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004 [voice/video/action]

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...Vacations are funny, aren't they? If they last long enough, they can start to get kinda boring.

[The commentary filtered through the pages of the journal system around midday, as if it was just a part of a conversation between two individuals instead of a public address. Cliff's tone was as relaxed and casual as always, for those who knew him. There was a faint hum in the otherwise quiet background.]

I mean, the downtime is nice, but I'm kinda tired of it-- which should answer any questions about 'why' and what not, so don't bother askin'.

The name's Cliff Fittir, if any of you here don't know, and I figured I'd offer my services. If any of you want a sparring partner, trainer, teacher or whatever, I'm available. Just say something if you're interested.

And if you're not...then could ya tell me what this cool thing is?

[He flipped the video on at this point, revealing a small circular device methodically rolling across the carpet.]

I've got an idea already, which brings me to Question Two: Is there a way to get good tech supplies without needing to go outside?

[He ends the feed at that, but will be prompt with replies.]

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[Cliff set off about town, looking for the aforementioned tech supplies so he could properly play with his new toy, though he would be keeping his eyes and ears alert for any of his friends and students to check up on. After a several week absence followed by a Shift that had made him appear as a young woman, there hadn't been much chance to see his people without having to answer more questions than he wanted. Furthermore, there were people that he met during that Shift that he wanted to clear things up with, one way or another.

However, he had plans for that evening...]

[Action: Private for Fayt Leingod]

Yo. You better have some free time tonight.

[He had questions...but, more importantly, he had plans for both of them.]

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[Fayt suspected something of the same. Glancing at the ring once more, he slips it in his pocket for safekeeping. No point in wearing it when he wasn't going to use it more right now.]

Same here. Let's just call it luck and be glad for it, yeah? [If it really was bribery, they must think they were pretty simple minded.]

[He laughed softly.]

Hah. Yeah, let's.

[They couldn't control the things that happened by luck, so there was no point in worrying over it.

A few more steps in the cold night brought them to the plaza, and that much closer to their destination.]

...Man. They better have something good and hot on the menu tonight.

Man, a hot meal would be nice. [And he was getting really hungry. He'd planned a late dinner to begin with, but this? This was a heck of a lot better. He shoves both his hands into his pockets again in an effort to keep them warm.]

I was just going to have a sandwich before, but this is definitely the better plan.

No work and no cleanup.

[It was a good excuse to just relax and talk, possibly touch base over a few drinks... Just like old times, in a way.]

But, I've gotta say, it's a shame that you-know-who's still bothered by all that. Would'a been a nice change to have him around for once.

[Yeah, it would have been, but....

He really needed to talk to Albel. This whole avoidance game had gone on way too long for Fayt's tastes, and if he was being honest, it was worrying. It was his first real 'uncomfortable' shift, and the reaction certainly didn't bode well for the future.] He'll get over it eventually. If not, I'll see about talking to him.

But hey, he snoozes he loses, right? Maybe we can all go together another time.

[Albel would have to adapt or they would all be miserable-- that was the bottom line, in Cliff's eyes, but he knew that there was no rushing Albel the Wicked of the Black Brigade.]

Yeah, maybe. For all we know, he's gonna find out 'bout this and throw a fit at us-- and that'll show him for moping for too long.

[He cracked a grin, clearly enjoying his own joke.]

[Fayt lets out a short laugh, returning that grin with one of his own.] And then he'll sulk more because we didn't take him?

Yep, because that guy doesn't even need a reason for it.

[Cliff wasn't complaining about it either-- a part of him was grateful that Luceti hadn't changed any of them too drastically yet. Then again, there was always reason to be grateful for ~~relatively~~ peaceful times.]

That's true enough. [That grin grows. Even if they were stuck here for another year, Fayt had already decided that he wasn't going to let this place tear him up much. They'd find a way out eventually... but for now? They'd manage. It was really kind of pleasant here, shifts aside.]

[Cliff could handle mostly pleasant. It had it's merits, and he planned to enjoy those for as long as they could.]

Welp, [he said, slowing down as they came upon Good Spirits.] we're here. You ready to go break a few laws?

[That gets yet another snort of laughter from Fayt.] Think it's a little too late for that. Breaking a few more won't hurt at this point.

[He's pretty sure they've broken at least two dozen federation laws, Drinking underage is hardly a drop in the bucket.]

