Post by Deleted on Aug 9, 2020 20:07:25 GMT -5
Tarble: Champion 2, VR Octagon, Combat Rune, Partner Training, WC: 669
Yamato: Champion 2, VR Octagon, Partner Training, WC: 762
An invitation.
Obviously there was a lot of curiosity left in the air between the two of them. Both anomalies in their own right, outside of their own time, fish out of water. Tarble and Elena had more in common than maybe even they realized, but it was also giving them a lot of questions. The Heretic had memories to unlock regarding the timeline she was in.. it was odd how it worked. When the time implosion occurred, he had gained the memories of over thirty different timelines. Yet it wasn't all the worlds he was involved in.
Soul was a prime example of this. Apparently they had a bond as Tarble and Izuku, close as blood brothers similar to how he was currently with Yamato. The Heretic had no idea this bond existed and still doesn't fully understand. We don't know everything about ourselves yet. Yet he unlocked more memories as he interacted with Soul, and so he hoped to do the same with Elena. He stared at the entrance to the gravity chamber, waiting on her to accept the invitation that he gave her. Perhaps by sizing one another up, they'd be able to come to the conclusions they sought out.
He shifted into his lower jumpsuit, leaving his upper half bare as he started up his own training. This body.. it was wounded, scars dancing along his flesh. His memories were plentiful, and as he mastered the other mindsets within, his body would show the scars he had gotten from those other timelines.
Reminders of what not to do.
Elena had to get reassurance from her da to meet with Tarble in the training room. It wasn't that she felt awkward around the man for any particular reason, but she still was suffering from the loss of people closest to her. And right now, she was in the stage of cleaning to Rufus as if he was her saving grace for the moment. She didn't want to bring up the memories of Tarble's fall, how similar they were in that world and ruthless. Or how she had to watch him die as he pushed her forward to become the heroine that she was.
The demoness stepped into the chamber, dressed in a pair of blue jean shorts and a baggy black t-shirt with a white jacket hanging over it. Luckily she had found fitting clothing for her since her staying here, with thanks to her family, Don and everyone. Her fingertips slowly slipped off the doorway as she passed the threshold and stopped just a few feet away. It was true that they had a tearful reunion at first, yet Elena still felt hesitant on getting close with people again.
That fear of them dying at the end of the day kept her from trusting relationships from working out. But.. it was a work in progress, that's why she was here. "You wanted to spar?" She inquired, her thumbs hooking onto the pockets of her shorts as she stopped just a few feet away from him. In front of him stood a more hardened woman now, not the shy and cutesy girl that they were so used to hanging around with.
She wasn't their Elena.
This was his Elena.
Even with her more hardened expression, even with her new attitude, this was still Elena to him. If anything.. this was living proof that she was tough. That his training for her was indeed enough. She was becoming a hero just like he was, even if she didn't want to admit that to herself. "That's right. I figured I'd limit test you. You've probably been aching to stretch your legs out since you got here, right?" Tarble slowly began to take a fighting stance. "There's another reason I brought you here. I want to understand more about myself.. the Tarble you knew."
The Hunter. The Hunter? What did that mean? Wait.. was he gaining knowledge by simply looking at her? Perhaps this was going to be more fruitful than he thought. "You don't have to tell me anything. It's a bit difficult to explain, but your fists will do the talking for you.. and help me understand." An ashen aura swirled around his body, pushing himself to about half of his restrained ability: 900,000. But Elena? She'd be able to surge right past it if she pushed it.
"Show me the drive you have, Elena."
Elena watched him a moment, only for him to admit to wanting to test her strength. When mentioning that she probably wanted to stretch her legs since she got her, she let out a soft laugh. "My da took me out training when I first arrived... I don't know what it was, but I think the Saiyan in him was interested in me too." A rather cocky smile found her lips then, but it wasn't cockiness in her own ability, but merely at being acknowledged in the first place. A gentle sigh left her then as Tarble prepared himself, his aura coming to life as he told her that she didn't have to tell him anything for him to learn more about her...
...She was fine with that. "Well, perhaps you can help me with something during this spar then. In my world... we were all restrained and couldn't use ki. I've been fighting without ki for many years now... and forgot how to use it since it had been locked away." A gentle grunt left her as she prepared herself, hands balling into fists at her sides. "Help me with that, yeah?" Within a moment, she pushed off the balls of her feet and darted straight in.
