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007 [Action/Audio]
Aug. 25th, 2014 09:09 pm( Cut for Introspection )
[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] )
[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.]
[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] )
[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.]
