Post by Dion on Apr 22, 2020 1:39:32 GMT -6
Ah, the Gizard wastelands. A place where many a legendary battle have been fought, with some holding even the very fate of the planet's future within it's grasp. But today, it simply was another area for Dion to train within. He found it incredibly odd how he, or anyone else that he had come to know barely used such an iconic area to train within. Mostly it was either mountains, or desert dunes, and seeing as he's had his fill of mountaintop training for at least the next couple months, and he already trained within a desert not so long ago and nearly fell to what his own imagination had wrought upon him, Dion thought it'd be best to choose a simpler location for now. And so, he found himself back in the Gizard wastelands for the second time. The first time he had come here he had attempted to test out Super Saiyan in an isolated area- seeing as he lacked a bit of Ki control within the elevated state that he was sure he could work out the kinks in. In fact, that was how he supposed he could break through to the next level he had yet to reach or scratch the surface of. But again, this was all conjecture and assumption, nothing that he could prove without either hearing it from someone else or proving it in action himself.
And seeing as there weren't many others he knew or trusted to give him the information needed, Dion decided that it was probably best that he go with his latter option.
So, once he had properly showered and dressed himself in his gravity training suit (it doubled as his regular training outfit as well, seeing as he didn't wanna spend money on a Gi completely set aside for training) Dion immediately bee-lined it for the wastelands just out and around North City. It didn't take him too long of a flight- he was feeling quite excited to test himself out, if he could toot his own horn for a bit, and so once touched down within an area he thought could work well enough, the fledgling Super Saiyan was all but ready to give it a go.
But, just as he had done away with the warm ups, and was about to jump into some intense training exercises, he felt immediately halted by a strange and sudden lack of inspiration. Stopping, he looked down at his hands, patting himself all around, incredibly confused as to where this suddenly drought of hesitancy came from. Finally, it struck him- perhaps it had been the lack of training partners to spar with?
It had been a bit since he was within the mountain situation, but he didn't exactly count as "training". That was being put to the test in real time, a testament to how much he had been putting in. He saw training as something completely different all together, and as for how long it's been since then, the last time he could think of was the time wherein Reno had introduced them all to the Dojo of which they were all welcome to use.
...He should use that, Reno didn't spend all that money for nothing, right-
Anyways, moving on from his mindless musings, Dion was quick to realize though that if he didn't find a way to remedy such a situation, that he'd soon enough start to get lazy and complacent. Two things that he very well could not afford after such a life changing event. So, seeing as it had been a while since he had last contacted him and he felt slightly bad, Dion immediately thought of calling his friend Russe- again, seeing as the last time they had trained together was within the dojo, and before that, even longer ago, back when Kuma was still an active presence within their lives.
Moving forward with the thought, Dion took out his cell phone and shot Russe a text, choosing to then simply meditate the remaining of the time away until his hybrid friend decided upon showing up. Or, until he texted him if he couldn't come at all. While it would be a shame, he knew that the hybrid would find it hard to pass up on the opportunity to learn about the secrets behind the golden gilded warrior itself, nor the chance to see if he was alright after that whole, fainting, business.
So, with optimism running high, the bartender waited- arms crossed, legs pretzeled, eyes closed in a meditating manner as he floated slightly off the ground, waiting until a familiar feeling power signature came along.
Or, again, if his phone alerted him once more.
Either or.
And seeing as there weren't many others he knew or trusted to give him the information needed, Dion decided that it was probably best that he go with his latter option.
So, once he had properly showered and dressed himself in his gravity training suit (it doubled as his regular training outfit as well, seeing as he didn't wanna spend money on a Gi completely set aside for training) Dion immediately bee-lined it for the wastelands just out and around North City. It didn't take him too long of a flight- he was feeling quite excited to test himself out, if he could toot his own horn for a bit, and so once touched down within an area he thought could work well enough, the fledgling Super Saiyan was all but ready to give it a go.
But, just as he had done away with the warm ups, and was about to jump into some intense training exercises, he felt immediately halted by a strange and sudden lack of inspiration. Stopping, he looked down at his hands, patting himself all around, incredibly confused as to where this suddenly drought of hesitancy came from. Finally, it struck him- perhaps it had been the lack of training partners to spar with?
It had been a bit since he was within the mountain situation, but he didn't exactly count as "training". That was being put to the test in real time, a testament to how much he had been putting in. He saw training as something completely different all together, and as for how long it's been since then, the last time he could think of was the time wherein Reno had introduced them all to the Dojo of which they were all welcome to use.
...He should use that, Reno didn't spend all that money for nothing, right-
Anyways, moving on from his mindless musings, Dion was quick to realize though that if he didn't find a way to remedy such a situation, that he'd soon enough start to get lazy and complacent. Two things that he very well could not afford after such a life changing event. So, seeing as it had been a while since he had last contacted him and he felt slightly bad, Dion immediately thought of calling his friend Russe- again, seeing as the last time they had trained together was within the dojo, and before that, even longer ago, back when Kuma was still an active presence within their lives.
Moving forward with the thought, Dion took out his cell phone and shot Russe a text, choosing to then simply meditate the remaining of the time away until his hybrid friend decided upon showing up. Or, until he texted him if he couldn't come at all. While it would be a shame, he knew that the hybrid would find it hard to pass up on the opportunity to learn about the secrets behind the golden gilded warrior itself, nor the chance to see if he was alright after that whole, fainting, business.
So, with optimism running high, the bartender waited- arms crossed, legs pretzeled, eyes closed in a meditating manner as he floated slightly off the ground, waiting until a familiar feeling power signature came along.
Or, again, if his phone alerted him once more.
Either or.
PL: 113,970. 
Gonna be a fun night once I get out of work!
