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.]
[Action]
[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.]
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.]
[Action]
[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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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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What? You make it sound like you miss having someone try to fight you all the time!
[And, knowing what he did of Saiyans, Cliff was willing to bet that he wasn't too far off on his guess. After all, he knows he missed delivering a good, old-fashioned beatdown himself.]
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What's with the look anyway? I thought for a sec that the Malnosso were screwing with you.
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[He is SO smug.]
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[You just looked a tad hairy in his opinion, not that he would dare to voice something like that. Why would the universe make the strongest form of a race of super powered fighters something so....so....hairy?]
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So what is it that you wanted, just to try to blast me or what? I see you've finally taken the time to apply yourself and use that technique. Took you long enough.
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[Really, calling Vegeta out just to be a target for him to practice with had been his entire intent. Not that he was going to admit that now.
He huffed, folded his arms.]
It ain't as big a deal as you're makin' it. I had other things to work out too, yanno!
[Like maneuvering with a major blind spot, for one.]
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[Yeah he hasn't forgotten that Cliff died because of him.]
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We both know the Malnosso ain't paying anyone any good money unless you do something for them personally, [He said, testy.] And this has been good training for me anyway. I needed to refresh myself on the basics after going so long off the field.
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Have you been healed yet or what?