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Post by Zyren on Aug 7, 2020 12:42:07 GMT -5
The Dual-Souled Avenger 309/309 Soul glanced up from the paused simulation toward the recessed control and view room in the wall that he couldn't make out, for it was shielded by several blast plating and energy barriers to dissipate any stray fire that would arc from the training area. He cocked and eyebrow and responded; "While I appreciate your concern, Val, there can't be progress without something in return. Usually with strength, you have to work on weakness, and pain is one and also a reminder that I have a long way to go myself. As for medical equipment and training on either race, I have both, along with many others in the medical bay on the ship. If I'm out for some reason, Spark can coach you on how to help me as he does most of the work himself."He made a cutting motion to his neck at one of the hidden cameras as a signal to his AI to end the simulation, and like dew before the rising sun; the life-like holograms faded from existence to once more leave the room a blank canvas. The mark on his cheek vanished and was replaced with a narrow line of red skin, which was clearly agitated but would disappear quickly with his healing factor. For Val, who might have a human's normal healing factor, it would disappear in probably an hour. Him? Several minutes. He strode out of the room and waited by the door for her to exit and stripped himself free of the harness, hanged it, then turned toward her with a question of his own. "So, where would you like to go? I haven't shown you to your bedroom yet, if you do decide to stay, and we also have the mess hall and other areas that we could visit. All you have to do is give the word."
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Post by Val on Aug 8, 2020 3:02:38 GMT -5
The Runaway 288/288 He brushed off her concern before having Spark shut down the hologram program. The pixels dissipated and faded away. It was just a white padded room again. She watched him closely and saw the mark on his face fade. She smiled; it comforted her to see the ‘injury’ wasn’t as bad as it had seemed during the training. She watched as he exited the empty simulation room. She took a quick glance at all the equipment; she could not fathom the amount of time it would take to build this room let alone the entire ship. It was rather large for just one person. It didn’t make much sense to her why he had this large of a ship to himself, but she shook herself from the thought as she realized there was a rather dashing shirtless man who was waiting for her on the other side of the door. Her eyes widened as she listened to him. ”Um, wait. I can actually stay?” Her voice came out quiet and a little higher in pitch than she would have liked. Her face slowly grew pink. It wasn’t the red he could typically draw from her cheeks. It was far lighter in comparison. Her face lit up as she went to fling her arms around him before he could respond. ”Thank you,” she squeezed him before she realized what she had done and took an awkward step back. Her face flooded with the familiar red he seemed to constantly bring out of her. ”Um.. um.. Thank you. Oh, I guess we can go look at the bedroom. Um yeah,” she squeezed her eyes closed wishing she could hide her face. She wanted to dissipate like the training scene had.
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Post by Zyren on Aug 8, 2020 13:46:52 GMT -5
The Dual-Souled Avenger 407/716 He watched her response to his when he talked about her potentially staying, if she was still up to it, and grinned at her blush and high-pitched reaction. He nodded while he chuckled and spread his hands around to encompass everything that she saw and said; "I mean, I dunno. I think I might need to make some room with how packed this ship is. Oh?"It was his turn to grow a bit flushed, but it was quickly squashed from his features as she hugged him unexpectedly and muttered her thanks while being embarrassed. He tried his best to not be awkward as he hugged her petite frame back, which was harder than it looked considering that he had almost a foot of height on her. His first attempt was around her neck, which was too high; yet the second would be sure to cause her to blush because he did it entirely on accident trying to compensate from the first time. That second attempt involved him on complete accident to grab her ass for barely a moment, to which he stammered an apology and moved his hands and arms with as much speed as he could the second he realized that he had grabbed it. He hoped she didn't feel it with how fast it was, but apologized nonetheless before he turned and steered them both toward the barracks part of the ship. He asked Spark to overlay the information through his neural implant on where to go, and with a flicker of color, arrows began to appear in Soul's vision as his ocular nerves were fed information from inside his own head. They turned left, then right, walked several dozen feet and continued to pattern through about a quarter mile before they finally arrived, to which Soul motioned to Val to swipe her hand over the scanner at the door. "Your room is here, and any time that you need to get around, just ask Spark. He can change the lights to match a certain color for you to follow until I get you an occulus or something along the lines to help you navigate the ship when I'm not around. The same goes for a comm device, which I'll work on making when I have the time; until then, ask Spark to transmit your voice or just find one of the numerous pedestals around the ship and talk into it, including this one."
