One Winged Performer [Open/x10 Gravity]

After her recent trip out to the ruins of one set of her ancestors and the makeshift resting place of her dear friends, she was reminded again that before she could even dream of something like taking strays under her arm to teach them her particular brand of fighting style, she needed to gain strength. To that extent, she had scrounged up what money that had been left to her by her late mother and her father. She had purchased a new place to live, a gravity machine and even had a set of clothes designed especially for training. a white t-shirt, a leotard to go underneath it and weighted socks, shoes and wristbands. She'd already packed up a good deal of her mother's belongings into boxes and gone about shifting them over to the new place, which might have caught her some looks since she was doing it in just her overalls.

Compared to the beaten up house that her father and she had lived in for ages, the mansion she had purchased was a hot pink on the outside with a sterile white paint for the walls. It was a bit unnerving, but she figured she could just paint over it at a later date. The up side was that there were more rooms to the place. More than enough space for her to install that G-Machine. Nosy, posh neighbours aside, things were going smoothly. Her mother's books had been stored in the bedroom and the living room had a much bigger television set up - not the artifact left back in the old place. The only thing left to do was to change into her training outfit and get to fixing up the Gravity Machine. She wasn't exactly expecting guests, not since she couldn't feel Karah's ki on the surface of the planet anymore, which meant that a potential student had bailed out on her.

Mizuna rationalized that nothing of great value had been lost with that one's departure. While she did show some promise, there would be other fighters she could rally to her cause. For now, she was in her comfort zone of tinkering with a machine in her overalls with sweat running down her body. The snobby upper class denizens probably wouldn't bother her; she dressed like she came from the slums and that subjected to her to the usual conclusion that she was dirty and with that assumption, they weren't exactly wrong, but she wanted something to show her father when he returned home from his long absence from the planet - something he could be proud of; that meant growing stronger and that in turn meant getting her hands dirty. "No half measures will do. I have to get stronger - so I can take those bastards out and show father that I haven't been sitting idle all these years." she muttered to herself, finishing up the final touches of the machine.

She wasn't going to flip it on immediately, of course - she needed to take a bath and get changed into her training getup, which was something she set out to do, tossing things into the laundry hamper in her bedroom before skipping off for the bath. It wasn't a long one, just a quick wash and get out and dart back to her room where she dried off and got changed into her training outfit, immediately noticing the weights. This was going to be one hell of an experience, that was for sure.

Mizuna had been in the middle of drying her body and hair off when she heard a loud crash outside of her newly acquired mansion. Part of her was more than willing to write it off as some pompous rich brat crashing their vehicle into some part of the street in a drunken stupor. She rationalised, or tried to rationalise that it wouldn't exactly be a good idea to go investigate the noise in a towel, but that was before she heard a girl's voice literally just outside of her window, which meant there was someone on her property, rather than simply near it! It sounded like whoever that was had things under control, but the large crater she'd seen from the window definitely caught her interest, which was of course the main reason for her sliding down the rail of the stairway instead of taking the stairs, forgetting entirely that she was still only wearing a single white bath towel around her torso.

When she reached the bottom of the stairs and consequently, the front entrance to the house, she pulled the door open to the sight of a dark haired girl taunting a downed opponent that looked like a soldier from the castle. Which raised more questions and reminded her why she disliked the crown. That self important attitude that excluded the little people was the very reason she had not informed any of the crown of her little run-in with slavers all those years back. Not only was she mixed blood, she was the daughter of a low born Saiyan. "So, I've gotta ask," Mizuna spoke up from her spot on the porch, leaning up against the door frame, arms crossed over her chest in mild amusement. "Are you having fun beating on some errand boy or were you just cruising the neighbourhood looking for a real warrior?" she gestured to herself with a thumb to implicate herself being that 'real warrior'. If nothing else, Mizuna was confident in her abilities. Her looks, too, if her daring to step foot outside of her house in naught but a towel was anything to go by. "I don't know what the tin can soldier wants with you, but since it looks like he won't be getting up any time soon, why don't you come inside? There's free food and drinks and a wide space to throw down in if that floats your boat. It's gotta be better than standing out here with a dead fish like that guy laying face down in the dirt over there like it's a Wednesday." Mizuna didn't consider for one moment that her joke might have been in bad taste, or that maybe her invitation could come across as overly familiar.

