Day One: Early Morning

[Burter Jr]

Day One
Midnight - 6:00 AM

"Ladies and Gentlemen," came a voice on the intercom in the VIP Room. "It's Karl Jak here! I hate to interupt, but we are above the island. The game will begin in 20 seconds! Your location will be marked on your map! Good luck!"

It was dead night on the island. The only sounds in the distance were crickets chirping in the forests.

Until Forty-Four warriors were teleported to random locations.

"Can everyone hear me?" Came Karl's voice on the megaphones across the island. "Welcome to your new home for the next seven days! Here is all you need to know:

Find each other. Kill each other.

If a winner is not found in seven days...nobody wins! So let's not let that happen, kay? Good luck, kiddies!"




The game is on. Probably a lot of fights gonna happen as groups find each other and the number of parties lessen. With that in mind, probably not a whole lot of deaths today, even if we have lots of fights...but I'm sure someone will fall victim =o

Basically, what I mean is: I'll be going easy on eliminations because I know right now there are 44 different travelling parties, and fights are inevitable. However, that won't stop me from killing your character if you're really outclassed.

Anyway, it's gonna be night time. The moon will gradually go down as the sun threatens to come up towards 6:00 AM. Collars are officially activated.

Remember, don't go too crazy on RPs. I'm all for reading, but don't make my head explode. I'd rather read four small roleplays then a novel.

[Krillin]

Krillin looked at the paper in his hands. For all the technology and power he had seen thus far, his note seemed a little cheap. Crumpled, loose-leaf paper, folded a few times, and scribbled upon with a faulty pen. Luckily, the handwriting was quite good. Krillin knew everything he needed to know.

"Number thirty-three."

Krillin looked up. That was the number he had been assigned, back at the cheery desk, with the cheery clerk, and the cheery music playing in the cheery air. Cheeriness was a thousand miles away from this place. Here, amidst the blinking red lights and sinister chops of the propeller, there was nothing but a heaviness. Heaviness made Krillin rather nervous.

"Hello? Number thirty-three?"

Krillin stepped up to the platform, where the official ran a card over a port on his collar. It blinked twice, made a generic beep, and whirred to life.

"Your collar is activated. In this bag are your supplies for the trip. Weaponry, food, and whatnot. You know the deal. Your location is coming up. Have a fantastic day."

Krillin thanked him for the information. Following this, a bookbag flew out from the darkness, caught Krillin on the torso, and carried his body out the 'plane.

At impact, Krillin gauged his surroundings. Unsure of what, exactly, to do, he did the only thing that came to mind: finding a safe spot, making a camp of sorts, and preparing himself for the time to come.

[Retane]

Retane looked around. Though it was night the moon allowed for viisbility. He saw a few gray buildings scattered around. His initial thoght was to explore them, but he figured there actually was nothing in there that would help him at the time. If he did find something that might be of use there, it would only weigh him down. He felt his neck and grunted at the collar. He hoped he wouldn't fall death to the wicked contraption.

He coudln't move to his selected strategic spot quite yet. Once the island's population began to dwindle, then he would take position in the secluded area of choice. TIll then he would have to pick a different strategey. Setting things up so he could begin his tactical strategey by means of one simple way; kill.

An idea popped into his green skull. If the Deck of Cards were to be part of deciding his life then perhaps they should decide where he will first proceed to. The warrior reached in his pocket and pulled out the map, the compass, and his very deadly, Deck of Cards.

Spades north, hearts east, clubs, south, diamonds west.

He shuffled the deck and drew four cards from the top. He glanced at the four cards; seven and jack of hearts, three of clubs, two of hearts. With the map, compass, and his observation of his surroundings, the namek pinpointed his position. The warrior double checked the drawn cards and looked in the direction of the invisible path of which he would embark.

As the warrior pocketed the items, he felt the other item in his pocket, the scouter. He pulled it out and obseved it. What did it do? What was it for? Perhaps he would live long enough to figure it out. But now, it was time to travel.

The namek broke into a run in his chosen direction. It was still dark and he would like nothing more then to smell blood before the cruel sun peacked its head. He had allies and enemies out there. It was time to fine both. The would fear the sight of the Deck of Cards. They would soon know of their demise.

[Burter Jr]

Face to Face

Android 17 and Retane

Retane loved the night. His black outfit blended in perfectly with the darkness. He wasn't just a fighter now...he was a hunter. Stalk the prey...cut the prey. That's how it worked. After all, that was his whole reason for signing up to play. The thrill of the adventure.

As he carefully and quietly padded his way across the field, Retane could hear some shuffling from the left. He gripped his bag, sneaking in close. The area he heard the noise from was littered with tall trees that extended into the sky. He looked past a tree, into the area between the circle.

A figure was bent down on one knee, doing something with his bag. Retane could barely seen a long outline of a peice of metal in his hand. Apparantly he was trying to fit something together, or perhaps try to get it out, or into the bag. Regardless, it didn't matter.

The namekian pulled out a card from his deck. The Ace of Spades. Heh...how appropriate.

The hunt was over. Time for the kill.

Retane flung the card forward. It glided perfectly in the air, almost as if it was a knife or a dagger. The namek couldn't tell how bad the figure had been hit, but the reaction was enough to tell him he had at least done some damage.

