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Post by Mikhail Kageyama on Oct 28, 2019 21:13:02 GMT -5
“There’s someone I want you to try to face,” The Turtle Hermit said to Videl one fine summer’s day. “Even for a Saiyan his power is outrageous. He’s one of my fastest growing students! He can teach you a thing or two about ki control. It takes more than the ability to summon energy from your body to be a great martial artist. Thanks to your upbringing, you have a natural penchant for physical martial arts but with the goal that you have in mind, you’ll need much better control of metaphysical and emotional energy. This is something that the Saiyans have in spades. So go a few rounds with him and find out if it’s something you can pick up.”
“Right,” Videl nodded, although she didn’t fully understand. A few minutes later she found her footing on a small clearing near the Venerable Old Master’s personal island. Here would be a safe place for them to meet in combat. She took a battle ready stance and prepared herself for the incoming Saiyan. She was ready to rumble regardless of what part of the battle she was supposed to learn from. She just wanted a nice clean fight.
WC: 205 Combat, Human
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Post by Kyuuri on Oct 29, 2019 16:41:46 GMT -5
"You shitty old man, who the hell is your student?" the young Saiya-jin had exclaimed as he slammed his bottle of beer down on the smooth wooden table in the living room at Kame House. "I'm here on vacation, so why the hell are you roping me into training someone?" His eyes brightened for a moment in sudden realization as he leaped to his feet from the cough and pointed at Muten Roshi. "You're just pissed off because you lost at mahjong yesterday!"
"I have no idea what you're talking about," the old man replied, coughing into his fist. "It has nothing to do with the twenty thousand yen that I lost to you from a hand that you more than likely cheated on. Not at all."
"I knew it!" Kyuuri declared, his finger still pointing at the Muten Roshi. "You're still sore about it! Even though I used it on booze that you drank more than half of!"
"That was just tax for letting you freeload at my house," he replied with a shrug and a face that was simply wrinkled, smug, self-satisfaction. "Speaking of which, if you want to still stay, then train with the girl!"
Picking up his bottle of beer, the Saiya-jin let a ring of condensation on the table as he walked toward the door. "I should just blow up the damned planet already," he grumbled in a low voice as he opened the door and walked outside.
"I heard that!" called the old man.
"Shut it!" Kyuuri called over his shoulder as he walked out the door. "I'm going already, aren't I?"
Leaving the door open passive-aggressively instead of closing it, he walked out a bit further toward the beach before he tensed his muscles. A pale white aura sprang up around him and he let his Ki energy lift him up into the air. Glancing around him, he pinpointed the meeting place and shot forward through the air toward it leaving a trail of white energy behind him that was imperceptible to those who had not been already trained in martial arts.
Touching down to the ground at the clearing in question with one foot and then the other, the pale white energy around the Saiya-jin dispersed outward, causing his messy dark hair to flutter slightly. Before he even said a word to Videl, he took a long swig of his bottle, letting some more of the beer drain down his throat. It was probably a rather strange sight for her to behold. After all, Kyuuri was wearing a bright blue Hawaiian shirt with a floral pattern, beige shorts, and a pair of sandals on his feet. It looked very little like what someone would wear if they were a martial artist much less ready for some serious training. Was this Muten Roshi's idea of a joke? What was he even doing here? If not for the messy hair and the tail that was wrapped around the waist of his shorts, there was no way to really tell that he was a Saiya-jin in the first place! He looked like he was here to slack off!
"You must be the girl," Kyuuri finally stated once he took his lips from the bottle. "The one that the shitty old man was talking about." He eyed her up and down with his dark brown pools, taking in what he could. Physical form musculature seemed relatively ok. Though, she was lacking something. He couldn't quite tell what, but that may be because of the drink. Well, he was here on vacation not to be someone's nursemaid. He wasn't about to give up the drink because of some responsibility Muten Roshi wanted to thrust on him.
"Alright then, let's see what you've got," he finally stated, waving her forward in a 'come on' fashion. Though, he didn't put down the bottle. He didn't even take a stance! The Saiya-jin just stood there with one hand in a pocket of his beige shorts with his body relaxed. What the hell kind of teacher had Roshi set up for her?
WC: 810
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Post by Mikhail Kageyama on Nov 1, 2019 6:15:54 GMT -5
Was this some kind of joke?
Videl had dropped her stance when she saw the Saiyan step onto the island. She would think it was an out of state vacationer with a wild hairstyle on a drunken binge if it weren’t for the tail conspicuously around his waist like a slacken belt. Of course looks weren’t everything. She’d had friends whose appearance definitely didn’t match personality. Perhaps she could have forgiven the appearance itself, but the attitude reminded her of a few of her father’s old fighting friends. The ones she wasn’t allowed to be alone in a room with.
She scrunched her nose like a mouse nearing poison as she listened to the Saiyan badmouth the immortal Kame sen’nin as though the two of them were old drinking buddies. She’d heard such nice things about this guy, too! Something remarkable about him? What, his odor? She could sense his energy, and thus she knew there must have been something there, but the logic impressed upon her battled out with her own impulses which told her to eject with all haste towards the nearest building filled with rational adults.
Shaking her head and clearing herself of such thoughts, she tossed out the notion that perhaps she was meant to learn something other than ki control from this figure. Perhaps it would be vital to learn that there was more than met the eye in more ways than one. Or that it was possible to be tricked by ones own Master.
“Alright,” She said with a soft huff, resuming her fighting stance. “Here I come!” With a roar of energy, she brought herself into the fray with little regard for his personal safety. She wasn’t going for any kind of kill, of course, but that was about her limit. Something about the way that this Saiyan stood completely irked her. Not even taking up a fighting stance? She felt… insulted.
Rushing at him with surprising speed for one her strength, she sent out a single punch aimed for his jaw. Whether it would connect or not, she used the momentum and her advantage at close range to get a spin kick around on his side. Her natural style was extremely agile, thus being able to fly and control her ki mid-air made it easier for her to stay in the sky while she performed her acrobatic stunts.
Leaping off of the attempted kick, she repositioned herself above him at a roughly thirty degree angle, and slammed her legs down on his chest, with the intent of stomping him backwards repeatedly before backflipping away. Her breath caught in her throat from such a heavy handed first attack, but if there really was something to this guy, it would have to be amazing or she would have a goddamn word to have with the Venerable Old Master!
WC: 690
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