7th Taunt | Video/Action

[misterbrief]

Video:

[Hey, look, he's back with another subject that he's getting real sick and tired of explaining to people. That and after all the crap that's happened to him in the past few months, maybe it wouldn't be such a bad idea to let people know, especially after a conversation he had with Cliff recently.]

Now I'm only going to explain this to the lot of you once. Now watch.

[He's out next to a sheer cliff, at the base of the mountain range. The camera is set on top of another rock, as to show the Saiyan Prince with his hand raised and aiming toward the rock wall- and as soon as it's raised, a blast of energy decimates the wall with a loud boom, leaving it as a rocky heap, the dust slowly settling. Vegeta hasn't flinched, and is coming back to pick up his journal again. This may also give away exactly who was responsible for all those explosions that were heard from last week, if people are smart enough to put two and two together.]

Now, with enough diligent training and meditation, which you should be doing anyway, any of you can do that. It's a simple matter of controlling your energy, but if you're not physically fit enough you're not going to be able to do it. In fact, I'd be surprised if even one percent of you manage to be able to achieve even a fraction of the same destructive force I possess. Either way, that might be something you'll all want to start aiming for. And if you're too weak to fight? Fix it.

Now don't misunderstand me. I'm not looking to pick up students. But if you think you can handle it? Then come find me. We'll see what you're made of.


Private to Firo:

Boy, you've stayed hidden long enough. I've got someone for you to meet.

Private to Cliff:

I do believe you and I have things to discuss yet. I'll not have you jumping me anymore with those pathetic attacks of yours, we're fixing that.

Private to Saori:

If you want to see how it's done, I'll be in the Battle Dome the rest of the day. Don't be late.



Action:

[As promised, he'll be at the Battle Dome if anyone decides to try to seek him out. He'll be actually in a chamber, training in a complete power suppressed simulation, working on his battōjutsu that he's taken up learning. Otherwise, those who know where to find him at home can find him at House 29.]

Comments

[misterbrief]

Ah, yes, her. [Yeah he remembers her...] Well, tell her to pipe down so you can focus your attack instead of having it go every which way she wants it to. The more control you have the better off you'll be.

[windandrain]

You...know that she is where that power comes from, right?

[She's not really sure Vegeta understands that. It's not even that they're separate entities, but it's easier for him to think of it that way.]

[misterbrief]

Yes, I know, you explained it to me. She is the divine half of your existence, kept under wraps by your humanity. Personally I like you a lot better than her. [He will never not be bitter about that.]

[windandrain]

Most people do. [Saori huffs out a little laugh.] She's nearly strangled my half-sister more than once. And my half-sister's spirit has nearly done the same to me a few times.

[Setting herself, Saori concentrates more or less on the words rather than on the act of drawing out the will. Speech was human, after all. And it's a lot easier to keep her under wraps while doing something humans would do. So she begins to draw in power...]

But I think she's more beautiful than I am.

[misterbrief]

How? [Because honestly, he can't stand her divine side, how on Earth or any other planet does that make sense for Saori to think that? Really? She can't be serious.]

[windandrain]

How what? [Still concentrating, she answers cheerfully. She doesn't know what he means. How does she strangle people? How was she not strangled?]

[misterbrief]

How in the galaxy do you think that vile piece of trash is more beautiful than you? She's despicable! If it weren't for the fact that the two of you are in the same body I'd say it's too bad she wasn't strangled!

[Just a fact of the matter for him. It's making him angry just thinking of her spiritual side.]

[windandrain]

She's taller. More elegant. A perfect storm given flesh. She isn't evil, she's just destructive. As a storm should be.

[Her expression is more relaxed now, her control growing greater and greater, helping her keep the other side in check, while complimenting it to placate it. Energy thrums along her fingertips, gathering...]

Is she not less plain than I am?

[misterbrief]

Who cares? I don't see why this is even a question. [He understands wanting to look good to some degree, but not comparing to others. He really doesn't get why she's even bringing this up.]

