Pracross was excited for another day. The Saiyan was at his mentor’s Dojo with exciting news. The Saiyan Pracross had met on Konats was on his way to train with him. Pracross had notched up the gravity for the day to help bring him and his friend further up the training ladder.
In the meantime, to distract himself, Pracross was fighting his transforming demon ally, Tempest, who was in his Gauntlet forms. The training routine they were enacting was to test and strengthen the agility of the Teen by having him dodge the mighty punches being thrown at him. The Saiyan seemed to be moving with rhythm, going at his own pace with each dodge.
Down. Left. Down. Right. Back. Left. Forward. Right
Though, of course, it was not. The boy was running off of instinct, as he usually found himself doing from time to time. It was good to think under pressure sometimes rather than always using a fighting pose to judge your movements. Yet as time passed, the boy became weary as he waited for his Saiyan ally.
"Say, you're getting pretty good, Tempest! When we get you a body, I'm certain you'll be a great fighter!" The demon scoffed, giving a slight laugh. "If I had a body, I'd crush you right now. I'm being held down by this stupid spell" The demon rolled his eyes and swung a right hook at Pracross, who dodges just in time with a swift duck. "Pffft, yeah right! You sleep way too much for that!"
OOC: Sorry, got my butt kicked by sleep and school
The wind felt good running through the Saiyan's spiked black hair as he flew towards the dojo his new friend Pracross invited him to train at. He had met his new Saiyan friend on Konats trying to stop a certain purple...menace? Today wasn't just any normal training session today Pota finally went on to training in x30 normal gravity. He had trained in x10 and x20 with his master Gira on her space ship but he hadn't had the chance to ask her if she wanted to do anymore gravity training. Luckily Pracross had offered so he wouldn't have to bother Gira for the time being. He was also looking forward to trying out some of his new recipes for him and his new friend. After all there was no better time to practice one's culinary skills than with two Saiyans after a gravity training session.
He flew for about half an hour before finding the dojo Pracross had mentioned. 'Star School? Never heard of that one before.' As he flew down and opened the doors to the dojo at first he saw no one. "Hello?" Pota called out with no answer. Until he heard some commotion in one of the back rooms. 'He must be in the back.' Pota thought to himself as he made his way to the source of the noise. He got to the door and heard the familiar voice of Pracross inside.
"Pffft, yeah right! You sleep way too much for that!" It seemed he was talking to someone. Pota opened the door but before he could react a gauntlet flew right at him giving him a hard right hook right across his face. Pota went flying back into the other room where he had just came from crashing into a wall on the far end. Needless to say he was more than a little dazed from the suddenness of the attack.
"Ugh...Kami what just happened." The Saiyan youth sat there lying on his duffel bag with an almost comical spiny eyed look on his face. He wasn't out of commission but he was definitely gonna need to walk that one off for a moment. Heavyweights active Current PL:54,070 Thread PL:13,518
As Pracross ducked under the punch, Pota happened to walk onto the mats of the dojo, falling fated into the wall. Pracross blinked and stared at the Saiyan, then turned to his demon friend, then back at Pota, trading between the two. Finally, he stopped at Tempest and spoke. “Nice!” He said, crossing his arms and smiling. Then, Pracross turned to Pota, who seemed to be recovering just fine. In a much kinder and lighter tone, he repeated. “Nice!” floating over to the boy.
Crouching down in front of Pota, Pracross opened his hand out to the Saiyan to help him up. It seemed the two were both in their gis. Pracross’ black and cosmic cosmic colored Dogi seemed agree with the alternated green and black on Pota’s. “You okay? You took that hit really well,” Pracross smirked. The Saiyan walked back to the mats after Pota refused or accepted his help, a gleam in his eyes as he put his hands on his hips. “Can you feel that? The gravity is already pulling down on us.” Pracross turned to Pota once more. “We could get to training now, but we should take a second to treat that wound first.”
Pracross walked into the kitchen area and started to search around. He found a medical kit not too deeply hidden within the cabinet. The Teen raised his eyebrows and looked out to Pota. “Want something to drink? I got beer, soda, water, and energy drinks.” Pracross, regardless of response, pulled out his own beer and smiled.
OOC: I DIED MY BAD AAAAA I’ll try not to do it again.
Pota shook his head and regained his bearings as he accepted his friend's helping hand. "I'm good we Saiyans have naturally thick skin. As for treating my wound I came prepared for that." Pota dug around in his bag and pulled out a small jar of some kind of ointment. He opened it up and dipped his finger in the brownish substance applying it to his lower lip where he had busted his lip. As he did so the wound seemed to slowly heal on its own. Pota smiled and put the jar back in his bag. "It's a recipe my mom taught me back on Vegeta it won't help a lot with major wounds but it patches up scrapes and bruises well enough." As he stood back up his friend asked if he felt the effects of the gravity chamber. Pota did notice he was having a little more trouble moving around. Which probably contributed to him not being able to dodge that hook he had received that and being laid back more than most Saiyans.
"Yeah I feel it. I'm getting really pumped up about our training now!" Before they jumped into training Pracross asked if he wanted something to drink. Pota had been at his Girlfriend's Halloween party a few nights ago and her mom spiked the punch with wine adding to Pota's aversion to alcohol so beer was out of the question. Soda and energy drinks would just make him more thirsty and lead to cramping during gravity training which was like being put in a leg hold by an Oozaru. "I'll take some water for now need to stay hydrated for training." Pota looked around for his assailant while waiting for his drink.
"By the way who hit me I swear it was a pair of floating gauntlets b-" Pota then looked over and saw Tempest floating in mid air and a moment of awkward silence fell over the room. "Okay so Pracross last time I saw a ghost it tried to destroy North City should I expect that from this thing?" Pota said breaking the silence and mistaking Pracross' weapon for a simple ghost. Pota was pretty thick in the head so he didn't know that this weapon was more than your average ghost. Even so Pota stared both in disbelief and caution at the pair of floating gauntlets seeing as they had already injured him five minutes into the training session already. OOC: Its alright I've been busy myself and it took me a whole month to reply so no worries.