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Post by Levlidian on Apr 30, 2017 22:07:39 GMT
Levlidian: PL 250,000 Current at PL setting: 30,000 TakeshiiThe training with Takeshii had taken a while to get started, even now, Levlidian stood outside her house pacing with an irritable notion of deterrence about his features whilst he waited for the Saiyaness. What on Earth could be taking her so god damn long; he wondered internally. With his long gi splayed behind him he finally took pause and gazed out towards the crystal waters, brow furrowed and lips diverting into a downward tilt he'd issue a steady sigh. Was she still asleep? Worse yet, after he'd thumped about her door and heard that irritable growl- had she gone BACK to sleep. They really didn't have time to be messing around, was she doing her hair? Did Saiyan women even do that!? "Takeshii I swear to god woman if you're doing your god damn hair I'll shave it off!. He wasn't sure why he was acting so irritable, only that he was itching to get moving, waiting was never his speciality and with his Gravity chamber finally finished- he was hoping to take advantage of a bit of R and R- by beating his best friend into a bloody pulp. A broad grin formed as he backed form the door, was he joking, at this point his Siayan blood was pumping like a jack hammer so even he didn't know. Still, perhaps he should calm himself a tad. However, it came again, that self doubt at his own innate abilities to judge the situation he'd found himself in. Durian still didn't know Kesh's intentions when she'd first arrived; he still didn't know or, well, he couldn't actually be sure which reaction he'd be expecting when he actually told her. With a sigh, he'd draw away from the house and settle at the waters edge, if he was going to wind up waiting for a few, he may as well meditate and try to bring his mood down a few notches. Energy control was all about self control after all. Closing his eyes, enticing himself into a frame of mind to descend into that inner darkness, he tumbled, as he did so a deep red flame came to light and just as Hinawa had taught him- he fed the flames with his external emotions. Steadily, he'd draw into a serene calm, his breathing slowed, his muscles relaxed and the lean figure soon slumped to betray the release. Even Hinawa he was now confused about, she'd relentlessly attacked Durian and that didn't sound like her unless she was angry about something. What was there to be angry about during Training? Had Durian said something, hell it was probably Emer who'd uttered something; in any case she'd harmed his Kagami. Oh, his eyes fluttered open, it wasn't that at all, he'd become bias and more so prone to side with his mate. That was understandable he'd suppose as a rise began with his form. Heavy, black boots met with the dirt and his chest inflated with the breath he took, calm washed over him and the young Saiyan gazed into the beauty that was Keshiis home. About the walls of the ravine caressed the soft, crystal waters of a stream, it was absolutely perfect and Lev' could almost fell the jealousy rise in him as he'd smile to the scene. The eye for detail had been a factor his friend had been known for, a raging body of fire perhaps; but she had also been quite the spotter for a perfect poise in order to rest. A flare for their favourite spot to sit and talk back on vegeta met his minds eyes and the beast chuckled. It was starting to feel good to him, to have another chance to make amends with the female Saiyan. Though she'd grown quite an extent- he still saw that young girl who acted as his saviour against Ca'Drual, his big brother. A lot of those fights had been a blur to him, even now and this was before his Father had begun the beatings. After that began, the younger Saiyan had become a recluse, a lost soul, always angry, always violent and now he stood o a distant planet waiting for that same woman; he'd missed her. Though right now she was being a monumental pain in his ass, whipping on hsi heel he could have sworn he'd heard her door, nothing, bloody paranoia. How long did it even take to get dressed anyway! "Gah!" he roared and wandered back to her door then began to thump upon the wood, "Kesh, ass up woman! We got training and I got something need to ask you,". again he'd sigh. This routine had continued for the last little while, irritation, calling, more irritation, meditation- and then back around the loop he went. he'd say something for the girl, she really knew how to rile the beast up.
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Post by Takeshii on May 2, 2017 2:56:24 GMT
TAKESHII PL: 10498 HEAVYWEIGHTS @ 75% HW PL: 2310
Takeshii had been sleeping when Levlidian showed up outside the cabin she now called home. They had worked hard to build it, and now it was a comfort to her in many ways. It saved her from having to live in the ship any longer. Plus it gave her a bit of independence, space away from the stress and tension of living on the same property as Levlidian and Durian. It had been hard for her, and she had spent many restless nights, waiting for that moment when he would decide that her being there was a bad idea and he would either ask her to leave, or kill her for what she had done to him. However, that day had never come, and instead she now found herself in the comfortable bliss of her.....ACK! What the hell was all that racket? Her eyes snapped open and the saiyan sat up in bed, her sheets falling down around her form as she blinked her eyes a couple of times, trying to focus. It was then she realized it was Levlidian, and she fell back upon her bed with a groan. What the hell did he want? "LEV! GO AWAY! I AM TRYING TO SLEEP!"Silence returned for a brief time, and she let out a sigh of contentment, figuring that he more than likely had left and went back to his own home. She laid there with her eyes closed for a time, just letting the silence and serenity wash over her. She had been practicing her meditation, using it to maintain her calm place when she felt like everything was going to fall apart. It was here that she found herself at that moment. The deep breaths, coiling in and out of her form as she pulled her blankets back up over herself. The breathing only being drowned out by the splashing of that small waterfall into the pond that rested outside the door to her cabin. This was her bliss. This was her safe place...or so she thought. "Kesh, ass up woman! We got training and I got something need to ask you."
