Cliff Fittir (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
aerialassault) wrote2014-08-25 09:09 pm
aerialassault) wrote2014-08-25 09:09 pm
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007 [Action/Audio]
[...It had started off small. A flash here or there in middle of the night, an awareness that made his heart dance and his blood run cold. Sleep always evaded him after that, leaving him to fiddle away with his hands on his small robotic vacuum until the golden rays of dawn peeked through the apartment windows. His mind would settle down after the sun arose, and he could always go about his day like nothing was wrong at all.
But, like all things, it grew. The sporadic flashes in the night grew into haunting images that stuck in his craw and nagged him to a point of annoyed frustration. They were sometimes grim recollections of the chaos that was the battleground in Zompania. Othertimes he was in that run down building with Fayt again, injured and outnumbered-- that spear still left him reeling with a white-hot rage--
--And then there was that eerie sense again. An instinctive, almost animalistic awareness of a threat that at once unnerved him and pissed him off. It was that thing that existed in a space he couldn't reach, something that could hurt him and everything he loved....and something that he couldn't even touch.
Sleep never returned on those nights, but his engineering projects just weren't enough to soothe his boiling temper.]
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[The Battle Dome had become his friend. It was the most high-tech spot in Luceti, and it was always open. He could slip out of his apartment and work out his frustrations in the hours before dawn without disturbing anyone else...and, that was just fine by him.
He had work to do anyway. The battle at Zompania had forced him to pay a price and, while he knew there were worse fates, this one was still damn annoying.
The program that he used in the simulation chambers was deceptively simple to the inexperienced observer. It was a series of targets that he had set up around the stark room, at randomized intervals along the walls and ceilings. It looked almost like a firing range in many respects, except it was clear that they weren't used for any ordinary firearm.
...or anything ordinary for that matter.
Anyone who happened to be wandering through early that morning would find a ragged, sweating Cliff in one of these simulations-- clearly, he had been in there for a while. The broad grin and wild look of glee in his eyes made it doubly clear tht he had accomplished something.
Surely, it had nothing to do with all of the noise that had been coming from that simulation room during that time. The ricochets of energy bouncing off the metallic walls and his own cries of frustration or whoop of glee had nothing to do with any of this.
Nope. Not at all.]
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Yo. It's me. Can ya meet me at the Dome....say, sometime before noon? It's been a while since we beat eachother up.
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...back where I'm from, the quiet was always sort of a bad thing to hear in the middle of the night. It meant that you were having mechanical trouble, and that was usually a Big Deal if ya understand that sorta thing. Sleeping planetside was never a problem though-- there's always something outside making some kinda sound, and normally you just...I dunno. Sleep.
All you guys who've been doing this thing for a while....well. How do ya handle it? I've been working on a few projects myself, but those are gonna run dry pretty soon at this rate.
[Then, softer and mostly to himself:] --can't keep sittin' around like this--
[The feed clicked off as abruptly as it began, as if the whole question were an afterthought, meant to be forgotten.
Cliff doesn't do talking well.
Other early risers can find him hanging around the plaza that morning, nursing a cup of coffee as he made plans for the rest of his day. Time waits for no one, after all, even if the progress hear could amount to nothing at the end.]
But, like all things, it grew. The sporadic flashes in the night grew into haunting images that stuck in his craw and nagged him to a point of annoyed frustration. They were sometimes grim recollections of the chaos that was the battleground in Zompania. Othertimes he was in that run down building with Fayt again, injured and outnumbered-- that spear still left him reeling with a white-hot rage--
--And then there was that eerie sense again. An instinctive, almost animalistic awareness of a threat that at once unnerved him and pissed him off. It was that thing that existed in a space he couldn't reach, something that could hurt him and everything he loved....and something that he couldn't even touch.
Sleep never returned on those nights, but his engineering projects just weren't enough to soothe his boiling temper.]
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[The Battle Dome had become his friend. It was the most high-tech spot in Luceti, and it was always open. He could slip out of his apartment and work out his frustrations in the hours before dawn without disturbing anyone else...and, that was just fine by him.
He had work to do anyway. The battle at Zompania had forced him to pay a price and, while he knew there were worse fates, this one was still damn annoying.
The program that he used in the simulation chambers was deceptively simple to the inexperienced observer. It was a series of targets that he had set up around the stark room, at randomized intervals along the walls and ceilings. It looked almost like a firing range in many respects, except it was clear that they weren't used for any ordinary firearm.
...or anything ordinary for that matter.
Anyone who happened to be wandering through early that morning would find a ragged, sweating Cliff in one of these simulations-- clearly, he had been in there for a while. The broad grin and wild look of glee in his eyes made it doubly clear tht he had accomplished something.
Surely, it had nothing to do with all of the noise that had been coming from that simulation room during that time. The ricochets of energy bouncing off the metallic walls and his own cries of frustration or whoop of glee had nothing to do with any of this.
Nope. Not at all.]
[Audio: Private to Vegeta]
Yo. It's me. Can ya meet me at the Dome....say, sometime before noon? It's been a while since we beat eachother up.
[Audio: Open to All]
...back where I'm from, the quiet was always sort of a bad thing to hear in the middle of the night. It meant that you were having mechanical trouble, and that was usually a Big Deal if ya understand that sorta thing. Sleeping planetside was never a problem though-- there's always something outside making some kinda sound, and normally you just...I dunno. Sleep.
All you guys who've been doing this thing for a while....well. How do ya handle it? I've been working on a few projects myself, but those are gonna run dry pretty soon at this rate.
[Then, softer and mostly to himself:] --can't keep sittin' around like this--
[The feed clicked off as abruptly as it began, as if the whole question were an afterthought, meant to be forgotten.
Cliff doesn't do talking well.
