08-02-2017, 10:24 PM
“Shitshitshitshitshit!” I screech as the energy ball whizzes towards my face. It takes every bit of my Jamaican DNA to limbo my ass on down and let that shit pass me by.
What? Well, yeah I got Jamaican DNA. Remember: I'm made of all the best peeps in the universe, and NO ONE limbos like a Jamaican. No. One. Anyway, back to the action.
So, the blast explodes behind me and by the time I get... heh... erect, Seventeen is gone. Well, not quite gone, per se. Just hiding somewhere in the hangar we're in. Can't really blame the guy. If I were facing down a seven foot tall bug man who wanted to eat me, I'd probably run and hide too.
“You know... I had thiss epic fight all planned out in my head,” I shout to the darkened room, my voice echoing from the high ceiling and distant walls. My eyes scan my surroundings as I move further into the hangar.
“It would have been great. The sstuff of legendss! You'd eventually die, of coursse, but it would have been a hard-fought battle. Ssomething you coulda been proud of. But here you are, hiding in the dark from the boogie man; afraid to even show your facce. I gotta admit, I'm dissappointed in you, Sseventeen.”
From somewhere within the building, Seventeen's voice reaches me, “Yeah, well sorry to disappoint you, Cell. But if the choice is between a stupid death and intelligently living, I'll the the latter, thanks.”
Smarmy little fuck. Still, it's good to know he hasn't decided to fuck off again. I ain't the slowest guy around, but I REALLY don't wanna deal with chasing this guy through a back-and-white city all day. And besides, who the fuck knows when my little Iso-Verse shenanigans will die out?
My beak breaks into a sinister grin and I say, “Remember my little cat and mousse quip earlier?”
My smile widens as I form a ball of ki in my hand.
“Well, the besst way to get a rat out of hiss hole is to ssmoke him out,” I finish as my attack becomes fully charged and I launch a blast of energy at one of the transports nearby. Twisted metal and flame explodes outward from the conveyance, lending light and a splash of color to the surroundings. But no Seventeen.
“Hmph... Guesss that wass the wrong one. Well...”
My leg muscles tensing up, I leap atop one of the non-exploded transports and look around.
“Only like ten thoussand left to go,” I say with an exasperated sigh. “Better get sstarted then. Let'ss ssee how thiss little game playss out, Sseventeen. Whosse luck will win the day? Will I misss again, or will thiss next shot... well, you get the idea.”
A new ball of energy takes shape in my hand as I look around. No sign of movement. Fine. He wants to play it like this? I'm down. Another blast of energy, another smoking wreck, another spot of light, and still no Android. In spite of myself, I'm kinda enjoying this little game of ours. It's like a giant game of Guess Who, except with explosions and evolution as the prize.
Fortunately, it doesn't take too much longer for ol' blue eyes to show himself. Unfortunately, I was definitely not ready for him to knock me flat on my ass while I was busy firing a blast. The dude straight-up delivered a spin-kick from behind like some kinda ninja. I'm honestly impressed. The Android lands atop my previous perch as I hurtle towards the ground, and as much as this fucking sucks... well, can't complain too much, right?
As soon as my hand touches the cold, cement floor of the hangar, I put my plan into motion. And myself. A burst of speed, a little application of ki, and suddenly there's not one of me standing around the transport anymore. Nope. Now there's four. Now, I gotta stay pretty still for this to work, but talking seems alright. Time for some good, old-fashioned gloating.
“Well, how about it?” I say mockingly as my foe is surrounded by my duplicates. One of them is even giving him the finger. Priceless. Anyway... “Whatcha gonna do now, Sseventeen? Four targetss, and only one of them iss real. You make a missta-AAAHH!! SONUVABITCH!”
My gloating is cut off as Seventeen slams me with a ki-blast to the face without so much as turning to look in my direction.
“Yeah, that's not going to work on me, pal,” he says as he taps his forehead with his index finger with a smirk and I stumble backward into a parked transport. “I'm not some novice. Ki Sense, bitch. I know exactly where you are.”
“Well fuck me then, huh?” I reply, lowering my hands from my smoking face and scowling angrily. “Sso, bassically, you can hide all day from me, but I can't hide from you? That'ss ssome real bullshit right there.”
“Hey. Don't blame me for you jumping into a fight without the right tools to beat me,” Seventeen says with a shrug. “Shoulda took the time to do some actual research on me.”
“Heh... guesss you got a point there,” I begrudgingly concede, wiping the blood from my chin with the back of my hand. “I ssupposse that meanss I'd better not let you get away again.”
My hands come together at my hips, and I begin the tell-tale chant for that old stand-by: the Kamehameha Wave. For his part, Seventeen does the smart thing and hops down to the opposite side of the vehicle. Smart move. But not smart enough. See, while I might not be able to teleport like he can... I'm faster than a virgin coming on Prom Night. Kicking on the speed, I'm around the transport before Seventeen even lands.
“Ssurprisse!” I shout as I launch my beam from near point-blank range.
What? Well, yeah I got Jamaican DNA. Remember: I'm made of all the best peeps in the universe, and NO ONE limbos like a Jamaican. No. One. Anyway, back to the action.
