vatheon | 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!

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[That... sort of makes some sense. Things that touch him without him using any force shouldn't be in danger of breaking. Unfortunately, that doesn't cover everything.]

But what about when I want to pick something up, or hold something tight enough that someone can't knock it out of my hands?

[Still, he continues with the stick practice, rolling it to his palms. It slips, though, and he fumbles, trying to catch hold of it. The minute his fingers wrap around it...

Crunch.

Now he's holding a splintered mess.]

Dammit! That's exactly what I'm talking about!

Edited 2012-06-14 22:24 (UTC)

[Equius lets his stick roll forward and fall off his hands.]

That's something you'd have to work on for much longer than this curse will take, I'm afraid.

So I just... don't touch anything if I can help it for the rest of the week?

[Not what he wanted to hear. He lets the broken pieces of wood fall from his hands.]

How do you know so much about this?

Edited 2012-06-15 11:55 (UTC)

Don't touch anything that isn't STRONG enough to take your new abilities. I recommend silicone cookwear. It pops back into shape.

[Equius sighs and picks up another stick, rolling it back and forth across his hands.]

Because, when I'm not cursed, I have the same problem.

[He has no idea what "silicone" is - but that's kind of unimportant at the moment. He looks at Equius with a hint of wonder and sympathy in his eyes.]

You have to live with this all the time?

...does it ever get easier?

Yes.

[Equius watches the rolling twig for a bit, then catches between his hands and snaps it in half.]

My ancestor has been teaching me how to control it better, but no, I wouldn't say it's gotten easier. Just more under control.

Man... That must really suck for you.

[He can only imagine what it must be like to live like this all your life. He's frustrated with only a week of this to look forward to. Equius has all of his life.]

I wish there was something I could do to help, but...

[He gestures helplessly. Not exactly a lot he can do, especially when he's stuck with the same problem, too.]

Thanks.

[Equius actually sounds a little happier than he did before. It's nice to have someone besides Darkleer understand what it's like, being STRONG.]

I've gotten used to it. There are ways to work aorund the issues it creates; you just need to be creative.

[Equius's choice of words brings a smile to Lloyd's face.]

I'm good at creative. Speaking of which...

[A pause as an idea starts to form in his head.]

Hey, when you go back to being really strong, maybe I can help with something a little. I've been working on this technique to keep my swords from breaking when I'm fighting someone really, really strong. Maybe I can use that technique on other things if there's something you want to hold.

[It's such a small thing to offer, and it'd only work if Lloyd was there, but after this whole experience, Lloyd thinks he'd appreciate something like that.]

Edited 2012-06-17 15:58 (UTC)

[Equius perks right up at that!]

Really? That would be amazing.

[They could practice on robots and other inanimate things first and then maybe--MAYBE--even work up to people.]

I'm still working on it, so I can't promise how good I'll be, but... Yeah. I can definitely give it a shot. Just give me a call when this is done and you're ready.

[Inanimate objects are a definite possibility. What's good for a sword should be good for other small things. Sticks, stones, metal robots...

...bows and arrows...

It's only once he starts dealing with things (or people) that have their own mana that it starts getting tricky.]

And besides that... What if you talked to other people who are really, really strong?

I'll definitely do that. Thank you.

[Yes, he's thinking bows and arrows too.]

I'm already working wtih my ancestor on control, but it can't hurt to learn from someone else as well. Who do you know?

[He's all ears.]

You're welcome. Any time!

[He grins. He really does mean those words.]

Well, Vegeta's really strong. He's the reason why I had to figure out a technique to keep my swords from breaking. He snapped one of mine like a twig.

[Still a bit of a twinge at that memory, but he pushes it away.]

There's a guy named Trunks who's really strong, too.

[He doesn't know about Gohan's strength just yet, so he doesn't think to mention him.]

[You, Lloyd, are a true bro.]

I haven't met Vegeta or Trunks. Do you think you could introduce us, once we're back to normal?

Sure! I'd be glad to.

[He straightens up, dusting off his pants, feeling a little bit better.]

Hey, thanks for stopping to talk to me. I think I just needed to hear that I can learn to handle this.

It's no trouble at all. And good luck!

[Equius picks up another stick, and lobs it to Lloyd with a gentle, underhand toss.]

[Lloyd reaches out and doesn't exactly catch it so much as he tries to just let it hit his hands, using his thumbs to hook it without grabbing it. He nearly drops it, but there it is. An unbroken stick resting in his hands. A genuine grin breaks onto his face.]

Thanks. You too!

Good job!

[Equius half-smiles, pleased to see Lloyd catch the stick, and shoots him a thumbs-up before heading on his way, rather cheered up himself.]

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for the record, I love your Lloyd and am so glad to be threading with him again!

A-aww, thank you~ I like your Equius, too. So happy to be threading with you again!

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