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To Throw a Fight; Bio-Man, Bio-Man, Does Whatever A Goku-Man Can
Topic Started: Feb 17 2014, 10:41 PM (79 Views)
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Afrit leaned against a brimstone cathedral’s wall, breathing in the putrid scents of the hellish landscape all around him. The wedding celebration had gone well into the night, and even now, he could hear the dull roar of the after-party echoing out of the hallowed ground.

“So what now?” Afrit said, looking down to the blue stump of a man that stood in his shadow. “What do you mean?” The blue man said with a mouth full of chicken. “Do you want to go back in?”

Afrit shook his head. How could he? His dance with the beautiful Djinn Bridesmaid has sent his heart and soul into disarray. That, and a fair bit of drink. “I wanted nothing more than destruction on the mortal plane.” Afrit motioned halfheartedly up. “And now I don’t know what I want. I’m back here. With you.”

“Yes with me!” The imp sputtered, shreds of chicken spray all over Afrit’s dress pants. “You did leave me behind last time!”

“I never really cared about you Pilaf. You were a means to an end” Afrit murmured, staring up at the stars. “I just wanted out of the after-life to gain more power. But for what.”

Emperor Pilaf straightened his bow tie and shook his small stub arms in anger. “What in Hell’s name do you mean you didn’t care about me! You were my servant.”

Afrit leaned down, wiping piece of chicken off the Imp’s clothes, his face contorting into a pained smile. “We believe what we want to believe Pilaf. It was good for both of us. Unfortunately, when the time came, I had to leave you.”

Pilaf began blue skin flushed with blood, creating a purple, steaming Imp. “Why the hell are you telling me this you gigantic red buffoon! There’s a party inside that would be infinitely more entertaining that the emotional ramblings of a failed captain!”

“Because we’re both the same kind of fool Pilaf. Captain and Emperor in name, stewing in some delusional illusion that the all the worlds domain will be ours, some day. Tell me Imp. Who do you count friend and ally? Who holds true loyalty to you?”

Pilaf’s ridged posture collapsed, as he sunk against the cathedral. “You, I guess.”
“We deserve each other.” Afrit chuckled. “We would abandon each other at any moment if it meant more power, but at least we can be honest about that.” Pilaf sunk further, taking one last bite of his chicken.

Afrit eyes followed Hell’s tormented landscape, his out stretched hand tracing each dip and rise of the horizon. “We could make a life for ourselves here you know. Stop seizing power, stop betraying those around us. Build something that can last.”

Pilaf looked up from his bowl, his bulging eyes staring at Afrit. He began to shake, laughing. “Only if you call me master again.”

“Not on your life.” Afrit said, offering a hand up to the slumped Imp.
Weary, and with all Hell’s weight on their soulders, Pilaf and Afrit stumbled back into the Afterparty.
-

“So you want to go where exactly?” Pilaf said, stuffing his face with the Egg’s Casimir’s Grandmother had prepared for the beach.

“The Cell-Games” Afrit said, wiping his mouth clean of the burning extra hot sauce that the Kaizoku-jin clan could possibly be famous for.

“Afrit, Cell is a crazy man. I thought you said we weren’t going to chase power again. We were going to have each other’s backs?.” Pilaf jumped down from the breakfast nook’s stool. “Why did I listen to your drunk ramblings anyway?”

Afrit leaned down to Pilaf’s level and picked him up, much to the wriggling Imp’s displeasure and began spinning. “Look at all of this Imp.” Afrit said, carrying the Imp to the front deck. “Lava front property. Tell me, how are we ever supposed to get respect if we don’t have our own home, our own place in this Hell.”

“You said we were done with that.” Pilaf squealed, turning green as Afrit moved him around. “You said we’d work on being decent people!”

“Decent to those closest to us.” Afrit said, setting the Imp down. “How am I supposed to settle down with that beautiful Djinn enchantress if I don’t have Lava Front property!”

Pilaf grabbed his head. “Afrit, how is this supposed to help me?”

Afrit walked towards the beaten trail that leads off the property. “Like you said Pilaf. This time we have each other’s back no matter what. What’s mine is yours. Are you coming are not?”

