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Post by Mikhail Kageyama on Oct 28, 2019 20:04:52 GMT -5
“It’s kind of like a dating service,” The student explained to her, sliding Videl the small gem. There were many in existence and they were all of varying shapes, sizes and durations. Some lasted forever, most didn’t. There were ancient ones, new ones, they could even sometimes be bought in shops. But this was a telepathic gem, allowing for image training with distant opponents all over the world.
“Ew.” Videl responded. Instinctively she pushed it back towards him. Master Roshi really did train all of the perverts.
“No I mean—“ He gently nudged it back to her, “It sets you up with someone. It allows you to mentally link with another soul and battle them for a short time. Go ahead, try it.”
She accepted it this time, lifting it up towards her face. She stared at it. In the center was a single crack, not like the jagged outer edges of the bauble itself, this one had a very specific, very unusual shape. A lightning bolt? No. A tear. A tear through the stone, through the place in space, even in time, that the stone took up.
As she focused on the spot, trying to discern its meaning, it seemed to pull her into itself, and spit her back out elsewhere. She landed in a frozen tundra, snow falling wildly as howling winds bit at her from every direction. She wasn’t sure what opponent would come, but took on an anxious fighting stance just in case.
WC: 250 Combat, Human.
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Post by Jiren on Oct 29, 2019 0:53:28 GMT -5
Scorch chuckled as he felt it. The pull of the gem. This time the changeling was not inside the astral sparring realm, so it threw him off a bit. He turned back from his task at hand, and walked towards Lord Frosts training center. The Meditation Room would be a welcome change from his cavern, and he had spent the last week somewhat aimlessly exploring the planet, and building his space pod. The pull had gotten more insistent, as he finally settled down in the meditation room.
As the changeling's mind slipped slowly across expanse of the universe, a journey that seemed to take both forever, and no time at all. The dark skies of space, slowly, resolved into a bleak frozen tundra, the howl of the wind sounded just like the howl of the Frost Wolves on Frieza. Scorch put out a hand, and felt the snow flakes landing on his palm. He looked around, but the snow itself was lowering the visibility to almost nothing. Scorch wondered who would want to fight in a terrain such as this, and one man immediately came to mind. He took a few cautious steps forward, always looking in every direction, paranoid that he would be attacked from behind.
Scorch saw a short silhouette a short ways away, and approached cautiously, he realized the creature had hair, the same type of long hair that was often seen on the females of certain races. He had yet to meet any females in here, and while he could care less, it was a curiosity that he had not been prepared for. All of his family had been males, everyone he had met so far among the headhunters guild, Frosts students even, were all men. He wasn't entirely sure of the etiquette, so he chose to treat this woman like anyone else, and he hoped that there were not rules he was unaware of.
"You sure seem to like it cold, dont't you."
WC: 328
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Post by Mikhail Kageyama on Oct 30, 2019 23:12:10 GMT -5
"I chose this?" She asked. "I didn't mean to." The breath crystalized as it left her lips, and she brought her hands up to her arms, rubbing at her biceps, "I j-just came here." There was a pause and dawning realization as she realized that it had indeed worked and she was speaking to a being she had never met before. Primarily because she had never met a Changeling.
"Y-you're one of those Changelings, aren't you? Like from the PTO, right?" She asked tentatively, pulling her hands back into the fighting stance. "My name's Videl. I think we're supposed to fight here?" She put her left fist in her right palm and presented them as a sign of honor before getting ready to fight.
Letting out a powerful shout, she rushed at her opponent with a pair of quick kicks to the midsection, followed by a spinning kick to the head. She wasn't sure exactly how strong he -- it seemed like a he -- was, but if what she had been told was correct, there were no consequences of victory or loss here. The purpose was to learn. Therefore it seemed a good opportunity to press a little more than she would in the real world.