Edited 2014-01-17 02:58 (UTC)

[Interfering with the affairs of an underdeveloped planet and forcing First Contact was enough to get them a massive sentence, if the Federation was still functioning by the time everything in 4D space resolved. Not that Cliff cared, given the situation that had caused it.]

Just wanted to check what you're up for. I ain't gonna push you or anything on this one.

[Not to mention he's pretty sure blowing up that Vendeeni battleship could have been labeled an act of war easily.] Hey, I already said I was, didn't I? Don't have to ask me twice.

Well alright, then.

[Cliff led the way inside, holding the door open for Fayt before finding them a comfy spot to sit that happened to have a little discretion. While this was a celebration of sorts, Cliff had a hunch other topics would pop up.]

There's nothing too fancy on the menu here, but what we've got is top notch. [He passed a menu over to Fayt as he spoke.] I'm sure you'll find something you like.

[Fayt follows Cliff over to their seats, sitting down and taking the menu in hand. It didn't have much, true, but a good hamburger is always nice, and he's quick to decide on that.

The drinks, however...] Uh... I don't really know what kind of alcoholic drinks taste good. Mind helping me out?

[Cliff peered up from examining his menu, having also decided on burger just because there was nothing quite like good old pub food.]

There's a lot to pick from, but we're not gonna know what you like until we try something. Let's just start off with a couple beers and see how it goes?

Beer? Sounds like a good place to start. [As far as he knew anyway. He was going to let Cliff guide him on this. He also decides to order a soda to go along with his meal, just in case he needed to wash down anything he didn't like all that much.]

[Soda was a good back up plan-- smart, too. Cliff ordered his own meal and kicked back, stretching his arms out in the space that they had before settling comfortably in his chair.]

Always is. There's no reason to overdo anything right now...but, enough of that.

[Sobering, he leveled his gaze on Fayt.]

How are ya doing today? You had me a little worried there, the other night.

[Fayt falls silent for a moment, before setting his menu down and looking up at Cliff with a considering look. He never did explain what went down with him and Vegeta, did he...?]

Sorry about that. I would have explained more, but I was nearly asleep on my feet that night. But aside from being a bit sore, I'm fine now. [Sore and with a few small injuries, but it was no big deal. A little symbology everyday was healing them right up.]

[Given what he learned of Vegeta's point of view ~~and his subsequent scrubbing of the data on file~~, Cliff suspected that 'a bit sore' was an understatement. His own haphazard spars with Vegeta left him with more bruises than he cared to count, and that wasn't even factoring in the times that the Saiyan rained blasts of pure ki upon him.]

It's fine. You had your reasons. [And they were very good ones too.] It's just been a long time since any of us were beat up like that. I was wondering if he was going too far.

'Too far' might have been just far enough, actually. [Oh, he knew what Vegeta had done had been too far. If that blast had hit him, he wouldn't be sitting here right now, talking with Cliff. He rests his chin in a hand, silent for a moment before he speaks, voice quiet.]

I think I called my power that time. But I channeled it through my sword.

[Blink. Half of that information was a surprise to him even with his investigations.]

...You did, huh?

[It made sense, in a way. Fayt's destructive powers were beyond anything he could imagine, but he was still a realistic and responsible guy. Of course he would end up using his sword for this.]

Yeah... I'm pretty sure, anyway, even if it wasn't like what you told me happened before. It wasn't normal symbology. [He hadn't drawn a symbol, for one. He specifically remembered the odd sensation of channeling the energy through his own body entirely, even if it was only for a few moments.]

I'm pretty sure normal symbology can't cut one of Vegeta's energy blasts in half. [And it hadn't felt exactly the same as when he imbued his sword with symbological power normally, but it was close enough in some ways.]

[It had just been a very baseline explanation, using terms that that he knew were easy enough to understand and not loaded with his own opinions. Symbols weren't involved in the traditional sense, but the power of them was invoked purely on instinct. To use it actively and cut something like that...]

Holy crap, man. You cut them?

[He hadn't realized that anything could. Those blasts were immense, and the ones Cliff had faced were mild.]

....Yeah. [It had felt less like cutting and more like it had dissipated some of the energy in the path of the blade, almost. Just enough for the blast to not kill him.

...He still wasn't sure. His voice is quiet, pensive when he tries to describe it.]

I don't think I cut it... not in the physical sense. It just... pulled energy away from it, somehow....? It's hard to describe.

[He'd only had a few seconds to try to focus on what he felt before passing out. The second he'd done it his head felt like it was going to explode.] But it exploded around me, not on me.

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