Post by Frieza on Sept 28, 2010 23:05:13 GMT -5
A man dressed in dark, obviously expensive, attire stood awe struck at the entrance to the alley. His long black hair was slicked back matching his oddly dark eyes, which stared into the changeling. He, now calm, removed his hands from his pockets and moved towards Frieza.
“Very impressive my alien friend! I believe it would be in your best interest to come with me, Phalys will certainly be interested in your abilities,” he said blankly.
“I believe it would be in your best interest to leave this place before I kill you too,” Frieza returned.
“That would be more difficult than you think, I’m no ordinary human you see. I am in fact the right hand man to the mighty Phalys, I am Detros,” he said with a hint of emotion now.
“I highly doubt you’re anymore special than the rest of these pathetic humans,” Frieza chuckled before lowering himself.
At this the changeling burst forward swinging hard at Detros. Detros easily ducked out of the way following through with a swift uppercut to Frieza’s gut. Frieza stumbled back, wind knocked out of him. Regaining his balance Frieza floated upward launching off a series of ki blasts which Detros simply caught in his hands crushing them smiling at the pain. Detros quickly threw his right arm forward unleashing a power blast which caught Frieza in the shoulder causing him to spin entirely around. Frieza landed staring at Detros and breathing heavily.
“Like I said, no ordinary human,” Detros smirked
Frieza retuned the smirk, “alright let’s go meet this Phalys guy.”
“I was hoping you would see things our way, you will make an excellent addition to the league of deviants,” Detros replied turning away from Frieza.
“The league of…” Frieza began to ask.
“You will know in time my friend,” Detros interrupted.
Detros began walking toward another alley at a casual pace. Frieza soon caught up sticking close behind the strange, yet incredibly powerful man, who had just made a mockery of him. The two made their way through a long series of random alleyways for nearly twenty minutes before Detros stopped suddenly at a solid brick wall.
“Xanthos,” he whispered which resonated against the wall echoing hard against Frieza’s ears.
“Xanthos…?” Frieza asked.
“Now is not the time for questions my friend,” Detros returned.
The brick wall slowly began to dissolve away and Detros made his way through the new opening. Frieza followed close behind, making his way down the long flight of stairs as the wall began to reform. Detros stopped at a door and placed his palm against it releasing a small ki discharge. The door slid open revealing a massive intricate system of passageways.
“Two things you should know if you get accepted into the league, the door will only open for the specific energy patterns of ki from members of the league, second the correct path is always straight left left straight straight right straight left right straight straight right. Any other combination will result in death,” Detros said.
“And if I don’t get accepted?” Frieza questioned.
“You will be dead…” Detros returned before following the pathway.
Frieza followed making sure to memorize the correct path. At the end was an empty doorway, Detros and Frieza walked through entering a large room made of what looked to be a mixture of crystal and metal, decorated heavily with gems. On the left stood 3 men dressed like Detros, on the right a dark black alien with a large head and a petite woman also wearing similar attire. In the center a short stair way led to a massive throne where a massive masked man sat, Phalys Frieza assumed.
“My lord, this one shows great potential, he is misguided but has a dark heart and great power,” Detros said bowing.
“You have done well Detros his Power Level is over a thousand and I can see the hate in his eyes,” Phalys said standing.
Phalys walked down the small stair way stopping directly in front of frieza. His attire was different in that it was covered in highly detailed designs that made no sense but were obviously some sort of language. His mask attached to the neck of the his robe blending in perfectly. The only opening were the slits in the eyes and it came to a peak the drooped and fell across his back. He also wore an excessively long cloak that dragged lazily behind him. He placed his hand on Frieza’s head and squeezed gently. They stood incredibly still for a time before Phalys released him and backed away.
“You are worthy, I see that you have a hate for nearly all, but have put your emotions aside to better your abilities by training with Earth’s two great masters. You’re a changeling very versatile and intelligent race,” Phalys said not only to Frieza but the entire room.
“How do you…” Frieza started.
“Know this? I am highly skilled in the art of telekinesis, every one is capable, most just don’t realize it,” Phalys replied.
Detros walked to Frieza and handed him matching attire. Frieza quickly slipped it on and stretched getting a feel for the material. Phalys was now gone, No evidence of where had disappeared too.
“I suggest you get to know the rest of the members now,” Detros stated, “I must go speak with phalys about further matters.”
Frieza nodded in agreement and turned toward the alien first, assuming he would relate to him the most. The alien was sitting now, cross legged, meditating. Frieza watched him for a awhile studying him trying to distinguish his race. In addition to his over sized head he had a spike protruding from both shoulder blades and a small gem directly between his eyes that changed from red to blue with every slight movement.
“My name is Gri,” he said looking up, “Good to see a new alien member around here.”
“So what exactly goes on around here?” Frieza asked.
