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Post by Deleted on Mar 29, 2016 15:22:04 GMT
When he dropped to one knee, she relaxed just a little and then looked around. It seemed their fight had drawn a crowd, more likely her scream did that, she thought. The back of her ears burned a little in embarrassment. It didn’t last long, and she watched as Beryl picked up the weapon and looked it over. Noting the blood seeping into the cloth of his shirt she felt bad immediately. Looking down, she felt a sting on her forehead where she must have hit a particularly hard patch of ground or a rock, the slick wetness of blood welling. Ignoring it, she took stock of other injuries. All small, she saw a few other scrapes and felt would-be bruises but none bled as badly as the head wound. Shallow as it was, head wounds tended to bleed the most, she’d noticed. The shallower the cut the faster it was to bleed, and the quicker it was to clot. They both would be alright, she supposed. Still, she felt bad for causing him that much harm. When he spoke, she looked back up at him, meeting his dark eyes. She didn’t feel like she did well. No, Belle felt vulnerable, like an open wound. His words soothed some of the pain when he spoke of the Galactic Patrol and how he preferred doing interviews. “ I don’t mind an interview, I don’t...if you want to do one, we should.” An interview she expected, she liked earning her place in things and if that meant going by his book here, she would happily oblige. Just, well, perhaps after they got patched up. As he handed her the mic she looked down at it, the warmth of her fingers grazing his briefly before she just curled her fingers around it and let both hands rest at her side. He said she was in but she didn’t want him to accept her out of anything other than genuinely wanting her to be there. A wry smile turned her lips up as he said he didn’t go easy on her and after he finished with the unexpected praise on her spitting technique, she looked away again. Like him, in matters like these, praise was hard to handle. “ Liar,” she joked, looking back up again and changing the subject. “ You lowered yourself to be on my level...which, don’t get me wrong, I appreciate that…” Taking a deep breath she thought about those last few weighted words, let them settle themselves on her shoulders and tried out the feel of them. It was a weight she could bear, she decided - no, it was a weight she wanted to bear. “ I’d like that. I could help you get patched up, if you want…” she said, gesturing to his now stained shirt. “ And maybe we can talk about that interview?” Patching people up? She'd done more than her fair share of that with volunteer work, and she could always patch herself up later, too. Beryl Roarke |
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Post by Beryl Roarke on Mar 30, 2016 17:22:04 GMT
“You’re right. I did lower my power to match yours. However, I did that to see how you would do against someone of equal caliber. As you’ve shown, you were able to handle yourself well,” Beryl explained. “I don’t mean to sound arrogant, but most fighters you’ll face will not be anywhere near my level.” He frowned after saying it. Still, it made him sound like such a confident asshole – someone who was well aware of their strength and flaunted it, deeming themselves untouchable by the plebeians that infested the galaxy. “And that’s not to say that you can’t become as strong as me. If you keep your training up, you’ll surpass me.”
He decided to hold off on answering Belle’s question for now. He still had more to tell her. “Have you ever trained under increased gravity? If you haven’t, I suggest that you do it. It’s tough, and it’ll be hell at first, but if you manage to stick with it, you’ll start to notice immense increases in your strength, speed, endurance, toughness – everything. I have a gravity machine on my ship that you can use: one of the best ones available for public purchase. It goes all the way up to one hundred and fifty times normal gravity. Start at ten times normal gravity, and go up in increments of ten. Do not go up in gravity level until you can move around at full speed without any trouble at the level you’re currently at.” It was a lot of information, but it’d no doubt prove valuable for Belle and her training. It was Beryl’s job to make sure that his team of officers was in tip-top shape; he was responsible for both their physical and mental wellbeing, and considering how dangerous being a Galactic Patrol officer was, he wanted all of them to be prepared to handle anything thrown their way.
His dark-brown eyes drifted to look down the length of his shirt. The blood splotches were still there, but they haven’t grown in size. Beryl looked at the pink-haired woman and nodded in understanding. “Yeah, let’s go get ourselves taken care of,” he agreed, referencing to the injuries both of them had sustained during their spar. The crowd of Namekians heard the human’s statement and immediately offered to tend to both Beryl’s and Belle’s wounds. “Even though I do need to conduct an interview—“ He looked Belle right in the eyes. “You’re pretty much guaranteed a spot at this point.” He nodded once.
@hannabelle
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Post by Deleted on Mar 31, 2016 6:08:53 GMT
About to tell him she never questioned that he lowered his power to match her, she bit her bottom lip and just let him speak. She knew better when to, and when not to, interrupt. Not felt like the latter as he explained to her in no uncertain terms she likely would never face another of his caliber again. Although his words held a trace of what some might consider arrogance, his frown and tone of voice implied otherwise. He even went on to say he didn’t want to sound arrogant which only made her smile, just a little. It was hard to believe that this man who looked...not plain, and certainly not ordinary, but he didn’t look nearly as strong as he turned out to be. Intimidating, one word for him, and Belle could think of at least eight more right off the bat. The curse of being a writer, it really made you want to explore people’s depth, and Roarke seemed like a vast ocean hiding treasures beyond her wildest imagination.
As he mentioned her becoming stronger, she looked away briefly. No, she didn’t think she’d ever be as strong as this man who demonstrated such skill that not only awed her, but inspired her. Even if she did become as strong as him, she’d never become as skilled, but she didn’t need to be. Now, she only competed with herself, striving to be the best version of Hannibelle Evensong that she could be. At the mention of gravity training, he held her steadfast attention once more. She heard of it more than once and always longed to try it, but finding time and an accessible chamber proved harder than she imagined.
If a friend offered the use of a chamber, she didn’t have the time. When she had the time, there was no available chamber. A miserable catch twenty two and yet here Beryl was offering her the use of his personal one, on his ship. No, that didn’t make her feel like a special snowflake, but it did impress upon her just how serious he was about letting her join the team. “I...thank you,” she said, genuinely both impressed and dumbfounded at his generosity.
Her eyes followed his down to the shirt and then back up, meeting them squarely and holding his gaze. Eye contact held weight and importance, she knew that from experience, and she didn’t want to be the one to break it. Even still, this, now, the afterwards - it felt nice, easy. Belle certainly didn’t feel the need for the world to open up and swallow her whole anymore. Nervous, her? Nahhh. Alright, maybe a little, or maybe a lot. It didn’t show, though, because only people close to her got to see behind the ‘Belle’ mask she showed the world and into the real ‘Han’ behind it. When he agreed they needed fixing the surrounding crowd pressed in and she pulled back a little, breaking that contact and looking around. If she let them patch her up after coming here, getting roughed up and having her ass handed to her on a silver platter, she’d never hear the end of it from Arynx’s people if word got out. And word would get out, it always did. Besides, there was just something about a stranger’s touch that sent shivers down her spine, and not in a good way.
At his last words she felt that blush creep up behind her ears and along the back of her neck, that uncomfortable burning sensation settling into her skin but still she didn’t look away. Just then one of the Namekians came closer, close enough to touch, and offered direct aid. Never being one to take handouts she shook her head and tried to decline as politely as possible. “I, well, thanks but I’ll do it. I don’t want to be a burden on anyone,” she said to the native. She did accept the first aid kit, though, and looked over at Beryl once more to see what he was doing.
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Post by Beryl Roarke on Apr 1, 2016 17:54:44 GMT
Belle - 5643 Z. Added to GP faction bank.
I'll request my own stuff separately.
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Post by Mayze on Apr 4, 2016 2:29:49 GMT
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