Suffer Well [40x Gravity] Mar 22, 2017 5:31:20 GMT
Post by Vennel on Mar 22, 2017 5:31:20 GMT
[House Bonus in-use]
[Gravity set at x40]
[Energy Setting Active]
[Gravity set at x40]
[Energy Setting Active]
[Current Power Level: 65’000/201,110]
She’d been planning on getting some training done not too long ago, but the fiasco at the penthouse saw to that going out the window. No pun intended. But now that had all been resolved, she decided that maybe training at the loft wasn’t the best idea? Sure it’s facilities were fantastic, but with so many faces coming and going, it sometimes felt like if she were to stay there, she’d get interrupted.
This of course, were what occupied her thoughts as she flew out into the desert. She’d yet to get her capsule home looked at and repaired, but thankfully it didn’t need much. Just a matin-sized dent in the side. Activating her scouter, she wanted to make sure she had her coordinates right. Last time her training with Kaza went unabated, which probably meant she was secluded enough out there that even with high power levels, she was far enough out of the way that no one cared.
Hm, 28KS.5- Yep, that’s the spot.
She’d been only flying for maybe half an hour, of course she was going near top speed to do so, but that was aside from the point. It would mean she also had some time to set things up for when people got there. This time, it would hopefully be more than just Kaza and herself. Pulling up the communications menu on her scouter, she was about to make a call out on the private channel she set up when she realized she hadn’t told anyone but Ymir and Kaza about it. So she’d have to do these messages individually. So first up, was the Majin.
“Kaza, it’s Vennel. If you’re getting this message, head on out to where we met last time. If you want to get some more training in, that is.”
Next up, she’d pull out the contact information for a direct line to Alaistair. She hoped he had his scouter on him, otherwise this message would probably just be sitting there waiting an indeterminable amount of time before he even noticed it.
“Alaistair, I’ve set up a small training facility out in the desert at coordinates 28KS.5- if you’d care to join me, I’ll be using a gravity chamber set for forty-times Konats’ gravity. If you know anyone else who can handle that much as well, feel free to give them an invite. I’m sure you know at least someone. Maybe Plato, or one of your other associates?”
With the message out and away, she’d pull her home capsule out from within the inner breast pocket of her armor. Clicking the pin, she’d toss the capsule in time for it to explode not but a few feet away from her. In a puff of smoke, her “house” laid out on the sand infront of her.
Now then, let’s get this started.
Stepping into the house, the lights turned on automatically, revealing the familiar large empty space. It contained only the bare essentials, a bed and small kitchenette, separated from the rest of the dome-shaped building’s interior. The rest of the building was done up in simple white tile, and gave off a very sterile feeling, though the subtle stench of sweat permeated the singular empty room.
“Computer, start up gravity simulation subroutines. Set simulation at fortieth level.”
A simple chirp and beep from the central console alerted her that the process had begun. Within moments, a low hum filled the room as she felt her own body become several times heavier than before. Her body was used to the lower levels of grav intensity, but even still, it felt like no matter how many times she tried, each new level was just as exhausting. Which was good, it meant that it would help her training considerably.
With her body now weighed down further, she figured a good way to stretch out would be with a “leisurely” walk to the kitchenette and make something for herself. Of course, she didn’t have much food, and by the time she reached her cupboard, there was some hardtack and a nutrient paste that did the bare minimum of prevent starvation.
A simple spread of the paste over the dense cracker, and down the hatch! The flavor was enough to bring a sour expression over her face before she swallowed down the bitter substance. Not too long ago, this consisted of much of her diet, and here she was, looking down her nose at it.
I hope living at the loft hasn’t made me too soft. Maybe I should return to Vegeta soon. Well, no sense in ruminating over a sight palette change. I’ve got training to get ready for.
And with that, the saiyan woman began to stretch out her arms, legs, and the rest of the muscles relevant for limber movement. One could never be too careful with intensified gravity training. Her training with Kaza showed her that, with how many times she nearly slipped up mid-fight and left her wide open for the majin’s brutality. Now all the saiyan had to do was wait for whoever arrived.
[Majin Kaza Alaistair Kizuki Plato ]
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