Artist: The Enigma TNG - Song: The Enigma - Word Count: 627...war, eh? Fun stuff.
That was the first line of thought that came into the head of the Nuclear Beast known as Radioactive. Standing on the edge of a cliff within a frozen military base high in the mountains of an undisclosed location of Russia, this infamous Shinigami was sensing something fierce far off in the distance. And, for someone of his caliber to sense a disturbance from this vantage point meant only one thing: all hell broke loose somewhere.
So, as the cold winter winds of the land whipped across his bare and scarred chest, the face of the dirtied blonde turned into a small, toothed grin. Perhaps today he was going to get a good work out in, find a worthy foe and get his blood pumping once more. After all, didn't he always go where the strong thrived? Yeah, that was his creed and he needed to stick with it.
Hence, by the time a few advisors of his military arrived, Radioactive didn't even need to know who was fighting before he was sold on the idea. There were familiar energy signatures, so he understood that it must've been something involving those demons. He didn't give two shits about that. All he wanted was a good fight.
But, a name came out of the sea of needless words his men were giving him:"...Priscilla Yunari is requesting you arrive..."
That name -- his sister -- she was there? Well, now he had no other choice but to strap on his combat boots and march down the path of war alongside his sibling. They lived in war, died in war and were reborn in it. So it only made sense to be ever so allured by it's deadly grip. Therefore, as Priscilla Yunari appeared on a holographic screen before Radioactive thanks to the wonders of the 25th Century's technology, the sibling smirked and was very pleased to see her."...you are coming, right, bro? You can't pass this up."
That was the first word which was uttered from the sister.
After a few moments of silence, Radioactive closed his single eye and replied with a firm sentence. "What do you think, sis?"
Both of siblings then gave the other a sinister chuckle before Priscilla snapped her fingers and a hovercraft descended from the heavens above Radioactive. This was a Vanguard sponsored vehicle and would take him at light speed to the destination of Iceland in order to find his foe. "I think...yes! You wouldn't be my brother if you didn't."
Sticking her tongue out at the golden haired champ, Priscilla played and banter with her brother; despite this being quite the urgent matter. If things got out of hand, this could get ugly. However, she had faith brother wouldn't do something idiotic and jeopardize the planet. After all, there would be no more good fights if that entire nation was nuked to death, eh? "Tch, and you wouldn't be my sister if you chickened out either. So, shall I see you in hell tonight?"
Arms folded, but face full of mischievous glee; the snarky shark brother walked towards the aerial craft that was opening it's hatch doors to allow him access into the ship. "You betcha! Let's make it dinner! "
With one final chuckle, Radioactive would walk up the steel plated ramp and step forth into the darkness."...sounds like a plan."
Closing his statement with that simple sentence, all bets were off and The Nuclear Hulk of Russia was well on his way to Iceland to do his part and find his thrill once more with the loving help of a sibling.