Even without the use of ki, her speed was a rival for her father's as she closed the distance between them within seconds. Her fist aimed to collide into his stomach and with the angle it would push up into his ribs. As her body continued to move forward, Tarble would feel her frame pushing up against his shoulder and side. "Let's get started then," Elena stated in a rather cool and low tone.
So she didn't know how to use her Ki.. or rather she had completely forgotten due to the world she had been in. He would have to help her relearn. Then faster than he could even blink, she was in front of him, a punch smashing right into his stomach. He coughed up a bit of saliva-- fuck, he had underestimated exactly how high she could go here! "Shit.. seems like that's what I'm gonna have to do." All at once, he ramped it up a gear and the two of them began to dance around the chamber. To onlookers, it would be like two blurs surging around the room.
But for them, it was a high octane, high speed clash. Every moment, it felt like Elena was getting faster and faster as she started to regain usage of her energy. Tarble smirked. "You're not half-bad.. you're leagues beyond any Elena I've ever known!" Yet as he said this, he aimed to try and ram his knee into the tip of her chin. Then he'd try to grab at her hair and throw her to the wall of the chamber. "But I haven't even begun to push my limits yet.. I've trained harder than ever before this time!"
The two of them were dancing around the chamber and as a knee hit her chin and she was then thrown into the wall of the chamber with a hand gripping through her hair, she pushed her boots onto the wall and launched right off of it. Even with Tarble's hand in her hair, she flew forward and rammed her head right into his chest. And then her body flipped upward, so that her legs hooked over his shoulders and her fists came down to slam against the top of his skull. Even as she was complimented and he stated that he had trained harder than any other Tarble... she didn't stop or take the compliments at face vaule.
"I trained.. to stay alive." She wasn't purposely getting stronger, it was survival of the fittest and she'd do anything to keep herself alive. Her parents died for the sake of saving her and she wouldn't let their deaths be in vain by dying like a dog. Her knees tightened against the Saiyan's neck as her fists pounded against the top of his head and even as he likely tried to swing her off him or rammed her into anything, she only tightened her grip.
Yamato: Champion 2, VR Octagon, Partner Training, WC: 762
TARBLE
262
An invitation.
Obviously there was a lot of curiosity left in the air between the two of them. Both anomalies in their own right, outside of their own time, fish out of water. Tarble and Elena had more in common than maybe even they realized, but it was also giving them a lot of questions. The Heretic had memories to unlock regarding the timeline she was in.. it was odd how it worked. When the time implosion occurred, he had gained the memories of over thirty different timelines. Yet it wasn't all the worlds he was involved in.
Soul was a prime example of this. Apparently they had a bond as Tarble and Izuku, close as blood brothers similar to how he was currently with Yamato. The Heretic had no idea this bond existed and still doesn't fully understand. We don't know everything about ourselves yet. Yet he unlocked more memories as he interacted with Soul, and so he hoped to do the same with Elena. He stared at the entrance to the gravity chamber, waiting on her to accept the invitation that he gave her. Perhaps by sizing one another up, they'd be able to come to the conclusions they sought out.
He shifted into his lower jumpsuit, leaving his upper half bare as he started up his own training. This body.. it was wounded, scars dancing along his flesh. His memories were plentiful, and as he mastered the other mindsets within, his body would show the scars he had gotten from those other timelines.
Reminders of what not to do.
ELENA [YAMATO]
276
Elena had to get reassurance from her da to meet with Tarble in the training room. It wasn't that she felt awkward around the man for any particular reason, but she still was suffering from the loss of people closest to her. And right now, she was in the stage of cleaning to Rufus as if he was her saving grace for the moment. She didn't want to bring up the memories of Tarble's fall, how similar they were in that world and ruthless. Or how she had to watch him die as he pushed her forward to become the heroine that she was.
The demoness stepped into the chamber, dressed in a pair of blue jean shorts and a baggy black t-shirt with a white jacket hanging over it. Luckily she had found fitting clothing for her since her staying here, with thanks to her family, Don and everyone. Her fingertips slowly slipped off the doorway as she passed the threshold and stopped just a few feet away. It was true that they had a tearful reunion at first, yet Elena still felt hesitant on getting close with people again.