Great, just great. He was not going to leave her alone until she got her ass up out of that bed and got dressed. She would sigh, her fingers curling into fists, before she would grip at the blanket and toss it off of her well toned form. Her feet would hit the floor, and she would pad over to look at herself in the mirror for several moments. The dark rings that had been under her eyes, had all but disappeared, leaving her face tanned and firm. Her warm, chocolate gaze had even brightened from her being on her own. Maybe it was that bit of independence that she had needed to get herself back to normal. Maybe it was that independence that would bring her strength back once again. For now though, she had an impatient Saiyan beating down her door.
She was not in a hurry, however. Oh no, if he was going to come and wake her up, she was damn sure going to make him wait as long as possible before she would present herself to him. She took her time moving over to her wardrobe and pulling out her armor, slipping it over her form and tightening it down so that it hugged her muscled flesh. Fingers smoothed over the leather, before she moved over to grab her gi, which had been hanging up in the wardrobe. She slipped the pants up over her long legs, then slipped on the tip, belting it down around her tiny waist. Everything lay into place perfectly, so she would move back over to pick up her brush, and begin to let it flow through her long, dark hair. She would hum softly to herself as she heard him standing out there, grumbling about how long it was taking her. The more he grumbled, the longer she took, until she was finally satisfied, and would turn to make her way out of her bedroom, and to the front door of her home.
"Do you have to be so bloody loud Levlidian? You could have just came inside you know. Would have been easier then you standing there banging on my door like a maniac."
She spoke with a quiet anger as she looked him over. She caught the bit of excitement that was rolling through the younger Saiyan, and she knew he was looking forward to this training session. His grin was infectious, and she could not stay angry at him for long. Gods this man irked her and she was so frustrated with that fact that it blew her mind sometimes. She would lean her form against the door frame of her home, crossing her arms across her chest as she looked at him. She stood like that for several moments before grumbling and shaking her head.
"Well you want something to eat first, or do you just want to jump right into training without breakfast?"
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Post by Levlidian on May 2, 2017 17:52:16 GMT
Awaiting the female Saiyan, Levlidian had taken to simply enjoying the scenery, each wisp of the breeze that collided with his thick, dark mane had drawn about him another breath of calm; he'd even partly forgotten for that brief instance he was meant to be irritable. It was nice here, serene and that notion alone crept into his blood to stem the beast inside, with his paws pocketed within his baggy Gi, a brow reconciling the absolution of his choice, again he reflected and sighed neutrally to the end result. The Solar Empire were no longer his concern, they hadn't dared attack Earth since their failing so long ago- or not so long ago he could hardly remember now. Ignoring those orders had been the most effective approach he'd ever concocted and in doing so he exiled himself in any case. Not that he wasn't anyway, at least he thought he was, not since Keshii and his brother, two Saiyan's woefully unprepared for him had he come across any like minded individuals who'd pose any more of a threat. A slow smile evolved and the familiar voice that called to him soon had his attention thus he turned and greeted Kesh with his usual grin. However, this version was tainted with an appraising stare for a moment, slowly he'd make his way forward to slip past her and draw his complexion inches from her as he'd do so, "That's a lacking in etiquette love," he mused. Honestly, it just hadn't crossed his mind and he'd soon venture within her humble abode.
"Looks good in here," he murmured as he'd gze about, it was familiar, the same design she'd used when they built the structure not too long ago and he'd soon glance over his shoulder at the offering of food. "I suppose we can't really train on an empty stomach. So his first response to his own words lay with the patting of his abdomen and a sly grin, he'd left a few bits with her whilst the female Saiyan grew acquainted with the area, meats, vegetables, a few lines of fish and knowing most Saiyan's that would be more than half gone by now. Sweeping behind him came the long, flowing Gi he'd worn for some time now, about his shoulder a bound, damaged Saiyan shoulder pad and his lean frame soon toiled on the ridge of his heel drawing his muscles taught in the effort. Levlidian had bulked but only slightly, in the nature of true training he was testing another form of self perfection. Where as there wasn't an ounce of fat on him he was still a powerful Warrior and with his Saiyan Pride built upon that- it was obvious he wasn't bothered by the etiquette of humility. Durian had envied over his limber abilities and speed, though in hoensty he was fairly sure that ended the night after he'd turned into a Super saiyan- however her glare from the moment Tulip had freaked out- it unsettled him. Had he become just that much of a jerk towards emotions, what else was he missing in his search to become stronger? Nothing, he was sure, well mostly.
Within the confines of the Cottage, a divulged brow quirked and a stride squandered returning to the Saiyanesses side as he'd seem to mull something over, chewing about the lower of his lips, suckling upon it before releasing at a loud pop; a blurted question soon followed. "Durian and I are going to Namek, I want to take you with us- continue your training and-," he paused, offering a smile and the tilt of his head, "I didn't want to leave you alone,". Indeed, leaving Takeshii alone on a foreign planet made him nervous, she'd barely begun her training and Durian was getting restless, perhaps this offer might excite her? "In honesty love I think you ought to know- we're anti- Saiyan Empire. Since my exile I've sought nothing more than to destroy the lot of them. Though, not too long ago a twit by the name of Kazar- a hybrid if you can believe it, he revealed information that mad eit seem-," he'd shrug and slump about what ever seat he could find. "Pointless, honestly,". Flaring his hands upwards and allowing them to crash down, a gaze swept about the Saiyanesses cabin again as he continued to wait on this 'Breakfast'. With a coil of the digits bestowed to the man he began to draw a simple circle, in all his time on Earth he'd never felt quite so complete, uneasy yes but then again his nag of a Wife had added some semblance of a goal and with his best friend now here; finally it felt like everything was falling into place; so why did he feel so uneasy sat here in this chair?