Just as the Ace of Spades cut painfully into the arm of Android Seventeen, Retane charged out. He was silent, but the sound his foot made when he launched towards the machine was enough to let him know that someone was in his presence.

Retane threw a punch at the unlucky victim...and hit nothing but air.

Seventeen had flipped backwards into the air and gracefully landed behind the namek. He had a rather large machine-like object in his hand. "Jeez," he said sarcastically, "Quick to play, arn't you?"

Retane looked back over his shoulder at the android. He could now tell clearly who it was. Grinning, he bent down and arrogantly picked up the Ace of Spades card. "Hope you don't mind me taking that back."

"You gonna keep this going?" Seventeen pulled on a lever on the large machine he had, perhaps cocking it and getting it ready. "I suggest, for your sake, you leave."

The next moment happened fast. Retane flipped backwards, like the android had just done. In the air, he spun expertly to plant his feet onto Seventeen's weapon. The android lept into the air as well, just as Retane landed.

"What the--?!" Retane looked up as he landed.

Seventeen pulled the trigger on his rocket launcher, pointing it down on the ground as his body lept backwards and up. "I warned you!"

The namek warrior had only seconds to respond. "Shit!" He cursed, leaping forward and out of the way. When the rocket shell hit the ground, it erupted so loud and bright that it could seen, and heard, miles away. Even Seventeen, who had underestimated the blast, was thrown backwards.

Retane had only barely avoiding taking it full force, but couldn't avoid the overshock. It caught him and carried him forward, engulfing and spitting him from the flames. When he rolled up, he spun around to see if Seventeen had followed him from where he was hit. He couldn't see the trees, or Seventeen.

Though pissed he had underestimated the weapon Seventeen got, Retane wasn't blinded by his anger. He wasn't stupid. He knew when to choose his battles.

With that in mind, he got the hell out of there before Seventeen found him, and fired again.

44 Fighters Remaining

17 has a small cut on his arm. Story wound, won't affect anything. It's officially revealed that he has the Rocket Launcher

Retane's been burned up pretty bad, but nothing that will horribly affect him. Minor injury

[Orion]

"Uhhhhh," Trunks shuddered, experiencing the uncomfortable after-effect of teleportation to the island. He'd teleported many times himself, but whatever technology the Synex Corporation used made his skin crawl. Shaking off the unsettling sensation, Trunks looked around the area. It was green, lush and full of vegetation. It looked almost as if it was tenderly cared for by gardeners. The moon was high in the sky, surrounded by dazzling stars and spilling the moonlight over the island of death.

"Ugh, I feel so weird without my sword," Trunks complained to no one, feeling the empty space on his back where his scabbard usually layed. He grabbed his bag and slung it over his shoulder, somewhat similar to his sheath. Whether he had his blade or not, he knew he'd be OK. Despite earlier doubts, now that he was on the island, his anxiety had almost vanished. Kami's inspiring words reminded Trunks of his strength. Whatever was out there, he would be fine. After all, he was the prince of all saiyans.

"Hmm," the half breed thought out loud, "which way to go?" He scanned in all directions, not looking for anything in particular. Perhaps instinctively, he then ducked down, peeking up every so often for signs of other participants. Trunks didn't realise how much he had come to rely on his ki sense. It was like he was blind, removing his sixth sense.

Trunks lowered the bag down and searched through it again. Inside he found a scouter.

"Hey, I wonder if this is mine," he asked himself. Attaching it to his face, he scrolled through the commands to access the memory banks. Strangely, there was no sign of such an addition.

"Oh, it must just be a generic scouter," Trunks said, disappointed. "Oh well, at least I'll know when I'm coming up on someone."

Zipping the bag up again, he threw it over his arm once more and chose a random direction. He cleared his throat, feeling the oppressive metal collar about his neck, and started running. He prayed to the gods that he would find someone he knew.

[Violet]

The food felt good. It filled her stomach and made the memories of the dream fade into nothingness. Leaning back in the metal chair, she folded her hands over her lap and let her mind wander. The remnants of the dream were pushed aside as it tried fervently to make itself known to her. She didn?t want to remember.

"Ladies and Gentlemen," The voice crackled over the loudspeaker. "It's Karl Jak here! I hate to interrupt, but we are above the island. The game will begin in 20 seconds! Your location will be marked on your map! Good luck!"

Sure enough, Violet felt her body being vaporized as the system?s teleportation mechanism activated. Before all vision faded away, she saw the same happening to the others around her.

"Can everyone hear me?" Came Karl's voice on the megaphones across the island. "Welcome to your new home for the next seven days! Here is all you need to know:

Find each other. Kill each other.

If a winner is not found in seven days...nobody wins! So let's not let that happen, kay? Good luck, kiddies!"

The island flashed before her eyes as she was set into her destination. The moon loomed over head in the dark blanket of night, stars glimmering in the vast sea of black. It was too beautiful, too serene. It seemed ironic that such a placid vision would be smiling its blessing over an island where many people would soon meet their demise.

She feared death, but if she were to meet it, she would go in with honor, rising up to defend her very life, and should it be snuffed away from her?so be it.

