Open-Log--less talk, more action? With Prompts and OTA [Month of Horseshoe]

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Trunks had finally found his cabin, and met his room-mates. One of whom was a book. With very odd ideas, that had Trunks raising an eyebrow at it. (He didn't really do well with 'overlords' okay?) After that it had been investigating his rucksack--and he had his capsule case. With his mini-fridge (yay), but two capsules of clothes (his armor and his normal stuff) otherwise. WHERE WAS THE TIME MACHINE?!?!?!

Still, not much he could do now. Besides, he had a whole train to explore. Along with a spar--and Cassie had said she'd usually be in the gym car. Come to think of it, Trunks would probably be spending a lot of time in the gym car himself. So, time to explore his new 'home'.

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Prompt--It's not a date...

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Cassie had just said whenever he was ready, so Trunks headed for the gym car. He didn't really need much preparation, and it would help him work off some nerves and anxiety. Besides, he'd rarely had people he could actually feel a kinship with before. Even among the heroes of his own world, he'd been accepted, but still the outsider.

So, time for that sparring match.

Prompt 2--Training GYM CAR OTA

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[Wanna encounter Trunks in the Training Gym Car? Do so here. He might be running through kata, or practicing ki-blasts with training dummies, or just basic training.]

WILD CARD--OTA

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[Got an idea? Please feel free to encounter Trunks somewhere here.]

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Cassie's there, dressed in gym clothes with gloves on. She's working a bag when he arrives.

She turns her head and flashes a lascivious smile.

"Hey. Ready to throw down?"

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Trunks hadn't bothered to change, although he wasn't wearing the parka or hoodie anymore. Just purple polo and cargo pants with boots. No gloves either. That smile had him raising an eyebrow, and wondering what he'd gotten himself into.

But...sparring with a partner, who actually wanted to train? Oh this was something he'd missed. So he lets a hint of smirk show, and rolls his head from side to side. "It's why I'm here. I could work off some nervous energy."

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"Yeah, punching stuff helps me with that, too," Cassie says.

Her tone is casual, almost flippant. She stretches her arms over her head as she walks toward the center of the car.

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Fortunately, Trunks' mind and focus are on the coming spar. Otherwise he might be distracted--because pretty girl who is not trying to kill him. Or who isn't really his mother-who-has-no-idea-who-he-is-and-compliments-and-teases-him.

He's focusing on reading her as an opponent and training-partner, because otherwise it could get awkward. She definitely moves like someone with training, and he can sense she has a lot of potential. Giving a little laugh, still with that half-smirk, he moves casually into a loose stance.

"This should be fun."

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Cassie is grinning like a shark as she puts her dukes up.

"Yup."

She hasn't quite mastered sensing energy yet. But she can tell when someone knows how to fight and when someone doesn't. Trunks, meanwhile, should sense the energy within her, and the even greater well that lies beneath her inner block.

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It probably wouldn't help if she could sense another's energy--he tends to keep his own levels hidden. Survival mechanism besides good sense--after all, the androids can sense him but he can't sense them. He can definitely sense that potential, and something in his blood wants to meet that challenge.

"Looking forward to it."

Her only warning were the words, and a nod of his head in a brief bow. Before Trunks slid into motion. Smooth and fast at her guard with a one-hand-two punch combo that moved to a cross-legged kick. Treating her with respect enough while he they gauged each other that she would feel any impacts, but not be hurt.

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Cassie's guard holds through his initial assault. He's a little faster, even, than she'd anticipated.

She comes out of it with a surprise, moving back to a handspring with speed as green qi surges through her body and sends her cartwheeling back to reopen the distance. Whether it hits him or not, she hopes to be able to reset on her own terms.

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Ah ha, so there was her ki. Good, this would also allow Trunks to learn her signature. Which meant if he needed to, he could find her. Her reflexes were good too, which made him smile.

The handspring-and-speed cause him to side-step, more to gauge her than to outright avoid it. She wants it on her terms, then she can make the next move. Trunks has his hands up in a loose guard, slightly crouched, blue eyes focused.

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The green energy remains charged as her body coils up and unleashes, her momentum and direction suddenly shifting to put her in range for a series of fast jabs.

