Fitty Fitty [x50 Gravity - Flare]

- Mansion Setting - Katchin Chestpiece Equipped -
- Thread PL: 192,150 -
- Katchin Chestpiece PL: 48,038 -

Over the few days Flare took her time to just take a load off and relax. Something she wouldn’t tell herself was it was well deserved. Tabitha, upon returning, seemed to have covered up her trek out by actually getting exotic groceries for the manor. Lots of delicate foods and even a few other products like makeup and gadgets. It would seem to be the case that this was all to treat her little flame child in a time of stress and angst. It helped. It all helped. And by the time Koma had sent Kyuri her way to start the work on the Gravity Chamber she was feeling much better.

Flare was happy to actually tinker on her own things again. Granted the opportunity, she took to being beside the saiyaness with a bit of a pep in her step. The Chamber itself was moved offset to the garage, away from the front garden of the manor, and set up within good distance to it. Flare was… overtly eager and excited to watch and eventually get to help in the installation of the A.R. Interface. She showed little concern over the building they had around the chamber in question and instead perked up entirely once the saiyaness started looking into putting the main drive of this little quest to move her chamber out for her and her training. Kyuri might have found the young flame’s knowledge over the subjects of advanced technology and her overall enthusiasm for them as either endearing or overbearing.

“Is it really that simple? Huh.” or “I probably could have done that!” or “WHOA, that’s cool. I’ll try it!”
These lines, and variations of it, would often be repeated a few times throughout as she soon wondered why she couldn’t have found way herself. She had been proven to pick up things entirely too easy, this was no different. Perhaps it was time, after this all, to also pull through with her mightiest of endeavors. Perhaps, even, give Jax another try as an even better robot companion. That would have to wait though… After testing the gravity limits of the chamber to make sure everything still functioned within Koma and someone else just behind him appeared in the front of the building with due time. Flare can’t help but chuckle a little at the interaction.

“And… You said she was your Grandmother? Huh. I can see where the Saiyan comes in. My own Granny showers me in hugs.”
Almost comedically in contrast to Kyuri and Koma’s little greeting to one another Tabitha would make her own way in behind them with open arms and hug Flare. Auntie seemed to just know that the chamber itself was finished; That or she liked diving into others’ brains and getting that indirectly. She’d rather call it motherly intuition.

“It’s Auntie, not Granny! I don’t want to feel older than what I already am.”
After a long pause both of them would break the hug, Flare giving a bit of a wry smirk. “Oh! I have another little present for you before ya start training again deary. Just… give me a moment.” The old lady was in her own battle garb that she had taken a likening to now that Flare knows who she really is. With a bit of fumbling the old lady would take out a small box from under her coat and present it to the young flame.

“Oh?”
Flare’s smirk turned into one of intrigue as she pulled the box from the old lady and revealed a couple of flattened, see-through bracelets. Five in total, with the fifth in the top actually looking more like a collar sized piece than bracelet. Flare looked it over for a bit before blinking at Auntie. “And this is from…?”

“Ahh, an admirer of yours. Some kid with a lot of money, liked watching you fight. Instructions are at the bottom of the box.”
After a bit of fiddling with it they turned out to be technical weights. Designed specifically to conform perfectly to the skin of wrists, ankles, and the neck area and simulate downwards pressure through nerves. The manual even stated that the things could work with even the strongest of fighters and in the harshest of conditions. It was an interesting paradigm and the instructions on how to put them on, activate them, and easily deactivate them were all user friendly. To the others the style didn’t seem to fit what they would know. “You could probably even find a way to make them look pretty with some red and pink thrown in the outer design.” Flare groaned and just took her time to look over the collar piece. It almost looked like it’d disappear against her skin.

“Right, right. Did you not get a name or do I just have some sort of creep watching me?”
Tabitha paused for a moment and smiled. “I don’t really want to deal with that while I’m also doing all of THIS.”

“He said he went by Unda. He was a real cute kid, at that, and that he just had a ship outlying Earth’s orbit. Spies on just about anyone he wants. He hadn’t been around but about a week, doesn’t seem to have any ill intent.”
Well, that was news to her. Flare would look up between the old ladies, Komatsu, and the red haired one referred to as a corporal with a smile and put a free hand on her hip.