"So I'm going to start your training- with a few exercises, a kata just like the old days and then we're going to take on a fight- eventually I'll have you executing your fights blindfolded," Lev' nodded ashe peered to the wooden structures floor and he thought on the notion he had begun- perhaps he should explain a little before getting into details of the young woman's training. He'd trained Durian to near hs own power, even the Kagami admitted she'd never had achieved what she had without him; somehow Lev' doubted that, she was pretty stubborn. "SO, I need you to sit down for this next part- I certainly thanked the Universe I was. Though, I'm not sure HOW it works nor any of the processes. The dead can come back- once the fulfill some sort of toll of course. So it renders most acts of revenge a mute point because it'll become a never ending cycle," those fingers soon found his lap and began to drum a short song to themselves. This was going to be a lot to take in, even now he'd feed the singular obsidian orb about his complexion to Keshii, ready to comfort and ease. Then again she could be the sort to hinder all betrayal. The man soon found himself eyeing her armour, the familiarity of it courting a short smile of him and soon he'd heighten his gaze as he reached her thighs. Naieve as ever,
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Post by Takeshii on May 4, 2017 9:56:32 GMT
Takeshii had a half mocking tease on her features as she watched Levlidian step into her home. The cabin was basically set up, the furniture just simple stuff they had managed to put together with a little tinkering and building. It would do until she was able to get into town to one of the stores and do a little shopping. Lev had made sure to leave her with plenty of food to get her by for a few days, but yes...supplies were starting to run low. She was going to have to go out and do a little hunting at some point. However, for now, she was good and she would make her way like she was about to head into the kitchen to begin to make their breakfast. His words caused her to pause, her steps faltering as she turned to look at him, her head tilting a bit. Sit down? What in the world did she need to sit down for? She would let the breath out through her nose and moved to settle onto the couch, her gaze locking up on his own for a moment as she tucked her feet up beneath her hips. "Alright, what did you want to talk about?"What came next from his mouth, was clearly not something she even came close to expecting from him. People could come back....FROM THE DEAD? What the hell was he talking about? He clearly had to be going off his rocker by this point. She sat there with that semi-stunned look upon her features, she making the guppy fish face as she tried to think what to say to him. Silence just spread for some time, her gaze shifting out her living room window to look over the falls and pond that adorned the landscape of her property. She was so proud of where she had chosen to build her house. All the hard work that Levlidian had put in, to helping her get it built. It was a solid cabin, two stories, open floor plan on the first floor, with a massive stone fireplace occupying the great room they now sat in. The great room was open to the kitchen and dining area, the kitchen having an island that overlooked it all. There were two sets of doors on either side of the fireplace that went out over a massive porch that overlooked the pond. The first floor also contained the master bedroom, master bathroom, one other bedroom, a simple bathroom, and a playroom which she had set up as a library/office for now. Perhaps someday in the future, she would have children of her own to fill her home, but for now...it was just set up for herself and her guests. The second floor contained two additional bedrooms and a single bath for the two to share. Takeshii sat like that for several moments before she would shift to a stand without saying a thing. With the open floor plan, she was able to go over to the kitchen, without really needing to leave his line of sight. She would pull out a heavy cast iron skillet, placing it over the stove and lighting the gas beneath it. It would begin to heat, and she would pull out some of the venison. Seasoning it well, she would toss it in the well-heated pan, adding a touch of butter to it to begin the cooking process. She moved about her kitchen efficiently, having learned how to cook in her time on Vegeta. It had been her mother's intention for her to be wed off to Levlidian's brother when the time was right. Perhaps that is what had drawn Levlidian's ire the most, she could not be certain. Perhaps it had been jealousy that had triggered him to act the way he had towards his brother. She would pause in her cooking for a moment, bracing her palms on the counter as she lowered her gaze and just listened to the sound of the searing meat. Several moments passed before she finally spoke. "So you are trying to tell me that if I died...I could be brought back from the dead? Are there any side effects? Like...I mean I am not going to come back with some brain issue or something am I?"
Her curiosity was getting the best of her in the long run. She could not help herself. If he could not die, if she could not die...what was the purpose of all of this damn fighting in the first place? She tapped her fingers on the counter, really thinking about what it was she was doing there, and why she had come there in the first place. She would turn to pull the venison off of the stove, before pulling out about a half dozen eggs and tossing them in to cook as well. She always had a habit of making a high protein meal, but then it helped with muscle development and energy, something that they used an awful lot of when training. She tossed some bread in the toaster to dip in their eggs, and would finish frying them up before placing everything on a plate, and moving back over towards the living room. They might as well eat in there, as the dining room was not really needed with just the two of them there. The dining area was mainly set up for basic dinner parties and the like. She would hand him his plate, before she moved back to where she had been sitting before, and would settle in to begin eating, not really saying anything for the time being, as she focused on her own thoughts, trying to truly understand this new bit of information that he had fed her brain.
