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Post by Ginge on Jun 20, 2017 0:34:37 GMT
Ginge's PL: 33,482
Current PL: 16,741
Gain Boni: Medium Weights (+50% PL)
Space; the endless voice that all sought to conquer. It stretched far beyond anything that one could imagine, a sea of nothingness spotted with infinitesimally tiny islands of life. Even the ship, small and fragile and nothing when compared to what else float around the void, served as only a momentary sanctuary to keep one safe from the outside.
Ginge stood in the center of the small space between the seats and the various compartments of the majin's ship. Despite the long trip, she was dressed for battle, in her armor and weighted clothes, and her tail wound clumsily around not her waist, but her stomach, instead. Subtle circles of dark sleeplessness hung underneath her eyes, and the leftover dirt and grime from her training suggested that she'd never left the Dojo for their entire stay on the homeworld.
Careful of striking the walls of the ship, she shadow boxed an endless horde of enemies. Most fell after only a punch or three, or after taking a sharp kick to the head, but there were still more to come. The training that she'd done on Vegeta had proven to do her some good, as she practiced keeping herself rooted on the floor of the ship with a small, steady stream of ki that was being exuded from her shoulders and back. Sometimes, for the extra bit of challenge, she rooted herself to the wall or ceiling, but never once did she face the large viewing window at the front of the ship.
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Post by Sundavr Andlat on Jun 20, 2017 14:33:12 GMT
| Back To The War Front || CHARACTER'S PL: 4,468 / 13,404 |
| GAIN BONUSES: NONE | | PL MULTIPLIERS: Dai Majin (x3 defensive) |
Sundavr yawned, lounging on the counter of the on board ice-cream parlour with a cone of chocolate ice-cream, Her tail swinging idly beside her as she watched Ginge shadow-box through the doorway. "Are you going to do that the entire trip?" she asked, sitting up and letting her new tail thump against the counter - ever since she'd gotten it, the majin had refused to stop swinging it around. She treated the new appendage almost like a toy. "I can't imagine that does much for you."
The gum-like pseudo-saiyan dropped off the counter and sauntered over, still licking her ice cream. "wouldn't you prefer to chat with me? or at the very least spar." she said dryly, flopping onto the floor beside her companion and leaning against the wall, curling her tail around her waist in imitation of the woman's usual appearance.
TAGS: Ginge
OOC NOTES: hope this is okay
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Post by Ginge on Jun 20, 2017 20:41:25 GMT
Ginge's PL: 33,482
Current PL: 16,741
Ginge didn't stop her imitation of a fight as the majin woman spoke. In truth, she almost hadn't heard the first of her complaining for how deeply she was entranced by her own thoughts, and what she had heard didn't help her to want to open up, not at all. However, she thought to herself as her empty punches came to a stop, it might do her some good to have someone to talk with for a while.
"It does more than you think." She retorted with a soft breath. If there was one thing that she was growing sure of, it was that her companion wasn't much of a fighter. She was strong, in her own right, but the concept of different forms of training didn't appear to occur to her too often.
"Besides," The Saiyan woman continued, as she rolled her shoulders and neck before resuming her training. "What is there to talk about? There's not enough room in this ship for a proper fight, and we've barely known each other for a week." Her words ended in a sharp exhale, as her movements grew more quick and violent in the small area that she'd claimed for herself.
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Post by Sundavr Andlat on Jun 20, 2017 21:05:19 GMT
| Back To The War Front || CHARACTER'S PL: 4,468 / 13,404 |
| GAIN BONUSES: NONE | | PL MULTIPLIERS: Dai Majin (x3 defensive) |
The majin shrugged. "Okay. You are more knowledgeable about stuff like this than me." she acknowledged, continuing to watch her companion. "hm.... true. I need to fix that..." she muttered, glancing around and frowning. "Wonder how much it'd cost to get a sparring room attached... and there's the fight we had" she remarked. "I feel like that's something that we could discuss."
She watched Ginge for another few moments before speaking tentatively. "...You okay, boss?" her voice was quiet - she wasn't sure if it was okay for her to ask that. "Anything I can do for you?"
