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estoria2015-06-20 06:26 pm
bigbingoattack) wrote in estoria2015-06-20 06:26 pm
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[02] [Open] ♚ All Aboard the Pain Train
Who: bigbingoattack, capforthat, and YOU. Open to fighters or spectators!
When: Backdated to 1/22 (6/17)
Where: CERES Gardens
What: Immediately following this network post where Vegeta called out to fellow fighters.
Rating/Warning: Fighting, likely to contain violence, blood, and foul language
Important Note: Do not feel obligated to reply! I am more than happy to handwave any fights between characters. But if you do want to proceed, feel free to get in touch with me so we can talk things out. I am not completely familiar with all of the characters in the game and their various abilities, so I'd love to hear from you before we jump into things. You can contact me through any of these ways.
Option A. ROUND 1--FIGHT
[Vegeta was waiting.
The Saiyan was hovering above the gardens, about ten feet or so off of the ground, arms crossed over his muscled chest and his expression as stone-faced as ever. The anticipation for battle was beginning to tingle up his spine, but the man remained quiet and calm.
It wouldn't be too much longer.]
Option B. No fighting in the bleachers
[...or benches, more accurately. Bulma was seated on a bench with her hands cupped around a hot drink. Her eyes followed the fighting with keen interest, excitement even, and apparently without concern. She was confident that today's matches would be, if not fair (how could they be when a Saiyan was involved?), at least honorable.
Abruptly, she leaped to her feet and cupped a hand around her mouth to shout,] WOOHOO! GO GET'EM HONEY! KICK HIS FACE IN!!
Option C. Wildcard.
[Go nuts! If you'd like to start threads between other characters or try to brawl with some of the other fighters showing up, go for it!]
bigbingoattack, capforthat, and YOU. Open to fighters or spectators! When: Backdated to 1/22 (6/17)
Where: CERES Gardens
What: Immediately following this network post where Vegeta called out to fellow fighters.
Rating/Warning: Fighting, likely to contain violence, blood, and foul language
Important Note: Do not feel obligated to reply! I am more than happy to handwave any fights between characters. But if you do want to proceed, feel free to get in touch with me so we can talk things out. I am not completely familiar with all of the characters in the game and their various abilities, so I'd love to hear from you before we jump into things. You can contact me through any of these ways.
Option A. ROUND 1--FIGHT
[Vegeta was waiting.
The Saiyan was hovering above the gardens, about ten feet or so off of the ground, arms crossed over his muscled chest and his expression as stone-faced as ever. The anticipation for battle was beginning to tingle up his spine, but the man remained quiet and calm.
It wouldn't be too much longer.]
Option B. No fighting in the bleachers
[...or benches, more accurately. Bulma was seated on a bench with her hands cupped around a hot drink. Her eyes followed the fighting with keen interest, excitement even, and apparently without concern. She was confident that today's matches would be, if not fair (how could they be when a Saiyan was involved?), at least honorable.
Abruptly, she leaped to her feet and cupped a hand around her mouth to shout,] WOOHOO! GO GET'EM HONEY! KICK HIS FACE IN!!
Option C. Wildcard.
[Go nuts! If you'd like to start threads between other characters or try to brawl with some of the other fighters showing up, go for it!]
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Not likely. At least not one that wouldn't break beneath Bulma's withering glares, piercing shrieks, and shy flirtations at other men.
Really, no one realizes how much Vegeta puts up with.
Out comes that cigarette from Sanji, who looks all too casual considering the beating he'd just taken, Vegeta's furious expression twisting in disgust. Even from this distance, the revolting smell reaches the Saiyan's too sensitive nose, his intense gaze still locked onto the other man.
...This is....definitely not fighting. Are all of the humans here too stupid to understand that a good battle is all that he wants?!]
If you must know, I came to annihilate her planet. [Vegeta was not the type to share personal information. Unless that information just further showcased his superior strength.]
no subject
No, not really, but if Vegeta's going to let him smoke it then he'll gladly use the time to regroup. He can probably get in one last round of good hand-to-hand exchanges, if only to stretch this out and spare himself the annoyance of going down in such an embarrassingly short amount of time.
That response certainly has his eyebrows hiking even further up his forehead, though.]
No shit, really?
[Wow. Just wow. He senses there's a really good story there, but like hell he's going to try to get it out of Vegeta. Instead, he just barks out a laugh.]
How fucking romantic.
[He takes one last, long drag of his smoke, then lets it drop to the ground and grinds it out with the heel of his shoe.
Alright, break's over. The grin falls off his face as the casual air leaves him, and he taps the toe of his shoe against the ground once, twice—
And then kicks off the ground and flashes forward, faster than a lot of humans would be able to even if the speed is nothing compared to what Vegeta can do. He launches into another round of powerful, sure kicks, just trying to make any sort of contact at all. If there's any kind of opening to land a hit, he'll take it, but mostly he just wants to see how long he can keep up with the other man. He pushes himself to be quick and not to get sloppy, and does his damnedest to block in return.
Straight up martial arts -- sans any punching, of course.
The next hard hit he takes from Vegeta will probably end with him being down for the count, though.]