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[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.

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[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.]

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Probably not as horrendous as you'd prefer. In fact I'd say it's pretty mild. Smashing rocks all day and being locked away in a cell isn't exactly what I call torturous. Plus they practically have a large screen TV down there. [He rolls his eyes. Seriously that crystal ball they had was bullshit. How is that characteristic of being tormented for eternity?]

[While he can't say he knows what a TV is, the rest paints a picture of a very dull and unimpressive place that he feels would hardly serve as a deterrent for bad behaviour in one's lifetime.]

And you call that Hell? I would think this dismal prison more deserving of such a name... 'tis already a place of mind-numbing, aimless tedium, at best.

I wouldn't say that. The food there is abysmal. At least here I can get a decent home cooked meal. [And a body to train in. That is the most important.]

[That people are fed in this Hell makes it seem that much tamer. Unless, of course, it's all manners of gag-inducing filth or molten liquid being poured down someone's throat. But something that horrifying would have warranted a mention, he thinks.]

Were you expecting a sumptuous banquet with all manners of roasts, cheeses, and wines artfully arranged with demon servants attending to your every whim?

No, but that certainly would have been nice. Maybe the next time I make a visit there I'll make a request. [Yeah King Yemma will never go for that.]

[He chuckles lightly though his nose.] Mmnyes, do let me know how that fares, should you have the chance.

I will. In fact, I'll even think about sending you pictures after I'm done with that office of his too.

Let's just say I'll make an offer he can't refuse.

Pictures...? 'tis quite flattering, really, the lengths you would go to impress me. Bless you dear little heart.

Don't get the wrong idea here. I don't go to any lengths to flatter anyone. [He's supposed to be a scary guy, man...]

[He raises a brow oh so delicately.]

Of course you don't. [A gentle, lazy smile curls his lips.] Speaking of lengths... have you managed to put those blades of yours to good use?

I'm glad you asked. Indeed, I have. And I'm proud to say those same blades removed the heads of several of our enemies. [If Issac can sense that those blades went outside of the enclosure recently, he'll of known Vegeta went on a mission at the beginning of the month.]

Have you now? [His smile deepens and darkens.] They deserve nothing less.

[Both the blades and the enemies, of course.]

No, they don't, do they. I made sure nothing remained of them when I was done. I'll have to say I'm impressed. I've used them quite a bit and they're just as sharp as the day I received them. I guess I didn't go wrong asking you to craft them for me.

[Because believe him, he had doubts.]

Only one who knows well the clash of flesh and bone and wills can forge a blade worthy of battle.

[These were not the most intricate, complex, or powerful weapons he had produced, but given what materials Luceti offered it would do.]

...Should you ever find yourself in need of more, you need only ask.

I'll keep that in mind. [Now that he comes to think of it...] Is this something you're versed well in? Combat with blades?

More than with mere bladed weaponry, I assure you...

[--The Forgemasters had also served as the generals of Dracula's army after a time, both bred to be ruthless. He had liked being in the thick of clanging swords and blood-garbled cries and spilt, slimy viscera, the side of his face caught in the arterial spray of blood from someone's hacked-open neck --]

...but for the sake of answering your question simply, yes: I have acquired a familiarity with all manners of polearms, axes, swords, daggers, and so forth. I have my preferences... although each weapon is not without its uses.

Well then. Do you ever take the time to spar with said weapons? Because I'm looking to fight as many as I can, to test my skills. [Because he's learning still. A natural talent for fighting has made him excel at it, but he's been at it for three weeks, tops.]

And I've found fighting others proves to be a...worthwhile learning experience.

[There's a quirk to his lips and he cocks his head at the question, thinking the answer to be ridiculously obvious.] Of course; complacent indolence is the downfall of any warrior; of what use is an edge honed if 'tis left to grow dull?

[He would never throw away the years he'd devoted to the knowledge and skills pursued with a fierce, hungry persistence. Every day he is reminded of what drives him to explore and expand his potential, becoming as powerful a force as he can be.]

While I have partners of my own... who would I be to refuse such a spirited man driven by a great sense of purpose?

Well, I wouldn't mind showing you how those blades of yours work in my hands sometime. If you're up to it.

Indeed. But only my blades? ]All too matter-of-factly, he adds, with a spark of mischief in his eyes:] I was rather hoping to see what else of mine you might feel inclined to work in your [--a soft chuckle interrupts him--] capable hands.

[Someone unprepared for his brand of humour might agree that having to put up with this aspect of his personality is infinitely worse than any injuries he might deal. There was no separating Isaac, the fighter, from Isaac, the incorrigible flirt.]

[Vegeta's mind is not in the gutter. So the suggestion goes totally over his head.]

What did you have in mind? I assure you I can handle it. [Axes might be fun. He wouldn't mind trying that out.]

[That he doesn't get the expected rise out of Vegeta only adds to his amusement.]

I am most certain you can.

[One's mind couldn't be more deeply entrenched in the gutter if one tried.]

...But I digress. We shall meet at the dome tomorrow at midday. Do not be late.

Don't be late? [Who is he to tell him what to do?] Perhaps I'll be fashionably late. That is how meetings go, after all.

[He'll be there. And he won't be late. He doesn't like being late anyway.]

'tis not how this meeting shall go, I assure you - unless, of course, you mean to find yourself alone and standing about like a fool. Now, if you would excuse me... we have prattled long enough and there are matters that need attending.

Sounds good to me. I'll see you tomorrow, Issac. [And off goes the journal!]

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7th Taunt | Video/Action

haha omg i'm trying to remember everything about Hell and i'm like /ded

No regrets. :D

haha ilu <3

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tw: moment of potentially gross graphic imagery

DOESN'T BOTHER ME.

Just wanted to be sure in case others are reading

Oh sure. They should just know Issac comes with that label though. Their faults~ XD

Butbutbut, not everyone knows Isaac. D8 Also, this tag here is dripping with suggestion.

That's their fault for not knowing

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