Tending to Ancestral Roots Apr 12, 2020 11:27:07 GMT -6
Post by Laverna on Apr 12, 2020 11:27:07 GMT -6
So far, her time spent on Earth had been... less than ideal. The hybrid ghost buster's duty was to wrangle any escaped spirits and deliver them back to Otherworld, and while she was good at her job, there had been certain setbacks that weighed heavily on her mind. The bruise dealt to her pride by the undead Namekian the week prior still stung, and it was difficult not to think about how utterly she had failed.
And, how sorely she had been beaten.
In the wilderness of the West, far removed from civilization, Laverna had set up camp where it would be difficult for one to simply find her by accident. A small tent had been set up by the unlit fire, and a purple scooter sat at rest nearby. Several changes of clothes and a collection of creature comforts lay inside the tent, but their owner was not at her camp now.
Several hundred yards away, the woman continued her training. Dressed in a set of white shorts and tank top, the latter of which was clearly printed with the letters "H E L L" on its front, she grunted and growled at the effort of carrying the large boulder that rest upon her back; even her tail helped to keep it steady when her arms were not enough. Sweat beaded her reddened skin, and made her purple hair to cling to her brow, neck and shoulders.
This was only the usual uniform of one who's duty it was to police the souls of the Otherworld, however. What struck out was the watch worn on her wrist, and one that radiated magic that made her task all the more difficult and intense. She had been skeptical of its purpose at first, but now that she was here -now that she was feeling its power, she understood all too well. The device increased gravity's effects on her body, rendering something so simple a task as carrying a boulder as nigh impossible when she'd first attempted it.
"RaaaAGHh!" Her growl built in her throat, and she yelled at the effort of setting the massive rock down on the soft grass beside her. Her breaths came labored, but in only seconds, she was able to control and contain them. The sore ache in her body, even, was quick to dissipate with only a short rest.
Even so, she felt oddly excited to resume, despite knowing she might hurt herself if she didn't take a brief few moments to recover first. Her brown eyes slowly lifted up to the sight of the rising, waning moon just above the horizon. Night would be upon her soon, she thought.
After taking a deep breath, Laverna returned to her camp to start the fire. She had brought several days' worth of food with her, but now, worked up as she was and underneath the gaze of such a beautiful moon, she felt like having something more... fresh. She shrugged at such a feeling, and directed a small bolt of her own life force from her fingertip and into the heart of what would soon be a roaring campfire.
Laverna's base PL is 15,174. Her Saiyan Ferocity (x3/x2T) is inactive.
Gravity Device (x10) is in effect.
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