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my_belfry_of_fun ([personal profile] my_belfry_of_fun) wrote2019-11-29 07:16 pm
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Shenanigans with Dragon!

Some meme'ing, some PSL'ing, all shenanigans. Parental Guidance suggested with language and content warnings.
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[personal profile] light_of_willpower 2019-12-03 04:09 am (UTC)(link)
The problem with his maneuver, was that momentum was hard to stop. Trunks managed to shift just enough to get his feet under himself, as he hit the ground. Along with all the energy around him from his own aura, and whatever blasts had followed him.

It was like being at the center of an explosion, ground churned up and gravel thrown around from the concussive force as the blast made a crater. Grass flattened, their coats and her hat blown away, and Trunks in the center of the crater.

Still glowing, crouched, and with his arms crossed and braced. Mostly unscathed and unhurt thanks to his powering-up, but with definite rips and burns to his clothing. A hole over the knee, wind-sheared rips in his shirt; cloth ripped, but the man unharmed.

Wary, but also with clear concern in his voice. "Morag?"
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[personal profile] specialinquisitor 2019-12-03 03:47 pm (UTC)(link)
Huge explosions, as it happened, weren't an unfamiliar peril to her. Of course, normally she had a Blade's help in protecting herself from them, but damned if she was going to let that slow her down.

The blast knocked her back, off her feet to start with, but she rolled with the impact till the raw strength in her body could take over and force herself into a slide on her boots and one gloved hand. She didn't even think about her own situation, her clothes ripped in several places where friction had shredded them and her fair skin standing out brightly against the dark uniform colors. As soon as she got bracing beneath her, she took off at a run straight back towards him, exchanging cannon for blades as she moved.
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[personal profile] specialinquisitor 2019-12-03 05:05 pm (UTC)(link)
Mòrag's swords flared bright with plasma as she blocked and counterstruck, dodging easily out of the way of those attacks she didn't block as she fell into a familiar dueling form. Her own hits came out stronger and with greater determination behind them as she urged herself to draw out more of his ability. All the while a smile shone on her face, the light of her blades reflected brilliantly in her eyes.
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[personal profile] specialinquisitor 2019-12-03 06:18 pm (UTC)(link)
"I could say the same," Mòrag said over her blades, not letting up on the strength behind them so he couldn't easily push her back. The plasma was roaring-hot to her, making a few sweat drops bead on her temples. What a nuisance that was! "I might still consider you a worthwhile challenge even if Brighid was here."
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[personal profile] specialinquisitor 2019-12-03 06:28 pm (UTC)(link)
"And I lack a Blade," she said with a smirk. "Taking pride in standing up to a woman who's essentially unarmed?

She WAS enjoying this. Normally banter like this didn't escape her, even in a spar. Maybe she was getting too relaxed outside of Mor Ardain... but she found herself not minding too much.
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[personal profile] specialinquisitor 2019-12-03 06:42 pm (UTC)(link)
By way of answer, she brought one knee up.

NOT for any vulnerable regions! She was aiming for his stomach!
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[personal profile] specialinquisitor 2019-12-03 08:38 pm (UTC)(link)
"Hmph. All the more reason I'll spar you on Alrest someday."

She hadn't thought that would work, but... still, the hope had been there. Fine. She had to try something else. That something else took the form of her pushing up against the grip he had on her blades, then stepping in as she twisted her elbow around straight towards his cheek.
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[personal profile] specialinquisitor 2019-12-03 08:50 pm (UTC)(link)
Her reaction came fierce and reflexively, no meaningfully conscious thought behind it: she curled her own leg, clamping his in turn quite powerfully. If he stayed up so would she; if she went down so would he. Parity either way in her mind.
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[personal profile] specialinquisitor 2019-12-03 09:29 pm (UTC)(link)
Just like that, her feet left the ground, and she flew upwards. Not an unaccustomed thing in and of itself -- but as the ground grew further away, she had to reluctantly acknowledge that this was, indeed, a problem. She might be sturdy enough to fall more than the average person, but not this far!
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[personal profile] specialinquisitor 2019-12-03 11:18 pm (UTC)(link)
She had a surprisingly long time to run through several potential scenarios in her head -- and then suddenly Trunks was holding onto her. Carrying her, in fact, in a way she had literally never been carried. It DID feel like he was saving her, damsel-in-distress style, and she scowled at that idea.

But no. She wasn't being fair. If he'd watched her back and blocked a blow at her flank in combat, she wouldn't consider that a 'rescue'; it's part of being a team in combat. This was a different situation, but she just had to think of it in those terms and put her pride out of the way.