“Essentially we are an organized crime syndicate, but not quite as bad. Essentially we create chaos through out the world to maintain balance,”
“But why?” Frieza continued.
“I do not know all the answers my brother, I just follow my overwhelming urge to honor the will of Phalys,” Gri returned.
“I see, so what is it exactly you do here?” Frieza asked.
“I personally, am the ki specialist of the league, I spend night and day honing my skills in the art of energy mastery,” Gri answered, “I suggest you introduce yourself to the others now, Phalys will probably want to speak to you again soon.”
Frieza bowed to Gri and made his way across the room to where two of the three men were standing speaking quietly to each other. The one on the left was older with graying hair and short goatee, he quickly glanced away as Frieza stopped next to them. The other very young with a shaved head did the same.
“Just what we need more aliens…” The older one said.
“Don’t mind them,” said the third man, “They think they’re better than all of us especially Gri.”
“I used to have an equal hate for the saiyan race myself, so I can understand,” Frieza said blankly.
“I’m Lexol, those two are Hundis and Jandos, a father and son duo,” he returned.
Lexol was quite tall, sporting thick messy blonde hair, his skin however did not match being that he was definitely of African decent. The small woman had joined them from the side. Her wavy black hair draped over one shoulder., and her green eyes seemed to literally glow.
“Hi, I’m Lesda, the master of deception around here,” she stated.
“Ah I probably should have mentioned that,” Lexol added, “I am keen in the art of hand to hand combat, Hundis is our weapons expert, and Jandos is a master of stealth.”
“Yeah, like Lexol said, you don’t have to worry about them, if they even think of harming you or Gri, Phalys or Detros would make short work of them,” Lesda added.
“I’m not worried, that’s the last of my concerns,” Frieza smirked, “I just want to know what I’m doing here.”
“Hmm… I guess Detros, didn’t explain things,” Lexol responded, “What we do here varies from, assassination, to hostage situations, to the theft of important items.”
“Were not all evil and destructive though,” Lesda added, “We only do what we do to keep balance in the world, if things become to peaceful and good we act out in secrecy to set things right.”
“Of course the league of saints does not always agree with our methods and occasionally there are small battles, or even wars kept away from the public eye.” Lexol said.
“So essentially we are a secret organization that commits evil deeds for a good purpose?” Frieza questioned.
“What could be better my brother,” Detros said emerging next to Frieza, “It is time for you to speak with Phalys alone, take my hand.”
As Frieza clutched the hand of Detros a flash obscured his vision and he appeared in a dimly lit room where Phalys stood alone arms behind his back.
WORD COUNT: 1526
“Very impressive my alien friend! I believe it would be in your best interest to come with me, Phalys will certainly be interested in your abilities,” he said blankly.
“I believe it would be in your best interest to leave this place before I kill you too,” Frieza returned.
“That would be more difficult than you think, I’m no ordinary human you see. I am in fact the right hand man to the mighty Phalys, I am Detros,” he said with a hint of emotion now.
“I highly doubt you’re anymore special than the rest of these pathetic humans,” Frieza chuckled before lowering himself.
At this the changeling burst forward swinging hard at Detros. Detros easily ducked out of the way following through with a swift uppercut to Frieza’s gut. Frieza stumbled back, wind knocked out of him. Regaining his balance Frieza floated upward launching off a series of ki blasts which Detros simply caught in his hands crushing them smiling at the pain. Detros quickly threw his right arm forward unleashing a power blast which caught Frieza in the shoulder causing him to spin entirely around. Frieza landed staring at Detros and breathing heavily.
“Like I said, no ordinary human,” Detros smirked
Frieza retuned the smirk, “alright let’s go meet this Phalys guy.”
“I was hoping you would see things our way, you will make an excellent addition to the league of deviants,” Detros replied turning away from Frieza.
“The league of…” Frieza began to ask.
“You will know in time my friend,” Detros interrupted.
Detros began walking toward another alley at a casual pace. Frieza soon caught up sticking close behind the strange, yet incredibly powerful man, who had just made a mockery of him. The two made their way through a long series of random alleyways for nearly twenty minutes before Detros stopped suddenly at a solid brick wall.
“Xanthos,” he whispered which resonated against the wall echoing hard against Frieza’s ears.
“Xanthos…?” Frieza asked.
“Now is not the time for questions my friend,” Detros returned.
The brick wall slowly began to dissolve away and Detros made his way through the new opening. Frieza followed close behind, making his way down the long flight of stairs as the wall began to reform. Detros stopped at a door and placed his palm against it releasing a small ki discharge. The door slid open revealing a massive intricate system of passageways.
“Two things you should know if you get accepted into the league, the door will only open for the specific energy patterns of ki from members of the league, second the correct path is always straight left left straight straight right straight left right straight straight right. Any other combination will result in death,” Detros said.
