Co-Saga: Generica: A Strange Place for an Artifact
Mar 31, 2006 18:38:59 GMT
Post by Musashi on Mar 31, 2006 18:38:59 GMT
(ooc- Again apologies all...oh the pain of midterms)
Musashi stifled a chuckle as the man approached his student with that glazed, lover-boy look on his face. The saiyan did his best to keep a stern, serious face, but inside he was rolling with laughter, especially at how Kuwanlelenta seemed to be slightly flustered by the whole ordeal. When the man walked crestfallen into the hospital he looked at her casually and said, [glow=white,1,500]”We don't really have time for this sort of thing do we?”[/glow] looking as serious and stern as he could possibly muster.
He let the comment hang for just a second, then he burst out laughing, a deep, booming laugh from the belly, a laughter that would not stop. She looked so worried about the whole ordeal. He was still chuckling when his senses noticed a spike in power, Mirakel and Maria. [glow=white,1,500]”Oh no, do you feel that?”[/glow] he asked her.
That was all, and he was moving. Musashi burst through the doors of the medical center, cloak streaming behind him. He stepped around the people sitting patiently waiting for their medical care. He got strange looks based on his garb, and even stranger looks when he made a beeline for the hallway the others had traveled down. He could sense their energies building up, “This is not the place for a fight!” the saiyan thought, knowing that it might be possible that they need help from the Generican government.
A burly hospital security guard met him as he entered the hospital proper, [glow=orange,2,500]”Hey! You're not allowed in here without an escort!”[/glow]
Musashi stopped short and spoke clearly, [glow=white,1,500]”My name is Musashi, Musashi Toyama. You need to get people out of this hallway. I have worked for the United Nations of Eden, and something bad is happening down this hallway.”[/glow]
The security guard nodded and ran off to complete the task. Musashi felt bad, as what he said was the technical truth but not the truth in spirit. Still, better to get the job done.
He sprinted down the hallway, approaching the door where he felt the others. When he saw the the others engaged he yelled out, [glow=white,1,500]”Remember, plaster walls are paper thin, they can't contain our energies!”[/glow].
He had to remind them that this wasn't the place for a battle, no matter how important this object might be.
Rather than run into the room, Musashi waited outside, and knelt down, bowing his head and raising his arms. The area around the room shimmered as the saiyan's telekinetic powers flowed out of him. He was going to be of no use in the battle, but as long as he could keep it up, no one's attack would be able to escape the room.
Musashi stifled a chuckle as the man approached his student with that glazed, lover-boy look on his face. The saiyan did his best to keep a stern, serious face, but inside he was rolling with laughter, especially at how Kuwanlelenta seemed to be slightly flustered by the whole ordeal. When the man walked crestfallen into the hospital he looked at her casually and said, [glow=white,1,500]”We don't really have time for this sort of thing do we?”[/glow] looking as serious and stern as he could possibly muster.
He let the comment hang for just a second, then he burst out laughing, a deep, booming laugh from the belly, a laughter that would not stop. She looked so worried about the whole ordeal. He was still chuckling when his senses noticed a spike in power, Mirakel and Maria. [glow=white,1,500]”Oh no, do you feel that?”[/glow] he asked her.
That was all, and he was moving. Musashi burst through the doors of the medical center, cloak streaming behind him. He stepped around the people sitting patiently waiting for their medical care. He got strange looks based on his garb, and even stranger looks when he made a beeline for the hallway the others had traveled down. He could sense their energies building up, “This is not the place for a fight!” the saiyan thought, knowing that it might be possible that they need help from the Generican government.
A burly hospital security guard met him as he entered the hospital proper, [glow=orange,2,500]”Hey! You're not allowed in here without an escort!”[/glow]
Musashi stopped short and spoke clearly, [glow=white,1,500]”My name is Musashi, Musashi Toyama. You need to get people out of this hallway. I have worked for the United Nations of Eden, and something bad is happening down this hallway.”[/glow]
The security guard nodded and ran off to complete the task. Musashi felt bad, as what he said was the technical truth but not the truth in spirit. Still, better to get the job done.
He sprinted down the hallway, approaching the door where he felt the others. When he saw the the others engaged he yelled out, [glow=white,1,500]”Remember, plaster walls are paper thin, they can't contain our energies!”[/glow].
He had to remind them that this wasn't the place for a battle, no matter how important this object might be.
Rather than run into the room, Musashi waited outside, and knelt down, bowing his head and raising his arms. The area around the room shimmered as the saiyan's telekinetic powers flowed out of him. He was going to be of no use in the battle, but as long as he could keep it up, no one's attack would be able to escape the room.