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[02] [Open] ♚ All Aboard the Pain Train

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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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[By the time Zoro actually gets to the gardens, others may have had their chance to fight the challenger. Or not. He has no idea how many people want in on this, even his own crewmate, but he doesn't much care. He only has one thing in mind: is this guy really that strong, and if so, will they be allowed to fight without restraint?

Only belatedly does he even realize he didn't get the guy's name.

He trudges out of the trees into a clearing and manages to catch sight of something hovering in the air out of the corner of his good eye. Good thing, because that's the guy. Well. That's new. At least seeing Vegeta there gives him something to lock onto, in order to find the spot near the bench where the fight could begin. Hopefully that woman with the hair almost as bright as his own wouldn't be in the way...]

OI! We gonna do this, or what?

[It was probably the closest thing to a "sporting event" she had seen at Cerealia yet.

Scuttlebutt wasn't much for sports in and of themselves, but they consistently drew in readers and so Scuttlebutt had to be there. Watching.]

[At least she had judged the attitude of the event right, given the cheering from Bulma.]

Sss, sss, sss! Any particular favorite for this fight?

[She had a notepad and pen out to take notes, her camera ready to take pictures, and a casette recorder to take audio.]

Edited 2015-06-21 05:01 (UTC)

[ Nanoha had, of course, shown up in a timely manner. She was pretty excited to see what exactly this "legendary strength" entailed. In her long history of battles, she had faced many enemies, some with greater reputations than others, but only once had she felt utterly overwhelmed. And she was definitely much stronger now than when she had fought the first Reinforce. Smarter, too. ]

You must be Mister Legendarily Strong! That's a silly nickname though, so let's not use it. I'm Nanoha, Takamachi Nanoha. We spoke over the CereVice about a spar? I'm ready at any time!

[ She plucked out the gem that always hung around her neck and raised it to her lips, setting up in a sequence that seemed to take over a minute but actually took a split second. It was best not to over-think the logic behind magical girl transformations.

With staff in hand and Barrier Jacket ready, she flies up to Vegeta's level, smiling, but full of quiet determination. ]

[Rock Lee jogs up to the gardens excitedly. The boy in the green jumpsuit goes through some quick stretches while glancing around the area in search of his opponent. The impressive explosive flying man with the towering hair...]

[It didn't take Rip long to find the area or even take a seat on the benches and settle her umbrella securely overhead to block out the sun. Sometimes it was hazardous being a vampire, especially one that couldn't get a decent amount of sleep during the day.

Though.. there were reasons for that. Rip studied the fights happening below and couldn't help but grin slightly. It's been quite some time since she's seen something like this~. Too bad she couldn't participate, so she'll just settle on watching for now.]

Zhis is quite zhe display... I vonder if ve could ever start a tournament like zhis around here.

[Oh--she knew that distinctive... hiss. Laugh? Chuckle? Whatever. Bulma turned a sunny smile on Scuttlebutt. Her appearance wasn't much different from their first meeting, except for the addition of a scarf in place of her usual neckerchief and a light jacket.]

There's no question my Vegeta will win. No offense to the other guy, but he's not gonna wear him down like that.

[She sounded just as unshakably confident as she had when speaking of her own abilities earlier in the month.]

Edited 2015-06-22 05:35 (UTC)

Hey, that's not a bad idea! Just going on the number of challengers I'd say it could work...

[It certainly seems to her like there's been a need for this kind of thing. Vegeta's challenge flushed out a fair few fighters, no doubt there are more that might be getting tired of testing their skills in virtual reality.

Bulma turns to look at the person she's addressing and... wow, umbrella. Is it supposed to rain today? She glances upward. ...No, probably not. Bulma gives a mental shrug and extends a hand with a smile.] Bulma Briefs. Thanks for the idea...? [She trails off expectantly, waiting for a name. Don't leave a girl hanging!]

Rip van Winkle. It's a pleasure to gives zomeone inspiration.

[She smiles and shook Bulma's with a white gloved hand before glancing back at the battles below.]

Zhough, if you vhere going to put on a tournament, you might be hard pressed to find zomeone zhat can fight zhe short one fairly. He zeems like a powerhouse.