Pilaf shuffled behind Afrit.

“OK, OK, slow down you red Lumox!” he wheezed, running down the path.

-

A massive pillar rose above a forest of dead trees. Below, a fighting ring had been lovingly crafted from marble tiles. A menacing Bio-Android’s voice rang down to the gathering crowd of hardened monsters and warriors.

“You have all come here to be the best!” The voice boomed. A tug came at Afrit’s leg.

“Hold me up! Pilaf whined, his neck craned up to the pillar. “I can’t even see this Cell thing!” Afrit scooped Pilaf up, holding him well above his head.

“You will face each other in pitched combat!” The voice continued with practiced measure. “Who volunteers themselves as tribute?”

A gigantic Dark-Jin stepped forward. “I will Cell!” its gravely voice creaked.

“A fine warrior! Who will face him?”

Afrit held Pilaf higher still, and shouted “This one will! This mighty, powerful Imp!”

Pilaf gasped, almost falling from Afrit’s clenched fists. “What?! Me?” He cried, going limp in fear.

The crowd broke out into laughter. “Silence!” shouted Cell. “If he thinks he has what it takes, we will not disrespect him! Into the ring!”

The Dark-Jin Lumbered into the ring. Afrit tucked the struggling Pilaf under-arm, and placed him on the opposite end. “Last long enough for me to get a good Idea of what he can do.” Afrit whispered to Pilaf. “Partners, remember?” he said, holding back laughter.

Pilaf shook as he braced himself for inevitable defeat.

“On my mark!” shouted Cell. The Dark-Jin began to laugh, an terrifying noise that rose the hairs on Afrit’s neck. “Fight!”

The Dark-Jin Spit a stream of fire at Pilaf, Setting his regal attire aflame. He then began to circle his new prey. Pilaf ducked and dived each incoming strike, running between the creatures massive legs to avoid a double fisted strike.

Afrit carefully observed the beast’s technique. It’s primary attacks were a fire breath, after which it would close distance and begin trying to take down his opponent with is raw strength. “He can’t fly”. Afrit muttered, smiling.

One well placed strike knocked Pilaf from the ring. Afrit rushed to catch the imp and set him against one of the gnarled trees that lined the arena. “Rest now Pilaf.” He said. “You’ve done an excellent job.” The crowd’s
laughter died down as Cell’s voice boomed down from the high pillar above.

“Who now will offer a better fight against this creature!” Cell said.

Afrit rose from the ground, beginning to fly, until he was level with Cell. The insectoid Bio-Android looked at him with some interest before his expression was replaced with a sneer.

“Will you succeed where your little friend failed?” He said “Then get down to the ring and claim your prize!” Cell launched a beam at Afrit, sending him hurtling down towards the ring. He landed with a crack as the marble of the ring shattered into a crater.

“Begin!” Cell said, a smile barely visible on his face.

Afrit quickly rolled on his back, and searing flames licked the spot his had landed. Rising from the ring, he flew above the beast, launching an energy attack of his own. The Dark-Jin just laughed, absorbing the energy into itself.

Afrit continued the salvo, dodging the growing flamethrower the creature spit towards him. As more attacks hit the Dark-jin, the larger the flamethrower became. Dead Trees began to burst into flame, and the crowd began to part, as the temperature of the area skyrocketed.

“Give up!” the Dark-Jin screamed, mouth full of flame! “I’ve had my fill for the day!”

Afrit cupped his hands in the way he had seen Cell do earlier. “Let’s see if you can handle a bit more!” a blue beam flew from Afrit’s hands, hitting the Dark-jin square in the chest. Cracks began forming all over the creature.

“No! it screamed. No more!” it moaned, dropping to all fours.

Afrit screamed, channeling the last of his Ki into the attack. The Dark-jin erupted, blowing up into a fiery inferno, leaving only carbon scoring where he had stood moments earlier.

Cell clapped slowly, and the crowd approached the now cooling area.

“Excellent job Djinn. I’ve seen enough. The rest of you leave. I have someone to tutor now.”

Afrit flew down to the ring.

“I am ready.” He motioned over at Pilaf, still knocked out on the tree. “Mind if he sticks around?’
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