She'd felt rather odd ever since she absorbed the traitorous saiyan on the way to Vegeta, but she'd mostly ignored it. She wondered if maybe she should pay more attention to the strange impulses floating across the surface of her consciousness - she'd been a bit more aggressive lately, and felt a sort of pride that had never been there before. It was an odd thought to be having, but strange thoughts always popped up when she was worried - a subconscious attempt to distract herself, she supposed. She was genuinely worried about the saiyan woman - she felt rather close to her after they had worked together against Tomoka, though Ginge evidently didn't reciprocate the feeling.
TAGS: Ginge
OOC NOTES: Sunny is a more social person than I am.
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Post by Ginge on Jun 20, 2017 22:01:38 GMT
Ginge's PL: 33,482
Current PL: 16,741
Her practiced punches and kicks went on unabated while the majin tambled on. More than that, they grew more and more aggressive with every moment, flying faster until her limbs were but blurs of motion in the eyes of anyone untrained or unused to such speeds. She grit her teeth, and growled as her frustration built, despite all that she was doing to quell it.
Finally, culminating with the other woman's question to her, she lost control. With a loud yell that sought to vent all of her building anger at once, she threw one last punch, and a strong pressure moved through the cabin of the ship as her energy bounced between the walls like an ill-contained wind. With a loud bang, the force of her blow collided with the back wall, leaving a sizeable dent in the reinforced metal.
Okay? OKAY? Was she fucking okay? Who the fuck would ask such a thing, especially of their clear superior? The Saiyan woman's dark eyes narrowed against the majin's form, seated against the wall like nothing had happened. For a moment, she'd thought about- No, she'd wanted to just blast her and be done with it, but self-preservation prevailed, in the end. Instead, she merely sighed and rubbed her eyes with the fingers of one hand.
"What can you do?" She wondered aloud, with added emphasis to drive her point even further. She couldn't bring herself to look at the majin anymore, so she simply lean back against the opposite wall and kept her face buried in her palm. All that she could see when she looked at the woman was him. "Just... Just get us to Beppa. That's all."
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Post by Sundavr Andlat on Jun 20, 2017 22:40:30 GMT
| Back To The War Front || CHARACTER'S PL: 4,468 / 13,404 |
| GAIN BONUSES: NONE | | PL MULTIPLIERS: Dai Majin (x3 defensive) |
Sundavr squeaked quietly in surprise as Ginge threw a ki blast at the wall, jumping to her feet. She immediately realized that she indeed shouldn't have asked that, and hung her head slightly in shame. Her companion's words made her flinch, and she nodded slowly. "s-sorry, ma'am. I-I'll go make sure we're on course!" she said nervously, saluting before jumping into the seat with the console she wanted set in front of it. As she checked the screen, she thought absently that perhaps her boss would appreciate a drink. Maybe some time she could have the ice cream parlour modified to dispense alcohol too. Pausing briefly, she glanced back at Ginge. The saiyan's anger confused her - what had she done? Surely the questions hadn't been stepping that far out of line....
TAGS: Ginge
OOC NOTES: The bubblegum is confuse
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Post by Ginge on Jun 21, 2017 0:23:25 GMT
Ginge's PL: 33,482
Current PL: 16,741
Even as the majin saluted and went about ensuring that they were on the proper course, Ginge was not satisfied. The fact that her companion had gotten so jumpy should have amused her, or something; at the very least, she should've felt more than sheer contempt. Yet, it was all that she could do to contain herself and her need to be off the damned ship.
So, without a word or thought about anything else, she turned back to the back end of the ship, and resumed her training. Her tail tightened more around her abdomen, as she brought her guard up again and began to box with the air. However, her practice didn't last for long, as she sighed and hung her head before even a minute had passed.
"Sundavr," Her voice wavered, unsure of whether to be angry or feel sorry for the grey woman. "If you can, land us near a town. I'll send word to the Commander of our location once we're on solid rock." Without waiting for a confirmation or response, she returned to her training one more time. She'd thought that she'd have felt a little lighter if she'd spoken, but the reminder that they were so close to Beppa only made her all the more anxious.
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Vi-Poi
Administrator
Premier of Earth
PL: 434,410
Soul(x40P), Overdrive(x43)
Zeni: 1,247
Tag: @vipoi
Posts: 2,833 
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Post by Vi-Poi on Jul 4, 2017 19:24:07 GMT
Ginge 943 wc & 1132 Z! 373 + 1132 = 1505 Z! Sundavr Andlat 481 wc & 577 Z! 577 + 3626 = 4203 Z! Adding.
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