[Hopefully Bulma could figure out just which of the fighters she was referring to... then again, most people were short to a woman who was over six feet tall.]

It's a pity I cannot join zhe fun.

[Interesting name--not that she has any room to comment. She beams, returning her hand to her warm cup. Gloves would have been a good idea. Clearly this is a well prepared woman.] Nice to meet you, Rip!

[She, too, turns her attention back to the fight. It's just barely begun and the outcome isn't certain, yet she seems entirely unconcerned.] I won't lie, it's pretty unlikely anyone here would be a match for him. But that's Saiyans for you. Knock them down and they just bounce right back up, stronger than before.

Still... it's all about testing your mettle, right? So what's stopping you?

Saiyan...? Never heard of zhem before. Are zhey a kind of varrior or zomething?

[It never hurt to ask, especially since her goal was learning about what kind of fighters they have in this little colony. It was pertinent to a certain huntress's interests.]

A few zhings. But, it iz mostly zhe fact I tend to get... carried avay. Once I catch zhe scent of blood, I just cannot seem to stop until my prey iz dead or I am taken down.

[There's more to it than that, but, Rip's not to interested in going in depth with a woman she's just met.]

Zhe ozher thing iz zhat I am a long range fighter. I vas a sniper in zhe military a very long time ago.

You sound pretty confident! I think it is safe to say Prince Vegeta is the favorite though...

...I didn't realize he could hover. Is he using an invisible jetpack? Some sort of difference between the gravity on here and planet Vegeta? Happy thoughts? Kahk kahk kahk.

[There. Finally one of the humans Vegeta had been most intrigued by had appeared, the Saiyan's bored expression suddenly a splitting into one of his trademark smirks.]

Of course, [He calls down to the new challenger, chin tilting up.] There's no reason to prolong my victory. [But, surprisingly perhaps, the man doesn't budge from where he was in mid-air, brawny arms still folded over his muscular chest, lips still twisted into a terrible sneer. And though he doesn't move in the slightest, the look being leveled down at Zoro is full of snobbish pride.]

Come at me, then.

[Vegeta is a bit of an asshole, ok.]

[BOO. He's right above you.]

So, you didn't take the coward's way out. [It was purely instinct, but something told Vegeta that this guy--no matter what physical strength he possessed--was the type to see something to the end. Unlike most Earthlings, with their inherent spinelessness. For that, the kid would get at least a little respect.]

You still wish to face me?

Ack! [He startles slightly as he notices the flying man, but then Lee quickly regains his composure.]

Of course I do, sir! I have always sought to rise against challenges, head-on! This will be no exception!

[For a moment Zoro just stands there, squinting up at him like really? He's seen the cook hold himself up in the air with his Sky Walk, but Vegeta's just sort of standing there. On the air. Huh.

But once he gets the hint that his opponent isn't coming down, he scowls.]

I can't fly, asshole.

[that does not stop him from drawing his swords, however. Two, to start with. Zoro gauges the distance, twists his torso with the swords up and back, arms curled, and then slashes out with a slight spin, sending a rush of spiraling, cutting air straight toward his target up there. It's only a 72-Pound Cannon, he can do much worse, but it's enough to get attention.]

["Happy thoughts"? Bulma can't help it--she laughs. What an idea!] That will be the day. No, it's ki manipulation. As I understand it, anyone with enough power and discipline can learn to do it.

Oh! So he's using... wires, then. Of course!

[Unlike his dumbass green-haired roommate up there, Sanji is perfectly capable of getting to places without taking shitty detours all over the damn city. His problem, however, is that he actually has a job to go to, so he's still a little delayed getting to the gardens while he finishes up some things at the studio.

By the time he arrives, there's already another fight underway, but that's okay. Sanji doesn't mind, he can wait. Gives him a chance to check out this so-called legendary strength, maybe get an idea for the way Vegeta—

...........Hello, pretty lady in the audience.

AND JUST LIKE THAT, all thoughts of the impending fight promptly scoot on out of Sanji's head for the moment as he gazes in his typical lovestruck way at Bulma. Uwaaaaah, she even has hair similar to his lovely Vivi-chwan's~!! Blue like that, it's adds such a unique beauty to an already perfect flower, making her stand out like a sapphire of the highest quality!