Alone, Violet was left to the now reemerging thoughts of the nightmare. Slinging the sack of her supplies across her shoulder, she began walking, the moonlight lighting her grassy path, when in the distance, her eyes flickered over a monument?a building.

Curious, she blazed across the field, a trail of dust rising in her wake. It was shelter. Shelter was always good.

Her booted feet tapped against the limestone steps, and in the faint light, the gold rings of the door handles gleamed a warm welcome to her. Pushing the door open, she stepped inside. She would wait here for her allies, she resolved.

Being alone was never good.

[Raz]

Sniffing the air, the scent of sea water struck him first. The climbing moon through the darkness gave the eerie first appeal of the tree tops as the Saiya-jin glanced over his shoulder down into the rough foliage nearby. Turning back to the shifting waves far below upon the settled beach; he knelt upon the small cape of land in an observing position close to the ground...

"Can everyone hear me?" Karl's voice bellowed across the barren flats and through the thickets from positioned megaphones throughout the island. "Welcome to your new home for the next seven days! Here is all you need to know:
Find each other. Kill each other.
If a winner is not found in seven days...nobody wins! So let's not let that happen, kay? Good luck, kiddies!"

The Saiya-jin didn't dare speak, nor make a step of vibration what so ever. Obviously if there had been a pack of warriors present at the admissions there had to be at least one who could track. Slowly he closed his eyes in a solemn peace to think to himself.

"I can't feel anyone, so no ki sense. Body is heavier, so I can't fly anywhere... and it feels like this collar is giving me a rash."

Removing a small mechanical device from the pouch on his side as well as the map drawn with his position, he punched in a few buttons to receive a reading. Reaching down he picked a blade of grass and placed it in his mouth to begin chewing while he contemplated.

"Covered in both slanted and connecting positions... if I move north I could probably ditch most of the attention, then again someone else might be thinking the same and move towards the coast..."

A deep moment of concentration finally dictated the warrior's movement plan, but for the action currently he'd remain till a break of light so he could see hide or hair of his target. At a slow stroll the hybrid removed himself from his perch upon the cliff side and reestablish himself near the forest's skirt edge, easing back gently against the trunk of a tree while keeping a sharp eye upon his surroundings... The lone wolf relaxed... for the moment...

[Kami]

One moment the Namek was standing in a room full of people. The next he was lookout out across the coastline of the island. The waves gently bashed up against the beach, a lone island sat just a short distance off the shoreline. He took in a deep breath of the cool sea breeze. There was a soothing calm in the air, which he knew would soon be shattered like a falling window pane of glass.

Turning his back on the serene ocean scenery, Kami looked out across the island. There were a few notable landmarks, but nothing definitive. He also took notice of the now active collar around his neck. I hate these damn things... he gingerly touched it and then quickly moved his thoughts to the matters at hand.

Can't fly...damnit Kami wasn't new to the idea of moving without flying, and in a place like this the best idea was probably to stay low anyways. He reached into his bag, and pulled out the scouter which was inside. I guess I need this damn thing too... he put it on and hit the button. The blue lens flickered to life with numbers and readings. They were all a little new to the Namek, who prefered to rely on his own ki sense or his high tech L.E.N.S. He looked around to get a feel for the device and had it figured out in no time.

He reached into his bag again, checking on his supplies. He felt the weapon and smiled, Someone sure is in for a suprise... the water and bread were there, but since Namekians don't need to eat and drink regularly they might come in handy as barganing chips.

He strapped the bag on, looked around with the scouter, and took off running through the grass and into the heart of Dante's Abyss.

[Burter Jr]

Face to Face

Kami, Tapion and Trunks

Tapion glared over the bag he had been assigned. He checked his location on the map and that it...all he needed for now until he found a good place to relax for the night.

"Ahem," he heard.

Tap spun around, one arm extended in case he need to defend himself.

An old namekian, with his hands politely behind his back, stood in front of him. He didn't seem very threatening, but Tap was way too smart to underestimate anyone, especially someone that old and experienced. "What?" He asked, sounding ruder then he meant to.

"I'm not in the habit of attacking people with their back turned," The old namek said simply. "I figured if we were going to fight, I'd make it fair."

Tapion squinted a bit. It was odd to hear someone talk about fighting fair in a contest this big. But at the same time, it was worth respecting someone like that. "Works for me," The Konat said simply.

"Come at me, then," Kami offered.

Never one to back down, Tapion jumped forward. He threw his best martial arts punch at the elder namek, who surprised Tap with his flexibility in bending backwards to avoid it. When Kami brought a single hand up to retaliate, Tapion felt a shocking feeling to his gut. It was like Kami had grown several hundred sets of fingernails and was slamming every last one into his stomach.

Tap stumbled back, surprised. "Damn," he grunted. When he looked up, he saw Kami grinned, a hairbrush in his hand. "You stabbed me with a hairbrush?"

Kami chuckled. "Not much use on the hair department, so why not?" He pointed to his bald head.

Even the Konat had to smile at the joke. But it didn't stop him from continuing the fight. He lept up, and in a bit of super speed, slammed his foot into the jaw of Kami.

When Kami spun around in recoil to the hit, he shot a ki blast at Tap, who deflected it into the air. When Tap landed from his jump, he lept into the air again. Kami caught the kick this time. "Going up?" He asked sarcastically, and threw the warrior backwards.