So, the blast explodes behind me and by the time I get... heh... erect, Seventeen is gone. Well, not quite gone, per se. Just hiding somewhere in the hangar we're in. Can't really blame the guy. If I were facing down a seven foot tall bug man who wanted to eat me, I'd probably run and hide too.
“You know... I had thiss epic fight all planned out in my head,” I shout to the darkened room, my voice echoing from the high ceiling and distant walls. My eyes scan my surroundings as I move further into the hangar.
“It would have been great. The sstuff of legendss! You'd eventually die, of coursse, but it would have been a hard-fought battle. Ssomething you coulda been proud of. But here you are, hiding in the dark from the boogie man; afraid to even show your facce. I gotta admit, I'm dissappointed in you, Sseventeen.”
From somewhere within the building, Seventeen's voice reaches me, “Yeah, well sorry to disappoint you, Cell. But if the choice is between a stupid death and intelligently living, I'll the the latter, thanks.”
Smarmy little fuck. Still, it's good to know he hasn't decided to fuck off again. I ain't the slowest guy around, but I REALLY don't wanna deal with chasing this guy through a back-and-white city all day. And besides, who the fuck knows when my little Iso-Verse shenanigans will die out?
My beak breaks into a sinister grin and I say, “Remember my little cat and mousse quip earlier?”
My smile widens as I form a ball of ki in my hand.
“Well, the besst way to get a rat out of hiss hole is to ssmoke him out,” I finish as my attack becomes fully charged and I launch a blast of energy at one of the transports nearby. Twisted metal and flame explodes outward from the conveyance, lending light and a splash of color to the surroundings. But no Seventeen.
“Hmph... Guesss that wass the wrong one. Well...”
My leg muscles tensing up, I leap atop one of the non-exploded transports and look around.
“Only like ten thoussand left to go,” I say with an exasperated sigh. “Better get sstarted then. Let'ss ssee how thiss little game playss out, Sseventeen. Whosse luck will win the day? Will I misss again, or will thiss next shot... well, you get the idea.”
A new ball of energy takes shape in my hand as I look around. No sign of movement. Fine. He wants to play it like this? I'm down. Another blast of energy, another smoking wreck, another spot of light, and still no Android. In spite of myself, I'm kinda enjoying this little game of ours. It's like a giant game of Guess Who, except with explosions and evolution as the prize.
Fortunately, it doesn't take too much longer for ol' blue eyes to show himself. Unfortunately, I was definitely not ready for him to knock me flat on my ass while I was busy firing a blast. The dude straight-up delivered a spin-kick from behind like some kinda ninja. I'm honestly impressed. The Android lands atop my previous perch as I hurtle towards the ground, and as much as this fucking sucks... well, can't complain too much, right?
As soon as my hand touches the cold, cement floor of the hangar, I put my plan into motion. And myself. A burst of speed, a little application of ki, and suddenly there's not one of me standing around the transport anymore. Nope. Now there's four. Now, I gotta stay pretty still for this to work, but talking seems alright. Time for some good, old-fashioned gloating.
“Well, how about it?” I say mockingly as my foe is surrounded by my duplicates. One of them is even giving him the finger. Priceless. Anyway... “Whatcha gonna do now, Sseventeen? Four targetss, and only one of them iss real. You make a missta-AAAHH!! SONUVABITCH!”
My gloating is cut off as Seventeen slams me with a ki-blast to the face without so much as turning to look in my direction.
“Yeah, that's not going to work on me, pal,” he says as he taps his forehead with his index finger with a smirk and I stumble backward into a parked transport. “I'm not some novice. Ki Sense, bitch. I know exactly where you are.”
“Well fuck me then, huh?” I reply, lowering my hands from my smoking face and scowling angrily. “Sso, bassically, you can hide all day from me, but I can't hide from you? That'ss ssome real bullshit right there.”
“Hey. Don't blame me for you jumping into a fight without the right tools to beat me,” Seventeen says with a shrug. “Shoulda took the time to do some actual research on me.”
“Heh... guesss you got a point there,” I begrudgingly concede, wiping the blood from my chin with the back of my hand. “I ssupposse that meanss I'd better not let you get away again.”
My hands come together at my hips, and I begin the tell-tale chant for that old stand-by: the Kamehameha Wave. For his part, Seventeen does the smart thing and hops down to the opposite side of the vehicle. Smart move. But not smart enough. See, while I might not be able to teleport like he can... I'm faster than a virgin coming on Prom Night. Kicking on the speed, I'm around the transport before Seventeen even lands.
“Ssurprisse!” I shout as I launch my beam from near point-blank range.
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Limbo'd under the Ki Blast.
Taunted Seventeen a bit. He did not take the bait.
Did some 'sploding on the vehicles. Took a foot to the back for my troubles.
Tried to do some After Imaging, but Seventeen's Enhanced Senses fucked that right on up and he hit my with a Ki Blast to the face.
Used Burst Movement to get to Seventeen before he could hide again and fired off a T1 Super Attack: Super Ki Beam(Super Kamehameha).
2/3 SP used.
2/3 Posts complete.
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