If it goes well, she should have him on his back foot. If it doesn't, she'll know just how quick he is. It's a win for her either way, as she sees it.

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She would have to do better than that, but this was supposed to be fun. Each jab is blocked without him having to shift too much or without too much effort, but it is enough to have most of his weight on his back foot. Trunks probably could've avoided the jabs outright, but then he wouldn't learn anything.

Sparring was about learning, after all.

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Cassie keeps up the pace, trying to back him up and open him up for a rising knee.

Speaking of which, here comes that rising knee right now.

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She's good, and Trunks can feel the saiyan part of his heritage singing through him. It's rare he gets to enjoy fighting, since it's rare he gets to actually do so when it's not life-or-death. She's trying to open him up and he can tell, so he keeps his guard close.

There's that expected attempt, and he wondered when she'd start doing more than throwing punches. So it's with a quick half-step, to bring him just out of range of that knee, before he's dropping and striking out with his own leg to sweep hers. Quicker than before.

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Cassie tumbles forward but remains on top of herself, rolling back into a guard position with one foot planted and one knee down. She'll rise to both feet if he lets her, but she's rather expecting she's the one at a disadvantage now.

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She'd be correct, and Trunks will press his advantage while staying in a crouch himself to match her. Quick jabs of his own before moving to try and lock up her arm in a grab.

"You're good."

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Cassie locks eyes with him, a devilish smile crossing her face.

"I know."

She pulls out a new trick for this one - a flick of the finger, and a small ball of green energy shoots off into his face. It isn't much, but she's hoping he's distracted enough to allow her to slip away.

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"Good."

He moves his head to the side, but lets her slip away all the same. "I was hoping you knew how to do blasts." With his own smirk, entirely confident for once. Letting her have some distance and staying on his own guard.

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Cassie can tell when someone's letting up. It shows on her face - a fiery little spark in her eyes. Not quite anger, but a force to be reckoned with nonetheless.

She'll show him what she knows. She looses two green qi blasts, one of them straight, the other forming a loose arc. (She hadn't quite intended for the latter to happen, but it's another sense that she's catching up to her father's blasts more quickly than she'd expected).

Before they've even landed, she coils her body up tightly before letting loose with a fully powered shadow kick. She surges sideways, foot first, toward Trunks, a glowing streak of green.

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That spark in her eyes is very intriguing--and Trunks' unconscious mind is noting it. Fortunately he's focusing on the fight and not on why that detail registered. Otherwise he might be in trouble.

The blasts are batted away easily, and then his arms come up in a cross-guard to block and absorb the force of the kick. Causing him to skid back a few steps, and there is an answering spark of challenge in his own eyes now.

Not anger though--anticipation and enjoyment of the challenge.

"Very good."

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"Yup."

And still being a smartass throughout the whole thing. To be honest, Cassie isn't entirely sure if this does or doesn't qualify as flirting. She's having fun so far, though.

Just one niggling little problem, though.

"So when are you gonna stop holding back?"

That twinkle in her eye is still there. She's daring him to do it.

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"You asked for it." That smirk is back, and it's actually pretty devilish itself. Apparently Trunks in fight-mode was very different than the friendly and slightly awkwardly-shy young man Cassie'd met on the platform.

Unfortunately, she wasn't likely to see it coming. Trunks darted forward, faster than most could follow to suddenly be right in her guard and face. Shifting his weight, and instead of striking from so close, he gathers his own ki...

Engulfing him in a golden aura, the force of it all spiking up his hair and changing his eyes to teal. It's as if a sudden gale force wind was in her face.

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Cassie'd been expecting more. She'd been focusing her own energy, looking to meet his with a strike backed by shadow energy.

But she hadn't been expecting this much more. Her eyes widen, her face a mask of pure shock. But in an instant, this fades to another smile. She had asked for this, after all. She'll definitely have a blonde joke ready when this is all over.

But in the meantime, she lets loose with everything she has, with all the speed she can muster.

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That smirk is at the edges of his mouth, and amusement-under-the-focus is clear in teal-eyes. She's good, and he appreciates it. But she'd asked for him to stop holding back...

So he won't--matching her speed easily, trading strikes for blocks in close quarters and still with that force in the air around him. It's a quick combo, opening up her guard and then striking out with a round-house calculated to send her flying.