05-22-2007, 11:09 PM
Well, I got outta class at 3:30, ready to crank out my attempt at signing up for DA, and I get there, and realize I miscalculated, and sign ups were over. Anyway, since I had the thing written out anyway, I'd just like to know what y'all think. Maybe I'll use it for next year if I'm still here, and still Cell, with a few obvious changes:
A pair of guards stood outside the building for signups to Dante's Abyss, struggling to deal with the masses of people everywhere causing general choas. As he pepper-sprayed a particularly rowdy fan, his scouter beeped, and he looked to the sky, seeing nothing, and yet his scouter began to calculate a far off powerlevel that seemed to be inbound. As the calculation finished, it topped off at just over a million, unimpressive, to be sure, at least if the being behind that power expected to do anything in DA.
"Hey, Douglas, look sharp, we've got a Saiyan coming in," Said the guard to his partner, gesturing in the general direction the power seemed to be. "What're you talking about, Steve, my scouter reads a Namekian," replied his partner. Looking back, Douglas saw that his scouter now read a Changeling, and then switched to Human. "What the hell..." muttered Steve, his scouter reading similiarly.
Suddenly the power signature disappeared, much to the pair's puzzlement until the screams of humans filled their ears. In the midst of the fleeing crowds stood a sleek green being, a long, pointed tail swinging casually behind it. Smirking, the insectile walked forward, silence suddenly stilling all but the sound of the monster's feet as it moved, the formerly obnoxious crowds seperating wordlessly to make a path to the reception desk.
Cell's tail flitted to and fro, faster than the human eye could see, siphoning small amounts of energy from each human in sight. He hungered, and yet, he did not wish to upset his chance at this "Dante's Abyss" and thus he left them with a mark that would be dismissed as a mere insect bite as he passed. Arriving at the signup desk, he stood silently, waiting for the receptionist to acknowledge him.
The terrified human tried his best to look busy examining the forms of other applicants, but soon it became obvious the demon would not be deterred so easily. Looking up, he swallowed. "You no doubt wish to sign up for Dante's Abyss...sir?" He asked, unable to determine the sex of the strange applicant. Cell said nothing, the answer was obvious, given by the simple fact that the humans were all still alive.
Swallowing again, the receptionist pulled out a sheet of paper. "Your name, please, sir?" "Cell," Came the reply, the harsh voice sending a chill down the spines of all who had not already run away. "Very well...Cell, all we require of you is a demonstration of your power. Please, come with me," continued the receptionist, walking towards a nearly unseen door, pressing a place on the wall to open it. The pair traveled down a short hallway, ending in a room filled with rings of metal, each set equipped with cameras, an ample space at the center for maneuvering.
Grinning, Cell vanished, reappearing at the center of the rings as the receptionist rushed into a hidden office to record. Holding his hands at either side of him, Cell began gathering energy, a faint green light gathering around him. A hiss slid from his mouth as the light grew, growing brighter and brighter until Android 21 was almost completely lost to sight. With a yell, the energy exploded outwards, crashing into the first wave of rings, which suddenly glowed yellow, holding back the explosion.
Almost immediately, the first set of rings gave in, disintegrating. The second set f rings lasted little longer, also vanishing under the onslaught of the Explosive Wave. The third and final set of rings held, drawing on all the power of the building. All the lights elsewhere went dark, pulling all the power to the rings, except that of the cameras, of course. The receptionist shook with fear at the sight of the swirling emerald energy, highlighting it's master surreally, the containment rings seeming feeble in comparison as the would-be contestant exerted his will upon them.
The metal of the rings began to glow red, the intense heat melting it. The last rings collapsed and just as the energy was about to destroy the office with the receptionist, it dissipated, removed just as easily as the terror had summoned it forth. As the lights of the building flickered dimly, Cell looked at the receptionist, smiling. Sighing, the fearful man led the insectoid to a teleportation tube, glad to be rid of this horrific warrior.
A pair of guards stood outside the building for signups to Dante's Abyss, struggling to deal with the masses of people everywhere causing general choas. As he pepper-sprayed a particularly rowdy fan, his scouter beeped, and he looked to the sky, seeing nothing, and yet his scouter began to calculate a far off powerlevel that seemed to be inbound. As the calculation finished, it topped off at just over a million, unimpressive, to be sure, at least if the being behind that power expected to do anything in DA.
"Hey, Douglas, look sharp, we've got a Saiyan coming in," Said the guard to his partner, gesturing in the general direction the power seemed to be. "What're you talking about, Steve, my scouter reads a Namekian," replied his partner. Looking back, Douglas saw that his scouter now read a Changeling, and then switched to Human. "What the hell..." muttered Steve, his scouter reading similiarly.
Suddenly the power signature disappeared, much to the pair's puzzlement until the screams of humans filled their ears. In the midst of the fleeing crowds stood a sleek green being, a long, pointed tail swinging casually behind it. Smirking, the insectile walked forward, silence suddenly stilling all but the sound of the monster's feet as it moved, the formerly obnoxious crowds seperating wordlessly to make a path to the reception desk.
Cell's tail flitted to and fro, faster than the human eye could see, siphoning small amounts of energy from each human in sight. He hungered, and yet, he did not wish to upset his chance at this "Dante's Abyss" and thus he left them with a mark that would be dismissed as a mere insect bite as he passed. Arriving at the signup desk, he stood silently, waiting for the receptionist to acknowledge him.
The terrified human tried his best to look busy examining the forms of other applicants, but soon it became obvious the demon would not be deterred so easily. Looking up, he swallowed. "You no doubt wish to sign up for Dante's Abyss...sir?" He asked, unable to determine the sex of the strange applicant. Cell said nothing, the answer was obvious, given by the simple fact that the humans were all still alive.
Swallowing again, the receptionist pulled out a sheet of paper. "Your name, please, sir?" "Cell," Came the reply, the harsh voice sending a chill down the spines of all who had not already run away. "Very well...Cell, all we require of you is a demonstration of your power. Please, come with me," continued the receptionist, walking towards a nearly unseen door, pressing a place on the wall to open it. The pair traveled down a short hallway, ending in a room filled with rings of metal, each set equipped with cameras, an ample space at the center for maneuvering.
Grinning, Cell vanished, reappearing at the center of the rings as the receptionist rushed into a hidden office to record. Holding his hands at either side of him, Cell began gathering energy, a faint green light gathering around him. A hiss slid from his mouth as the light grew, growing brighter and brighter until Android 21 was almost completely lost to sight. With a yell, the energy exploded outwards, crashing into the first wave of rings, which suddenly glowed yellow, holding back the explosion.
Almost immediately, the first set of rings gave in, disintegrating. The second set f rings lasted little longer, also vanishing under the onslaught of the Explosive Wave. The third and final set of rings held, drawing on all the power of the building. All the lights elsewhere went dark, pulling all the power to the rings, except that of the cameras, of course. The receptionist shook with fear at the sight of the swirling emerald energy, highlighting it's master surreally, the containment rings seeming feeble in comparison as the would-be contestant exerted his will upon them.
The metal of the rings began to glow red, the intense heat melting it. The last rings collapsed and just as the energy was about to destroy the office with the receptionist, it dissipated, removed just as easily as the terror had summoned it forth. As the lights of the building flickered dimly, Cell looked at the receptionist, smiling. Sighing, the fearful man led the insectoid to a teleportation tube, glad to be rid of this horrific warrior.