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Post by Casca on May 2, 2019 14:58:46 GMT -6
Stretching her legs as she turned off the alarm clock, the Saiyan rolled out of bed and into the kitchen. At zero five hundred, no one in their right mind would be in the buffet line of the Big Gamble, but that is exactly why she told Flip to meet her there.
Looking at her watch, Casca began to think she might have pushed Flip to hard the other day during training. “Third time this week,” she unmistaken-ly said out loud. In an attempt to provoke some hustle in her friend, who might I tell you volunteered for this. “You know what that means! A hundred push-ups, a hundred sit-ups, and one hundred squats.”
Looking at her watch again, Casca decided to ease up. Flip was more than capable of defending himself. She once witnessed him take on three thugs and incredibly, walk away with a new driver and two cronies. It was like he had a magnet within him, attracting all sorts of diverse and colorful people.
But in all honesty, Flip surprised Casca a number of times during their voyage from Vegeta to Namek already. Remembering a sparring session the other day, she tanked a repeated amount of damage to allow Flip the chance to aim at a moving target. Standing behind what almost resembled a stage, built by Riddley of all people, Casca ran from side to side in an attempt to resemble a live action firefight. Who would of thought it’d be like picking fish from a barrel, the Human not knowing the full extent of his inner Ki and Casca with a swollen shoulder.
Massaging that swollen shoulder, Casca waited for Flip.
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Post by Flip Fortuna on May 2, 2019 15:11:34 GMT -6
Flip's PL: 10,654It was amazing how much Flip had to restock the breakfast buffet once Casca had been taken on board. Sure, he had grown accustomed to the saiyan's legendary appetite during his stay at Vegeta, but it was really showing whenever Casca woke up in the morning. Flip always had to make sure that there was enough for everyone else on the ship when she was done. But, hey, the blue haired saiyan paid for herself in the long run.
Flip ignored the aches in his muscles as he went down to meet her for 'breakfast'. The training the two had been having together had been rather intense, but Flip was finally starting to see results. He couldn't help but smile at the memory of him being able to actually utilize ki for the first time. Sure, more often than not he had to default to his regular weapons and fighting style, but now the ability to actually fire ki blasts was a major improvement. Now he just had to figure out how to fly without using his jet boots. Showing some progress, but not a lot.
He picked up Casca's words as he came down to the buffet. The woman had a tendancy to work him like a dog if he was late. But hey, his body was starting to get used to the workout routine. All the exercise was really helping improve his strength and speed, and with that, his handling of ki. Gotta improve one's body if one's going to use one's energy.
He stepped into the hall, twirling his cane as he noticed Casca rubbing her shoulder. "Was I too rough on you last night?" he joked with a smile. |
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Post by Casca on May 2, 2019 16:27:15 GMT -6
Gently punching Flip in the shoulder, Casca raised her dukes. “Okay, you think this is real. I see you brought your PL with you this morning,” Casca indicated. Seeing Flip's PL, Casca knew he was quiet a bit stronger than she remembered, the Saiyan rotated her head in all directions, both counter and clockwise, to get a good stretch before shuffling her feet like a prize fighter.
Rotating around Flip’s left, Casca swung her right arm around in a circle while extending a feeler arm. “So, what do you say to me running with you during your warm up. This body doesn’t take care of itself,” the Saiyan paused to allow the noises from her stomach to subside. Burping, she continued, “Come on, I know where Keech keeps the good stuff.”
Wind milling her arms a couple more times for good luck, Casca sprinted ahead hoping the Dandyman had enough energy this morning to catch up.
Starting slow, the young woman cruised down the lanes of the extravagant hall. Weaving between tables, Casca instructed Flip to catch up, if not take the lead because he ran the same stretch of the Big Gamble everyday.
Choosing to challenge her friend, Casca took three big bounds before taking to the air. Flying to the heights of the hall, the Saiyan showed off by doing aerial summersaults while remaining in the lead. Yawning, Casca touched down at the finish line. “Two minutes, a world record. Which world though, I don't,” she questioned, thinking Flip was behind her, "know." After checking her pulse against her watch, Casca looked up to scan the cafeteria for her padawan in training.
