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vatheon2012-03-11 10:22 pm
fighting4afuture) wrote in vatheon2012-03-11 10:22 pm
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Who: Trunks and whoever
Where: Park!
When: Monday, midmorning
Style: Action or whatever
Status: Open
[If Trunks hadn't thought Vatheon was bizarre before, when the gossamer bubbles appeared floating near everyone's heads, he definitely did. Even stranger was when he tried hitting it with a small ki blast...nothing happened.
He's currently in the park, studiously ignoring it as he shadowboxes with himself, about fifteen feet in the air. Considering the speeds at which he can move, it seems there's a thought bubble floating by itself in midair half the time--it's given up entirely on following him.
The only thing running through it right now is a list of things to do later: laundry, grocery shopping, finish fixing the windows, interspersed with reflections on fighting technique.]
Where: Park!
When: Monday, midmorning
Style: Action or whatever
Status: Open
[If Trunks hadn't thought Vatheon was bizarre before, when the gossamer bubbles appeared floating near everyone's heads, he definitely did. Even stranger was when he tried hitting it with a small ki blast...nothing happened.
He's currently in the park, studiously ignoring it as he shadowboxes with himself, about fifteen feet in the air. Considering the speeds at which he can move, it seems there's a thought bubble floating by itself in midair half the time--it's given up entirely on following him.
The only thing running through it right now is a list of things to do later: laundry, grocery shopping, finish fixing the windows, interspersed with reflections on fighting technique.]
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[He lets the bubble escape from behind him as the image fades, instead displaying a murky view of the Lamufao.]
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[An idle thought drifts across Trunks' bubble, which has drifted back behind his head now that he's stopped moving: If you can bike as fast as I can move, anyway.]
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[Shinra glances up at the returned bubble, smirking as he reads the statement scrawled across it. His own thoughts, which nefariously escaped from behind him to float by his side, shift to display a few anatomical diagrams of a runner and a dim question mark.]
How fast can you move, anyway?
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Ah, pretty fast.
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[Trunks is taking a nice jog through Shinra's bubble, complete with a few monitoring nodes and a treadmill.]
Have I mentioned that I'm a doctor?
[He's not going to mention that he's rather fond of vivisections. Not yet, at least.]
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That's...good to know.
[Why does he feel like he's being sized up?
Oh right your thoughts are on monitoring and experiments.Trunks' thoughts turn to how...he looks kinda young for a doctor.]
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More specifically, I'm a doctor who likes investigating the unnatural.
[His own bubble flashes back to a hazy picture of a four-year-old holding a scalpel over a body strapped to an operating table. He may be young, but oh does he have experience.]
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The scalpel? A four year old? Kinda worrying.]
Good for you.
[If you come anywhere near him with a scalpel, well...he won't be happy. Curiously, though, this doesn't reflect in his thought bubble. He's locked down his thoughts, it only repeated what he just said.]
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Trunks is off the hook for now as his thought bubble catches Shinra's attention. That certainly can't be all he's thinking...interesting.]
Quite the controlled train of thought you've got there.