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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.]

[Action]

[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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[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.

Don't worry 'bout the definition. 'Cutting' makes the most sense there.

[Drawing energy away from or dispelling it in a different direction, it all amounted to the same outcome.]

It sure sounds like cutting, anyway. Do you, uh...[There was no easy way to word his next question.] What all do you remember?

...Sensations, mostly. I wasn't expecting it and threw up my sword on reflex. [It was stupid to think he could protect himself from it, but reflex and instinct made people do stupid things all the time to try and protect themselves.]

It.... felt kind of like symbology normally does, but stronger... way stronger. [Instead of that slightly electric, warm feeling, it was more of a burning sensation, rising up and making his head feel like it was going to explode in a bloody mess all over the battledome.] Felt like my head was going to explode. It was like I was using myself as a symbol to channel through.

Well, you kinda were.

[The Symbols were inscribed on his very DNA, afterall-- Cliff was inclined to trust the data they had found on Moonbase, after everything they had seen and experienced. There was no reason to believe otherwise.

But, the explanation did offer a few openings for further sessions in the future.]

Yeah... [Fayt did, too, for all it amounted to a verbal one with no real specific details behind it. He almost wished he could get his hands on the raw data of his father's research, see if he could make some sense of it... But he was far from his father's level of understanding in the field.

Still, it was one thing to hear it and another thing to feel it.]

I just hope it doesn't feel like that every time.

Wish I could answer you on that one, Kid. Maria's not exactly one to talk about things that bug her too much.

[She was always so strong in her own right-- it was part of why this was hard, as he had nothing to share.]

But, maybe if we can find a way to do this without you nearly dying on us, we could maybe fix some of that problem too.

Yeah, maybe. [It was the first real progress he'd made... he wasn't going to knock it just because it knocked him flat. It was practically to be expected, after his first experience with it had knocked him out for days.]

I just have to keep trying and see what works. At least I have a lead now.

And that's all we can ask for, too.

[After a year of throwing ideas at a wall to see what stayed and made sense, they finally had something to work with. While there was no way to tell how successful the training with Vegeta was ultimately going to be, it was still more than Cliff had expected after such a short time.]

I've gotta hunch that Vegeta may have already tried everything that he can think of, [Cliff added. It was hard to forget Vegeta's confession of acting like he was prepared to murder his friend for the sake of this.] But, that just means we'll need to be more creative now. It's no biggie. We can work with that.

More creative than making me think he'd murder me? [He'd kind of caught onto that act right before he'd passed out, when Vegeta was yelling at him to stay awake. If he had really been wanting to kill him, he would have just finished him off right there.

But that blast still would have killed him regardless, if it had hit.]

[Cliff scratched his head, thinking over his options. There was no easy way to put this...]

Yeah. He thought that putting you in harm's way might trigger something. I told him not to...but, he clearly didn't listen.

Well it worked. [A shrug, as he leans back in his seat.] We already knew it worked that way, it was a pretty logical leap to make, even if it wasn't exactly the safest.

I know, but that doesn't mean I've gotta agree with it.

[He was your friend, bodyguard, and the fuzzy impulses from that shift still reared up from time to time. The last thing he wanted was to willfully put Fayt or any of his friends in danger.]

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I didn't say I agreed with it, just that it was probably logical to him. [Fayt would prefer not dealing with any more near death experiences, in his opinion.]

We'll figure something out. I might have enough to go on to try something less dangerous now. [Hopefully.]

Let's hope so. I don't wanna think about what he'd come up with on his own after what happened yesterday.

[If the craters in the mountains were any indication, there was little in existance that could stop Vegeta.]

I'm drawing the line at attempted murder. [Blandly said.]

I'm not going to let him try something like that again.

Yea. I'll do what I can on my end too.

[Odds were that they were gonna need to put their heads together for this one...]

It'll work out somehow. [A shrug. He was hopeful about their prospects, now.]

After working this long? Yeah. I'm sure it will.

[They had already reached one goal, after all. It shouldn't be too much harder after this point.]

Yeah. [Man, he was getting hungry....]

And we've got time, too.

You've got that right.

[For as long as they were able to stay in this strange world, they had an infinite amount of time to do as they pleased. And, with luck, their efforts wouldn't be wasted either.

Their food arrived at this point. Two freshly made burgers and two tall glasses of cold beer. Cliff grinned when they were placed on the table.]

But, enough of the heavy talk. We can worry 'bout all that later. Let's just enjoy ourselves tonight.

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