Shenanigans with Dragon!

[my_belfry_of_fun]

Some meme'ing, some PSL'ing, all shenanigans. Parental Guidance suggested with language and content warnings.

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[my_belfry_of_fun]

Both men blinked as the random door appeared in the middle of the pocket, and George let out a soft whistle at their 2nd in Command's change of clothing. "I'm not sure if that's fancy dress or not, Sir, ma'am-sir!" with a playful tone.

Trunks thought it looked more formally-military, if only because of how it was cut. He wouldn't disagree about the fancy part. Then he blinked, "Borrow me? For?" Not that he wasn't amenable, but they were supposed to be on vacation.

"S'only a nuisance if you make it one, Ma'am." George's insistence on the semi-informal title was clearly meant to toe the line between cheeky and not.

[specialinquisitor]

"I've obtained new weapons that are more my style." She ignored the cheek, knowing it was just George's way. "Trunks is the only person who can help me test them. The rest of you are a bit too fragile, I'm afraid."

[my_belfry_of_fun]

"Oi..." George pouted, while Trunks just sighed and reached up to rub at the back of his neck. "I don't think she meant it like that George." Maybe it was that the half-saiyan had worked a bit more closely with the former inquisitor on a few missions. Or that most others didn't seem to really get just how destructive and powerful some of the Wizard's magic was.

"Besides, I thought we were on vacation. I dis-tinct-ly remember Commander Tylor ordering us all to 'have fun'." The red head continued, enunciating clearly. Not upset, and if Trunks wanted to go, George'd still have fun with quidditch. He'd just steal the other man later for a game. Maybe the inquisitor too.

[specialinquisitor]

Powerful and destructive as George might be, his ability to withstand direct physical violence was somewhat lacking.

"I would have fun doing that." She folded her arms over her chest, an amused smile flickering about her face. "I daresay Trunks might as well. I'll make certain not to monopolize him entirely, you have my word."

[my_belfry_of_fun]

George's head turned to study Trunks, then he tilted it and made a hmm noise, then tilted it again. "I dunno, can't see him enjoying it at all." With the red-head accepting the mock punch against his shoulder. "Seriously though George, why don't you work out the kinks out of how we'd do this quid-dig thing" Trunks started to say.

"Quidditch" George said with a smirk.

"Flying Broomstick death-trap game." Trunks countered, also with a smirk. "And I will absolutely make time to try it. Just no laughing at me on a broom, alright?"

"Yah sure mate. I've seen worse on brooms I promise." George chuckled but agreed.

Passing his broom to the wizard, Trunks turned to Morag. "As much fun as training is, I don't think it is what Commander Tylor had in mind." But there was an easy smile with the words.

[specialinquisitor]

"I am obeying his orders. If he wished more specific results, he should have given more specific orders." A brief hint of an amused smile crosses her face as she turns to the exit of this little side world. "Besides, it truly would relax me to fight at a level I appreciate."

[my_belfry_of_fun]

"I'm not sure whether to be flattered, or offended on behalf of the others." Trunks replied as they found themselves back in a hallway. Clean metal with wood accent, carpeting, slightly rounded walls--it reminded Trunks of Capsule Corp in a way.

[specialinquisitor]

"It's a factor of equipment. Without a Blade, I'm not Driver at all. These weapons won't come anywhere near what Brighid and I could do together, but it will be a great sight closer." She led the way down just a couple of rooms, pushing open another door to another world. How strange to think about.

[my_belfry_of_fun]

Strange, but Trunks had decided to think of the pocket-dimensions as no different than being like the Room of Space and Time. Then again, he'd also already decided that the Beings who'd asked them weren't too dissimilar to the Kai in concept, or Kami. He also had not decided if that was comforting or not.

"I'm still not entirely sure I understand the whole Blade and Driver thing." But if equipment would help, he wasn't one to judge. Considering his mother and how she managed to keep up with many of the most powerful beings on her world, thanks to her technology and intelligence, he'd be a hypocrite to judge.

"But I do understand, when you don't feel as effective in a life or death situation." Quietly voiced, tone slightly grim.

[specialinquisitor]

"I suppose the simplest way to describe it is to ask you to imagine your power and ability coming not from within you, but from a partner who grants you it. And then losing that partner." A slight tension in her voice said that the situation was more complex, and that the bonds that ran between a Driver and a Blade ran deep indeed... but she didn't want to get into that. Instead, she simply stepped into the pocket realm, which was nothing more than a large grassy field without any obstructions or much to get in the way.

[light_of_willpower]

Maybe it was a shame that she wasn't looking at him when she explained, as Trunks understood the undertone, as well as the analogy. Which meant he didn't quite wince, but he definitely felt sympathy as he followed her into the other pocket. Looking around, he wondered just how much damage they were going to do, if she'd picked a place with no obstacles or anything in it but grass and sky.