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Post by Levlidian on May 9, 2017 13:04:51 GMT
The plate she handed off to her brother Saiyan was cool to the touch despite the fresh food and he'd claim it hungrily, from the depths of his person did crawl a hungering snarl and he'd chuckle to it. However, the disposition of his training partner hadn't gone unnoticed by the beast and he had worn a furrowed brow for some time during it. What was this, he'd smile less often these days and the nagging sensation for an actual fight was stronger than the night the three had gathered; blast that Father of his. "Well, as far as I saw there were no side effects at all. You simply begin to exist again- well that's how Kazar described it," the young man quickly tucked into his meal and through a mouthful came further words, "He was quite the same as far as I could tell, energy the same, greater than before mind you. I'm not sure what occurs in the afterlife but he got real damn strong- not as strong as I am mind you but still-," The eggs were delicious and bacon soon followed. "So aye you see why Durian and I second guessed our revenge plans, what's the point in killing an opponent if they'll just come back. Vicious circles aren't my thing generally. Once I settle my honour I expect that to be the end of it y'know?". Swallowing abruptly and elaborating a loud belch he'd take pause. "It bothers Durian more than me, I see it as an advantage because we gain no matter if we win or lose. Though, it doesn't making the dying bit any easier. I want revenge on the Saiyan Empire. Even if you tell me it's folly, I know I can do it with or without help," the stubborn determination was very reminiscent of his child years and perhaps it was childish but it had got him this far. With that goal fitted into his skull, Levlidian and climbed faster than anyone on this planet and excelled to one of the strongest; though the Premier dwarfed him the young man could at least hold his own now; in theory.
"In any case Kesh', it grants us a new perspective, to value the time we have and to know even should the end come- we can fight our way back if we so choose to," with a sigh up he would rise and shift to another seat and continue his shovelling. "Oh and on another note- I want to teach you my style of combat. I think it might suit you better than the old style you were taught. I apologise if that sounds insensitive and rude but you fight with a calm, collected mind- you think -far- too much about what you're going to do next and don't mind your surroundings nearly as much as you should," The plated no clean, scraped clear and set about her table, Lev' rose to his feet and began to run on the spot. Stretching his thigh out and flexing his abdomen; he'd sigh happily. "Good meal- though where was I. Ah, y'know I barely think when i fight, it's all about minding where I am and minding the combatant. Our bodies have been trained from childhood to fight and fend, placing trust in the muscles that did all the work is no false claim. I do it, here I stand before you one of the strongest on this beautiful planet. Sure there are stronger one being twice my strength and he heads the BBA, an army of defenders here," Their meeting with a Scientist had tumbled this fact into the light, Lev' was already aware thanks to his interactions and he felt Keshii should be filled in.
"When I saw him fight my Master Hinawa- the man moved so damn quick. Quick wasn't the word, he was so relaxed and minded nothing but where his feet fell- that inspired me a long with the Foxes training-," he removed part of his Gi to show his Kanji, Fox, "When she vanished i had this done, a living memory on th warrior she turned me into. Caring, loving, defending- if it wasn't for her I'd never had learned of the Kagami. I'd never have been pushed as far as I have come," exhuming a cough the man soon adverted about the frame of her home and moved for the door, "I'm going to train you in her ways and mine, calm collected, meditative and- a flash of a grin drew about the beasts shoulder boasting his confidence, "Your Father will be proud of who I shape you into, a real Saiyan, none of this War and Blood. With Honour, the strength of a Warrior and the compassion of a calm animal. Freedom, Pride, Rage- they all have their different sides. Mine are fluctuating, ever adjusting. You and I are not born to be soldiers in a War Machine. No, not like our families wanted, we're free, like the Saiyan's of old- in the stories of Earth and it's fighter. They are who we take after and the age old King himself would be my idol<" fire burned in his eye, a grin broad a toothy thus the man stepped through the door into the sun, it blazed down on him in the early morning and slowly his eye closed to it. "Hurry up Kesh we're burning daylight!". Striding on to the waters edge he'd pause and gaze into it, the scars, the hair, he frowned as he'd see his own Father in him as he aged. With his Mother's hair, the kindness he carried and looking like that monster. A scowl flurried to coat his lips and so the Saiyan turned away to wait for his friend.
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Post by Takeshii on May 20, 2017 15:32:14 GMT
Takeshii sat there on her couch, just listening to what he had to say. A lot of it made sense, and better helped the Saiyan to understand the hows and whys of Levlidian's style of combat. She knew she had a lot to learn from him, and it was a good thing she had all the time in the world to do such. She knew that time was of the essence though, as she had heard the various calls for war, and she also knew that Levlidian was hell bent on taking down the SSE, even if he did it on his own. This exasperated her to know bounds because it contradicted a lot of the words he said to her. "Forget about revenge, it does no good." Well, how could she follow his words if he was unable to do the same? She sat there for some time, just pondering over everything, her meal shoveled into her mouth, again and again, filling the tummy and soothing the mind....at least somewhat.