Taking a step back to clear a bit of space, she leapt into the air, using just the lightest amount of ki in order to bring herself higher than she could normally leap, going for a double kick straight to the chest, using it to kick off and backflip in mid-air, landing with a light flourish and the barest hint of a smirk. Whether her techniques were on target or not, the attempt was fun and the air here, despite being incredibly cold, felt... light.
WC:290/540
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Post by Jiren on Oct 31, 2019 2:25:30 GMT -5
Scorch did not catch it immediately, but quickly realized that this girl was him. A few weeks ago, she was exactly him, trying to figure out what in the world was going on. The major difference, was that as far as Scorch had learned, the human's awareness of events beyond their blue skies, was very limited. He wondered quietly to himself, if this was one of those humans, or if she was one of the few earthlings that had made a name for themselves in the universe at large. It would certainly make sense, she had heard of the PTO.
The girl was certainly a fighter, she wanted to get straight to it, and Scorch was more than happy to oblige. Stepping back with his lead foot, he prepared his three D's. Duck, Dodge and Dive. Frost had taught him that, although while it was not the extent of Frost's insight into Scorch preferred fighting style, it was kind of fitting since much of what Frost taught him was offensive in nature. Scorch back pedaled, and used his own arms to absorb most of the shock from the girl's kicks to his midsection, grabbing her foot and moving with her. The girl's speed though left a little to be desired by Scorch, and while he did not completely outclass her, like some of his opponents had him, he could tell that he had a significant edge.
Strangely, as he dodged her kick to the head, he pondered whether or not the girl from Earth would fit with his future plans. When she went for a kick to his chest, Scorch crossed his arms, and allowed her feet to land, exactly where she had intended. The changeling however, was moving, even as she was flipping in the air, to stick her landing. Time in these circumstances, can sometimes feel subjective, and for Videl, what may have felt extremely fast, for Scorch, felt much slower. He was mere inches away from her when she landed, the smirk on her face seen closeup.
With that little distance between them, Scorch could easily have landed a flurry of blows against the woman, but instead, he learned his face in a few inches closer to her, despite already invading her personal space, and spoke, "Well, I am a Changeling, and I suppose I did join the PTO," Scorch reached into his pocket and pulled out the emblem of the PTO and tossed it to Videl. He took a half step back, and shook his head, "I suppose, I am supposed to be evil. It's in our blood they say. My brain tells me that I may not be Good at heart, but I am not evil. An Opportunist maybe?"
His words were true, Scorch did not feel the need to speak falsehoods, but that truth could also be subjective to some, "You can keep it, although, I am sure it would disappear when we leave this place. I have little use for that thing, it has not brought me the peace I had once hoped it would."
WC: 512 / 840
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Post by Mikhail Kageyama on Nov 3, 2019 7:05:35 GMT -5
Changelings were never a joke was a lesson that Videl had been taught by those who she respected. The big wide world held many terrors beyond the blue skies of the Earth, and although she had never seen them, she had learned enough. As the first attack missed, she realized the truth of the statement, but when she landed against the ground only to find his face flush with hers, she jumped back, unable to resist a startled shout. He spoke clean and calm as one would expect of a race that had been described as the Cold Hearted Killers.
Taking several steps back and attempting to correct her stance and posture in the event that the Changeling wanted to attack her again. She righted herself caught the PTO insignia in a fumbling grasp, turning it right-side-up it in her hands and looking at it as she spoke. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to assume. It’s what I learned, but I guess the idea of every Changeling being in the PTO is kinda ridiculous.” She looked up at him, “The number of people who are opportunists outnumbers those who would consider themselves purely good or evil, I guess.”
She tossed the insignia in the air and caught it in her hand testing its weight as she continued to examine it. She'd never felt one in real life, but she somehow seemed to have a full feel for it. Was this a construct of the spiritual world? Or was this some technological marvel? She looked up at the Changeling again. “Does that mean you’re quitting the PTO, Mr…. What’s your name, anyway?”
WC: 275/815
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