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Post by Val on Aug 8, 2020 15:42:00 GMT -5
The Runaway 221/509 To her surprise, he had hugged her back. First his arms were draped behind her neck but his readjustment made both of them awkward. He dropped his hands lower than either had probably expected. His hand grazed her behind and every muscle in her body tensed and her eyes widened at the faint touch. She tried to brush it off as if her mind had played a trick on her, but she knew that it wasn't a trick. His reaction only confirmed it. Her cheeks flooded with the familiar feeling that he seemed to constantly draw out of her with ease. Once he turned his back, her face lit up at the accidental touch and to for once be able to see him just as awkward as she was. He led them down a series of twists and turn to a door that looked like the others in the hall. He motioned for her to swipe her hand across a scanner by the door. She looked at him hesitantly. As she stepped over to the device he explained how to navigate without him and that he would be making her some basic equipment. "Um, an oc-u-lus? What is that?" The confusion was written across her face as she lifted her hand to the scanner to open the door to her room.
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Post by Zyren on Aug 8, 2020 17:14:20 GMT -5
The Dual-Souled Avenger 274/990 He ignored the fact that Val had caught his accidental grope and rattled off the answer to her question; "Simply put, imagine something that attaches to your temple that provides an overlay over what you see by transmitting light and information through your ocular nerves. It's not as strong as the version that can be put into your brain directly, but basically Spark can communicate with you and highlight things of interest, or create a path to an objective or location if you need to know it. The sciency stuff gets a bit more complex than what I can describe, and no offense, I'd rather not be here for an hour to explain exactly how it works when you'd give me the blank stare a minute in."She waved her hand over the scanner, which documented her biometrics in the same instant as it passed over it and stored it away as it's own personal access code. With it would come security clearance, and to be hacked would have a long and arduous time to try and do so. The door hissed open with a release of air to reveal a plan, spartan room that only held a bed, a desk, a nightstand, and a pedestal similar to several that Val would have seen on the ship prior to interact with Spark directly. "Well, all you'd have to do is decorate it yourself, and if you want another nightstand, you can borrow one from one of the surrounding rooms. I apologize if the equipment and furniture isn't mastercraft material, I had to work with what I had on hand at the time. Any questions?"
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Post by Val on Aug 8, 2020 21:06:21 GMT -5
The Runaway 215/724 He explained that the device made communication with Spark easier. It would allow her to navigate the ship with out Soul before she fully learned the massive ship's layout. "Thank you. You really don't have to go through that much trouble. You have already done more than enough," she waved toward the room as the door hissed open. She peaked into the room. The walls were metal, but the room was a lot bigger than she had expected. She looked up to Soul, "This is my room? What do I do with this much space?" Her eyes grew as she stepped into the room. She walked toward the queen sized bed and ran her hand along the soft surface of it. "This bed is huge. Why does anyone need a bed this big to sleep?" She continued to run her hand along the wooden nightstand and over along the sturdy wooden desk before she went back toward the center of the room. "Wow. This is a lot more than I ever would have expected." She glanced around the room again before looking back to Soul with a tear in her eye and a smile on her face. "Thank you. It's perfect," it came out in a barely audible whisper before she rubbed her overflowing eyes.
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Post by Zyren on Aug 8, 2020 23:17:24 GMT -5
The Dual-Souled Avenger 430/1420 Soul shrugged her thanks away with a slight flush and an ear scratch; "If you're going to be part of the crew, I expect you to be able to get around the ship by yourself, and make sure that you or anyone else that joins to have a good room to boot. If you need money to help redecorate, then I can help out, and since you don't have the ability to get to a mall by yourself yet; I can help with that too. All you have to do is ask, and you can pay me back later of course."He grew quiet when she entered her abode and looked around in wonder, not knowing what to do with all the space, and even made a comment about the bed being too big. All of that spoke with one emotion, and while it was awe, it gave insight into her past; She's never been in a good spot in life...that's so sad. She continued her circuit around the room and touched the desk while her eyes constantly roamed the entirety of the "big" room, only to pause and thank him with a teary smile. Then, the tears started to flow, and he was briefly stunned, not knowing what to do until he mentally slapped himself and strode forward to give her a hug. It wasn't one filled with bad intentions, but merely to try and comfort her at how bad she must be trying to compare her old experience to this room. His hands reached around this time, and he sighed in relief when he grabbed and realized it wasn't her neck. Then he whispered; "It's alright, I try to take care of my crew, and I figure the only way I can get them to stay beside my charming wit is to have really good conversations. Would you like to go to the mess hall? I think I have some icecream or other snacks for comfort food...unless I ate it all. Oh wait, I have the capsule of the stuff we bought." The last part he said distracted, for he was honestly trying to remember until he realized he had bought materials with her a few hours ago. Then, he realized that his hands weren't around her back, but her ass and he gingerly tried to step back and gauge her reaction...and also expect a slap, which he wholeheartedly deserved. However, if she was okay with the hug, or didn't want to let go, then he would try to sit on the bed so she could cry sitting down.
