003 [action/text]

[aerialassault]

[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?

Comments

[misterbrief]

Did I say anything about flipping any tables? Now I think you're the one taking it too far. Besides, I thought knocking a few heads together was your specialty?

[aerialassault]

It's called 'being smart' I ain't about to go take on That Guy when I'm not dressed right.

[misterbrief]

[He chuckles. Well.]

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.

[aerialassault]

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.]

[misterbrief]

Putting the term Earthling and tough in the same sentence is called a lie. Don't make me start to think I can't trust you over something so small.

[Yamcha isn't a fair assessment though, is he.]

[aerialassault]

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.]

[misterbrief]

He could barely handle five times Earth's gravity. That's not tough. He's just a boy with a unique ability, is all.

[He folds his arms. There is no way Cliff can convince him otherwise about tough and Earthlings.]

[aerialassault]

...



Uh. Gravity endurance ain't everything, man.

[Seriously. How was that to be used to judge anything?]

[misterbrief]

It certainly isn't everything but you can achieve a great amount more than what you could without. I don't care how strong one's mind is, I'll break their body in half without batting an eyelash. So we'll see how strong they are then.

[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.]

[aerialassault]

...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.