Tap backflipped to catch himself. Suddenly, as he was falling back to the ground, a figure jumped from the trees and kicked him square in the spine. "Agh!" Tap shouted in surprise. He fell forward, right on his face.

Trunks landed next to Kami, perfectly.

"Ya know, I can handle him myself," the cheeky namek grinned.

"Couldn't resist," his saiyan friend laughed.

Tapion wasn't laughing. He stood up, putting his hands on in surrender. "Two on one, huh? Not my kind of odds. I'll be sure to see you gentlemen later."

While the mohawked man wasn't a coward, he wasn't a moron either. He made a break for his bag, grabbed it, and high-tailed it out of there.

"Just let him go? Just like that?" Trunks asked, surprised.

"Eh, sure. I'm too lazy to go after him," Kami shrugged. It wasn't true, but it made them both chuckle.

44 Fighters Remaining

Kami and Trunks are alligned.

It's revealed: Kami has the hairbrush.

Tapion's back is in some bad pain for a bit. Story wound, won't affect anything.

[The Not Cool Not Tapion]

The konat was pretty surprised by the strength the old namek. It mattered not, anymore. Although, his back was in a bit of pain as he sprinted away. His right hand gripped the bag holding his supplies. With every step, small tremor of pain filled his nerves, causing a small gimp. Soon enough when sprinting, though, the pain started to subside.

Some way to start out. As soon as we start I'm getting my ass kicked...

Tapion criticized himself as he kept in his stride. His red hair blew slightly back in the air resistance as he moved. The pain was starting to go away, he only hoped it wouldn't come back to him. The konat was slightly amused by his main opponent, though. The old namekian had a sense of humor and a sense of honor, it was something the mohawked warrior had rarely seen.

Thoughts ran through his mind as he moved casually, now. His pace was steady and his strides were long and more relaxed and less of trying to get away and more of moving into a different area. As he moved, the lengthy right hand moved infront of his body and with his opposite hand, he reached in, pulling out the map and holding it out as he made his way forward. Dark eyes scanned the area for a landmark that resmbles something on the map. Then he saw buildings and compared them to part of the map and figured that was where he was.

Thinking he knew where he was going, his pace seemed to quicken, covering much ground within little time. The sun, still rising from it's early morning start, hung over the horizon, giving an orange-reddish glow which continued to lighten up as he moved and time passed. His strides shortened and he slowed to a walk to keep from wearing himself out.

"No use in getting tired already, this could be a long day..."

The konat continued his journey by a relaxed walk, the pain in his back had subsided. He needed to find his brother.

[Burter Jr]

Face to Face

Garlic Jr and Tapion

Tapion broke into a jog as he felt the wind against him. Not because he was scared of being chased, he just wanted to get to where he was planning on going, and fast. It was too dark, and too early to be dealing with possible ambushes.

And just like that...he was ambushed.

He had been running past an abandoned shack when he saw a shadow leap from the roof. It carried a long object, possibly a sword or a hammer. Tap ducked the swipe and rolled forward.

When he turned, he saw a familar green demon in a fighting pose against him, holding a brown guitar in his hand. "Garlic!" Tap said, shocked.

"Tapion," the demon nodded at him. They had met previously, and had fought together. But Garlic knew it was every man for themself, and Tap didn't fit into his equation of survival. So before Tap could offer a 'how've you been?', Garlic lept at him.

Tap caught the guitar swing and hurled the little midget at the shack. Garlic hit the wall with his feet, and lept off to launch again at the Konat. This time, his little teal knee smacked into Tap's face, crunching the nose. The pain shot across Tap's face, and he fell backwards.

Both landed on the downwards spiral of the hill, and rolled downwards. Tap grabbed a rock, stopping his fall. "Damn!" He shouted aloud.

He looked seeing, Garlic still rolling down.

He had got out of another scuffle alive.

But his nose fucking hurt.

44 Fighters Remaining

Yea, I was almost tempted to kill someone, but I love the characters too much. It was close, you guys are pretty even.

Revealed: Garlic has the guitar.

Tapion's nose is broken. Minor injury

[Spencinator]

"Damnit, couldn't they have atleast provided me with some Dr. Pepper or Cheetos?
God damnit, bread and water is sooo plain." 'Buukin frowened at the lack of taste these people at Syntex had. Panbuukin was used to his diet of unhealthy food stuffs and carbonated liquids, all this food was healthy. Bleh, healthy food put a bad taste in his mouth, kinda like soap or spoiled mayonaise.

Rummaging through the rest of his bag, he found a crinkled up, musty smelling map. It showed him of his location and the other interesting spots of the island, yet the one thing he couldn't find on the map, was the one thing he had been looking for the most. A grocery store, not a single spot on the map showed the location of a local super market. This couldn't get any worse.

Oh how wrong was PBK.
What he had found at the bottom of the bag had made him cringe slightly. It was a paper fan, a friggen paper fan! This was his designated weapon of choice? What kind of drug induced haze was the person who gave him this weapon on? The person had to have been under the influence. "Sigh, this is going to be a lonnnng week, I can just tell." Rubbing his temple, 'Buukin placed his things in his bag neatly, leaving only his scouter out of the bag.