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Post by Val on Aug 9, 2020 18:15:09 GMT -5
The Runaway 339/1063 The blond at the door walked up to the crying woman to comfort her. She let herself lean into his bare chest as she quietly cried both sorrow for the she had and joy for where she was now. Her emotions were spinning within her trying to make sense of it all. His hands had found a resting spot that made her tense for half a second, but the worry faded as quickly as it had come. He tried his best to make sure she was comforted. He offered her typical comfort foods and said how he cared for his 'crew' that included only him and Spark and now her. Her arms stretched around him to hug him in return. "Thank you, Soul," with her head still rested on his chest she looked up to him with tears in her eyes and a smile on her face. She hurried her face back into his chest. She thought she had created the distance that was now between them, so she stepped closer so she could better lean against him. He took a side step which caused her to look up. He made it clear that he was offering to sit on the bed with her while she calmed down. They made their way to the bed, and she leaned against him as the sat along the edge of it. Her mind raced. Stop it! You are crying in front of him and for what? Because you are happy? You look ridiculous. You look ridiculous right now! You are up against his naked chest. Against the muscle you couldn't stop starring at, and trust me, there's no way he didn't notice that earlier... But here you are crying instead of admiring them. Get yourself together damn it.
She looked up at Soul who was still holding her, "I'm sorry." She slowly attempted to back away as she rubbed the last of the tears from her eyes. "sorry you had to see that, but thank you," she gave a small smile.
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Post by Zyren on Aug 9, 2020 22:16:09 GMT -5
The Dual-Souled Avenger 240/1,660 He nodded to her thanks and looked up at the ceiling, not necessarily knowing or trusting how to respond to a crying girl. He was out of practice with this stuff, and as a potential Master Student relationship, he needed to distance himself yet be a friend. It didn't help that he was missing the memories of how to comfort people, but still... He let go when she looked up at him and apologized, then continued her apology about being embarrassed that he had to see it but thanked him anyway. He nodded again and said with a trace amount of uncertainty; "Look, I won't lie that it caught me off guard, but I'm surprised you didn't do this sooner in the alleyway when I stopped those gangbangers. Everyone needs a good cry, and considering that you're crying over something kind instead of something horrible just means your head's in the right place. Lets go get some icecream or something, okay?" With that, he stood and motioned for her to follow, then began to slowly make his way to the mess hall. He didn't need Spark to feed him data on how to get to the kitchens, for the subtle smell of food lingered enough in the air for him to follow like a bloodhound. Another gift of his Saiyan bloodline further enhanced by his bio-android side, which gave him a nose for food similar to that of a bloodhound.
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Post by Val on Aug 9, 2020 22:55:34 GMT -5
The Runaway 291/1354 He let her cry quietly into his chest. It definitely wasn't the impression she had intended to make, but with it out of her system, he comforted her before offering to go get something like ice cream. She gave a small nod before he stood to go. She wanted to pull him back to the bed for many reasons. His arms felt safe and warm. She wanted to know if the ideas that had been spinning in her head all day were also in his, but mostly she just wanted to be close to him. She hesitated a moment, but she slowly rose to her feet, a little dissappointed in herself. She followed him out of her new room. She was ready to move past that random outburst of emotions. As she followed, she over analyzed their conversation while they were in her bedroom; she realized how many different moves she could have made and the different ways it could have played out. She wished she could change it, but instead there she was following as he led the way through the many twists and turns that would be there to plague her on her way back. She knew she would likely get lost later, but that was a later issue. Even if she could ask Spark for help, she most likely wouldn't want to bother him unless she absolutely had to. As she was lost in thought, she realized something. "Hey, Soul. If you got refrigerated stuff, wouldn't it go bad in the capsule?" Her step faltered for a second before letting out a light chuckle, " I hope Roshi wasn't expecting those snacks back anytime soon." She smiled and let some of the weight fall off her shoulders.