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Post by Flip Fortuna on May 3, 2019 8:23:06 GMT -6
Flip couldn't help but smirk. He had definitely improved since he had started training under Casca. In fact, Flip wondered if he was actually stronger than her. But really, it wasn't strength training that interested Flip, but training in skill. And so far, it had been paying off. When she volunteered to run with him, he couldn't help but smirk and nod. He kept this little bit of information to himself, but Casca did take good care of herself. Really easy on the eyes. And the way she carried herself. Flip always liked confident women. "Be my guest," he said with a smile.
And then, she took off running. It took Flip a fraction of a second to realize what happened before he took off after her. Fortunately, all that physical exercise was paying off, as he was finding himself closing the distance between her. Though while she darted and weaved around tables, Flip launched himself over them. The shortest route between point A and point B. While he wasn't taking off into the air, it was giving him a little boost and improving his jumping and mobility. He was trying to resist the urge to fire up his rocket boots to catch up with her. This was to ensure he didn't need to rely on his tools as much as he was.
During this little race, a number of Flip's employees had come down to watch. It had become a small bit of sport, watching the pair of them sparring and working out together. Flip had even heard some rumours that people were placing bets on them. He really needed to look into that. Granted, this WAS a casino after all. Gambling here was the norm.
And then, Casca took to the air, flipping herself around in the air, just to show off. Flip's expression twisted into one of amused annoyance, as he dashed for the finish line. However, due to the lead Casca had, she managed to land and cross just before he did. A world record, apparently. "I'd say that's a Big Gamble record," Flip replied with a small smirk. He was now more motivated to master flight than ever, just so he could catch her and tackle her if she tried showing off that stuff again.
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Post by Casca on May 3, 2019 15:28:26 GMT -6
Thread PL: 8,000
Motioning with her head for Flip to follow, Casca made her way to Keech’s office. An exception to the rule, Keech was not an early bird. And he doesn’t like worms, or at least the kind you’re thinking about. Summoning Flip to watch, Casca used her high level in safe cracking to unlock Keech’s door. “ See, the trick is leverage. A hold here, a wiggle there,” the door’s handle clicked, “ and you see! Voila,” she announced while pushing open the door. After taking a quick preliminary scan of the office, Casca made a bee line straight for the good stuff. Several shots later ... Ripping a swig from a fresh bottle of Earthling whiskey, aka the best whiskey in the galaxy, and wiping her mouth on her sweatshirt sleeve, Casca announced out loud, “ Your boy’s got good taste in dranks.” She lifted her own personal bottle to Flip. “ As strange as it might be, drinking at zero five thirty, it leaves the rest of your day to get somethings done. Amm I right,” Casca slurred as she asked her training partner. “ Sure, the day starts kinda rough. But I mean, that’s why you go to sleep.” She slipped off Keech’s desk and laughed. “ And wake up again!” Casca laughed again as she waited for Flip to help her up. Assuming he did, the Saiyan finished the bottle and mischieviously refilled it with water before putting it back where she found it. “ Speaking of wakin up, I think it’s about time for your wake up call soldier!” Slipping back into her Special Forces routine, Casca saluted Flip. “ I will now demonstrate the wicked fun martial art of the Drunken Fist,” she expressed as she entered the traditional crane pose. Casca held her hands over her head while preparing to dish out punishment to the likes the Dandyman had never seen. “ Hit me with your best shot,” she said, slightly gesturing with her raised foot to bring it on! |
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Post by Flip Fortuna on May 4, 2019 9:21:52 GMT -6
Flip quietly followed Casca down to Keech's office, and watched as she picked the lock of the door. You know, she didn't NEED to break into his office like that. Flip had a key. It was his ship after all. Still, let her have her fun. It would be good practice for when she REALLY needed to break into something. Once she had gotten the door open, the pair entered the office and she made a beeline for the whiskey Keech kept. Flip made a mental note to reimburse the man afterwards.
Some time later, Casca was effectively smashed, and already finishing up a bottle of whisky. Props to her for being able to withstand an entire bottle of the stuff, but it was clear she was drunk now. Meanwhile, Flip had been more careful with his drinks. A little helped warm the blood, but getting yourself completely shitfaced didn't help you in the long run. Case in point, when Casca slid off of Keech's desk, giggling. Flip walked over to help the saiyeness up as she tried to cover her little theft.
And then, came the time for some proper training. He was a little surprised she wanted to spar, right here, in Keech's office, but hey, she was drunk. What did you expect. Flip gave a small smirk as he slipped into a combat stance. Funny how the drunken fist style looked like the crane style. Again, drunk. Your mind does funny things.
