07-01-2017, 09:14 AM
Graowr just stared at Zedd with a confused look on her face. "Hey, why's the collar-thing making that—" She was cut off by an explosion, and a splattering of gore. Knocked off her feet, and sprawled on her back. Still staring straight forward, as if looking questioningly at the galactic tyrant. Wondering why that thing around his neck was making the weird beeping noise. A film of blood coated her virtually from head to toe, staining her skin and everything else a dark, macabre red. For a long moment, she didn't even react. Just...laid there on the ground, arms splayed out to either side, exactly as she had landed.
Cell and Archer had regained their feet much more quickly. A little disheveled and out of it from their own injuries and now from being covered in blood and gore, but on their feet again. "Well...that ssucked," the bug-man rasped, wiping away a splotch of blood from over his eye. "Guesss we know for sure what these damn collars do now, though. A shame about the sskinlesss guy, though. He was..." He trailed off when Archer put a hand on his shoulder, jerking his head down at the still-grounded majin. "....what'ss her deal? She dead or ssomething?" The bio-android stepped over and lightly kicked at her prone form. No response.
"Big, angry and skinless was her friend," Archer reminded the giant roach-man. "Remember? Give her a minute."
"We don't HAVE a minute!"
It was at that moment that Graowr sat bolt upright, in a blur of motion. Her expression had changed, going from the normally happy, naive and almost child-like look of wonder and excitement about this whole competition to something...much, much darker. A deep, ugly frown had crawled onto her face, her eyes wider than it looked like should have been possible. She sat there for only a few more moments, staring at the bloody smear on the ground (and everything else) that had been Zedd. Slowly, ever so slowly, she shifted forward, onto her feet and wandered forward, as if on auto-pilot. One step after the other. Slowly, awkwardly, mechanically. She just stooped down among his remains, brushing aside the bits and pieces. Rolling his staff out of the way. And finally picking up the bag of items that the galactic warlord had had. Without saying a word, she clutched it tightly in one hand and stood back up. Without a word, she turned around again and started walking away, in the same way they'd been going. Still the same slow, plodding, mechanical pace.
Cell and Archer just shared a look between themselves. "Dibs on the staff," Archer finally said, stooping down to scoop it up as he hurried after the small, downtrodden blue demon.
"What the hell just happened here?" Cell snapped, loping after them.
Cell and Archer had regained their feet much more quickly. A little disheveled and out of it from their own injuries and now from being covered in blood and gore, but on their feet again. "Well...that ssucked," the bug-man rasped, wiping away a splotch of blood from over his eye. "Guesss we know for sure what these damn collars do now, though. A shame about the sskinlesss guy, though. He was..." He trailed off when Archer put a hand on his shoulder, jerking his head down at the still-grounded majin. "....what'ss her deal? She dead or ssomething?" The bio-android stepped over and lightly kicked at her prone form. No response.
"Big, angry and skinless was her friend," Archer reminded the giant roach-man. "Remember? Give her a minute."
"We don't HAVE a minute!"
It was at that moment that Graowr sat bolt upright, in a blur of motion. Her expression had changed, going from the normally happy, naive and almost child-like look of wonder and excitement about this whole competition to something...much, much darker. A deep, ugly frown had crawled onto her face, her eyes wider than it looked like should have been possible. She sat there for only a few more moments, staring at the bloody smear on the ground (and everything else) that had been Zedd. Slowly, ever so slowly, she shifted forward, onto her feet and wandered forward, as if on auto-pilot. One step after the other. Slowly, awkwardly, mechanically. She just stooped down among his remains, brushing aside the bits and pieces. Rolling his staff out of the way. And finally picking up the bag of items that the galactic warlord had had. Without saying a word, she clutched it tightly in one hand and stood back up. Without a word, she turned around again and started walking away, in the same way they'd been going. Still the same slow, plodding, mechanical pace.
Cell and Archer just shared a look between themselves. "Dibs on the staff," Archer finally said, stooping down to scoop it up as he hurried after the small, downtrodden blue demon.
"What the hell just happened here?" Cell snapped, loping after them.
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