mediocre as mediocrity could get. Sighing, Thirteen figured that he would just hang with the crew, build up the trust with them and just do as they said. He knew that he was powerful, but he didn?t know how powerful the others were in comparison. Trying for leadership wasn?t exactly on his list of things to do, instead, he would follow, regardless of power, after all, it was what he was good at, Red Ribbon had taught him that trick.