“I guess that’s not as bad. Guess we could test these while we also train in here. How about that?”

What kyuri said made more sense. Thinking about it, everything the saiyans did had to be of some military standing. It was weird to think of it that way… but it did make sense. Flare calmly started putting the bracelets and anklets on her person and gave them a look over as Koma stated that the use of the weights with her gravity training was going to be tough. That… that she already knew.

“I told you already Komatsu. I’m willing to do just about anything.”
That he should also know. Koma was told of her many reasons for doing this all. For straining her very spirit. Breaking her body if she had to. If these were to work for her, well, tough work was to be ahead. As per the manual’s instruction Flare held a button down that was well hidden against the transparency of the bracelet… And, for some reason, her muscles started feeling like they had been weighted down. It wasn’t some weird device this Unda person could have left if he was a creep. It felt like part was missing without the collar however. After a bit of checking with a few punches she’d grab at the collar as well and start fixing it on herself.

"Hah… This is such a weird feeling. Seems to work though. I’ll have to see its insides after we’re done here because this is just so cool."
She smiled at its effect and eventually got the collar on around her… completing this pseudo heaviness in her torso and neck area. Definitely able to keep up with her much more powerful self than the gear she used to have on. Today has just been a field day with the young flame.

"Ahh, I am glad you enjoy them dear. Come give me another before I leave you to your devices."
Auntie just smiled and took to hugging the young woman again in front of the mere acquaintances. Flare groaned again and just returned a hug back at her before breaking it up fast. "I’ll be just outside if you and your friends need anything. Me and… a couple of the house maids, mind you. Have fun and don't get too hurt!" Tabitha would refrain from hugging any of those with a tail and the random redhead girl alongside them and just give them all a small nod and smile before heading out of the building herself. She sure seemed happy for her little girl... Flare was left standing there with the others and this Satsu girl.

“Ahh, nice to meet ya. It’s Flare. Hot by at least one definition.”
Flare would take into jest the formality of rank the gentler of those among them said. She would take that hand firmly and shake it maybe a bit too enthusiastically. Somewhat held back by the unnatural pressure in her limbs from the new weights. “And it looks that way, huh? Koma got me worked up the last time, I’d definitely want to see how one of his companions do.” Stepping back she’d toss the black box the weights came in to the side and also start taking off the overcoat around her to reveal the tight fitting black suit underneath. Maybe a little too tight fitting. On a different matter, now that they are more in view these weights seemed to not even be there. After a good minute of being on her they vanished far passed being transparent.

“So how are we doin’ this, huh?”
The young flame looked between all of them with a perked brow and waited for anything further. She then just glanced at Koma almost expectantly; This was his idea and training regime anyways. So far what he has been doing hasn't been going too far against her grain. “Wanting a straight up spar in the increased gravity then?”

The interest Kyuri mutually shared with the young flame about the device was an endearing thought to keep in mind for later. She had peers before with similar interests to her own but they were never really friends. Flare didn’t see them as friends just yet but she didn’t seem to have that earthling vibe of competition with tech about her that others had. Besides, now if she were to go toe to toe with someone of similar skill she’d fine way to blow them out of the water in more ways than one. Before Komatsu had introduced the two Flare’s last encounter with someone of similar standing was on the webs. Forums for nerds sort of deal… The young flame, despite her business she ran and took from her foster parents, stayed inside way too much.

"I don't mind a bit Kyuri. Could be a fun little project we do together."
Satsu’s own power… she could tell the redhead wasn’t on par with the saiyan she matched up against before. It took all she had to even hit home on Koma when they sparred, and he did so for good reason. The girl reinforced the idea that Komatsu knew how to train effectively. Training in a base form, of course was better. This new challenger was a different stipulation for that cause. At the same time as she was to train with a much weaker partner she was also under another constraint that she wasn’t aware of. When the gravity hit the halfway limit of its capacity she froze up and struggled to stand. The electronic weights already affecting her body amplified in feeling when actual gravitational force acted on her body. To all the others still deciding to take the force of the room Flare looked like she hand anchors strapped to her limbs.