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Post by Zyren on Aug 10, 2020 0:25:49 GMT -5
The Dual-Souled Avenger 409/2,069 He paused and looked over his shoulder at the petite girl, raised an eyebrow at her somewhat lost expression, and answered; "Technically, yes, refrigerated stuff will go bad in the capsule, but it takes a lot longer time since everything is broken down into their components and hyper condensed into one another. However, that would take weeks and I'm not that worried about it. As for Roshi...he can wait."Soul gestured into the air and waved the comment away dismissively as they walked further and further into the bowels of the ship toward the mess hall. His mind, unbeknownst to him that Val was doing the exact same thing or had been anyway, replaying the scene in the bedroom several times and he couldn't help but have it branch off several ways. He shifted as they walked, slightly uncomfortable, and cleared his throat once to shake himself of his thoughts as they finally arrived in the giant mess hall that could serve several dozen people at a time. Tables and benches adorned the place, a mixture of metal and wood streamlined and elegant to suit the hybridization of the simplistic and futuristic, yet also rustic at the same time. They made their way through toward the back and into the large kitchens dotted with ovens and tables, stoves, and a variety of other supplies and equipment that could easily hold over a dozen staff to feed many more people. Yet it remained stark and empty just like the rest of his desolate ship, and once more Soul was alone and stuck with that reminder. However, Val was here to change that, or at least for some parts unless she decided to leave. He turned, found a big enough area and quickly retrieved the capsule from it's case before it was thrown to explode in it's typical puff of smoke and thud of goods as they hit the metal on the wooden skid. He began to retrieve the supplies and bustled around the kitchen to put most of them away, yet left out a good chunk for him to cook. He also exposed the freezer to Val and motioned at several types of Icecream, including some of the kinds he put away. Then, he blurred into a flurry of activity to make himself food, and tried to find a way to fill the silence if Val hadn't already; "So uh...What's your favorite type of food? Do you like to cook?"
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Post by Val on Aug 10, 2020 1:01:15 GMT -5
The Runaway 299/1653 She jumped slightly as Soul cleared his throat which brought her back to reality. They had made it to the mess hall. Now that her thoughts were in the present rather than back the many twists and turns in the bedroom, she was able to see how large it was. It could seat dozens of people with room to spare. She looked at the many tables and chairs. It was meant to hold multiple families. This whole ship was designed to hold dozens of people. She looked at him sad for a moment. That's why I'm here. He is alone. I would hate this much space to myself. I mean he has Spark, but that's not the same as having someone physically there. She waited until they got back into the kitchen and put started putting the groceries away. She wasn't sure how to approach what she needed to say. She took a deep breath and sighed before she got his attention as he was prepping some kind of food. She wasn't sure how he was hungry again after the feast he had earlier, but she needed to focus her thoughts before she lost her nerve to ask. "Hey, Soul... um... I have a question if you don't mind me asking. She looked up to hopefully meet his eyes and continued whether he said it was okay or not. She needed to know. "Um, why are you all alone on this ship? It's huge, so why is it just you... and Spark?" She added Spark after a moment if silence. She didn't mean for Spark to be an after thought, but she was trying to figure out an answer, and she didn't want to hear the excuse that he wasn't alone, because Spark was there with him.
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Post by Zyren on Aug 10, 2020 1:42:57 GMT -5
The Dual-Souled Avenger 451/2,520 His hands danced over various cutting boards as he moved to and fro around the kitchen in a flurry of movement; each knife swing accented by a light and gentle thud before the meat or vegetables was rotated and cut again. He was trying to distract himself from his thoughts that threatened to turn dark at how empty the ship was with Val's presence and him attempting to busy himself as he made food. He had a pan of oil that started to sizzle when Val asked her question, and he paused to glance at her and shrugged before he resumed his preparations; "You can always ask things, Val, at least to me, but it doesn't mean you'll like the answers or that I have to respond."He rotated and threw several diced chunks of potato and onion into the oil, then spun once more before several thin slips of sliced beef were added. He followed the movement and grabbed the salt and was mid grind over the pan when he question hit him like a ton of bricks. He was thankful he had his back to her, and he controlled himself to suppress his reaction from showing itself more than the extra spray of salt and the pause that took over his form. He set it down and grabbed the handle, turned the heat on hi and with a flare of flame, began to flip the contents of his meal over and over with quick flips of the wrist as he tried to cook everything evenly. However, his eyes were downcast and distant to reveal nothing but the flames and a thousand yard stare. His body was on autopilot when he hollowly responded; "You don't want to know my story, Val. I'd rather not make you cry again or tell you that the trauma you've had in life is a drop in the bucket compared to the things I've experienced. Please don't ask me to shatter your perceptions any more than I have to."He stopped the flip as a bit of oil left the pan and caused the fire to flare, and now fed, the flames effortlessly turned into a roar of a brief inferno that basked his hand and arm. Burnt hair filled the room and he softly set the pan down as his other hand waved with all the strength he could muster, and the flames went out with a whoosh.
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