That fear of them dying at the end of the day kept her from trusting relationships from working out. But.. it was a work in progress, that's why she was here. "You wanted to spar?" She inquired, her thumbs hooking onto the pockets of her shorts as she stopped just a few feet away from him. In front of him stood a more hardened woman now, not the shy and cutesy girl that they were so used to hanging around with.
She wasn't their Elena.
TARBLE
199 / 461
This was his Elena.
Even with her more hardened expression, even with her new attitude, this was still Elena to him. If anything.. this was living proof that she was tough. That his training for her was indeed enough. She was becoming a hero just like he was, even if she didn't want to admit that to herself. "That's right. I figured I'd limit test you. You've probably been aching to stretch your legs out since you got here, right?" Tarble slowly began to take a fighting stance. "There's another reason I brought you here. I want to understand more about myself.. the Tarble you knew."
The Hunter. The Hunter? What did that mean? Wait.. was he gaining knowledge by simply looking at her? Perhaps this was going to be more fruitful than he thought. "You don't have to tell me anything. It's a bit difficult to explain, but your fists will do the talking for you.. and help me understand." An ashen aura swirled around his body, pushing himself to about half of his restrained ability: 900,000. But Elena? She'd be able to surge right past it if she pushed it.
"Show me the drive you have, Elena."
ELENA [YAMATO]
282 / 558
Elena watched him a moment, only for him to admit to wanting to test her strength. When mentioning that she probably wanted to stretch her legs since she got her, she let out a soft laugh. "My da took me out training when I first arrived... I don't know what it was, but I think the Saiyan in him was interested in me too." A rather cocky smile found her lips then, but it wasn't cockiness in her own ability, but merely at being acknowledged in the first place. A gentle sigh left her then as Tarble prepared himself, his aura coming to life as he told her that she didn't have to tell him anything for him to learn more about her...
...She was fine with that. "Well, perhaps you can help me with something during this spar then. In my world... we were all restrained and couldn't use ki. I've been fighting without ki for many years now... and forgot how to use it since it had been locked away." A gentle grunt left her as she prepared herself, hands balling into fists at her sides. "Help me with that, yeah?" Within a moment, she pushed off the balls of her feet and darted straight in.
Even without the use of ki, her speed was a rival for her father's as she closed the distance between them within seconds. Her fist aimed to collide into his stomach and with the angle it would push up into his ribs. As her body continued to move forward, Tarble would feel her frame pushing up against his shoulder and side. "Let's get started then," Elena stated in a rather cool and low tone.
TARBLE
208 / 669
So she didn't know how to use her Ki.. or rather she had completely forgotten due to the world she had been in. He would have to help her relearn. Then faster than he could even blink, she was in front of him, a punch smashing right into his stomach. He coughed up a bit of saliva-- fuck, he had underestimated exactly how high she could go here! "Shit.. seems like that's what I'm gonna have to do." All at once, he ramped it up a gear and the two of them began to dance around the chamber. To onlookers, it would be like two blurs surging around the room.
But for them, it was a high octane, high speed clash. Every moment, it felt like Elena was getting faster and faster as she started to regain usage of her energy. Tarble smirked. "You're not half-bad.. you're leagues beyond any Elena I've ever known!" Yet as he said this, he aimed to try and ram his knee into the tip of her chin. Then he'd try to grab at her hair and throw her to the wall of the chamber. "But I haven't even begun to push my limits yet.. I've trained harder than ever before this time!"
ELENA [YAMATO]
204 / 762
The two of them were dancing around the chamber and as a knee hit her chin and she was then thrown into the wall of the chamber with a hand gripping through her hair, she pushed her boots onto the wall and launched right off of it. Even with Tarble's hand in her hair, she flew forward and rammed her head right into his chest. And then her body flipped upward, so that her legs hooked over his shoulders and her fists came down to slam against the top of his skull. Even as she was complimented and he stated that he had trained harder than any other Tarble... she didn't stop or take the compliments at face vaule.
"I trained.. to stay alive." She wasn't purposely getting stronger, it was survival of the fittest and she'd do anything to keep herself alive. Her parents died for the sake of saving her and she wouldn't let their deaths be in vain by dying like a dog. Her knees tightened against the Saiyan's neck as her fists pounded against the top of his head and even as he likely tried to swing her off him or rammed her into anything, she only tightened her grip.