Mizuna couldn't but overhear something that immediately soured her mood. "Well, this is unexpected. Should I curtsy, your royal highness?" she asked, her voice practically dripping with sarcasm. She had no intention of extending any sort of special treatment for her dark haired visitor. Princess or not, that wasn't going to stop Mizuna from running her amber irises up and down her curves, inspecting the goods as it were. "I have a name, by the way; it's Mizuna. not 'naked lady', Princess." she fired back at the Princess, playing with the idea of just opening her towel up then and there to give the princess a memorable show, but she was quick to dismiss the idea. No matter how enjoyable it would be to see a shocked expression on her face, flashing her would be like cheating.

Mizuna was still intent on sassing the princess at every turn she got. She was no fan of royalty and their stuck up dispositions and it seemed to be the same with this girl. All the same, she held the door open for her royal guest - but not because she was royalty - making her way inside after her, shutting the door afterwards. She wasn't exactly lying about the free food part; there were frozen foods set out on the kitchen bench and the refrigerator was stocked with plenty of bottles of water, a few cans of soda in them, as well as a couple of bottles of Mizuna's particular favourite - Champagne. That was for special occasions and rough nights, though, certainly not something she'd break out for someone she was meeting for the first time.

Mizuna opened up the refrigerator and extracted two cans of soda, tossing one at the dark haired woman. "Get comfortable, I won't be long, I promise." whether or not her royal guest was able to catch the can she'd lobbed at her, Mizuna ended her instruction with a playful wink and a finger gun gesture before making her way upstairs to get changed into her training outfit, which was really just a white t-shirt that came to about the midriff and a red sleeveless unitard underneath it that ended about mid-thigh. There were also a pair of soft pink wristbands - yet another relic left behind by her mother. She brought herself downstairs to find her new guest, who by now, she surmised, would have discovered that there was no readily available food. Rather than tell the princess up front that she had decent skill with cooking meals since she worked at the local bar as a waitress, she decided to wait until her guest complained about food. "So, what was up with that guy on my yard anyway? Was he your babysitter?" she took another patronizing jab in jest at the member of the royal family. By now, she hoped that the little princess was well aware of her disdain for royalty.

"My place, huh?" Mizuna relished the chance to scoff at the very notion that she was part of some hierarchy now that she was dressed and back downstairs.  Yeah - no; she didn't exactly have a place in the Kingdom's established hierarchy, come to think of it. "Didn't think there was room in the hierarchy for a half blood, but you're right on the low born part, so I'm afraid you do need to give me your name like a normal person, precious." the more she spoke with the Princess, the less inclined she was to treat her with disdain and contempt. In all honesty, she'd kind of expected that someone of Solana's status would fumble with contraptions that existed for the common person and hearing the usual routine from the other's perspective added weight to her assumption, so of course she wasn't surprised or phased.

The paranoia of the King wasn't much shock to Mizuna either, who simply lifted an eyebrow at the story of an overprotective father. "So he keeps you caged up like a defenseless damsel in distress, huh? Guess that means you don't want a bite to eat before we get down to throwing hands at each other, then? I figured I was going to wine and dine you before getting to the main course." Mizuna teased further with another question and a completely unnecessary piece of commentary that had every ounce of cheek in it. Oh, she knew the etiquette with royalty - she just didn't care for it and suspected that her royal company didn't exactly care for being treated like a delicate house ornament either. To that extent, the red haired half blood had no qualms of forgoing any sort of toe kissing that was usually associated with the lower class interacting with royalty, but she wasn't going to let Solana fight on an empty stomach.

Emerging victorious over an opponent because of some unfair advantage she had over them just wasn't her style. She was going to make sure her guest was at least properly fed before engaging in any sort of combat with her. "I've got no problem with giving you the pounding you're after, but it wouldn't be much fun if you weren't at full power, so again, I'll ask you: do you just wanna get straight into the action, or do you want dinner first?" her tone had changed from one of condescension to one mixed with concern and even a sense of pride. She was adamant about making sure her guest was in top fighting shape before engaging her.