"So, to make sure we're on the same page--you want us to spar. Should I get my own sword? Or how is this going to work?" He would adapt, but he did want to help genuinely.

[specialinquisitor]

"That's up to you. I'm certain you can handle whatever I can throw at you, in whatever way you like." She glanced his way, the faintest hint of a smile visible around the collar of her coat and in her eyes.

[light_of_willpower]

Blue eyes blinked, and he ducked his head a bit shyly. "...thank you." Because it was a compliment, and he wasn't used to those at all. "So what kind of tech did you find?" Shaking off the moment of shyness, and moving to stretch his arms up and out. "And how are you wielding whatever it is? Because that'll be the most obvious weak point." Arms stretched, Trunks moved on to stretch out his legs, then gave a little bouncing-jump almost. "Break the tech or get the tech away from you."

[specialinquisitor]

By way of answer, she drew from her belt a pair of hilts, which appeared to be nothing fancy whatsoever. A flick of her wrists, though, sent several cylinders unfolding out of them till they snapped into place as, apparently, two long conical swords. A moment later, plasma spilled out of the joints to swathe the two blades, lighting them up into MUCH more effective weaponry.

[light_of_willpower]

"Well, that doesn't change the 'goal' then. Disarm you or break those, as that's the weakness." A hint of smirk came to his face, and Trunks let one foot shift back, hands coming up in a guard. "I'll try not to break them, but I make no promises."

[specialinquisitor]

"I'd appreciate if you didn't." Ah, if only she was in her full form as Flamebringer, she could face him on far more even grounds. "Since I am trying to learn them, after all."

[light_of_willpower]

"I'll try not to break you either." Trunks replied; there was definitely a smirk on his face. "Whenever you're ready...unless you wanted me to make the first move?"

[specialinquisitor]

Right then. With another flick of her wrists, she split the swords apart, cracking both extended whiplike plasma blades at him without so much as a warning. Yes, she DID like these weapons!

[light_of_willpower]

Two whiplike tendrils, extended from the blades, as blue-eyes narrowed. He could dodge them, but that wouldn't yield him much information beyond what he and Morag already suspected.

So Trunks dodged one, and powered up in a heartbeat. No time wasted before his hair spiked upwards, turning gold and eyes going a sharp green. Moving in towards the second whip-like-blade to grab and tangle it somewhat around an arm, Ki corona protecting him. Then he pulled in a harsh yank, not bothering to moderate his strength.

[specialinquisitor]

This was exactly the sort of thing he wouldn't have gotten away with if these were her proper swords.

Still, she was prepared for that -- a ridiculous resistence to plasma was just one of the many things he expected. As he he yanked, she pulled back on the hilts to make the weapons contract again, both so the sword would cut into his arm as it tried to spool back in, and to add more momentum as she came in swinging with the other one.

[light_of_willpower]

He might get away with it if she'd had her proper swords too. They wouldn't be able to test that here though. The spooling of the plasma-connectors bit into the fabric of his jacket, and didn't help that it was tangled more around him. It could be replaced though, when he couldn't yank her off her feet Trunks changed his tactics.

Moving to meet her in the momentum, aiming to hit her blade against the plasma-coiled segments around his forearm. Crouching, arm braced with his other, and twisting so one of his legs moved to swipe out and try and knock her off her feet.

[specialinquisitor]

His foot hooked around her ankle and swept her off her feet. But she was ready for this, yanking hard on the hilt of the sword still wrapped around his arm. If his strength kept her up, fine; if he came down with her, also fine.

[light_of_willpower]

Took more than that to pull him off balance, albeit it was partly because he yanked too. Bracing and coming out of that crouch, arm that was tangled held up high and pulling not quite nose-to-nose. More than close enough to feel his body and the crackle of energy around him from his ki. Trunks free hand shot out to grab her own at the hilt of her blade.

[specialinquisitor]

Well. This was unexpected. She didn't often get this close in the middle of a combat, and it left her briefly startled. BRIEFLY, as she slid one boot around his ankle, then pushed forward in an effort to make him tumble.

[light_of_willpower]

Trunks didn't often get that close either, but he'd expected this based on how he'd tangled the whip-like blade up. What he wasn't used to, was being that close (even in combat) to a woman. Not that he'd been around many woman in his life who weren't his mother, or weren't trying to kill him like android 18.

Which meant he was just as startled, and moved when her shoulder pushed in and against his sternum and she hooked his ankle in turn. Twisting as he fell, taking advantage of the boosts super-saiyan provided in speed (among other things). Dropping his hand from her own and using it to cartwheel away so that all that chained them was the plasma-whip still coiled around his other arm.

Shaking that arm to uncoil the whip and continue into a back-flip, out of her range. A moment to eye the ruined fabric of his forearm, and a nod to her. "Good to know you're prepared for that tactic." Still with that smirk though, and still a hint cocky.