Placing it over his right eye, 'Buukin attached it to his face. The green lens now inches away from his iris. Tapping the button on the side of the scouter lightly, it whirred to life. Beeping slightly, yellow text had typed itself onto the screen.

The text read as followed: 'No lifeforms in the area at this time, thank you using the 'Scouter', the latest in power level estimating technology.' And with that, the text had vanished, leaving only a blank dot on the textless screen.

"Phew, maybe things won't be so bad on this dinky little island after all, it seems like I got off to a lucky start." With that, Panbuukin threw his bag over his shoulders and whistled lightly. "Hi ho, hi ho, it's off to work we go...." Walking south, away from the vast coastline, Panbuukin took small strides, making sure to get a closer look of his surroundings, since darkness shrouded his vision.

OCC: If my scouter is wrong about the whole lifeform thing, just say there was an error or something.

[Banned Dana]

OOC: This first one may be a bit long, but I?ve got a bit of ground to cover, I?ll do my best to keep it as short as possible though.

?Mom...er....mom...MOM!? Shrieked Thirteen as he sat upright in his bed. Beads of sweat were running down his cheeks and onto the blankets.

Realizing quickly that he wasn?t back in his old house and that he was on the spaceship heading towards death and destruction, the droid wiped the sweat off and looked around. Relieved that no one seemed to notice the android?s outburst, he swung his feet over the bed just as an announcement came over the intercom.

"Ladies and Gentlemen," came a voice on the intercom in the VIP Room. "It's Karl Jak here! I hate to interrupt, but we are above the island. The game will begin in 20 seconds! Your location will be marked on your map! Good luck!"

Hurriedly tearing open his bag and dumping it?s contents out onto the cot, Thirteen spotted the piece of paper and gave it a once over, finding a small red dot on what appeared to be his destination. The location didn?t appear to be much more than water and land, but it was definitely a good place to begin, though he would much rather have started at the peak of the mountain. Content with his destination, the machine-hybrid felt a warm breeze swirl around him like a vortex. Suddenly, the wind picked up, wisping his hair around in the air behind him. Nervous, but sure that this was the teleportation, he closed his eyes.

Before he knew it, the wind had died out and from what he could tell, it had grown quite dark. Slowly opening his eyes, Thirteen could feel a warm breeze swirl around his feet and rise up his body. The only noise in the air seemed to be coming from the crickets, the slight breeze, and crashing waves, other than that, it was dead silent. In fact, it was almost creepy to the android, but at the same time, it was almost peaceful. This reminded him of that old saying, ?the calm before the storm?.

Taking his first step forward, his size 12 boot sunk slightly into the sand beneath him. Glancing down, he spotted three little white craps running sideways through the white sand, away from the Bio-android. Turning and staring off into the ocean, he watched as the tide came crashing in, then waded back out. He knew at that moment that things weren?t going to take long to turn bloody, the only thing he could hope for was luck.

"Can everyone hear me?" Came Karl's voice on the megaphones across the island. "Welcome to your new home for the next seven days! Here is all you need to know:

Rolling his eyes, Thirteen already knew the rules, but it seemed he had no choice, all he could to was stop and listen.

Find each other. Kill each other.

?No shit.

If a winner is not found in seven days...nobody wins! So let's not let that happen, kay? Good luck, kiddies!"

Then it was silent.

Tapping a button on his scouter, the green screen scroll bar swam across the screen, illuminating a small portion of the field in front of him. The humanoid quickly realized that it wasn?t the best of the scouter series. Nearly tearing it off of his head and throwing it into the ocean, he restrained himself, for reasons he did not even know. Wondering how he was going to find anyone, Thirteen got a strange feeling to head south, as if there were someone down that way, Friend or Foe, he did not know, but then again, he didn?t care. Fighting was inevitable, even if you joined an alliance, eventually you would face off against them, but surviving as long as you can is what counted.

Remembering what the group in the VIP Lounge had been talking about, Thirteen knew that it had a feeling that it was them. Pushing through the trees and bounding into a long open field, the droid made his way towards what he hoped to be allies.

[Jewtastic]

Murasaki looked up towards the sky, a full moon hung over head. His eyes scanned around, grasslands surrounded him in every direction. He knelt down, placing his bag upon the ground and unzipped it. Shuffling through the contents he passed the bread and water and made his way to his weapon.

Hmm?.so this is it huh? What is it? He examined it some more, noticing two leather straps. Quickly he strapped it to his arm, examining and testing each button, lever and knob he could find. He zipped his back up, however not before grabbing the compass within. With his map in his right, a small dot blinking with his location, and the compass in his left Murasaki began to walk. Looking down at the small blue compass, he realized he had never used one before. He was a somewhat skilled tracker, so these devices never came in handy. Never the less he stuck it out. Being a complete stranger to your surroundings often requires a bit of assistance.

He began heading east, or at least that is what he thought. There was a road way off to his left, his veered north after a rather bumpy patch. His eyes facing straight the ninja walked with a brisk pace into the east. A light flickered off in the distance. Disappearing for a few seconds then flickering again.