"As you wish," Flip chuckled, before suddenly shooting towards her. He figured what she would do, and was prepared to bring an arm down to block the upcoming kick. With his free hand, he shot out to deliver a jab straight into her sternum.
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Post by Casca on May 5, 2019 10:10:12 GMT -6
The ancient Kung Foo style known as the Drunken Fist was as much a martial art as it was theater. Albeit a funny name, a clever practitioner of this martial art can disguise her or his technique to parallel that of someone who may have overindulged. Stumbling, staggering, wobbling, and talking to themselves; the physical distractions were the key to creating openings in an opponent’s defense. The user of the Kung Foo style would allow their adversary to assume they were either drunk when they were not or hammered when they can actually hold their whiskey very well, as in the case with Casca’s. Holding a ridiculous pose, that somehow Flip knew wasn’t really apart of this Kung Foo’s dedicated move sets, Casca allowed her body to relax. Using the recommended hand posture, the “cup holding fist”, the Saiyan allowed her inner actor to make an appearance. The Saiyan closed her eyes, her body beginning to shift and sway as part of her performance. “ I might need to switch to tequila, another one of the best things on Earth. De mayo,” she questioned as she tried to steer his attention away from her flying kick! Unsuccessful, Flip must have seen the attack coming, which was the point, and countered with one of his own. Seeing her window of opportunity to defend diminish as the human’s fist entered her radius, Casca went with the flow. Adjusting where the path of travel would intercept with her sternum, she instead allowed it to knick off of her right shoulder. Casca spun in the direction of Flip's attack, gaining an increase in acceleration from his hit. Flowing with the movement, Casca attempted a closed fist backhand to the side of Flip's face. Most likely seeing that one coming, Casca continued to spin while staggering relentlessly as if she was really drunk. After the second time around, the Saiyan stooped low and bent over backwards, planted an arm into the ground. Swinging her lower body around, she tried to breakdance kick Flip. Assuming he’d also see that one coming, Casca added a tumbling summersault into an uppercut, aiming for his gut. “ I’ll get you, my pretty,” Casca randomly said while staggering back a meter or two. “ And your little bird too!” Casca acting seemed to be on full display, maybe a little bit enhanced by being drunker than she thought. |
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Post by Flip Fortuna on May 6, 2019 10:37:06 GMT -6
Flip had to admit, whether she was actually drunk or not, Casca was really good at rolling with the punches. As Flip's blow to her sternum ended up grazing he shoulder, he quickly brought his arm up to block the backhand coming right for his face. Not a bad move, if Flip hadn't seen such a technique before. And then she dropped, and Flip decided to drop along with her. The end result was kick she was trying ended up going over Flip's head, as Flip brought his cane out to hook around one of her hands supporting her weight, trying to yank it out from underneath her. He had to admit, her recovery was impressive, as she flipped away, Flip rolling back to avoid the uppercut and springing back to her feet. He honestly couldn't tell for sure whether she truly was drunk, or was merely acting. Or some blend of the two.
"Why thank you," Flip said with a smirk at her comment, "Nice to hear a lovely lady think I'm attractive." He brought up his cane, before pausing and thinking otherwise. Sure, he COULD fire it at her. But that would defeat the point of this training, now wouldn't it? With a smirk, he thrust out his other hand, concentrating in forming ki in his palm, before firing a rough blast right at Casca. He was going to show her that this training had certainly paid off.
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Post by Casca on May 6, 2019 14:45:51 GMT -6
“Okay, say hello to my ‘lil friend,” Casca said from a crouching position, beginning to prime her left arm with Ki. Thinking she didn’t want to hurt Flip but also didn’t want to insult anyone, the Saiyan chose to throw her attack with her non-dominant arm. Her left.
Springing forth, the Saiyan began the mantra. “Dragggoonnnn,” Casca called in warning as her left arm began to radiate with golden Ki. She got as far as, “Fff—,” when she slipped on a bottle or maybe using a different arm threw her off, but she dropped her concentration. The woman’s arm pulsed as the pent-up power within it begged to be used.
