06-17-2018, 01:08 AM
He could tell he was forcing it, how? Easy, his gawking bravado and egotistical manner of seeking attention and presenting himself perfectly was what he’d expect from Cell normally, to even engage him in conversation seemed out of the norm for him. Plus the topic was about his feelings no less?
Maybe the bio-android just wanted to win and thought a peep talk would smooth it out, ensuring his victory in the finals so that after he’d be discarded like a used tissue. That sensation was fairly normal when it came to him, yet he welcomed his attempt.
Surely Cell wasn’t some Dr. Phil of conversations, especially when it wasn’t about how amazing he was, however his own wish for adoration could easily over shadow his own. Ricter held no wish to become famous for this endeavor, but if it was to fulfill his own desires and Cell’s aim for glory then it was better than nothing.
“Alright.” his tone was low, like speaking to someone who might have gotten a D- on a test and his teacher was telling him to do better. Eyes open now the mustelid would sit back, his sword was sheathed and at the side of the bench, to make sitting comfortable for him.
“Listen..” The large green amalgamation would speak up, causing Ricters larger ears to perk up, twitching.
“As much as I’d love to fight on my own behalf, I at the very least require you to be focused. So long as your doing your best to complement my skill winning will be simple.” His words seemed to have little impact at first, Ricter not saying anything back but soon giving a soft smile a nod, looking a bit more chipper.
Ah, I’m mildly impressed I managed a positive reaction, maybe after I defeat the rest of the competitors I can master the art of motivational speaking. Give some of these peons a glimmer of hope to even becoming a fraction of my greatness.
“You don’t have to try so hard.” The weasel’s comment came sudden, his smile lulling into just a small smirk but all the same Cell could clearly hear what he had said.
“’Try’ is a term I use rarely, only ever to describe my opponents shortcomings.” Sharp as the point on his tail, yet just as egotistical as one could ever hope to be. Maybe not to that extreme, but he was up there, Gilgamesh and him could probably have a battle about who looks best in the mirror and it would go on for days.
Smirking more, it cracked into a smile and almost stifled laugh while looking back up to Cell. Sky blue pools as bright and big as you’d see on some adorable animal, the sight was almost stomach churning for the bio-android. “Still, thanks.”
Grimacing he would scoff and say nothing for a second but eventually throw a rebuttal. “You can thank me when you’ve lived to see second place, for now we have a climb to make and I don’t expect to see any trip ups during it.”
Pulling the leather sheath into his lap he would seem back to his average self, sure he still felt reservations about his usefulness, but if he could get Cell to even imagine treating him like a partner than he had something going for him.
“I’ll do what I can, honestly I didn’t expect to survive all those slams and hits. Seems my pelt got tougher coming into this place.” On quick inspection of his fur, it looked normal, and as fuzzy as you could imagine, not as iron clad as he felt when taking certain attacks from both Ash and Jak.
“I noticed, you can take quite the beating.” Ricter of course didn’t know wither to take that as an insult or a complement but here’s to hoping for the positive one.
“Uh, Thanks? Well, anyways, the matches are still going, we were the first to get done, I think who we could be fighting is on- that screen.” Pointing to a screen in the room that was on the middle far left it would show Taloc and Mokoto vs Kerrigan and ‘Ass Kicker’.
A rouge, bug lady, a human with blue hair, and a big woman with an even bigger hammer. Just as much of a gaggle fuck as their own pairing, but Ricter only half paid attention as Cell glanced over, being the fighter that he was a bit of information on their opponents wouldn't hurt.
Instead Ricter was focused on alchemy, manifesting a bowl and beginning to grind up the herbs and flowers he had inside of his pouch. Feeling as if he needed to keep busy right now while they were both doing nothing.
Maybe the bio-android just wanted to win and thought a peep talk would smooth it out, ensuring his victory in the finals so that after he’d be discarded like a used tissue. That sensation was fairly normal when it came to him, yet he welcomed his attempt.
Surely Cell wasn’t some Dr. Phil of conversations, especially when it wasn’t about how amazing he was, however his own wish for adoration could easily over shadow his own. Ricter held no wish to become famous for this endeavor, but if it was to fulfill his own desires and Cell’s aim for glory then it was better than nothing.
“Alright.” his tone was low, like speaking to someone who might have gotten a D- on a test and his teacher was telling him to do better. Eyes open now the mustelid would sit back, his sword was sheathed and at the side of the bench, to make sitting comfortable for him.
“Listen..” The large green amalgamation would speak up, causing Ricters larger ears to perk up, twitching.
“As much as I’d love to fight on my own behalf, I at the very least require you to be focused. So long as your doing your best to complement my skill winning will be simple.” His words seemed to have little impact at first, Ricter not saying anything back but soon giving a soft smile a nod, looking a bit more chipper.
Ah, I’m mildly impressed I managed a positive reaction, maybe after I defeat the rest of the competitors I can master the art of motivational speaking. Give some of these peons a glimmer of hope to even becoming a fraction of my greatness.
“You don’t have to try so hard.” The weasel’s comment came sudden, his smile lulling into just a small smirk but all the same Cell could clearly hear what he had said.
“’Try’ is a term I use rarely, only ever to describe my opponents shortcomings.” Sharp as the point on his tail, yet just as egotistical as one could ever hope to be. Maybe not to that extreme, but he was up there, Gilgamesh and him could probably have a battle about who looks best in the mirror and it would go on for days.
Smirking more, it cracked into a smile and almost stifled laugh while looking back up to Cell. Sky blue pools as bright and big as you’d see on some adorable animal, the sight was almost stomach churning for the bio-android. “Still, thanks.”
Grimacing he would scoff and say nothing for a second but eventually throw a rebuttal. “You can thank me when you’ve lived to see second place, for now we have a climb to make and I don’t expect to see any trip ups during it.”
Pulling the leather sheath into his lap he would seem back to his average self, sure he still felt reservations about his usefulness, but if he could get Cell to even imagine treating him like a partner than he had something going for him.
“I’ll do what I can, honestly I didn’t expect to survive all those slams and hits. Seems my pelt got tougher coming into this place.” On quick inspection of his fur, it looked normal, and as fuzzy as you could imagine, not as iron clad as he felt when taking certain attacks from both Ash and Jak.
“I noticed, you can take quite the beating.” Ricter of course didn’t know wither to take that as an insult or a complement but here’s to hoping for the positive one.
“Uh, Thanks? Well, anyways, the matches are still going, we were the first to get done, I think who we could be fighting is on- that screen.” Pointing to a screen in the room that was on the middle far left it would show Taloc and Mokoto vs Kerrigan and ‘Ass Kicker’.
A rouge, bug lady, a human with blue hair, and a big woman with an even bigger hammer. Just as much of a gaggle fuck as their own pairing, but Ricter only half paid attention as Cell glanced over, being the fighter that he was a bit of information on their opponents wouldn't hurt.
Instead Ricter was focused on alchemy, manifesting a bowl and beginning to grind up the herbs and flowers he had inside of his pouch. Feeling as if he needed to keep busy right now while they were both doing nothing.