His pace quickened as he emerged upon a rather large beacon. Its concrete base was nearly seven feet high, steps lead up to the door on the southern side of the base. The ninja hopped up the steps, reaching the door. Silently he pushed against the door, a small squeak coming from the hinges. He winced at the sound, but continued in slowly closing the metal door behind him.

To his right was a door leading to a bedroom, obviously that of the operator. To his right the spiral stair case began to rise up to the top of the lighthouse. He turned to his right, and began to climb, the stories of stairs that lay in front of him.

[Burter Jr]

Face to Face

Metal Koola and Murasaki

Murasaki just walked into the lighthouse like he owned the place. He headed up the stairs, checked out the rooms, and even threw his bag down to get comfy. Yea, this looked like a great place. Food, shelter, beds, and probably a great view. Thinking about that latter choice, he headed upstairs further.

The metal changling just scoffed as the ninja headed upstairs. Metal Koola had literally followed the human all the way into the lighthouse, having seen him pass him without the man noticing. It was kind of funny to the changling, since the man dressed like a ninja but hadn't caught onto someone following him.

The ninja looked out at the beautiful view of the island, so peaceful in the still night. He had heard an explosion on the other side, but didn't see any signs of it. Must not have been huge.

Koola peeked his head out of the hatch. Then he carefully climbed out, nice and quiet.

When he was completely out of the hole, he raised up his weapon, clenching it. He grinned at how easy this was. He looked up at his victim...one last--

Wait, what? Where the hell was the victim?

"HAAA!" Came a tripumphant shout. The ninja slammed his elbow into the metal spine after backflipping gracefully over the changling. Metal Koola hit the railing, grunting in pain. Metal or not, that hurt. "The moon casts shadows," the Ninja told the Changling. "I saw you."

"Lucky shot," Koola said simply. He raised up his weapon. It was a small-box like object, with a handle and trigger, as well as a chamber which would release energy blasts. Murasaki wasn't stupid...it was a gun. "Won't happen again."

When the steel finger pulled the trigger, Murasaki jumped into the air. It let off fast, hard and powerful ki blasts to the ground of the lighthouse balcony. The ninja lept at MK, but the fast warrior blinked out of sight.

This time when the sound of the ki leaving the gun left, they found their target. Murasaki's back was peirced by three shots, leaving huge gashes. He hit the railing, but held on tight. "Agh..." he groaned.

In the blink of an eye, MK appeared in front of the ninja. He grabbed the front of his black suit, and picked him up. "See ya," he said simply.

In a last ditch effort to not get thrown off the lighthouse, Murasaki grabbed the hand that used to pick him up, and yanked.

"Agh!" Koola shouted desperately. He let go of Murasaki, grabbing his two injured fingers. He cursed aloud, looking down.

Murasaki landed on his feet, but then the rest of his body crashed to the ground. Put together with his ki shots, he was pretty fucked.

Cursing his broken fingers, Metal Koola headed down to the bedrooms.

Murasaki, now without a bag and just his weapon attached to his clothing, crawled away.

44 Fighters Remaining

Murasaki has been shot three times in the back. He's bleeding bad, and combined with the nasty fall he took, he's limping horribly. Major injury

Metal Koola has the Rapid Fire Ki Gun. Two of his fingers are brokens. Minor injury

[Reijin]

Landing on the island with the grace of a fallen angel, Reijin immediately looked around at his surroundings. Checking his bag, he removed a few key items that could possibly give him some form of advantage. Seeing a scouter, he immediately placed it onto his head. "A bit outdated, but its better than nothing." He then looked at the bag itself. A bag designed for easy transportation, it simply strapped onto your shoulder. This could be a bit easy to lose, he assumed, but he had no other true choices.

A few food items and some water were also stored within. He also pulled out a compass, smiling before he placed it into his pocket and then proceeded to remove the map. Glancing over the map and cross referencing it with his surroundings, he realized which square he was on.

Finally he pulled out his weapon. He had been somewhat nervous, or as close as he got, as to whether he'd get a good weapon, or some form of joke. He had no clue what he'd do with something like a paper fan. Fortunately, he removed a small capsule with a very familiar symbol.

Grinning like a demon, he held the capsule up before his eyes. "This is a very Saiyan weapon, indeed. I'd almost call this event rigged," he chuckled. Recalling something about growth time for his weapon, he immediately knelt to the ground beneath him, digging a hole in the earth until he could throw the capsule in.

Moments later, he was pacing impatiently grumbling to himself. "Why the hell do these things take so long to emerge from their shells?" Almost on call, the sounds of scraping was heard from the nearby location and he immediately perked up, walking over to check on his 'weapon'.

The green Saibaman emerged from the ground, looking from side to side and grinning fervently. Then it looked up to Reijin, and a drop of drool hit the ground from its mouth. "Saiba?" it growled, almost in an animalistic way of saying "Momma".

A bead of sweat emerged from Reijin's brow and he slowly turned, gathering up his belongings as the creature wrapped itself around his leg. Well... He now had a weapon. Just no clue what to do with it.

[Belle Hibiki]

The very first thing that Kid Buu noticed upon teleportation was the silence. It lay thick in the air and seemed to stick to him as he shifted his foot exploringly across the unfamiliar ground. Ordinarily the majin would never have considered such a lack of sound to be anything to worry about, but something in the quality of the nothingness disturbed him for reasons which he couldn't explain.