“And if I don’t get accepted?” Frieza questioned.
“You will be dead…” Detros returned before following the pathway.
Frieza followed making sure to memorize the correct path. At the end was an empty doorway, Detros and Frieza walked through entering a large room made of what looked to be a mixture of crystal and metal, decorated heavily with gems. On the left stood 3 men dressed like Detros, on the right a dark black alien with a large head and a petite woman also wearing similar attire. In the center a short stair way led to a massive throne where a massive masked man sat, Phalys Frieza assumed.
“My lord, this one shows great potential, he is misguided but has a dark heart and great power,” Detros said bowing.
“You have done well Detros his Power Level is over a thousand and I can see the hate in his eyes,” Phalys said standing.
Phalys walked down the small stair way stopping directly in front of frieza. His attire was different in that it was covered in highly detailed designs that made no sense but were obviously some sort of language. His mask attached to the neck of the his robe blending in perfectly. The only opening were the slits in the eyes and it came to a peak the drooped and fell across his back. He also wore an excessively long cloak that dragged lazily behind him. He placed his hand on Frieza’s head and squeezed gently. They stood incredibly still for a time before Phalys released him and backed away.
“You are worthy, I see that you have a hate for nearly all, but have put your emotions aside to better your abilities by training with Earth’s two great masters. You’re a changeling very versatile and intelligent race,” Phalys said not only to Frieza but the entire room.
“How do you…” Frieza started.
“Know this? I am highly skilled in the art of telekinesis, every one is capable, most just don’t realize it,” Phalys replied.
Detros walked to Frieza and handed him matching attire. Frieza quickly slipped it on and stretched getting a feel for the material. Phalys was now gone, No evidence of where had disappeared too.
“I suggest you get to know the rest of the members now,” Detros stated, “I must go speak with phalys about further matters.”
Frieza nodded in agreement and turned toward the alien first, assuming he would relate to him the most. The alien was sitting now, cross legged, meditating. Frieza watched him for a awhile studying him trying to distinguish his race. In addition to his over sized head he had a spike protruding from both shoulder blades and a small gem directly between his eyes that changed from red to blue with every slight movement.
“My name is Gri,” he said looking up, “Good to see a new alien member around here.”
“So what exactly goes on around here?” Frieza asked.
“Essentially we are an organized crime syndicate, but not quite as bad. Essentially we create chaos through out the world to maintain balance,”
“But why?” Frieza continued.
“I do not know all the answers my brother, I just follow my overwhelming urge to honor the will of Phalys,” Gri returned.
“I see, so what is it exactly you do here?” Frieza asked.
“I personally, am the ki specialist of the league, I spend night and day honing my skills in the art of energy mastery,” Gri answered, “I suggest you introduce yourself to the others now, Phalys will probably want to speak to you again soon.”
Frieza bowed to Gri and made his way across the room to where two of the three men were standing speaking quietly to each other. The one on the left was older with graying hair and short goatee, he quickly glanced away as Frieza stopped next to them. The other very young with a shaved head did the same.
“Just what we need more aliens…” The older one said.
“Don’t mind them,” said the third man, “They think they’re better than all of us especially Gri.”
“I used to have an equal hate for the saiyan race myself, so I can understand,” Frieza said blankly.
“I’m Lexol, those two are Hundis and Jandos, a father and son duo,” he returned.
Lexol was quite tall, sporting thick messy blonde hair, his skin however did not match being that he was definitely of African decent. The small woman had joined them from the side. Her wavy black hair draped over one shoulder., and her green eyes seemed to literally glow.
“Hi, I’m Lesda, the master of deception around here,” she stated.
“Ah I probably should have mentioned that,” Lexol added, “I am keen in the art of hand to hand combat, Hundis is our weapons expert, and Jandos is a master of stealth.”
“Yeah, like Lexol said, you don’t have to worry about them, if they even think of harming you or Gri, Phalys or Detros would make short work of them,” Lesda added.
“I’m not worried, that’s the last of my concerns,” Frieza smirked, “I just want to know what I’m doing here.”
“Hmm… I guess Detros, didn’t explain things,” Lexol responded, “What we do here varies from, assassination, to hostage situations, to the theft of important items.”
“Were not all evil and destructive though,” Lesda added, “We only do what we do to keep balance in the world, if things become to peaceful and good we act out in secrecy to set things right.”
“Of course the league of saints does not always agree with our methods and occasionally there are small battles, or even wars kept away from the public eye.” Lexol said.
“So essentially we are a secret organization that commits evil deeds for a good purpose?” Frieza questioned.
“What could be better my brother,” Detros said emerging next to Frieza, “It is time for you to speak with Phalys alone, take my hand.”
As Frieza clutched the hand of Detros a flash obscured his vision and he appeared in a dimly lit room where Phalys stood alone arms behind his back.
WORD COUNT: 1526