Once she did that... the sensation of being carried like this hit her all the harder. Relying on someone else's strength, entirely -- she actually flushed a little red at the thought.
light_of_willpower: (Super-Saiyan-aura)

[personal profile] light_of_willpower 2019-12-04 01:58 am (UTC)(link)
He was saving her, but only because she couldn't fly like he could. She was only in any 'distress' because he'd accidentally put her there. If he'd had any idea of her thoughts, he would and could have reassured her for her pride that he still saw her as a skilled and dangerous warrior.

Having each other's back and helping the other was part of being a team after all.

"Sorry, shit. I didn't mean to launch you like that." Trunks meant it, and the words were out of his mouth as soon as she was in no danger of continuing-to-plummet. It was possibly the first time she had heard him actually curse; no one else on the crew had heard that yet.

Under the worry, Trunks's brain noted with amusement and approval that she hadn't dropped her swords either. They weren't radiating plasma as fiercely, but they were still in her hands. Professionalism is probably her middle name. was the stray thought.
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[personal profile] specialinquisitor 2019-12-04 02:01 am (UTC)(link)
"Well, I'm pleased you feel like I'm worth that sort of attack." She glanced away, still frowning slightly and still slightly red. Really, now, she ought to be embarrassed about feeling this is even a little pleasant. "Being knocked upwards like that is not rare in Alrest, but rarely quite so high."
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[personal profile] light_of_willpower 2019-12-04 02:09 am (UTC)(link)
"I didn't hurt you either, aside from shoving you into the air that is?" Because while he had seen that she was definitely a warrior, and sturdier than most humans, the shove had definitely had some unchecked strength in it too.

Trunks shifted her only a bit, ensuring his hold around her shoulder and back was good, and they started descending in a much more controlled manner. Trusting her to keep her weapons from interfering, it brought her closer in his arms. His mind was still too caught in damage-assessment mode to notice any embarrassment on her part.
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[personal profile] specialinquisitor 2019-12-04 02:11 am (UTC)(link)
"No, I'm just fine." Somewhat belatedly, she deactivated her blades, then shifted a little in his grip to tuck them back away. The movement demonstrated that she was both lighter than she looked, what with her uniform being a bit bulky, and also absolutely solid. She really was all muscle.
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[personal profile] light_of_willpower 2019-12-04 02:28 am (UTC)(link)
It's more she was smaller than she seemed with the uniform on, because weight was not an issue as far as he was concerned. Certainly not while powered up--which he should think about letting go of soon maybe. Her shifting made him pause and pull her a bit closer in, which is when that she was blushing fully hit him.

She might think of herself as all-muscle, but from carrying her Trunks was aware she had curves too. Lithe and lean muscle tone and slim, under fair skin that peeked through rips in her clothing. Much like his own uniform, thanks to their sparring.

His head turned up and away, although green-eyes had narrowed for a moment, nostrils flaring. Suddenly acutely aware that she was in his arms, and only blushing likely because he was still transformed. "I...uh...I get the impression any airborne threats are usually either vehicular or creatures--not individual people who fly. In Alrest..."

His adolescence hadn't exactly been normal; he knew about hormones though, and feelings. It had just hit him, that this was--again--a woman who was not his mother, or android 18. Whom was quite attractive and a fierce warrior, and he wasn't sure if this all made him uncomfortable or if he enjoyed this. Both, which was a decidedly odd sensation.
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[personal profile] specialinquisitor 2019-12-04 02:32 am (UTC)(link)
"Strictly speaking, in Alrest they are almost always both."

Casual conversation to hide confusion of her own. She had never paid attention to anyone at any time; that sort of thing would simply get in the way of her duties as Special Inquisitor. The realization that six months of very different work on a very different schedule had dulled that instinct caught her entirely unawares. And now here she was, noticing a man was actually a man, and she didn't know what to do about that.
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[personal profile] light_of_willpower 2019-12-04 02:42 am (UTC)(link)
"...I thought that might be, given what you've told us before in tactical meetings." Casual conversation was good. Distracting. Helping him try not to focus on his newfound sudden awareness. Pushing the distracting feelings aside, usually into training, had always worked before after all.

"George seemed to be the only one who wasn't surprised. By the fact that I fly. Granted, he was expecting it to be on a broomstick."

Oh good, they were almost back on the ground. Where he could let her down safely. Out of his arms, yes getting her out of his arms and not so close.
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