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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.]
Wheee, floating buddies!
And sorry John, it's hard to increase your prankster gambit by sneaking up on someone with superhuman senses. :C]
If you want.
[It's not any weight he can't handle, in fact holding it is kind of effortless. He's already got the broken one out.]
They float all day and night man, ALL THE FLOATING
I wouldn't mind, I mean you totally look sick and stuff. You should try and lie down after this?
[John can still muster up a bit of a breeze. Enough to help him hold things up.]
WHEEEEEE. being on the ground is for suckers.
Yeah, I know. I already took medicine for it, but I have to take enough to down a tyrannosaurus for it to work for very long.
[Darn metabolism.]
I just wanted to get this taken care of.
dude who needs the ground!!!
Then you should probably take that much and lie down. I mean I could take care of the window. [don't believe him. HE WOULD DROP IT.]
Then I'll help you.
LAME PEOPLE WHO CAN'T FLY THAT'S WHO
Don't worry about me, I've had a lot worse.
[Smiles slightly. IT TAKES A LOT TO KNOCK HIM DOWN, M'KAY.
half because of his STRONG and half because he's too stubborn for his own good :|]Thanks, I appreciate it.
[At least it's just the glass that needs replacing. Trunks had already cracked it, but his dad broke it the rest of the way coming in. 8|]
SORRY FOR THE DELAY. I've been skdjfhjksfd this week.
I can't really say the same. I mean, I think I've died before? But it's a weird thing that I'm not even going to attempt to explain right now. [john laughs a little. look at them, pro at fixing this window!]
No problem!
IT'S OKAY. <3
Also, the dying before doesn't really faze him--it's regrettable, because John's obviously younger, but in a world where, depending on your timeline, death is either extremely common or completely reversible...well, it's kinda cheap.]
If you want to hold the glass, I'll get it fixed in?
[How many ways could that go wrong, I wonder...]
Life is a thing unfortunately! >:T
Death is death really. John has died a couple of times, none too heroic- and he certainly didn't deserve them. Unfortunately dead kids in his universe are not an uncommon thing.]
That works for me! [John is totally holding this heavy sheet of glass. He has the strength to do this. He dualwields warhammers all the time- NO WAY THIS CAN GO WRONG! Or is there....]
It's a thing that SUCKS.
also come on John you can do it. Just hold the glass in place, in the frame even! The frame's doing all the heavy lifting!]
Alright.
[Trunks is pretty fast at this by now, though, he used to help rebuild whenever there wasn't shit blowing up and falling down around everyone's ears, before everyone just gave up and went underground.]