Cliff Fittir (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
aerialassault) wrote2013-12-08 06:22 pm
aerialassault) wrote2013-12-08 06:22 pm
003 [action/text]
[Action: Locked to Fayt Leingod and (maybe) Albel Nox]
[It was cold.
Cliff shifted under the blankets and stretched his legs, not caring about anything but the familiar knitted sheets that touched his bare skin and the familiar scent of what he knew was his apartment in town. It was simple. It was a taste of the freedom he would grab once he slept off his aching muscles and refreshed his weary mind.
For the moment he just wanted to appreciate the warmth. He didn't remember the beds being this comfortable...]
[Action: Open]
[People in town might notice an unfamiliar young woman wandering about the shops that afternoon in search of something that fitted better than the oversized leather bomber jacket and heavy boots that covered her thin white dress. Her striking blue hair and green eyes bore a startling resemblence to another young man, Fayt Leingod-- but, that had to be coincidence.
Passers by might even find her asking them a simple question in a tone that hinted at her contained frustration:]
Hey. Could ya gimme a hand for a minute?
[Clearly, she wasn't used to asking for this sort of help.
Later on, a quick message in a familiar hand is scrawled out in the journals for everyone to read:]
[Text]
I'm back. Anyone miss me?
[It was cold.
Cliff shifted under the blankets and stretched his legs, not caring about anything but the familiar knitted sheets that touched his bare skin and the familiar scent of what he knew was his apartment in town. It was simple. It was a taste of the freedom he would grab once he slept off his aching muscles and refreshed his weary mind.
For the moment he just wanted to appreciate the warmth. He didn't remember the beds being this comfortable...]
[Action: Open]
[People in town might notice an unfamiliar young woman wandering about the shops that afternoon in search of something that fitted better than the oversized leather bomber jacket and heavy boots that covered her thin white dress. Her striking blue hair and green eyes bore a startling resemblence to another young man, Fayt Leingod-- but, that had to be coincidence.
Passers by might even find her asking them a simple question in a tone that hinted at her contained frustration:]
Hey. Could ya gimme a hand for a minute?
[Clearly, she wasn't used to asking for this sort of help.
Later on, a quick message in a familiar hand is scrawled out in the journals for everyone to read:]
[Text]
I'm back. Anyone miss me?
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Cliff stared at him with that old look of cocky disdain-- unfortunately, it didn't have nearly the same effect as it would have normally.]
Be glad that I only look like Maria right now-- she and Mirage'd have a few things to say right about now.
[Although, in truth, odds were that the two women would likely join in on teasing Cliff.]
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Wouldn't that be ideal for her to show up right now and see you like this? [Malnosso, grant him this one wish. Please.]
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What?!
[He took a step back, embarrassment clear on his face. There wasn't much that rattled Cliff, but the thought of one of the two women he cared the most about seeing him like this was jarring enough for him to lose his cool.]
Listen, man. That's too far.
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[Which is the truth, but his tone is sly and mischievous. You know, because he's still a jerk.]
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It's bad enough that people [re: Albel] aren't taking me seriously.
[A sharp look. Hopefully, Vegeta wasn't going to be the same.]
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[Shrugging, he'll keep talking so he doesn't give Cliff room to interrupt him.] Besides. When I was transformed, I retained all of my abilities. If that's the case for you, why don't you teach those ingrates a little lesson if they're going to snub you like that.
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Didn't we talk before about how using fists in diplomacy doesn't always work?
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Depends on the person and the problem. This ain't worth flipping a table over.
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It's called 'being smart' I ain't about to go take on That Guy when I'm not dressed right.
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Alright, alright, you've got a point. [Trying to kick someone's ass in a dress just won't work out, he learned.] So get some pants and then teach those imbeciles a lesson. Unless that new body of yours can't handle it, of course.
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Hey, Maria's Klausian-trained, yanno. She may be an Earthling, but she's plenty tough.
[Even if he did have a hunch that his beloved Aerial Assaults were going to fall short of expectation.]
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[Yamcha isn't a fair assessment though, is he.]
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Uh. Fayt's an Earthling too, and believe me when I say he's pretty tough. For an Earthling.
['Tough for an Earthling' still isn't that much by his standards, and he mostly grants them that because of their wits and Symbols.]
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[He folds his arms. There is no way Cliff can convince him otherwise about tough and Earthlings.]
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Uh. Gravity endurance ain't everything, man.
[Seriously. How was that to be used to judge anything?]
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[He understands there's more to it of course, but he's not all that great at expressing it- probably why he's also not a great teacher.]
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...I don't see how gravity training can help people not be crushed by you either, man. You're an entirely different league-- like comparing a grape to an orange. I'm just comparing grapes here.