"Lev, listen to yourself okay. You tell me that revenge is not worth it because people can just come back. Yet, you want to bring down the SSE, single-handedly if you have to. Great, fine...whatever. However, how can you sit there and tell ME to let things go when you are unable to do it yourself? Isn't that being a bit hypocritical?"
She was blunt, had always been blunt, even when growing up. She loved Levlidian, he was her best friend, but she would lay it out on the line as it were and he could take it or leave it. As he shifted and continued to speak, she remained quiet, the only sound being that of the chewing of her food, and the soft sighs that would come from her mouth when he said something she might not agree with. The man could say things that would anger just about anyone, he is so cocky sometimes. However, there were also times when he was so endearing that you just wanted to wrap your arms around him and never let go. She looked past the parts where he was making her angry and would focus on the other parts.
And then he started talking about her style of combat, frustrating her all over again. She shot him a look that could spark fires in a dense forest if not watched over. Her fingers curling around the plate she held as she finished off her meal, just letting him ramble on about her combat style and how his style was so much better than her own. Oh, all the things he had learned since being on earth. Her tongue would coil slowly over her teeth, tapping against them as she slowly shifted to a stand and gathered up their dishes, taking them back into the kitchen so that she could wash them. She was not one to just leave her dishes laying around, so she would quickly work through them, wiping down her kitchen with a cloth until it shone. She was a prideful thing, and she took pride in everything she owned, and everything she did. When finished with the dishes, she walked around the island and rested her hip against the counter, finally taking a moment to speak.
"So, your style of fighting is better than mine is it Levlidian? I don't think it is. Maybe not what you are used to, but I can learn a lot from others by taking the time to watch them and think about my next move. It is not all about jumping in with both feet blindfolded. It is about learning, growing studying. We are always learning something new Levlidian. Yes, I am sure I will learn from you...but I think you could learn just as much from me if you took the time to do so."
Takeshii watched him slip out the door, and as he did, she let out a sigh, giving him a few moments out there alone while she collected her thoughts. Her nails scraped along the countertop for a moment or two before she shifted to her bedroom, slipping into her gi and tieing it about her well toned form. She stopped to look at herself in the mirror, combing her fingers through her long obsidian hair, and laying it out so that it seemed a little smoother, at least for the most part. The call would come from outside, that taunting tone to his voice moving to pull her from that safety net of her home, and she would let out a breath of exasperation. Steps carried her through the house then, and out to the porch were she would look to where Levlidian was standing and would growl at him.
"In a hurry to get your ass kicked today Levlidian? Or perhaps you just want to show me how incredibly weak I am once again?"
That mocking tone continued to come from her lips, and it was obvious that his rubbing it in that he was better than her, even if not done so intentionally, it was getting to her a bit. She had spent the past few weeks trying to push aside the rage, but it was really hard to do when someone came along and just pushed your buttons in much the way that Levlidian so easily did with her. Perhaps it was his way? Perhaps it was his intention to push her to the point she snapped, just to see what she could do. Time would tell she supposed, but for now...they had work to do.
"Alright then...let's do this. As you said, we are burning daylight."
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Post by Levlidian on May 30, 2017 23:54:36 GMT
Stood watching her a moment, he'd taken some time to drink in her words the phrases and the irritations and as she'd exit the building to confront him for a continuation- he quirked a brow whilst turning away in part to look at nothing. "It is hypocritical, I want to end them but I would suppose you're right. Though it was the whole purpose to me getting this strong-," Wasn't it? the thought reigned him in and he paused. The beast peered at his own hand. The right had risen before his solitary eye and his brow sank whilst studying the fine lines of his calloused hands, simple dips and carves in his very flesh that irked the perfection he may have had. Lowering his hand again, replacing the fingerless gloves he'd barely been conscious of removing. Hadn't he grown so immensely powerful JUST to wipe out the Saiyan Empire? A pulse in his heart told him other wise, after all this time of seeking to battle his natural tendencies- had he truly changed at all? The cant of his head soon came and back to her he'd regard, Takeshii seemed to be waiting and Levlidian boasted a small smile; "Guess I don't know myself as well as I thought," he mused.
"However I don't consider myself better, I learn from others all the time- I didn't intend NOT to learn from you but if you're going to take my confidence in teaching you as arrogance. Go right ahead," he didn't sound irritable neither did he look it. In fact he had expected her retort, Pride was a trait all Saiyan's ran by and for him to bolster his own style to be superior to hers- it was obvious she'd miss the point. "I wanted to boast not shame, again, if you think my criticism and opinions should be pushed aside; go for it. I think you're right about how i fight and I'm going to improve on it so instead of a lecture how about we just get moving?" again he'd pause at her retort and he rolled his eyes. betraying a short snort he'd wave the sudden betrayal of her dented ego aside. "You're not weak, you'll never be weak, energy signatures are bullshit- it's not the size of the Dog in a fight; it's the size of the fight in the Dog," Shaking his head the beast then drifted skywards, energy flowing absently at his beckon initiating the molecular vibrations igniting his blazing aura about him.
