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In a vain effort to keep my character alive, I made up some random characterless plot. I hope you like it. Also, I'm trying to keep my little comments out of the body of the text, but I can't help it sometimes, gomen ^_^;;
On an administrative note, is it acceptable for one player to play more than one character? (Not me -- *pokes Stacy*)
As he drew nearer to his destination, his hands shook with anticipation. (Val: Yaoi cannon now? Raditz: NO!!!) He had been looking forward to this day for so long. But it wasn't revenge that drove him. Revenge was useless. All he wanted was the chance to fight his little brother again. A real fight this time. A good fight. He had heard too many tales of Kakarott's power to dismiss them as merely rumors. He couldn't imagine that little guy that he had nearly crushed with his foot could have become this legendary warrior that he'd heard about. And if there was ever a typical defect running through Saiyan blood, it was the insatiable desire to be the strongest.
A cold chill raised the hairs on the back of his neck. He dismissed it at first. A reaction to the cool Earth air, nothing more.
A few short moments later, and his uneasiness grew. This was not a feeling he was accustomed to. The last time he had felt this unnerved was when he had been told about the fate of his homeworld. Even when he was faced with certain death at the hands - er, make that hand - of that nasty green fellow, his reaction hadn't strayed very far from "pissed off". (Raditz: You'd be pissed off, too.)
He stopped in midair and surveyed the surrounding terrain.
Nothing.
If he had been just a little more observant, he would have noticed that there was absolutely nothing about. No birds. No insects. Nothing.
All he noticed, however, was that whatever was giving him the heebie-jeebies had nothing to do with Kakarott or his friends. This... this was something bigger. And much much nastier.
owari
Hope you liked. I liked this one.
Raditz: I would never say heebie-jeebies.
Val: You just said it!
Raditz: -_-;
On an administrative note, is it acceptable for one player to play more than one character? (Not me -- *pokes Stacy*)
As he drew nearer to his destination, his hands shook with anticipation. (Val: Yaoi cannon now? Raditz: NO!!!) He had been looking forward to this day for so long. But it wasn't revenge that drove him. Revenge was useless. All he wanted was the chance to fight his little brother again. A real fight this time. A good fight. He had heard too many tales of Kakarott's power to dismiss them as merely rumors. He couldn't imagine that little guy that he had nearly crushed with his foot could have become this legendary warrior that he'd heard about. And if there was ever a typical defect running through Saiyan blood, it was the insatiable desire to be the strongest.
A cold chill raised the hairs on the back of his neck. He dismissed it at first. A reaction to the cool Earth air, nothing more.
A few short moments later, and his uneasiness grew. This was not a feeling he was accustomed to. The last time he had felt this unnerved was when he had been told about the fate of his homeworld. Even when he was faced with certain death at the hands - er, make that hand - of that nasty green fellow, his reaction hadn't strayed very far from "pissed off". (Raditz: You'd be pissed off, too.)
He stopped in midair and surveyed the surrounding terrain.
Nothing.
If he had been just a little more observant, he would have noticed that there was absolutely nothing about. No birds. No insects. Nothing.
All he noticed, however, was that whatever was giving him the heebie-jeebies had nothing to do with Kakarott or his friends. This... this was something bigger. And much much nastier.
owari
Hope you liked. I liked this one.
Raditz: I would never say heebie-jeebies.
Val: You just said it!
Raditz: -_-;