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originally posted in:The New Dojo
12/2/2016 9:44:02 PM
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[b]Celon smiles. Someone actually watched the show about his dad's friends? He didn't know them at all, but Celin knew some of the major figures, Kakarot, Vegeta, and the like.[/b]
"You watched that stuff? Cool! Hey, what did you think about Olivia and me's fight?"
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Edited by Nibber Schipper: 12/2/2016 11:49:33 PM[i]Jason had last seen the show absolutely ages ago. More than nine years. A whole lot of time. He still remembered some parts, though. Definitely not everything.[/i] "Yee 'nd Olivia's fight.. Hmm. Well, 'twas impressive, tha's fo' sure. Still upset I lost in da first fuсkin' bracket ta tha' damned cowboy, though. Hmm, anehway, guess y'don' enjoy gettin' yer monkeh tail pulled."
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"Yeah. It hurts a lot. I can't move when people do it... But I heard if someone cuts it off I get more powerful! But I like my tail... Don't want to get rid of it..."
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"Cut off da tail 'nd y'll git more power, eh? Say, weird thin', but could ya teach me tha' Ki stuff? Y're a Saiyan, right? 'Nd e'rythin' can learn ta use it, right? Even automatons."
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"Do you mean the androids? They weren't robots, silly! They were cyborgs! And yeah, I can teach you! You just won't be able to do some really cool stuff!"
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"Tha's fine 'nd dandeh, realleh. Long as I'll be able ta do sum stuff. Wha' kinda thin's can ya teach meh, Celon? I assume onleh da basics, but tha's still cool."
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"I can only teach you to fly and shoot basic Ki blasts."
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"Both o' those sound mighteh handeh, Celon. I'd love ta learn 'em."
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"Okay! When do you want to learn?"
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"Well, hmm. Dya've sum time right now? Afta I finish mah drink, 'course.. But, y'get wha' I mean."
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"Yeah! I'm a kid, I have literally nothing going on!"
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[i]Jason quickly threw the rest of his still steaming hot chocolate down his throat, setting the ceramic cup down on the counter of the Starbucks. [/i] "Well.. Wanna start, then, kiddo?"
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"Yeah! So, to start off, you need to focus real hard!"
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"Focus, eh?" [i]Jason's grey-silver eyes slid shut as he started to slow his breath, regulating it. He started to make his mind empty, thinking about nothing other than regulating his breath, keeping it slow and steady. [/i]
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"Silly, that's not how you do that! You gotta get angry, yell, do whatever! It might take a while to get the handle of!"
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[i]The Russian remained very silent, thinking about one thing in specific. Something made his breathing escalate. He started to seethe with anger, his head twitching to the left. He then opened his eyes, left eye twitching somewhat. He definitely was pissed alright. [/i]
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"Alright! Now, release all that anger at once! Yell! Scream! Do whatever! Power up!"
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[i]He remained silent for a few more moments, his hands clenching into fists. He then erupted like a damned volcano. [/i] "THA' MOTHAFUСKIN' VILEBLOOD WHОRE! I'LL BE DA ONE TA TEAR THA' BITCH'S HEAD OFF!"
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"Don't yell words! Just yell!"
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[i]And, well, Jason did yell. He yelled and roared, everyone looking at him like he was fücking insane which wasn't very far off. [/i]
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[b]Slowly, very slowly, he felt his own power begin to rise, to bubble up.[/b] "Yes! Good! Keep going!"
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[i]The yelling continued, this feeling of power only egging the currently pissed off Russian on. He yelled more and more, screaming things of hatred and anger. [/i]
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[b]It eventually seemed to cap, he just started to shake and strain.[/b]
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[i]At this point, the yelling seized though the anger remained. He didn't exactly know what happened, but he just went along with it. [/i]
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"Good! Your power level is like twelve now! That's really good for a human! Their normal power level is five! Okay, no pretend like you're throwing a baseball, but imagine that you're making the baseball in your hand as you do it!"
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[i]He had played baseball in his childhood, though he'd be extremely rusty nevertheless. The mini Space Marine reeled his right hand back, pretending there was an invisible baseball between his thumb, index, and middle finger, while also thinking about creating a ball. He then threw the pretend baseball as hard as he could, aimed at the sky. [/i]
