[center][b][u]ARCOSE[/u][/b][/center] The planet of Arcose was gearing up for the tournament, inviting any fighters that think they are powerful enough to dare and step onto the icy surface of their planet to do so. The gravity alone was enough to weed out those not worthy, even the King of Earth dare not come to the Summit in person as he would be unable to withstand such a force. Still, many fighters have already gathered and others are on their way. Those that have arrived have already been shown to their rooms along the outside of the enormous coliseum that was carved out of one of the many smaller mountains. The fighters that wait were counting down the days, only seven more until the Fourth Tournament of the North Galaxy would start. Some spent their time training, others watched the grisly fights normally held by the Arcosians, but none left the coliseum. At least they did not with out permission or in secret, fighters given their rooms are forbidden to leave, as the secretive race allowed none to wander the surface of their planet. [center][b][u]EARTH[/u][/b][/center] Safe behind the shield made of little robots, the citizens of Earth made their own preparations for the tournament. The humans bought snacks and cleaned their homes, as many would host parties as if the tournament were a sporting event, content to watch from afar on their flat screens. Capsule Corp had already sent their fighters on their way and Royal Robotics had no entries of their own. A few stragglers were still making their final preparations, but thankfully technology had made ships fast enough to get from one end of the galaxy to the other in a matter of days. [center][b][u]NEW NAMEK[/u][/b][/center] New Namek, a place ravaged by the members of the Demon Clan, it had no structure to speak of and the planet was in ruins. Even so, there were those that plan to make their appearance at the Fourth Tournament, but they had already left. Demon King Piccolo and his Makaioshin advisers had arrived on Arcose weeks ago. Those that remained continued to fight amongst each other and hunted the faint whiffs of the few uncorrupted that still hid beneath the surface. [hider=Thess][center][b][u]THESS[/u][/b][/center] A small transport ship flew through the North Galaxy heading for the planet Arcose. The pilot looked over the display screens, checking to ensure the ship was still on the right course. Content with what he saw, the man moved from his seat and made his way to the back, where a shorter man looked over a translucent cylindrical chamber. Inside the chamber was a thin limb teenager, who could only barely have hit puberty, with a furred simian tail wrapped around his waist. The shorter man turned to the pilot as he approached, “I take it everything is still going well up there?” Nodding, the pilot replied, “Yes, Dr. Corgie, we should arrive at Arcose in a few days.” Pleased with the pilot's words, the scientist merely nodded and for several moments, both men stared at the boy that slept in the chamber. Eventually, the pilot broke the silence with a question, “Do you really think this prototype will be able to hold his own against the monsters that he might face in the tournament?” It was not the doctor that answered the pilot, but a woman dressed in Saiyan Armor, who stood in the corner, “He better be able to do that and more.” While the pilot seemed to shrink a bit from the woman, the scientist only smiled, “Oh, I think you will be quite surprised by how this boy does in these tests.” The woman shook her head seemingly a bit irritated by the man's smile, “We shall see.” [/hider][hider=Glacial] [center][b][u]GLACIAL[/u][/b][/center] The twin Arcosians had recently completed their combat forms and were eager to show their father. Glacial, always full of energy led the way, he leaped his way up the stairs, his short legs taking them two at a time. They had been practicing in secret down on the lowest level, where only the Servants reside, not even the Mixed Bloods cared for their company as they were unable to converse in any known language. He felt his heart thumping in his chest and smiled. Without a word he continued on until he reached the fourth level, knowing full well that his calmer brother would not complain about his pace. When the two stood on the plateau of the fourth level, they turned and entered the hallways that led to the cave they called home. Before either of them could burst in with the news of their triumph and demand their right to become adults, the words of their father floated out of the entrance, “I don't care if they have completed their combat forms.” Glacial wanted to barge in and challenge his father right then and there, but the words of his mother quickly followed North's, “If they are able to utilize the combat form, we cannot keep them from going out on their own. It is our way, if they can then they must.” “But do you know the shame they could bring us! No one in the red clan has failed to bring back a heart in over a hundred years!” The larger Arcosian retorted, breathing heavily in his anger. His twin sons ever seemed a burden he never wished to bear. Now that they were nearing their combat form, only more scenarios of shame flitted through his mind. Growling a bit, North continued, “If they succeeded, what's next? What would they want then? To enter the tournament? To publicly shame us in front of the whole galaxy?!” The more boisterous twin looked to his brother and started to walk away, “We don't need that old fool's permission. All we need is a heart!” [/hider][hider=Azamat] [center][b][u]AZAMAT[/u][/b][/center] The Demon King Piccolo sat in a spot reserved for the guest fighters watching the carnage in the Coliseum below. His eyes  followed the two  mixed blood  Arcosians as they battled in a grisly fight to the death. He seemed entertained, if not pleased, by the violence. Behind the Namekian a figure stepped out of the shadows, it strode with the steps of one whose confidence is unshakable. As the figure reached the side of the green skinned being, the Namekian questioned it, "Where have you been, Azamat?" "Oh, just looking in on some of the competition," replied the Makaioshin. Piccolo shook his head, "Did you see anything interesting?" "Nothing that would worry us," Stated Azamat matter of factually, as a smug smirk crawled across his face. The King of the Demon Clan sighed, his tone taking on a sharp edge, "Well, of course not. I chose my words with purpose. Was there anyone interesting?" Replying the a shrug, the Pride of Evil seemed amused by the change in tone of the obviously much more powerful Piccolo, “Everything in this realm is interesting, everything and everyone.” The Namekian just shook his head again and left it at that, knowing full well he would not get anymore out of the Makaioshin unless the Demon God chose to put it forth on his own. Instead, he just leaned back and returned his focus to the gore of the battle spread over the center of the coliseum. One of the mixed bloods had impaled the other with his tail and was proceeding to tear the weaker opponent apart with his bare hands. Smiling, Piccolo waited for the next match to begin. [/hider] [hider=OOC Footer] [@BCTheEntity] I figure that the Makaioshin likely can feel who it is when they are within range of each others Negative Manipulation, since they spent an untold amount of time in each others company. They are not however, directly affected by the ability. [/hider]