He's all up in her space in approximately 0.2 seconds, dropping down on the bench not far from her and sliding in even closer before offering up his most suave (read: ridiculous) grin.]

Is this seat taken, mademoiselle~?

[...Uh, but you know. He's ready to fight whenever you are, Vegeta. /cough]

[While Sanji's attention was no doubt focused on the lovely lady at his side, Bulma may or may not catch sight of how the hovering Saiyan stiffens above them, a barely noticeable twitch at his mouth.]

[...well, it's not a bad guess.]

No, no, that's not it. This isn't a TV show!

Ki is like... energy. Everything has it. Us, animals, grass--if yours is strong enough and you have the right training, you can use it to fly.

[Or as a hugely destructive weapon, but that's bad PR.]

[Though Vegeta seems far too pleased at the moment, huffing quietly to himself with laughter at his own joke, the glint of metal snaps the Saiyan out of his amusement. Swords, hm? As easy as it would be to brush that nonexistent threat behind him, the man is well aware of just how effective a sword can be in the hands of a real warrior. Trunks had proved that.

Vegeta shifts to the side in mid-air, deftly dodging the attack before he was coming to touch down on the ground, some ten feet away from Zoro.]

There. Is this more to your ability? [Now that they were on even ground, it was just a little bit easier to take in the whole sight of the Saiyan, with his ridiculous muscles, his upswept hair, and his....surprisingly short height.]

Come at me. I'll give you one free hit. [His hard face splits into a smirk all over again, Vegeta taking two steps to the side, his tone all cocksure arrogance.] ...Or is here better? I wouldn't want to stand in your blind spot.

Edited 2015-06-24 06:07 (UTC)

[Where did he come from!? She whips around toward the voice and recoils in surprise--wow he's way closer than she expects.]

Uh-- [Wait. That dopey grin, his tone... is he flirting with her? Not that Bulma can blame him, a beauty like her must be a sight for sore eyes, but...] Shouldn't you ask that before you sit down?

[She can't help smiling, flattered in spite of the stranger's bad manners. It's about time someone in this colony recognizes what a rare and delicate flower she is.

Her eyes flick back upward to the fight, and she notes that Vegeta seems a bit... distracted. Hmm.]

Edited 2015-06-24 06:15 (UTC)

[Vegeta does, indeed, go unnoticed because...

That smile!! BE STILL HIS HEART!!! What goddess of love is smiling down upon him today, it's not all that often that he actually gets a smile in return for his affections!

...More often than not, girls just looked vaguely unsettled at best and downright freaked out at worst when he tornadoes up to them like this. So maybe he comes on strong, it can't be helped! Ladies always deserve to be showered with praise!!

Sanji gives a somewhat sheepish laugh, rubbing the back of his neck for a moment.]

You're right, of course! I should've asked first and introduced myself -- it's Sanji, by the way!

[And then his hands find themselves clasped together up by his face. There might even be a heart or two or five or ten floating around beside his head.]

It's just that I was so drawn to you! Like a shitty magnet, I was pulled in by your beauty~ and didn't stop to think!

[The girl. Truth be told, Vegeta had no idea what to expect from her--the last time he had underestimated a petite woman, she'd utterly obliterated him on the battlefield--and while he would like to think the worst, at least Nanoha shows better promise than the other females who called him to bitch that he'd offended them and their ridiculous love of pets or whatever.]

Vegeta. [As proud as he is over his heritage and accomplishments, Mister Legendarily Strong sounded like a stupid name that idiot Mr. Satan would use.

The girl transforms--something Vegeta had seen many a time over the last few decades, but it is rarely something that looks like this--the arms that had been crossed over his chest falling to his side, eyes scanning her face.]

Ready are you? Then come at me. One free hit.

[Okay... she's rapidly reevaluating the tall woman beside her. All of that stuff about the scent of blood... is Rip serious? She sounds serious.]

Really...? [Bulma is distracted, understandably.] That's very impressive...

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