02-08-2015, 07:38 PM
The duo exited the second elevator and walked onto the Third Tier floor. At least the last elevator ride had been less eventful. It was actually pretty quiet except for when a random individual caught the frown of of Retane as he was glancing at the 'eyes in the sky', as the stranger had murmured to him. Now The Horsemen had to wait on the next elevator and Retane couldn't help but notice that even still that even less people waiting for it.
He glanced around and realized that here on this section, there was more poverty and things were less glorious. It wasn't really less crowded, but things were alot less brilliant. There were even a lot less cameras it seemed. Still, though, Retnae didn't seem comfortable even here. He glanced at Arith, who was practically staring at a small group of geings, that barely reached his knees. One looked like a grumpy old man with a frown on his face, another was caring a box that was labeled with 'Boones Farm', and his gut stuck out under his green shirt, he seemed to sway a bit with a ball cap not on straight that read, 'I heart beer'. There was also a skeleton with bandages around his head and what seemed to be an explosive in his hand. The boned figure looked around anxiously.
Still there were three more of the shortlings; A brown figure with a green brimmed hat and a purple suit; A purple mohekian with white fur and a torn shoe; And a green vegetable with a sombrero on a stick.
The brown one was explaining to the Grumpier one that, 'someone didn't want his son involved, and Super D was in his pants.' Still, the warrior had to be interested in them as well as he glanced around and realized he was about to be the only one, along with Arith, to get on the elevator with the group and Retane wasn't sure how smart that was. Arith however, bent down and started whispering to the purple and white one.
Arith and the stranger broke up their huddle as soon as the elevator door slid open. The Namek paused as the others including Arith stepped into the elevator. He wasn't sure it was safe, but still, the Lythian was doing it, yet he was weird anyways. He wasn't sure what would happen next. But still he took a step through the portal.
As the doors closed, The Horsmen couldn't help but manage to glance around. As he did, he heard the green vegetable speak up, "Con los terroristas"
As he did the brown one was started to hum a loud, 'do do do, do do do' in an interesting rhythm and all of them, even Arith started bopping their heads and swaying their heads to the beat.
"Ey Shake", The white and purple stranger announced
"Ey Shake", The skeletal figure added a few seconds letter looking around still.
"Ey, Ey, Ey, Ey", the Grumpy looking man
"Shake, Ta -Ta's", The beer bellied one shouted off key.
And then, Ariith spoke up, "And do the Harlem Shake."
The Namekian's eyes went wide as the skeleton dropped the explosive from his hand and the lights flashed off for a split second. and when they came own, the brown figure with the suit had on Arith's helm and was bouncing up and down to a different beat. Arith was running around with he alcoholic glutton's hat on his face and riding the vegetable on a stick like a horse. The older gentlemen was still standing there with the green brimmed hat on.
The purple and white figure was there laughing beside the elder and the skeleton was in the middle trying to dance with his left an arm laying on the ground just swinging a finger, his left leg where his right leg should be. His other leg had been replaced with his other arm and the leg itself was swaying around, attached to his shoulder joint.
He glanced around and realized that here on this section, there was more poverty and things were less glorious. It wasn't really less crowded, but things were alot less brilliant. There were even a lot less cameras it seemed. Still, though, Retnae didn't seem comfortable even here. He glanced at Arith, who was practically staring at a small group of geings, that barely reached his knees. One looked like a grumpy old man with a frown on his face, another was caring a box that was labeled with 'Boones Farm', and his gut stuck out under his green shirt, he seemed to sway a bit with a ball cap not on straight that read, 'I heart beer'. There was also a skeleton with bandages around his head and what seemed to be an explosive in his hand. The boned figure looked around anxiously.
Still there were three more of the shortlings; A brown figure with a green brimmed hat and a purple suit; A purple mohekian with white fur and a torn shoe; And a green vegetable with a sombrero on a stick.
The brown one was explaining to the Grumpier one that, 'someone didn't want his son involved, and Super D was in his pants.' Still, the warrior had to be interested in them as well as he glanced around and realized he was about to be the only one, along with Arith, to get on the elevator with the group and Retane wasn't sure how smart that was. Arith however, bent down and started whispering to the purple and white one.
Arith and the stranger broke up their huddle as soon as the elevator door slid open. The Namek paused as the others including Arith stepped into the elevator. He wasn't sure it was safe, but still, the Lythian was doing it, yet he was weird anyways. He wasn't sure what would happen next. But still he took a step through the portal.
As the doors closed, The Horsmen couldn't help but manage to glance around. As he did, he heard the green vegetable speak up, "Con los terroristas"
As he did the brown one was started to hum a loud, 'do do do, do do do' in an interesting rhythm and all of them, even Arith started bopping their heads and swaying their heads to the beat.
"Ey Shake", The white and purple stranger announced
"Ey Shake", The skeletal figure added a few seconds letter looking around still.
"Ey, Ey, Ey, Ey", the Grumpy looking man
"Shake, Ta -Ta's", The beer bellied one shouted off key.
And then, Ariith spoke up, "And do the Harlem Shake."
The Namekian's eyes went wide as the skeleton dropped the explosive from his hand and the lights flashed off for a split second. and when they came own, the brown figure with the suit had on Arith's helm and was bouncing up and down to a different beat. Arith was running around with he alcoholic glutton's hat on his face and riding the vegetable on a stick like a horse. The older gentlemen was still standing there with the green brimmed hat on.
The purple and white figure was there laughing beside the elder and the skeleton was in the middle trying to dance with his left an arm laying on the ground just swinging a finger, his left leg where his right leg should be. His other leg had been replaced with his other arm and the leg itself was swaying around, attached to his shoulder joint.
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I refuse to lose this battle,
Let whatever come my way.
I am stronger then my rival,
No, I will not fall today...
Let whatever come my way.
I am stronger then my rival,
No, I will not fall today...