"Lets see for ferocious you can be," and with that he'd erupt from the placement of his self and into the sky leading Takeshii to a more so open part of the area. Checking for signs, labels, the young Super Saiyan soon found a flat plateau he and his sparring partner could take full advantage of. Landing readily and settling both heels to the dirt, it wouldn't take long for him to whisk upon the pivot of his stride and gander at the Saiyaness and her arrival. There were no words shared on this meadow, he stood with a single eye fixed about the soon to be combatant of his choosing and slowly fell into stance; tucking one arm against his side and heralding his fingers before him like talons. He had seen one such other male use his stance before- Kallabash. Though they both fought in far different styles.
Levlidian had once heard Durian call his way chaotic, interesting, it 'kept opponents on their toes and often granted him multiple moments to capture a quick strike or two. Power was his main goal, strong, decisive strike coupled with several lighter ones to tempt and test certain vital areas; joints, the sternum, throat. These were places for brief stunning blows. The heftier attacks lay about the Diaphragm. the abdomen and perhaps the thighs of jaw- especially between the eyes. However the most important thing he could do was always trust his limbs, trust the body he trained and keep his mind upon his footing, his placement. This was what won him many battles and granted the Saiyan the ability to win. here he sought to erase that advantage and give Takeshii the singular focus of limbs- true enough she refused to take his words to heart and he had a sneaking feeling she'd trained beneath others before; others she had been more willing to listen to and it created a tick in his brow of annoyance.
People had always created an issue with him, the way he spoke, his hair, his beliefs and here Takeshii seemed to do the same; instead of listening she'd taken his advice as insult. "Bah," he muttered and leaned into his heel preparing to launch once she had sunk into position and he wa soff with a solid boom. Deep within a flurry of fists, left, right, left he struck at key areas with light jars of his palms and sides of his fists. The heavier blows came for more vital areas as described, throwing his last fist in a sweeping hook he intended to miss; the beats then bound skywards and rotated with the momentum of the right limb drawing a heel up as he did so aiming to strike her shoulder with an iron like thrust.
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Post by Takeshii on Jun 9, 2017 11:50:38 GMT
Takeshii stood there for a time, watching as Levlidian seemed to struggle a bit with his own thoughts. Perhaps that was what he needed, a little bit of struggle. Perhaps he needed a little understanding into what was true reality, and what he saw within his very own head. The Saiyaness continued to stride forward, listening to his words as he spoke of his own hypocrisy. In some ways, she felt elation, but in others...she did not really like calling him out on his own actions. Sometimes, it took those types of things to make someone see the detriment in their own actions. Sure, she could just let him do what he wanted...he would anyway. However, that was not her way. She had always been the one to step aside and help to teach Levlidian things.
She rolled her tongue across her lips, pondering things. It would almost seem like Levlidian had forgotten a lot of the things she had taught him. Or perhaps, he just did not seem to really care about what he had learned from her. She had been young herself, after all. Why trust the words of someone that was barely older than yourself, right? She shook her head and sighed, her gaze drifting over him slowly. He had clearly come into himself, so maybe she should stop trying to teach him, and learn from him instead. She did not always have to be the teacher. She did not always have to take care of him...take care of everyone.
"Levlidian, being boastful is fine. However, when you are trying to teach someone...being boastful just shows cockiness. Sure, you may be better than I am physically. You may be stronger than I am in a lot of ways. However, it does not mean you should boast about it and rub it in. Do you think that makes your student feel any better about themselves?"
She shook her head, watching as he took to the skies and departed to find an area for them to train in that would not be directly associated with their homes. They did not want to destroy their own lands after all, right? Her own kick would soon find her following his trajectory, seeing him standing in the clearing ahead. She floated there a moment, gazing down upon him before finally allowing herself to descend to the ground. She was within speaking distance but left enough space between them that she would be able to move a bit once he started moving forwards.
His motion was fast, seeming to zip around her like the very breeze that brushed her flesh from time to time. She felt the impact of several of those swift punches and would counter with some of her own. She did not truly get into countering straight away. Instead, she began to learn his movements, learning the exact point his hands would go so that she could block those movements. She breathed deeply, focusing her body on what was happening and nothing else. She could not allow herself to slip, she could not allow him to truly get the best of her. HE had said it himself, she was not weak.
It was true, she had been training with another, Kallabash. Kallabash had been teaching her how to focus, how to study someone...even someone as chaotic as Levlidian. What Levlidian did not realize was that even though he was chaotic, there was a particular rhythm to his movement. There was a way he held himself, a way he moved his fists and used his energy. She was able to focus on this, and use it to her advantage. She soon began to dodge his movement, or at least the majority impact of them so that they did not hit her quite as hard as they had before. Bobbing and weaving like a boxer, or perhaps like a dancer, her motion not nearly flawless, but enough.
As soon as she got the flow going, that was when she began to counter. Using her own rage fueled fists, she would snarl through clenched teeth and let her fists fly. She took the chaos he had been using on her and turned it against him. Her fists never hit the same place twice, constantly moving, constantly impacting towards him in an attempt to show him that she could learn. That she could be stronger. She had to prove this to him, prove to him she was not some weak Saiyan. However, her weakness resided in her raw emotion. Sure, she was a Saiyan. Sure, she knew that hate and rage. However, she also knew emotions and it was these emotions that got her in the most trouble. She had to learn to control them, to block them out when the time was needed.
