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vatheon2012-06-12 07:12 am
redcladidealist) wrote in vatheon2012-06-12 07:12 am
7th Combo
Who: Lloyd and anyone who might be interested
Where: Island
When: Backdated to the curse week
Style: [Action]
Status: Open
[Crack!]
Dammit, not again!
[Lloyd glares at the two broken sticks in his hand, frustration mounting. Ever since this curse started, he's been breaking everything. He'd always thought being super strong would be really cool.
It's not. Not when you can't control it. Bowls, cups, the door to his apartment, the coffee table he'd accidentally banged his shin against, it seems like everything he touches is shattering to pieces. Thankfully, he hasn't hurt anyone yet, but how long will that last if he can't control his strength? He doesn't want to avoid everyone for an entire week, or however long this curses lasts!
Assuming it isn't permanent. Despite having been here long enough to know that curses don't stay for very long, he can't quite dismiss the possibility.
So here he is, on the island, practicing picking up and touching things that no one will care if he breaks - mostly rocks and sticks. And logs. Whole fallen trees.
Okay, that's pretty cool.
But once again, when he'd picked up two sticks to swing like swords, the moment he'd tried to grip them properly, they'd snapped just like twigs. He doesn't even dare to use his own swords for this, and he'd left them back in his apartment. What if he breaks them, too? Dropping the sticks, he growls - yes, growls, no one's here, he doesn't care if he's losing his temper now - and to anyone sensitive to ki or mana, his uncontrolled emotions send his power level rising. A scouter would read his power at nine thousand and one.
Yes, it's over nine thousaaaaand!
But Lloyd doesn't know that. Still frustrated, he turns and kicks a convenient rock. It goes flying, disappearing from sight in a blink. He moodily watches where it went for a moment, then plunks himself on the ground.
Sitting on his tail. Oh yes, let's not forget the other thing that he'd gained besides super strength. Pain lances through his body, toppling him to his side - and mercifully off of the fuzzy brown appendage. Tears prickle in his eyes anyway.]
Ow ow ow ow ow! Augh, I hate this curse!
Where: Island
When: Backdated to the curse week
Style: [Action]
Status: Open
[Crack!]
Dammit, not again!
[Lloyd glares at the two broken sticks in his hand, frustration mounting. Ever since this curse started, he's been breaking everything. He'd always thought being super strong would be really cool.
It's not. Not when you can't control it. Bowls, cups, the door to his apartment, the coffee table he'd accidentally banged his shin against, it seems like everything he touches is shattering to pieces. Thankfully, he hasn't hurt anyone yet, but how long will that last if he can't control his strength? He doesn't want to avoid everyone for an entire week, or however long this curses lasts!
Assuming it isn't permanent. Despite having been here long enough to know that curses don't stay for very long, he can't quite dismiss the possibility.
So here he is, on the island, practicing picking up and touching things that no one will care if he breaks - mostly rocks and sticks. And logs. Whole fallen trees.
Okay, that's pretty cool.
But once again, when he'd picked up two sticks to swing like swords, the moment he'd tried to grip them properly, they'd snapped just like twigs. He doesn't even dare to use his own swords for this, and he'd left them back in his apartment. What if he breaks them, too? Dropping the sticks, he growls - yes, growls, no one's here, he doesn't care if he's losing his temper now - and to anyone sensitive to ki or mana, his uncontrolled emotions send his power level rising. A scouter would read his power at nine thousand and one.
But Lloyd doesn't know that. Still frustrated, he turns and kicks a convenient rock. It goes flying, disappearing from sight in a blink. He moodily watches where it went for a moment, then plunks himself on the ground.
Sitting on his tail. Oh yes, let's not forget the other thing that he'd gained besides super strength. Pain lances through his body, toppling him to his side - and mercifully off of the fuzzy brown appendage. Tears prickle in his eyes anyway.]
Ow ow ow ow ow! Augh, I hate this curse!
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[Lloyd gives the man a startled look. It hadn't occurred to him that he might actually be the same race as someone he knows.
Sure enough, though, that tail catches his attention. Curled around his waist? That's... Actually, that's a good idea. Why didn't he think of that? He tries to copy Vegeta, feeling a little bit awkward controlling an appendage he's never had before. His tail is only wrapped around his waist for a few moments, though, before it falls away, like it has a mind of its own.]
How do you get it to stay?
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[Unfortunately for Lloyd, Vegeta's going to demonstrate by lightly thwapping the tip of his tail. It's not that paralyzing level of pain that would be felt if grabbed or stepped on, but it would still hurt.]
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[He's a teenager, he's a Saiyan, and he's having a bad day. His temper is not up for this!]
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[He looks at Lloyd appraisingly for a few moments before nodding to himself.]
If you wanted a rematch, now would be a good time.
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-until Vegeta makes that last comment.
Despite himself, Lloyd turns his head, interested.]
Even though I can't control my strength? And... [An edge of reluctance enters his voice.] I'd have to fight barehanded.
[He'd break his own swords if he tried to fight with them, and he knows it. But fighting barehanded... He ducks his head, muttering.]
I don't... I'm not that good at it.
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[Vegeta raises a hand, cupping it towards Lloyd.]
Go on.
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What, you want me to hit you?