Having to change tactics at the last moment, Casca tried to take on Flip’s supercharged attack head-on. “Remind me after this, there’s no more Kung Foo wit chu,” she said as the blast rocketed into her with the force of a meteor. Struggling to repel the attack, the Saiyan’s feet slid across the floor as she held on for dear life.
Eventually crashing through Keech’s office window, Casca connected with the outer hall. “When did he learn the piercing variant,” she commented as she was grounded into the ship.
Realizing this was quickly becoming a problem, the Saiyan tried to get the attack to submit. Bracing her hands to the ship’s hall, she called for her friend’s help. “What the hell, Flip! Help me,” she screamed as the wall gave way and she was pulled into the vacuum of space.
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Post by Flip Fortuna on May 6, 2019 15:00:22 GMT -6
It was almost funny, when she slipped on the bottle and ended up flat on her back, taking the ki blast point blank. Really, it wasn't anything big, or at least, it wasn't intended to be anything big. Just a simple blast. But it seemed that Flip had put more power into the attack than he realized, as the ki blast slammed straight into her, forcing her through the room and up against the outer hull. And Flip's eyes widened in horror as the hull gave out, causing Casca to fly screaming back into space. "Casca!" Flip cried out, suddenly shooting towards her. He wasn't thinking. He only wanted to save her, despite the fact that he was effectively flying out into SPACE. He didn't even notice his feet had left the ground as he pushed himself onward, pushing himself into the inky black void and reaching out to catch the saiyan woman by the arm. Pulling her close, Flip spun around in the vacuum, trying his damnest to hold his breath as he tried to push himself back towards the hole in the ship. He overcompensated, launching the pair of them like a rocket through the hole, shooting back into Keech's office and then flying through the door. The door in question slammed shut, cutting off the breached area, as Flip fell to the floor, still holding Casca tightly. He could only make out alarms from the ship, signifying the breech. "Are...you...ok?" Flip panted, catching his breath. Casca |
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Post by Casca on May 6, 2019 15:45:47 GMT -6
“ Flip,” Casca screamed as she tried to hold on to whatever she could to avoid being sucked into the abyss known as space. Feeling its vacuum beginning to pull her apart, Casca turned to see the emptiness, pure darkness, of space. The Saiyan’s stomach turned, as she saw nothing, nothing stopping her from forever floating in the boundlessness of space. Trying to stop her self from having a freakin’ meltdown, she focused on what she could control. Watching Flip launch himself through Keech’s office brought life back to Casca’s now freezing body. She reached out as if it would do any good, vision failing as her life force began to flicker. Trying to speak, her throat remained closed as she already spent most of her oxygen trying to prevent just this! Seeing the black invade her vision as she drifted around the fine line of remaining conscious, Casca did what she did best. Hoping Flip would soon catch her, Casca turned once again to face the forever-continuing dark plane. How could this have happened, Casca kept asking herself as she drifted alone with her eyes shut. “ Dragon,” she said much more somberly than before. Flip reached. She finished, “ Fist!” Flip pulled Casca in as she punched space, allowing the pent up power in her arm to finally escape its confines. A small golden Dragon wisped away from the girl, providing the needed thrust for Flip’s return flight. Waking up to alarms, Flip asked Casca if she was okay. She answered truthfully, “ Are we there yet?”
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Post by Flip Fortuna on May 6, 2019 15:59:13 GMT -6
A smile of relief spread across Flip's face at Casca's response. She would be fine, though he figured she should probably chill out in the infirmary for a little bit. "We'll be there soon enough," he said, before there was the footsteps of several figures approaching them. As Flip turned, he saw a number of his security personnel, as well as Riddley and Keech, approaching them. "Sir!" Keech spoke out in worry, "Are you ok? What happened?"
Flip glanced at the door to Keech's office before looking back at the bird zoanthrope. "A little training accident, but everyone's ok. We'll make repairs when we arrive at Namek." Keech paused and blinked. "Why...were you two training in my office?"
Flip ignored the question as he stood up, holding Casca in his arms as he turned to Riddley and the security personnel. "Make sure that Casca is taken to sickbay, and make sure she's in good health." The security nodded as Flip gently turned Casca over to them, who helped keep her upright. Flip then turned his attention back to Keech. "I'll set you up in one of the suites until we can get your office repaired."
"Well, thank you, but why were you two there to begin with?"
"Drinking."
"Drinking? And drinking involved blowing a hole in my office!?"
"Yes."
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