Soon, she flew back from him, spinning through the air in an almost acrobatic back flip, before landing on the ground some ways away. She would take that time to catch her breath, keeping her eyes locked on him and refusing to allow herself to think about anything else but the here and now. Her lips would slowly coil up into a smirk then, only the slightest bit visible from his vantage point as she spoke to him with that same tone she had been taking on more and more with him lately. Indifference.
"Ferocious...is that what you want to see Lev? Or perhaps you would like to see exactly how cunning I can really be?"
It was true, ferocity could easily win a lot of fights, but she had been learning that a cunning opponent was not one to just barge into a situation, without truly wrapping their head around their opponent. She did not over think it, in fact, she did not really think about it at all. She simply, allowed her gaze to focus and watch, and in doing so...she learned. One did not always need words to learn, sometimes just watching...feeling was enough. This is what she had learned from Kallabash. This was the lesson she took from the other man that had been helping her train. Now...it was time for her to learn from Levlidian. It was time for her to take in his chaos, and use it to her own advantage, making it her own.
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Post by Levlidian on Jun 12, 2017 15:38:42 GMT
Levlidian stared at Takeshii as she spoke, a single eye noting the way she moved and spoke, had she become decidedly less Saiyan in their time apart- or was there something more? The slit of the beasts eye derived his deduction, boastful hm? He had no idea what she was on about, as humble as he had been these past few months and how boastful she'd been in the heat of combat; the hypocrisy between the two of them was rife and courted a sly grin of him shortly before their combat would begin. Begin it did, "Boasting only bothers the thin skinned," he retorted. Takeshii had switched her style, he noticed it several advancements in, there was zero aggression not the brief glimpses she'd shown before nor the acrobatically shifted stances. Something was amiss and like those who came before, Levlidian adapted. Landing several blows, each the lighter versions as she handily blocked his slower and stronger strikes, however the vital strike upon her arm missed as the Saiyaness evacuated the battle and bore what he could only describe as; a snarky little grin. Rage was a quick way to push a fighter to lose their focus, once focus was broken soon came their breathing- once their calm breathing ended and they began to hold it, they were doomed. Taking this note to light, their fight separated for the moment, it would be he who took in a deep breath and shifted back into stance.
This had turned from a training session into a competition, brow knitting together the young Saiyan soon snorted to the note on cunning. He'd given away some of his style and she'd given nothing, what did he care? Brains may win some wars but in the end, his knuckles cracking as they condensed, he didn't come this far and learn nothing. Leaning into the balls of his feet, his ki condensing to the point of a fluctuation in the air and he burst for Takeshii again, the energy built in his fist whilst a pair of his limbs flared up, various snap kicks swayed and served more so as a defense than anything. Heel sweeping high, aiming for the length of her chin, the next followed suit whilst his Ki charged within his fist. Onwards he'd press, several kicks, snap, round house kicks, all from the poise in which he stood- he knew she'd be waiting and reading him just as she had done before, lest she attack he might be in for some trouble. However, regardless of her choices- his plan would go on. Cunning hm? his eyes danced with the spark of an idea- delving back, the young Saiyan saw it fit to bound skywards and drive his fist hard into the dirt- from the eruption of the shattering and concaving Earth came a thick plume of smoke to which he'd seek take advantage of.
"Use your senses," he called into the dust, "Feel me out, go by my signature- lets see how cunning you can be,". With the placement of this heels in the darkness, the beast closed his eye and drew in breath. Focus settled about him within the plume and on he'd vent into the debris. From her right he'd come at first, fist raised high and aiming to slug the frame of her jaw, following suit came the vent of a boulder to her abdomen followed by a short cuff of his boot in a front kick- then he'd aim to leap back and vanish within the mists. From her right he'd come this time with a leaping heel kick, following suit as his opposite heel pivoted and made way for the other- another kick followed to which he'd roll from and intend to vanish once again into the thickness of his blanketed view. Levlidian could clearly read her energy, master of his own the beast had grown used to sensing anothers energy since his accident with the right eye. Being half blind meant he'd have had to adapt, develop a new style of combat and in the process- train Takeshii to possibly begin her path to doing the same. Even as kids, he could almost feel the familiarity in her, the way she breathed and moved, the scents, he'd fought her in training- mostly aside her as they battled Ca'Drual and yet he remembered.
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Post by Takeshii on Jul 22, 2017 0:03:14 GMT
Takeshii stood there, basking in the morning sun as it rippled over her flesh. Flesh soon gave way to a sheen of sweat as she worked with Levlidian to continue her training, and in many ways...his as well. The retorts he had only made her smile, as she continued to remain calm, focusing on learning to suppress her energy, possibly making it less easy for him to read...or at least she hoped it would. He had become very powerful in their time apart, and she did not hate him for it. She was displeased that he had left her in the first place, but now she would use that displeasure to better herself, not to distract her in a time when she needed to be her strongest.
She felt him moving, the way he flipped and spun soon becoming rather easy to track. That was until that fist hit the ground and sent shards of stone and scatters of dust whirling into the air like a sandstorm. She heard his words, reaching out to her...almost mocking but she knew he was only trying to help her to focus. She needed to focus, not just on what she felt, but what she heard as well. It was going to be the only way that she would be able to become better, to become like him and reach the highest honor that a Saiyan could achieve.
