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“Tis ever my goal,” Murmured the Pride of Evil, a smirk upon his lips even as his deep crimson eyes wandered over Luceptor. The smirk never faltered, as he took in the changes his kin had made in there entirety. After a few moments of silent observation, Azamat spoke, “I see you have made for yourself a new form. This one is very nice looking. No one would ever know you are really a snake in the grass.”

After that last remark the Makaioshin waved his hand in a dismissive manner, “No, please me as it does to remind others of their place, I actually had a reason for this visit. As I have been by the Demon King Piccolo's side, I have been without much news of the rest of the North Galaxy.”

He paused, as if contemplating something, “And I figured who could be more fun to ask, than the little liar? Can I discern the truth from the lie? Indubitably, but is it not the chance of failure that makes one look truly strong?”

As all of the previous questions were rhetorical, the eldest of the Makaioshin stepped through Luceptor and into the room, “This is the room of the participant. Interesting... Why are you planning on joining this tournament?”
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[hider=Glacial]
His words falling on ears that had not quite caught up with him, Glacial watched his twin approach at a more leisurely pace. When his elder brother had reached him, the younger of the two sighed and shook his head, “It was mother, right? I ran out yelling like an idiot and mother was already more than a step ahead!”

In a pouting manner, the younger Arcosian stormed off through the snow heading away from the mountain belonging to the Red Clan. He was not sure that he was heading in the right direction, but he was now too annoyed to care. His father was certain they would shame the entire clan but his mother was willing to risk letting them out. 

As he trudged on in silence, still sorting out his thoughts, Glacial kept coming back to how stupid he must have looked to the guard. Eventually, when he felt as if he would burst from frustration, the young Arcosian stopped and let loose a resounding roar at the frozen wastes around him. Once he had finished roaring at the icy nothingness, it was followed by a second sigh, though this one was clearly relieved.

Seconds later, something answered his roar, it sounded like two icebergs crashing together in the middle of an ocean, a terrible long grating sound peppered by sounds like shattering glass. Unable to admit his own fear of this very real test, Glacial took off running toward the sound. While his legs carried him, his mouthed opened and he called out, “Bring it on, you frozen chunk of lard!”
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[hider=Thess]
The boy's brain patterns spiked again, grabbing the scientist's attention. He fiddled with a few knobs as he muttered to himself, “I wonder what troubles him.”

“Dr. Hound was the original head of this project, right?” Asked the pilot as he watched the scientist.

Again the Saiyan woman answered the pilot's question, “Dr. Hound was, until his son killed him with a power which he should never have been given.”

That was all the information the pilot needed to piece together the issues the boy in the tank was facing, “So, in an accident over which he had no control, as a result of the experiment his father performed on him, this boy killed Dr. Hound?”

“That would sum it up,” Replied the Saiyan woman, her words barely a whisper.

The pilot was beginning to understand the story behind the teenager, he had slowly been piecing it together for a while, but one thing that still did not fit was this woman. He wanted to question her about how she fit into this little puzzle but he dare not ask her. The pilot could tell this woman was no grunt, likely she had some pull of her own. After some silence he had the nerve to ask, “So, are you here to contain the boy if he gets out of hand?”

The woman snickered at the question and shook her head, “No, I am just here to see if continued tests are worth pursuing or if the boy is just a loose end that need be cut.”
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