Other early risers can find him hanging around the plaza that morning, nursing a cup of coffee as he made plans for the rest of his day. Time waits for no one, after all, even if the progress hear could amount to nothing at the end.]
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But she too, meanders by the coffee place before finding him. Taking a sip, she sits down next to him on his good side and nudges him with an elbow.]
Are you having trouble sleeping? Or...are you just bored?
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Little bit of column A and a little bit of column B. It's kinda annoying, and I'm running outta things to do.
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[There's a note of amusement there, but also sympathy.]
Honestly, if it wasn't for the shrine, I'd be in a similar position.
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I'm already here, what do you want.
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Even with his (slightly) greater height, Vegeta was still far shorter than Cliff.
The Klausian was wearing a tank top and jeans, his now-shaggy blond hair was tied back into a messy tail, and he wore a plain patch over his bad eye just to cut out the distractions....but, that grin he had on his face should have been all too familiar.]
I want you to keep your head up!
[He said, calling up his ki in his hand like he had just a few moments before. Focusing it into a beam was hard, but the frustrations from the last several weeks had given him a way to make time and focus. He had found a certain clariy in those moments-- and, he thought he could see a few of the pieces he was missing in his own training, including a few that had made mastering all of his teacher's techniques nigh impossible for years.
It just took clarity, and not getting washed away in the flood.
After a moment he fired-- and, for once, it wasn't so much that he was hurling a mass of energy but condencing it into a beam--
Right at Vegeta.
Don't worry. It's not that strong yet. The Saiyan would probably laugh at it.]
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You've got a lot of nerve to pull a stunt like that. It's about time.
[About time he learned that technique geez]
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Hearing this just confirms otherwise, though.] I take walks, or I try to wear myself out with a run. Depends on my mood.
[And what was keeping him up at night.]
Having trouble sleeping?
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[He never considered himself a man with too many worries, but those dreams...]
It's the same with you, right?
[Because he, too, had noticed Fayt coming and going in the wee hours of the night, but had chosen not to pursue. Each man dealt with their problems in their own way, and Luceti was still far safer than the wild paths through Aeriglyph territory that they had traversed through.]
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That's why I run. I just make it so my body has to sleep, you know?
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[Too bad he doesn't care and is happy to join in the mocking of himself.]
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To be honest, I've spent more time planet-side, but I've always slept better when I'm in space.
[Especially after Alderaan. And she usually only sleeps through the full night if she's with Han.]
Since I've gotten here, I spend a lot of time researching both this world and those that the others are from. It helps.
[She's no engineer after all.]
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...not that it mattered. He was just a rough and tumble kind of guy.]
Eh. Maybe for you. I've been here for about a year and a half now and, lemme tell ya, reading gets old pretty quickly if it's not your first choice of hobbies to begin with.
[He sighed.]
I can't help but think we need a basketball team here for something, even if it's just an excuse to kick the bullshit, yanno?
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Besides, the more natural men are far easier to relate to in her opinion. They're more likely to be honest.]
I do find reading to be tedious sometimes and it is something I enjoy.
Although, I can't say I'd be averse to a basketball team either. It would be sn excellent way to blow off steam.
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I probably spend most of my time reading. I'm sure I've read entire sections of the library by now.
Recently, I've also taken to running on nights when I... when I can't sleep. It doesn't really help me fall asleep afterwards, but it's something to do when I can't quite focus enough to read.
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Eh. I tried the library for a while, but books were never really my thing. I'm a movie kinda guy, but most of the stuff we've got here is from 20th Century Earth.
...Uh. That's ancient history of a world that's not really on great terms with my people, if you wanted context.
[Translation: He's not really interested in the misadventures of Earthling Teens from the 1980s. Even if Ferris Bueller has one helluva Day Off.
He continued, on a more serious note.]
You taking your time and being careful when you're running at night? The light's not the best 'round here, and it's a lot easier to get lost.
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[Which means they're pretty much always enjoyable to him regardless of the content, seeing as he still doesn't even really understand how they work.]
And I don't think I have to worry about getting lost. I always stick to the paths around the village, and I would think after four years here I've come to remember them pretty well.
[But that's not to say he's being careful in other regards whenever he's out running. He doesn't exactly pace himself at all, and replacing sleep with lots of physical activity isn't very good for him in the long run.]
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We go insane.
Or learn new hobbies.
Either or.
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[Deadpan. He loves you, Souji, but he was actually being serious for once.]
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[He shrugs a little and pauses before continuing, the glib tone flattening a little.]
The night isn't being kind to you, is it.
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[Action Battledome]
Long standing habit plus the new aching pain had driven Evan from his bed early each day, and over to the battle dome. He wasn't the only early riser or haunter of the battle dome, but Evan generally skulked around, messing with the computers rather than training, which most of the early risers seemed to do. He wasn't quite up to training just yet.
So, he had heard the strange sounds coming from one of the training rooms, but had ignored it for a while. But only a little while. Once the sounds wound down Evan poked checked it out. There was a man who looked very pleased with what he had accomplished.]
Had fun?
[It sure looked the guy had had fun.]
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Loads. We'd best be glad that this was just a sim too. No repair expenses.
[He jerked a thumb over his shoulder at the simulation he was just exiting. Several of the targets were lying in broken heaps on the floor...and was that a dent in the wall?]
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But if you're bored... Hmm. Guess that depends on how you like to spend your time. Could always pick up a book. Or ten.
[But that'd really only work if he liked reading. Some people can't stand it, which narrows the list down by a lot.
Not that it wasn't already short to begin with.]
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[Not that he was a reader who knew the difference. Half the time he picked a book out because he liked the cover.]
And I've thought bout going on a few outings for those guys and getting myself a piece of tech...but, to what end? Do we even have any radio stations out here?
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