Post by Deleted on Jan 5, 2014 21:45:28 GMT
"PUNCH, KICK, IT'S ALL IN THE MIND..." The sound of a outdated training video echoed throughout Arcose's royal palace, thanks to Chillz's daily workout regimen. It seemed that every time he trained that some sort of cheesy music would be blasted about the castle, along with a room or two being destroyed. It wasn't the most logical of training programs, but Chillz enjoyed it, and the workout was surprisingly effective.
Chillz was currently in the throne room, training with a holographic old man. He mimicked the old man's moves, attacking the air around him with a flurry of lighting fast kicks and punches, so engrossed in the workout that he didn't notice one of his solders slip in from the back.
"U-Uh...sir..." The solider slowly approached Chillz, trying his best to avoid upsetting him. "I'm sorry to interrupt your training, your lordship, b-but some news has come up..."
"Hrm?" Chillz turned around to face the changeling, as the holographic workout program shut down mid punch. "What is it?
"W-well..." The solider froze mid-sentence, looking down and staring at the pint sized tyrant. Chillz was in his usual work-out garments, which consisted of a white karate gi, a red headband tied loosely around his head, and bright pink leg warmers. It looked ridiculous, to say the least. The outfit took the solider by surprise, and so much so that he stood still as if frozen in place, continuing to stare at the young Acrosian. Luckily, Chillz's scowl was more then enough to break the solider from his gaze, and remind the him that he was interrupting the lord's beloved training. "Um...I-It has just been recently announced that the peace treaty well be renewed this upcoming week." The solider looked up, the strain of the outfit had become too much to bare.
"Oh. That silly old thing...I can't believe that it still exists." Chillz started to take off his training gear, and he began to untie his headband as he hovered over to his throne. "Is there anything else you wished to tell me?""
"Yes, your highness. Along with the peace treaty, the centurial tournament that accompanies it well also be hosted in the upcoming weeks."
Chillz eyes widened, as he looked up from his throne. "Tournament? What tournament?" Chillz had never himself been to one of these "peace festivals", as it only happened every century. Besides, he never paid much attention to the festivals anyhow, as he felt that peace in general was just a load of bull crap.
'Yes, sir. The tournament in which the best fighters from the galaxy attend, and fight in honor of their planets. If I may say so myself, it's quite a spectacle."
Yes, Chillz thought to himself. This is just what he needed. It was the moment that he had been waiting this whole boring year for. Chillz started to gain a devilish grin, as he sat quietly in his throne and started to formulate a plan. He turned towards the solider, his smile distrubing him greatly.
"Solider...ready my ship. We're going to Earth."
Chillz was currently in the throne room, training with a holographic old man. He mimicked the old man's moves, attacking the air around him with a flurry of lighting fast kicks and punches, so engrossed in the workout that he didn't notice one of his solders slip in from the back.
"U-Uh...sir..." The solider slowly approached Chillz, trying his best to avoid upsetting him. "I'm sorry to interrupt your training, your lordship, b-but some news has come up..."
"Hrm?" Chillz turned around to face the changeling, as the holographic workout program shut down mid punch. "What is it?
"W-well..." The solider froze mid-sentence, looking down and staring at the pint sized tyrant. Chillz was in his usual work-out garments, which consisted of a white karate gi, a red headband tied loosely around his head, and bright pink leg warmers. It looked ridiculous, to say the least. The outfit took the solider by surprise, and so much so that he stood still as if frozen in place, continuing to stare at the young Acrosian. Luckily, Chillz's scowl was more then enough to break the solider from his gaze, and remind the him that he was interrupting the lord's beloved training. "Um...I-It has just been recently announced that the peace treaty well be renewed this upcoming week." The solider looked up, the strain of the outfit had become too much to bare.
"Oh. That silly old thing...I can't believe that it still exists." Chillz started to take off his training gear, and he began to untie his headband as he hovered over to his throne. "Is there anything else you wished to tell me?""
"Yes, your highness. Along with the peace treaty, the centurial tournament that accompanies it well also be hosted in the upcoming weeks."
Chillz eyes widened, as he looked up from his throne. "Tournament? What tournament?" Chillz had never himself been to one of these "peace festivals", as it only happened every century. Besides, he never paid much attention to the festivals anyhow, as he felt that peace in general was just a load of bull crap.
'Yes, sir. The tournament in which the best fighters from the galaxy attend, and fight in honor of their planets. If I may say so myself, it's quite a spectacle."
Yes, Chillz thought to himself. This is just what he needed. It was the moment that he had been waiting this whole boring year for. Chillz started to gain a devilish grin, as he sat quietly in his throne and started to formulate a plan. He turned towards the solider, his smile distrubing him greatly.
"Solider...ready my ship. We're going to Earth."