The Crowds gather
Jan 31, 2007 14:59:27 GMT
Post by Deleted on Jan 31, 2007 14:59:27 GMT
Carniku was shuffling awkwardly through Psionica, he'd been called away from his training by the announcement that Bryce had decided to hold his tournement here. He held a bottle of deep orange coloured juice in one hand and a half eaten cheese burger in the other, he'd been given them upon his arrival and he wasn't entirely sure whether to be happy or completely freaked out that he liked both of them. Generally speaking, Psionica was weird, granted it didn't come close to the borderline dictatorship of Roosland but it was still a bit wiggy. He was pleased to have the tournement so close though, and since Roosland was being funded by the charitable donations of people coming it was doubtful Roos would want to win too badly. Truth be told this year was mostly meant to be for socialising, he kind of wanted to meet some of his old friends and see if his Gaikotsu powers matched up to his old Saiyan ones.
He wrapped a hand around the handle of Mokuryuken, his trademark white oak bokken, and drew it slowly so as not to catch the splinters on the belt-loops of his jeans. He examined it carefully as he walked along, it did have some splinters but he could also see it knitting together and filling out, he'd damaged it during his final attack on his Jojizu and had almost had half of a bokken but it was repairing itself nicley. He felt satisfied and swung it round by the small vine trail at the end into his belt again, he dusted his hands off and stopped to realise he was completely lost. He groaned and slump visibly, on Roosland he could walk for miles and still know where he was because Castle Come-a-Lot rose up like a triumphant monument to Roos' single minded ego and childish glee in making simple things needlessly complicated. He saw what looked like the hot dog stand from last year and grinned wickedly, he cracked his knuckles and snuck up towards the vendor.
The vendor was a large man with green skin, pink patches and antennae. A Namek, Floot by name, who last year had been scammed out of around 130 hot dogs by a certain Saiyan punk who entered the Tournement and refused to admit he was a saiyan until he'd eaten twice his body-weight in processed pig meat. He was almost ruined that year and he'd gained a lot of weight, the weighted chef's hat he wore and the stained red apron/cape were just about... well, practically all he had. He was just slapping a long pink cylinder of meat into a braized brown bun when it snapped out of his hands into the mouth of a grinning boy with brown hair and his eyes closed as he chewed.
"Who?... YOU!" Floot declared, pointing in fear at the Saiyan boy "I told you no Saiyans!"
"Heya Hot-Dogs man" Carniku replied when he'd swallowed "I know your deal, but see, Im not a Saiyan any more"
"Bull-Crud!" Floot declared
"Woah, woah!" Carniku held his hands up defensively "Bit strong, chief. I'm all Human now, my Saiyan DNA was cut out. Guess what that means" Carniku's grin was hauntingly similar to that of many large land based predators, certain examples were Tigers, Allosaurus' and Lawyers. Floot sighed bodily and dunked the dogs into grease to cook. Carniku sat happily watching as the meat sizzled and cooked before him. It was going to be a fun time!
He wrapped a hand around the handle of Mokuryuken, his trademark white oak bokken, and drew it slowly so as not to catch the splinters on the belt-loops of his jeans. He examined it carefully as he walked along, it did have some splinters but he could also see it knitting together and filling out, he'd damaged it during his final attack on his Jojizu and had almost had half of a bokken but it was repairing itself nicley. He felt satisfied and swung it round by the small vine trail at the end into his belt again, he dusted his hands off and stopped to realise he was completely lost. He groaned and slump visibly, on Roosland he could walk for miles and still know where he was because Castle Come-a-Lot rose up like a triumphant monument to Roos' single minded ego and childish glee in making simple things needlessly complicated. He saw what looked like the hot dog stand from last year and grinned wickedly, he cracked his knuckles and snuck up towards the vendor.
The vendor was a large man with green skin, pink patches and antennae. A Namek, Floot by name, who last year had been scammed out of around 130 hot dogs by a certain Saiyan punk who entered the Tournement and refused to admit he was a saiyan until he'd eaten twice his body-weight in processed pig meat. He was almost ruined that year and he'd gained a lot of weight, the weighted chef's hat he wore and the stained red apron/cape were just about... well, practically all he had. He was just slapping a long pink cylinder of meat into a braized brown bun when it snapped out of his hands into the mouth of a grinning boy with brown hair and his eyes closed as he chewed.
"Who?... YOU!" Floot declared, pointing in fear at the Saiyan boy "I told you no Saiyans!"
"Heya Hot-Dogs man" Carniku replied when he'd swallowed "I know your deal, but see, Im not a Saiyan any more"
"Bull-Crud!" Floot declared
"Woah, woah!" Carniku held his hands up defensively "Bit strong, chief. I'm all Human now, my Saiyan DNA was cut out. Guess what that means" Carniku's grin was hauntingly similar to that of many large land based predators, certain examples were Tigers, Allosaurus' and Lawyers. Floot sighed bodily and dunked the dogs into grease to cook. Carniku sat happily watching as the meat sizzled and cooked before him. It was going to be a fun time!