08-29-2013, 11:55 PM
There were echoes upon echoes until there was nothing left. The rattling voice that had approached her senses had drilled information into her skull. If not for the dreadful sight of its sliced smile the girl may have batted an eyelash or two. Not only had she been unable to bat her eyes, she could not move, and it was in this way that she was told the story of the Omniverse and her role in this world.
“The world,” she breathed, and her eyelids fluttered. It had all melded into one until all that remained was white. It was familiar to her, and yet, so very alien. Juuhachigou had never known true death. It had always been a gateway to another place. Surely, this was not death, because she was still alive…or so she thought.
She sat up, flaxen hair falling past her shoulders, her blue eyes searching. “This can’t be real,” she murmured, squinting, trying to get a hold of her senses. “Did I register for Dante’s Abyss?” It had been a handful of years since she, or Raditzu, had joined the universally dominating tournament.
If it wasn’t Dante’s Abyss, chances were it could have been any number of foes. They had their fair share of abductions, games, battles, and events, and more often than not she was strapped down in some metallic bed being uploaded into a highly advanced program.
And yet….and yet…
The android stood, and with a gentle breath, she composed herself. Eyelids closed, and her mind swept forth, feeling for…anything. That was when she felt more than a few things scuttling about in this expanse. Two in one direction, another pair in the other direction, and then, behind her…
“A fountain,” she mused aloud and stared over her shoulder.
Indeed, behind her, warping and twisting into something she had never quite seen before, stood a fountain. Metallic projections jutted up in a spiral, and then slowly, they were branching out like a metal tree with fingers full of water. The water soon created a waterfall in a circle from each arm of metal, filling a circular basin.
It was beyond the fountain that she felt them. Others, many of them, but she could not tell if they were strong or weak. It was a troubling feeling. The lack of information made her breath quicken. Normally she could feel the power. Some would be weaker than others…but all she knew was that they were alive, and they were…mingling.
The android lifted a hand and stared at her palm. Although a small orb appeared, and indeed it was full of power, it was nothing compared to what she knew she was capable of. It left her stomach feeling heavy, and with that sense of foreboding, she jumped.
Eighteen landed, warbled, and fell to her hands and knees. “No!” she exclaimed in astonishment. “What happened to my powers?” The gift of flight was gone. No matter how she focused, no matter what she did, she could not fly.
Worse…she could not transform.
She need not rush her fate, considering that she had no clue as to who these others were, so she found herself sitting on the edge of the ever changing fountain and setting her face in her hands. I’m dead. That has to be it. But why am I not on King Kai’s planet? I always end up there…unless this really is a game. All I remember is…
Eighteen gave a sigh and lifted her head. She remembered everything, except how she got here. Raditzu had been happily eating another tower of waffles and she had left him behind. If this was a game, he would be here, he was always here.
In trepidation, lacking all sense of self, and all powers she had once known like a second skin, the android slowly moved around the fountain. Hearing snippets of conversation, a lack of answers, a questioning on location and reasoning, she knew these people were not as off the mark as she had feared. In fact, they were on the same page, and just as confused. A decade ago she would have questioned their attire, and skin color, but being mind-fucked for so long had changed her view on the worlds she knew.
“Hello, my name is Eighteen,” she said, approaching the group with neither smile nor frown. "I couldn’t help but hear that you’re all just as unsure of this place as I am. Well,” Android Eighteen paused, threaded a hand through her lengthy blond hair, and jabbed a thumb in one direction very much as her comrade was wont to do, “if you didn’t know already, I think we’re being watched.” She then pointed in the other direction. “Over there, too.”
“The world,” she breathed, and her eyelids fluttered. It had all melded into one until all that remained was white. It was familiar to her, and yet, so very alien. Juuhachigou had never known true death. It had always been a gateway to another place. Surely, this was not death, because she was still alive…or so she thought.
She sat up, flaxen hair falling past her shoulders, her blue eyes searching. “This can’t be real,” she murmured, squinting, trying to get a hold of her senses. “Did I register for Dante’s Abyss?” It had been a handful of years since she, or Raditzu, had joined the universally dominating tournament.
If it wasn’t Dante’s Abyss, chances were it could have been any number of foes. They had their fair share of abductions, games, battles, and events, and more often than not she was strapped down in some metallic bed being uploaded into a highly advanced program.
And yet….and yet…
The android stood, and with a gentle breath, she composed herself. Eyelids closed, and her mind swept forth, feeling for…anything. That was when she felt more than a few things scuttling about in this expanse. Two in one direction, another pair in the other direction, and then, behind her…
“A fountain,” she mused aloud and stared over her shoulder.
Indeed, behind her, warping and twisting into something she had never quite seen before, stood a fountain. Metallic projections jutted up in a spiral, and then slowly, they were branching out like a metal tree with fingers full of water. The water soon created a waterfall in a circle from each arm of metal, filling a circular basin.
It was beyond the fountain that she felt them. Others, many of them, but she could not tell if they were strong or weak. It was a troubling feeling. The lack of information made her breath quicken. Normally she could feel the power. Some would be weaker than others…but all she knew was that they were alive, and they were…mingling.
The android lifted a hand and stared at her palm. Although a small orb appeared, and indeed it was full of power, it was nothing compared to what she knew she was capable of. It left her stomach feeling heavy, and with that sense of foreboding, she jumped.
Eighteen landed, warbled, and fell to her hands and knees. “No!” she exclaimed in astonishment. “What happened to my powers?” The gift of flight was gone. No matter how she focused, no matter what she did, she could not fly.
Worse…she could not transform.
She need not rush her fate, considering that she had no clue as to who these others were, so she found herself sitting on the edge of the ever changing fountain and setting her face in her hands. I’m dead. That has to be it. But why am I not on King Kai’s planet? I always end up there…unless this really is a game. All I remember is…
Eighteen gave a sigh and lifted her head. She remembered everything, except how she got here. Raditzu had been happily eating another tower of waffles and she had left him behind. If this was a game, he would be here, he was always here.
In trepidation, lacking all sense of self, and all powers she had once known like a second skin, the android slowly moved around the fountain. Hearing snippets of conversation, a lack of answers, a questioning on location and reasoning, she knew these people were not as off the mark as she had feared. In fact, they were on the same page, and just as confused. A decade ago she would have questioned their attire, and skin color, but being mind-fucked for so long had changed her view on the worlds she knew.
“Hello, my name is Eighteen,” she said, approaching the group with neither smile nor frown. "I couldn’t help but hear that you’re all just as unsure of this place as I am. Well,” Android Eighteen paused, threaded a hand through her lengthy blond hair, and jabbed a thumb in one direction very much as her comrade was wont to do, “if you didn’t know already, I think we’re being watched.” She then pointed in the other direction. “Over there, too.”
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