I woke up with an )v( on my forehead...is this a bad thing?
Hey! Here's Piccolo's entry. I'm gonna continue off of Ami's start. Great to be here too mind you. ^^V
The dawn was just beginning over the rocky plains. One chapter gone in the life of the earth, and a new one beginning. Shadows retreated as the sun hinted of another of its many journeys, and the silence prior to all things awakening would only last another few minutes. There was one awake already though. One awake and very disgruntled.
Piccolo rose a hundred metres over it all and stared down displeased. Something was there. Or was it? He could feel it; but where, he couldn't tell. What? He couldn't tell either. Something not yet a power reading, nor like anything else he had ever experienced. He couldn't trace it, identify it, or understand it. "This is ridiculous."
It was a breezeless dawn, promising a warm cloudless day. The Namek Piccolo began to wonder if having some sleep would help him identify what was out there, what was bothering him. But sleep hadn't come easily to the warrior these past few nights. His center of concentration was harder to reach all of a sudden, and meditation had always ended abrubtly with him feeling something akin to blind rage and malice. It was a side of him he thought he had controlled, and sometimes believed shed all together. But now it lingered so close to the surface the Namek was unsure of what to do.
"They're related." he growled, scanning the world beneath him. It was possible that whatever was out there was causing his anger to grow in strength. He vaguely remembered Babidi, and how he could control Vegeta because of his darker half.
'Am I any different? Is this something like that?'
If it was, it meant trouble. And once more, the Namek was unsure of how to deal with it. Perhaps it was a minor thing, and would go away as quickly as it had come. If so, then he wouldn't need anyone. Perhaps Dende or Goku. It felt wrong to seek out Goku's help, and the last thing Piccolo felt like doing was finding civilized parts of the world to be gawked at by ungreatful stupid humans. He shook his head and stretched. Surely if someone powerful was awakening anger in people, Goku would know about it already. The others would have felt it too.
Piccolo Daimao closed his eyes and frowned. All this thinking was pointless. He could be doing better things in his time. When he opened them again, the sun was brilliantly breaking over a canyon in the east. Before him stood himself, silloheted by the light with the same frustrated look chiseled in his features. Piccolo smirked, mirroring his other.
"Shall we?"
When the animals, the lone occupants of the plane awoke, they did so under two Nameks sparring viciously overhead.
Well, here is something to work of off. Hope this ties in with Goku's dreams, and pushes the plot along.
I look forward RPing with y'all.
The dawn was just beginning over the rocky plains. One chapter gone in the life of the earth, and a new one beginning. Shadows retreated as the sun hinted of another of its many journeys, and the silence prior to all things awakening would only last another few minutes. There was one awake already though. One awake and very disgruntled.
Piccolo rose a hundred metres over it all and stared down displeased. Something was there. Or was it? He could feel it; but where, he couldn't tell. What? He couldn't tell either. Something not yet a power reading, nor like anything else he had ever experienced. He couldn't trace it, identify it, or understand it. "This is ridiculous."
It was a breezeless dawn, promising a warm cloudless day. The Namek Piccolo began to wonder if having some sleep would help him identify what was out there, what was bothering him. But sleep hadn't come easily to the warrior these past few nights. His center of concentration was harder to reach all of a sudden, and meditation had always ended abrubtly with him feeling something akin to blind rage and malice. It was a side of him he thought he had controlled, and sometimes believed shed all together. But now it lingered so close to the surface the Namek was unsure of what to do.
"They're related." he growled, scanning the world beneath him. It was possible that whatever was out there was causing his anger to grow in strength. He vaguely remembered Babidi, and how he could control Vegeta because of his darker half.
'Am I any different? Is this something like that?'
If it was, it meant trouble. And once more, the Namek was unsure of how to deal with it. Perhaps it was a minor thing, and would go away as quickly as it had come. If so, then he wouldn't need anyone. Perhaps Dende or Goku. It felt wrong to seek out Goku's help, and the last thing Piccolo felt like doing was finding civilized parts of the world to be gawked at by ungreatful stupid humans. He shook his head and stretched. Surely if someone powerful was awakening anger in people, Goku would know about it already. The others would have felt it too.
Piccolo Daimao closed his eyes and frowned. All this thinking was pointless. He could be doing better things in his time. When he opened them again, the sun was brilliantly breaking over a canyon in the east. Before him stood himself, silloheted by the light with the same frustrated look chiseled in his features. Piccolo smirked, mirroring his other.
"Shall we?"
When the animals, the lone occupants of the plane awoke, they did so under two Nameks sparring viciously overhead.
Well, here is something to work of off. Hope this ties in with Goku's dreams, and pushes the plot along.
I look forward RPing with y'all.