Prince "Kayne Mecha-Yeezus Arnold West" Vegeta (
misterbrief) wrote2013-10-16 07:20 pm
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7th Taunt | Video/Action
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.]
[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.]
Re: I DON'T KNOW HOW TO EITHER
[And one moment he's there- the next he's gone. He's flashed behind Cliff without a single moment's notice and is throwing a kick right at his head.]
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Cliff barely had a heartbeat to register the boot before it landed and the white-hot pain exploded in his head. He fell, breathless, and grasped his head as he fought to clear his vision and maintain consciousness.
That.
...
That was one helluva trick.]
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[He bounces lightly on his feet, hands up and ready for more.]
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I knew it-- you've just been playing this whole time!
[NO FAIR!]
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[He'll go more if Cliff wants, but he also doesn't mind getting to the part where he might be able to explain to Cliff how to use that ki of his better.]
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Cliff was going for broke. He knew he had no chance against Vegeta and his impossible level of capabilities, but that meant nothing when a brawler's ego was added to the equation.
He took a deep breath and cracked his knuckles in his hands.
This was no laughing matter.]
Who said anything 'bout giving up? I'd keep going...but I don't think either of us wants this to get bloody.
[His voice was still cocky, but it was all bluster. He would never admit defeat, but this wasn't like his spars with Mirage. It wasn't even like any fight between himself and Albel. Those were deathmatches. For fun.
He sighed heavily, not even bothering to hide his frustration.]
What the hell were you trying to prove with all of this?
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I've just been analyzing your fighting techniques. Seeing how you tick. I've got a few ideas about you, Cliff.
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[He wasn't surprised by the admission in the least. He had expected it, but he didn't think there was anything particularly special about his style. There were other, better fighters than him to learn from. Cliff just had the advantage of being strong and unconventional.]
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[He'll push that button, yep.]
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Cliff narrowed his eyes and stared sharply at the man.]
You trying to say something?
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I'm just calling it as I see it. Now we can either continue or I can show you a thing or two. Choose.
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A Klausian couldn't take a Saiyan, after all.]
Just shoot. I'm not gonna leave here with nothing.
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[Cliff stared at Vegeta as he spoke, listening to the man speak through the filters of his own training and his ego.]
Oh, I remember alright. I still dunno how that's gonna work though.
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Think you can handle it?
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[It was a challenge, and Vegeta seemed to enjoy kicking Cliff's ego. There were few aspects of himself that Cliff held on to, but among them was his pride. He had enough of it to not be insulted by minor slights, but Vegeta had already kicked it over once that afternoon.
Cliff placed his hands on his hips.]
Is that even a question here?
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Right.]Alright, remember that little stunt you pulled with that energy ball you tried hitting me with? Do that again. Now.
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Really? C'mon, that's a beginner's move. All flash, nothing like the boom with the others.
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[His arms are folded, and his finger is slowly starting to tap in impatience.]
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And wearing low. He wanted nothing more than to kick his feet up and eat a few burgers, followed by a long shower and a tumble into his heavy comforters, but he had a hunch that Vegeta would just hurl him into the wall again if he tried to duck out. He huffed in annoyance and stepped back into a fighting stance.]
Alright, fine.
sheesh...
[He took a breath and focused, calling his ki forth into a short, controlled burst. He didn't care to maintain the pressure for any longer than he would have in practical use.]
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Sighing, Cliff maintained the flow and steadied his breathing as he quietly narrowed his focus on the energy itself. He pushed through the pain that pulled at his muscles as he moved and condensed the crackling energy between his hands, until it was in a smaller, more manageable form. The orb pulsed and flared as his attention split off, but it wasn't out of control.
It was a smoother trick. He simply wasn't used to going this slow or maintaining it for this long.]
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[A short laugh. He funneled more power into it, further destabilizing it with the added pressure. Gritting his teeth, he forced himself to focus on containing the energy.
Power didn't mean control. It was lesson one of any athletic skill being tried for the first time. A fledgling runner could burn be burnt out by a sprint if care wasn't taken. A fighter could break an arm-- or worse.
Cliff grinned when he finally managed to find a balance of stability, although it wasn't as condensed as Vegeta's.]
Ain't gonna be good, huh? You've never had to fight Mirage.
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Besides, I'm not scared of your girlfriend. [See if Cliff can focus after that.]
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