As the dust whirled about him, she felt him more than she heard him. Perhaps it was the strength of that bond that they had as children, but she felt him and she was able to focus on his movement enough to avoid the strike that was meant for her chin. However, the repetitive motion to her gut sent her bending at the waist, a grunt coming from her lips as a rush of air escaped from her body. The impact of it was painful, but it was not enough to cause her to move too far, though it would send her stumbling just a bit.
"Is that all you got Lev? I thought you were better than that!"
Now it was her turn to mock him a bit. Sure, she was trying to feed off of that rage. When they were kids it was so easy for her to do, because Levlidian had a temper that was very hard to contain. At times it had terrified her, though now she knew it had been part of what had helped to make him stronger. The fact that he had learned to control that rage, that alone was a powerful weapon that could destroy armies. At least for a Saiyan it was a powerful weapon, as an uncontrolled Saiyan, was a danger to not just others, but themselves as well.
When Levlidian moved to the other side, she was still caught off guard enough that the first strike or two would make the intended impact, this time sending her flying backward. However, she remained standing, her lips curling into a mischievous grin that would cause her dark chocolate eyes to darken all the more. As his body was moving, she focused on his motion, and before he knew what was happening, she would reach up to grab at his wrist in an attempt to stop the impact of it from hitting her again. If she managed to get that grip, she would flip her body backwards in the hope of bending him forward, her own feet lifting from the ground as she mule kicked towards his gut...hard!
"Lev, you may have gotten stronger than me...but you will never be smarter than me."
Once her feet hit the ground again, she was gone, using that mist of shadowed dust to hide her for the briefest of moments. She crouched down in that dust, making herself as small as possible, and biding her time as she waited for it to settle. Once it had, she lifted her gaze, her brows wiggling as she launched herself into the air. Her ki boiled within her, and those fists of power would coil as she launched herself straight towards him, moving to send her fists in a repetitive motion, again and again moving to make an impact on various parts of his body. As she did this, she would flip over his head, coming to land on the other side, spinning around and this time aiming her fist towards his lower back and spine.
"I WILL GET BETTER!"
The words came out of her in an almost rage filled rumble of sound. Her body was shaking a bit by this point. There was such a wave of determination rolling through her, that it would easily be read in the energy signature she pushed from her body. That aura of hers strong, and growing more and more powerful as the fight raged on. A competition between the two, perhaps. However, for her...it was more a way of her to show him that she was not as weak as he thought she was. She needed to prove herself again. She needed to prove that she was strong enough to not only take care of herself...but him as well.
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Post by Levlidian on Aug 20, 2017 0:31:32 GMT
Suffering beneath her endeavoured attack, fingers slender and powerful tightly bound about the wrist he'd once used as though a slugging mace of flesh and his waist bent over at the middle. Levlidian staggered back and groaned to the intervention of her heels, the stout grumble of his throat betraying his irritation. perhaps, if this were an even fight, Takeshii would indeed have the advantage here. Her cunning was clear, the aversion of blows both strategic and planned soon saw him struggle at this acknowledgement. However, upon straightening he'd resolve to endeavour in something a little more flamboyant, this was smeared in further refusal of his partner in combat to give up in the wake of such odds; her fist buried into his back sending a roar from the depths of the younger Saiyans diaphragm. Anger rose swiftly as his knees struck the fractured dirt. What was this? He'd fought countless enemies and grown in a small amount of time into something rarely seen even in this universe; a contending Saiyan and yet in this moment Lev' was being made to look like a fool. "Calm," he muttered and let loose a shuddering breath, "She's trying to rile you up, make you make a mistake-," he paused and a cruel smile evolved about his lips.
With a roar he unleashed a spark of his energy shattering the very veil he'd created and the ground beneath him cracked with the sudden pressure. Falsifying losing his temper, the beast vented himself off towards the energy he knew belonged to his accomplice. Within moments he'd appear before her at a deliberately slowed pace, rounding his fist he'd seek her jaw with his limb as he had a thousand times. A Saiyan's wrath was truly terrifying, like that of a savage they'd seek out their prey brutally, aggressively slandering them with a superior style of combat. In this moment it would seem he was ever ready to advertise this temper but as quickly as he'd approach- it couldn't compare to the sudden shift in deliverance. As though a mirage, he'd disperse into the very dust that lifted. A sweep of the air, coils of snaking vestments snake their way through the air and from the mists drew his fist at an accelerated speed from behind the defending Takeshii- the first had been a diversion and now he sought her back.
Aiming for the centre of her spine he'd round on her side from the blow with frontal forearm coming to strike her jaw at his side. Leaping upon deliverance he'd round one foot to snare her chest and step into another round from the opposite foot seeking take the Saiyan from her feet. Should he manage such the opposite foot would reconcile with it's brother to send her skywards if possible; the time for talking was over. If takeshii wanted to truly train- he'd have to bring his A game. "Prove it," he roared.
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Rhytid
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Post by Rhytid on Aug 28, 2017 23:11:58 GMT
Levlidian your word count is 4,921 and your PL gains are 3,321!
Old PL: 294,380 >> New PL: 297,701!Takeshii your word count is 4,703 and your PL gains are 6,467!
Old PL: 57,461 >> New PL: 63,928!
Adding now.
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