[windandrain]

Because it's a very mortal thing to think about, Vegeta.

[And then the energy takes shape in her hands, a glowing silver ball about the size of a soccer ball.]

[misterbrief]

[He...finally catches her drift. He thinks. He thinks he knows what she's getting at.]

Don't you mean it's a very human thing to think about? Or are you just using the word interchangeably?

[windandrain]

Not all mortals are humans. I know you're not. And neither was my friend Mordin, or Leonardo.

[The ball grows and grows, expanding to the size of a beachball.]

[misterbrief]

Hmmmm. [He walks over to inspect her energy that she's forming. Impressive for a first timer.] Isn't there any other mortal affairs you can concern yourself with then?

[Seriously he doesn't want to talk about how pretty she is. He's way to bashful too tell her that she's pretty anyway.]

[windandrain]

Of course. I have to do laundry, and I cook. I do things the mortal way a lot of the time because it's more appropriate.

[The energy grows and grows, swelling and seething steadily with it's own rhythm.]

And music. Do you like music?

[misterbrief]

Of course I like music. Who doesn't? I just don't want to listen to anything that only resembles pure noise. [Plus it hurts his sensitive hearing anyway.]

[windandrain]

Well, obviously. That isn't actually music.

[And now, she's reached the limit. Her hands flick out and the energy flows out of her like a tidal wave. It's the same thick, silvery column of faintly electified Anima, more a blast of lightning than anything strictly like his own...but it stays together, focused by divine will.]

Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!

[She lets out a piercing shriek as it crashes into a wall, cracking the simulated structure. It's a cry of pain as much as triumph, because Anima just isn't meant to flow like that, and the spirit wants her to know that.]

[misterbrief]

[He watches her release the energy, as it slams up against the wall with a frightening force.]

Better. Doesn't sound like you appeased her enough though. But I wasn't about to stand there and compliment something that doesn't deserve it. Are you going to have to do that every time you release your Anima like that?

[windandrain]

It...hurts. Anima doesn't flow like that. It's meant to be changed into other things, first. Or used to charge things.

[She considers the question though.]

Is it something that could be done with wind or water? If it has to be just pure will, then it's probably something the spirit needs to take a more direct hand in.

[misterbrief]

I've never done it with anything but my own energy. It's far more potent as a destructive force than wind or water. I don't think wind or water has the capability of destroying entire planets in one shot. [He is not so sure if he likes the idea of her spirit bubbling farther to the surface than it already does.]

And what exactly would happen if you allowed...her...to have more of a hand, huh?

[windandrain]

With enough force behind it, it could easily. Canyons are formed by wind and rain, and mountains turn to fields...but why would I want to destroy a planet?

[And so she starts again, this time calling wind forth, a small seed forming, empowered by her will.]

I'd grow colder. More distant. Less...human. When I need power, and when I need to be distant and cold, detached and immortal...that's when I let her have more control. But it takes me months to return to normal when it's not a shift. I have to gradually take control, and I need the help of friends to do so. Contact.

[misterbrief]

Then let's not and say we didn't. I don't think it's worth having to deal with that again. It was already fun enough the first time, trust me.

[windandrain]

No, she's not one for fun like you and I would have. She's very good at destroying things though, and very good at making things grow. But not much else.

[The wind ball grows bigger and bigger. This is really a lot easier.]

[misterbrief]

Great. Well, I'd say it's better to do without. You can destroy things just fine without her help.

[windandrain]

Yes, I can. It's a level I don't like to go to very often, bu...it's there if needed.

[The wind ball is now pretty darn big...]

[misterbrief]

Just do me a favor and stay the way you are now, got it? [If she had to go that far and let the spirit take over because it was completely necessary, fine. But past that, fuck that.

He is also watching her still. He doesn't think that wind ball is going to be near as powerful as she might think it is.]