The very second thing he noticed, five seconds later, was the queasy feeling in his stomach.

The shrouded quiet was suddenly cleaved the sounds of violent hacking. Kid Buu trembled and heaved as he purged the remaining alcohol from his system behind the relative privacy of a nearby bush. As he wiped the back of his thick rubbery hand across his lips a small scowl twisted his lips. Teleportation and alcohol apparently did not mix. He would have to bring that little fact up with the management. If he ever saw them, he thought belatedly. If he lived, another thought chattered inanely as it went racing after the other.

In the absence of vomiting, the night had returned to its previous brooding silence. It stretched on and on, an infinite blackness in all directions. It must have been very late in the night or else early morning. Buu was beginning to wish he had brought along a watch when the reason for his discomfort abruptly slapped him across the face like a two ton punch. He couldn't hear anything.

Even when he found time for peace and quiet on Earth, there was some sort of background noise; the hum of a fan, the near inaudible whirring of a computer's internal propeller, the soft electric buzzing of a lightbulb and the gentle swish swish of motor vehicles passing in the lazy air on the street outside... There was none of that here, and the absence seriously creeped him out.

He reached inside of his bag and felt for his weapon. Clutching it did not make him feel much better, but it was a start. The other members of Civil Unrest were out there in the darkness, he knew that much. With them he would be safe. His thoughts flickered to Super Buu and Violet. Well, sort-of safe, he amended quietly.

Keeping low to the ground, which was easy for him, he began to slowly pick his way through the underbrush, keeping his eyes and ears alert for whoever - or whatever - might be lurking in the darkness...

[Yamu]

The calm forest betrayed the sinister undercurrents of Dante's Abyss. The VIP room had almost made Yamu's head explode as the combined energies of ki and ego mixed together in a putrid tonic of sickening bravado that made the Earthling want to vomit. He had avoided the people he knew, choosing instead to recline in a corner with his bag and memorizing every line, wrinkle and imperfection of all forty-four participants.

The muscled titan sat lotus style, the weighty length of the Ki Sword resting in his
lap, its contact points carefully balanced upon both knees. His breath
was slow and heavy as minute by minute, he tracked the path that had led
to this moment.

This moment that he now regretted to the depths of his soul.

"I have cheapened myself?" The words slipped quietly from his lips, a nasty taste dancing along his tongue. "I have turned myself into a common WHORE! This is not ME!"

Nothing stirred at his outcry, neither a bird nor leaf moved as he pounded his chest in self-outrage. "Life and Death are not a game?" He rose to his feet, his artificial saber springing a deadly emerald flame that matched his inflammatory mood. "What am I doing here? Friend or Foe was slavery?it was fight or die?this?this was?IS?I CHOSE this path?". The muscles that made the warrior such an intimidating opponent and the veins that made him such a fearsome sight began to shake with rage and shame. "Why am I here? This isn't me?" His black eyes blazed in fury. "I fight FOR things, for people?not for a show?not for entertainment. NO!"

He spun, limbs like a snake's head, as his body morphed into the all too familiar shape of Burter. Yamu's usual baritone voice rose slightly and developed the humanoid reptile's trademark rasp, "I play at fighting now?I treat life like a toy?something to entertain others with?" the pre-provided weapon sliced the tree as if it had already been turned into paper.

Another spin, Ki Sword extended, as his body shrank and grew flowing blond locks and his voice took on the melodious notes of Hasky, "Not only that?I take an innocent in with me to experience the pain and suffering of a violent death?" the memory of dying by his own Shotgun blast sent a tremor of physical sorrow streaming through his body.
Another massive tree fell like a child's building block.

The slender leather clad figure spun into the air hitting an invisible line in the sky, that as he crossed through, formed the metallic-tailed figure Yamu had first met on Namek, and had since run into on several other occasions. "To kill to die?when Metal Koola and I fought it had purpose? meaning! A planet's fate was determined by our fists alone?" Upon dropping back to the ground the glistening figure split yet another tree in half, sending the two perfectly equal halves toppling into others and making
a domino effect of death.

When the fighter landed he had already assumed a different shape;
Deep violet locks sprouted from the shining skull; soft, fleshy curves had replaced the bulky aluminum of the artificial changeling. "This is not even a tournament like my time
with Violet, where honor and respect are won through honest combat!" The heat in the voice was evident. "This is no competition?this is Violence Pornography!" The voice was her's, but the words were Yamu's. The shapechanging form's hands blurred as
it struck out at a tree hundreds of times in the tick of a clock. He stopped, and the towering trunk erupted into a fury of wooden fireworks.

The shape slowly grew and achieved the original framework of Yamu, clutching the massive collection of artificial ki between his fists. "No?this is not me?I am above this?better then THIS!" A noise that could shake mountains erupted from the lips of the roused fighter and with a swing of his massive weapon cut another mighty swath out of the once peaceful forest, the shockwave from the mighty stroke toppling more of the impressive woods than the weapon itself.

