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vatheon2012-03-04 02:42 pm
fighting4afuture) wrote in vatheon2012-03-04 02:42 pm
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Who: Trunks Briefs and OPEN It's early though why would you be out 8|
Where: Phanga neighborhood, house 13
When: March 4th, around 6 AM, edit: Later scenario around 10 AM
Style: Starting in action, either is fine
Status: Open
[This whole week has been nothing but disaster in Trunks' opinion--he's ready to write the whole mess off and even more so when he feels himself getting ill.
Not that he's had much experience with it on his own--an illness would have to be serious to even make him feel woozy--but he's seen everyone else around him getting sick at one time or another, and he knows objectively speaking what it should feel like.
He's decided that first hand experience isn't all that it's cracked up to be. He's running a high fever and shivering, feeling paradoxically freezing cold and boiling hot at the same time, and thus has gathered every blanket he has in the house he claimed into his bedroom to make a sort of nest on the bed shoved into the corner, and is sleeping in it.
But not peacefully. Living the life he has, Trunks is prone to nightmares--his fever dreams are no better. His normal tight rein over his power is slipping as he runs and fights in the dream, not from nameless and faceless monsters, but from cruelly smirking faces that he's feared every day of his life.
The windows of his house start to shake with the power he's putting out, not enough to break through to Super Saiyan, he needs consciousness for that, but enough to cause spiderweb-crazed cracks in some of the panes and certainly to catch the attention of anyone passing by at the early hour.]
Later: [After the morning's display and going out to get medicine even though he's shaky as hell, Trunks is outside and floating in midair, trying to replace the broken window in his second floor bedroom.
He obviously should be resting--he's pale still, even after the medicine he took. It helped, but he has to take twice as much because it metabolizes out of his system so much faster.
Probably would've been a better idea to just cover up the window and wait till the curse was over, but he's a stubborn one.]
Where: Phanga neighborhood, house 13
When: March 4th, around 6 AM, edit: Later scenario around 10 AM
Style: Starting in action, either is fine
Status: Open
[This whole week has been nothing but disaster in Trunks' opinion--he's ready to write the whole mess off and even more so when he feels himself getting ill.
Not that he's had much experience with it on his own--an illness would have to be serious to even make him feel woozy--but he's seen everyone else around him getting sick at one time or another, and he knows objectively speaking what it should feel like.
He's decided that first hand experience isn't all that it's cracked up to be. He's running a high fever and shivering, feeling paradoxically freezing cold and boiling hot at the same time, and thus has gathered every blanket he has in the house he claimed into his bedroom to make a sort of nest on the bed shoved into the corner, and is sleeping in it.
But not peacefully. Living the life he has, Trunks is prone to nightmares--his fever dreams are no better. His normal tight rein over his power is slipping as he runs and fights in the dream, not from nameless and faceless monsters, but from cruelly smirking faces that he's feared every day of his life.
The windows of his house start to shake with the power he's putting out, not enough to break through to Super Saiyan, he needs consciousness for that, but enough to cause spiderweb-crazed cracks in some of the panes and certainly to catch the attention of anyone passing by at the early hour.]
Later: [After the morning's display and going out to get medicine even though he's shaky as hell, Trunks is outside and floating in midair, trying to replace the broken window in his second floor bedroom.
He obviously should be resting--he's pale still, even after the medicine he took. It helped, but he has to take twice as much because it metabolizes out of his system so much faster.
Probably would've been a better idea to just cover up the window and wait till the curse was over, but he's a stubborn one.]
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[Vegeta turns towards Trunks, his eyes lit up with a righteous fire that probably looks out of place to him.]
We are Saiyans. Saiyans grow stronger when they are defeated. Don't give up or let them kill you and someday... someday you will end them.
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I know. Everyone else isn't so lucky.
[He can take it, generally speaking. But all the humans are SOL and JWF.
Plus it's hard to believe he'll ever win when they've killed literally anyone else who might've stood a chance but him.]
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[He claps Trunks's shoulder awkwardly, then just... pretends that he was using the contact to stand up. Yes. He totally wasn't trying to be nice there.]
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...perhaps inexplicably, he feels better. Still horrible, but better.]
...yeah.
[Or die trying, y'know.]
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These humans have some medicine to take down the fever. It seems to work. You should get some so you don't destroy the neighborhood in your sleep.
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...I will.
[In fact, there's rustling behind you, like he's preparing to get up to do so right now. 'Cause yeah, if he powers up completely he'd probably bring the house down on his head.]
...um. There's room here, if you want to stay. I don't know where you've been sleeping...
[Silly Trunks. Vegeta doesn't sleep, he waits.]
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[He eyes Trunks over his shoulder. What, does he WANT him to stay? That's not happening. Vegeta doesn't make friends, he makes allies.]
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He shrugs and TOTALLY IS NOT DISAPPOINTED.]
Alright. That's probably for the best.
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Don't wake me up like that again.
[This is Vegeta's special brand of "get well", it appears.]
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Sorry. Good night.
[Even though he's pretty sure it's morning anyway.]
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