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legionworld2016-04-03 07:57 pm
notwithoutafight) wrote in legionworld2016-04-03 07:57 pm
only a week and she's already been here too long
Who| Videl & Open
What| Being new and finally free from the med bay
Where| Training Gym OR Mess Hall
When| Daytime
Warnings/Notes| Varying levels of hostility from Videl
A. Training Gym
Videl had been laying into a punching bag in the training gym for the better part of an hour, working through the mess of problems that had been cluttering up her mind over the past week since her arrival. A week interned in the Med Bay was enough to test anyone’s patience, but Videl reached her limits in only a matter of days. It was Officer Erin who, noticing how tense Videl seemed during her swearing-in, had suggested the girl find an outlet for her feelings. Vocalizing those feelings in a message recorded for the future hadn’t brought Videl the kind of closure intended, so a different approach was clearly needed. For Videl, that meant training.
Training had been Videl’s go-to method for working through her emotions ever since she was four years old, when her mother died. Back then, people were constantly crowding her, peppering her with questions about how she felt and ‘if you ever need to talk, I’m here’ -assurances. But Videl didn’t want to talk. She didn’t want to be coddled. She didn’t want platitudes. She wanted her mom, and if she couldn’t have her mom, she wanted to fight the person who took her mom away.
That was what prompted Mr. Satan to teach his daughter how to use a punching bag. ‘When using words doesn’t help you get all the hurt out,’ he explained, ‘you can use your fists, like this.’ The older Videl got, the harder it became to expel negative feelings with words, and the punching bag in the family gym became the recipient of a great many upsets.
A punching bag in the Legion World training gym had been “listening” to Videl’s problems for about an hour now. Sweaty and winded, Videl steadied the swinging bag, then plopped down on a bench to catch her breath.
B. Mess Hall
Videl sat at a table by herself, working her way through her second large plate of okonomiyaki, frowning at her Legion ring and where it lay on the table beside her drink. In spite of how things appeared, it wasn’t the right that was bothering Videl; it was its power to bestow flight.
Or, more specifically, how it allowed her to fly.
Flight itself was not special to Videl; not anymore. It hadn’t been for the past few months, since Gohan had taught her how to do it. Videl had practiced every day since then, every moment she had spare time. She flew everywhere she needed to go, even long distances when she should have taken her helicopter. She practiced hovering at different heights while she did her homework. She even tried to incorporate it into her training, to mixed results. But ever since she got to the Legion world, she couldn’t lift so much as an inch off the ground, even with all of her concentration. Unless she used the ring.
Videl put her chopsticks down and pushed her plate out of the way, making room for her to put both hands on the table. What was it Gohan said when he first taught her about ki? Something about drawing it out of yourself? She turned her palms toward each other, about twelve inches apart, as Gohan had showed her. She closed her eyes, trying to shut out the noise and bustle around her and just focus on her own breathing.
What| Being new and finally free from the med bay
Where| Training Gym OR Mess Hall
When| Daytime
Warnings/Notes| Varying levels of hostility from Videl
A. Training Gym
Videl had been laying into a punching bag in the training gym for the better part of an hour, working through the mess of problems that had been cluttering up her mind over the past week since her arrival. A week interned in the Med Bay was enough to test anyone’s patience, but Videl reached her limits in only a matter of days. It was Officer Erin who, noticing how tense Videl seemed during her swearing-in, had suggested the girl find an outlet for her feelings. Vocalizing those feelings in a message recorded for the future hadn’t brought Videl the kind of closure intended, so a different approach was clearly needed. For Videl, that meant training.
Training had been Videl’s go-to method for working through her emotions ever since she was four years old, when her mother died. Back then, people were constantly crowding her, peppering her with questions about how she felt and ‘if you ever need to talk, I’m here’ -assurances. But Videl didn’t want to talk. She didn’t want to be coddled. She didn’t want platitudes. She wanted her mom, and if she couldn’t have her mom, she wanted to fight the person who took her mom away.
That was what prompted Mr. Satan to teach his daughter how to use a punching bag. ‘When using words doesn’t help you get all the hurt out,’ he explained, ‘you can use your fists, like this.’ The older Videl got, the harder it became to expel negative feelings with words, and the punching bag in the family gym became the recipient of a great many upsets.
A punching bag in the Legion World training gym had been “listening” to Videl’s problems for about an hour now. Sweaty and winded, Videl steadied the swinging bag, then plopped down on a bench to catch her breath.
B. Mess Hall
Videl sat at a table by herself, working her way through her second large plate of okonomiyaki, frowning at her Legion ring and where it lay on the table beside her drink. In spite of how things appeared, it wasn’t the right that was bothering Videl; it was its power to bestow flight.
Or, more specifically, how it allowed her to fly.
Flight itself was not special to Videl; not anymore. It hadn’t been for the past few months, since Gohan had taught her how to do it. Videl had practiced every day since then, every moment she had spare time. She flew everywhere she needed to go, even long distances when she should have taken her helicopter. She practiced hovering at different heights while she did her homework. She even tried to incorporate it into her training, to mixed results. But ever since she got to the Legion world, she couldn’t lift so much as an inch off the ground, even with all of her concentration. Unless she used the ring.
Videl put her chopsticks down and pushed her plate out of the way, making room for her to put both hands on the table. What was it Gohan said when he first taught her about ki? Something about drawing it out of yourself? She turned her palms toward each other, about twelve inches apart, as Gohan had showed her. She closed her eyes, trying to shut out the noise and bustle around her and just focus on her own breathing.
A
But that wasn't the way things would be here, Videl reminded herself, then quickly attempted some civility in return for the genuine complement. “Thanks.” She lifted a hand to motion toward the punching bag. “It put up a pretty good fight, for a bag of sand,” she quipped.
While Adrien admired Videl's handiwork, her gaze flicked over his lanky form, from feet to idly swishing tail to… furry ears. Videl's mouth fell open slightly, eyes glued to the unexpected feline appendages, unable to conceal her shock at the sight.
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"Oh! Um." Suddenly aware of and a little embarrassed by his new appendages, Adrien attempted a smile but was betrayed by his own tail curling self-consciously around his legs. "Yeah. I, uh, didn't have these before waking up here," he said with a completely unnecessary gesture at the cat ears. "That's a new development."
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“You're not from here?” she asked, her inquisitive nature taking over where politeness should have been.
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Unless the Kwami were aliens? Definitely seemed more like a magic thing to him, but the idea that he might have had an alien living in his bookbag was somehow much more uncomfortable than what he already knew of the situation and he had to brush away the thought.
"I know there's a bunch of us like that, though. Even one of my friends from back home is here." Adrien frowned, staring at Videl like he could figure her out from looks alone. As she seemed apparently human, though, that was a pretty pointless effort. "Are you a local? Sorry if this was like, a 'natives only' gym, I didn't know."
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Videl turned over Adrien’s information in her mind, contemplating how it stood up with what Officer Erin had told her. Come to think of it, Erin had mentioned that Videl wasn’t the only person to appear unexpectedly on the hostile oven planet. A number of other people had as well, many of whom had also joined the Legion.
She extracted herself from her thoughts at his question, shaking her head in answer. “No, I’m not from here either. I’m from Earth.” She straightened up a little, casting a glance around the gym. “I’m not really sure who the locals are, now that you mention it. Everybody seems to be from somewhere else.”