"Do-you-HEAR-ME! I am beyond this game!" He paused as introspection only honed and did not lessen the flames pulsing in his mind and soul. "No?this will not be like last time?no playing?no following along?" Shoulders heaved, oversized veins pulsed with ferocity as his eyes took on a feral light no one had seen in the man since the Pits. "I have soiled everything I once stood for. There is only one way to pull my pieces back together...to win?I'll give these other hapless souls the one thing that was not afforded to me last time a collar was forced around my neck: a quick death."

Spittle flew from his mouth as he charged through the woods?he had gone to a place he had buried for so long, a place he had tried his entire conscious life to suppress, but was now enveloped in like coat of many colors. He was a gladiator once again?he was a killing machine?


There, folks is fighter number Twenty: Yamu. Not a crowd favorite
nor one of the strongest in DANTE'S ABYSS, but look at the PASSION that
man has! Whoever gets in the way of that moving meat slicer is sure
going to regret it!

An old man sat at his television, reluctantly flipping to the premiere
of this season's Dante's Abyss. His furnishing would have been
considered opulent when they were first installed but the over-stuffed
chairs and massive walls of bookshelves were now worn, unpolished, and
covered in a thin line of dust.

His once state of the art TV was now missing a knob but still received
crystal clear picture, he sat down in front silently lamenting what
martial arts had now become. He turned away form the screen and back
to his book: The Complete Works of William Shakespeare, when a
familiar name jerked his attention back to the program.

The cameras focused their collective attention on the rampaging
swordsman who was blazing a trail through the forest instead of going
around even the slightest of impediments.

"Yamu?" he asked to his large empty house as the close up shot framed the feral glint in his bulging eyes, "Oh?oh no?they do not know what they have unleashed?" his hand shook with a mix of terror and palsy as the tome at his side flipped under the open AC vent to a very pertinent passage.

Cry 'havoc' and let slip the dogs of war..

[Sammah]

?Ugh?? Vegeta glanced around at his surroundings, simultaneously reaching down for his given bag. His hand slipped inside and he fondled it for a bit, until he found what he was looking for. ?Damn island.? He cursed pulling out the map and unrolling it. He noticed the ocean behind him, it gave a small hint of calmness, yet he knew this was only the beginning of a huge blood bath. Pulling out the compass he began to work his way with the surroundings, and finally came up with where he was.

?Here we go?? His Saiya-jin nature was finally being reawaken as the hunter within was released. He marked his spot on the map so he knew always where he was traveling. The sound of the constant waves continuously brushed up against the beach head, and the grass beneath his feet made a soft noise in reaction to his feet shifting. He placed the scouter onto his face and turned it on. It brought back memories of the olden days, the so called ?good ol?days?.

The nearest power level was surprisingly large. Apparently his first fight wouldn?t be an easy one, or perhaps it was an ally of sorts. Vegeta was hoping for the best though as he decided to travel north, using his compass and map to guide him. The weapon he was given began to graze back and forth along his back, an almost irritable sensation. He stopped, and pulled the weapon along side of him and gazed at it. This weapon would never be his first choice out of the pack, but he had to deal with what was dealt. He felt a lot like a familiar creature, the grim reaper, and the bringer of death. It suited him well.

?Let?s move out.? He spoke to himself as if there were two of him, perhaps in order to keep his sanity in tact, and to keep him aware of his surroundings at the same time. This tournament wouldn?t be easy, and he knew the only way to win, was to find friends. The power level in front of him was strong, and if he wasn?t a friend, he?d be first on Vegeta?s hit list. Eliminate the competition first, then worry about the rest. Let the games being.

[Reijin]

FACE TO FACE: Reijin AND Vejita (with permission to align)

Like a watchdog, the green creature around Reijin's leg suddenly burst into action, dropping to the ground and pointing hastily, growling at the underbrush. "What in blazes?" the dark haired youth questioned. Fumbling to activate his primal Scouter, he managed to get a scan of a lifeform as it burst through the bushes.

Immediately his Saibaman attacked, leaping high into the air and wrapping itself bruttally around a tall dark head. The thing's quadripedal limbs were locked around it, and it was growling menacingly as the figure suddenly began to yell and curse obsenities all over the place in his struggle to remove the interloper. This simply caused the Saibaman to lock its grip even more, intent on helping its master out.

Finally Reijin couldn't help but laugh, as his Saiyan King was fighting haphazardly with the green creature, doing everything in his power to remove it before he lost his mind. Snapping his fingers, Reijin managed to catch the creature's attention. The thing looked at him, and he pointed at the ground beside him.

Ignoring him completely, the creature began to chew on Vejita's ear, which enraged the Saiyan all the more. Luckily, the royal being could not reach the creature in a position that would not blow apart his own brain in a removal attempt. Reijin walked over, and slapped the thing hard against the head. It hit the ground and then stood up, pointing at its head and whining about the hit.

"Quit your belly aching, pipsqueek!" Reijin yelled at it, kicking dirt its way.

As if flipping a coin, the green creature evaded and hid behind Vejita himself, pointing at Reijin while screaming in a foreign tongue. Reijin looked at Vejita who had just managed to make sense of the situation. "Welcome to my humble abode," the shorter haired youth managed, bowing gracefully. At this point the Saibaman ran to his side, leaping up his back and then curled up on his head. Reijin's brow dripped a line of sweat, but he conceded the movement and then looked at Vejita.

"Shall we dance? Or are there other plans?"