"HNGH. Hold up, gimme-"
She didn’t fall into a stance like Satsu did, her form bent at the knees were just to keep hersef up. Fists clenched to keep her arms from slumping down. It was certainly different from more recent increments of the gravity machine. It was a close comparison to her first time in ten times, without the falling flat on her ass part to begin with. All of that considered, with Satsu now barreling towards the young flame, she had to DO something! The girl would be disappointed in the initial speed the elemi would start in an attempt to sidestep the entire kick.

That didn’t pan out. Actually, it dug more into the side of her stomach and spun her a bit. She let out a hefty grunt and stumble to get a proper footing again… This did create an interesting opening in the process though. With the spin and momentum of the kicks the girl managed to give Flare enough to work with. Going INTO Satsu, brushing off the kick after the initial blow, to grab at the back of her neck with one hand and step her left foot forward. This was going to be an attempt to powerfully, but also rather sluggishly, attempt to throw the kicking perpetrator on their back. It was be a thing to buy the fire elemi some time to properly adjust to the change in her weights and the gravity combined.

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Stamina: 3/3
Flare took Satsu’s kick and returned with an untrained 7205 PL grapple and throw.

The redhead gracefully one upped the slowed Flare, using the time it took to grab at her and instead just hopped upwards. Wrapped legs around the elemi’s neck and hung there. All while using Flare’s momentum to make her way up. Once the flow had stopped and started pulling her the elemi nearly fell onto her back. With all this weight on her it was a wonder how she didn’t do just that. Before Komatsu could get much out she was, in fact, working on bringing the redhead’s body back up and forward to sling her off that way. She couldn’t breath all too well, considering, so she started to be a bit hasty with her attempts. The helpful bit of advice from the kid was nice though, muffled from the legs around her. Still, Flare had heard it. It was something she didn’t think of at that moment. With a bit of concentration and lady strugglin the young flame would channel her ki directly into her feet. Even though her body still felt encumbered with the weight brought upon it this worked well enough to just start moving herself forward in a quick rush. The momentum of which she would use to throw her shoulders forward and hopefully throw off the hybrid in a roar of effort. If she could manage just that she’d step back a few and gather herself with some gasping breaths.

“I see the weights definitely work. Nice one.”
She joked about and rubbed her neck. Stiff from the encounter. After a moment and a creak in her neck the young flame lit up her fists in a fiery show. It would seem that the elemi was about to launch a more powerful technique than a mere kick… but once Flare got into a more defensive boxing stance and started making her way over she stopped dead in her tracks not a few steps in. Her eyes widened as a sudden feeling came over her. To those viewing outside it would just seem for the moment she was daydreaming. What was this? The next moment… a voice started up in her head. Her blank stare turned into one both frightened and angered.

The myth and legend himself, Caesar Jarvis. He didn’t even say anything intelligible yet just hearing the familiar telepath in her head got her riled up.

[“Can you feel it? Can you feel how orgasmic that power feels she has now... Get ready for the party flamer... You’re gonna be our newest toy after the big party hits its finale! Just thought I'd tease a little, Everyone loves a flirt after all.”]



A flood of sensations and dark feelings of death were also given to her. Like some sadistic gift… One intentionally being the energy from Shizen… And she was much stronger than before too… Oh… kais, what had he done to her? How could Flare had let this happen? Making a concubine and guardian of her is one thing, but this… this felt of the likes of demons. The worst of them at that. Shizen felt frighteningly similar to Caesar, she must have done things close to unredeemable… Unspeakable.

And it was her fault for it. For a moment, she felt even more stupid and self pity upon herself… Then she remembered what she was in this chamber for. Why she was with Komatsu and the others. To eventually come to Atsuko and be trained in a proper aspect. She was all here to face this fucking man and burn him to ash. To undo what she had done to a love and to hopefully free others that this man has forced into things. Not to mention this… Nakiya, and this sorcerer of hers that were all part of this. All of these evil influences were due for a cleansing flame to wipe them from the world of the living-, no, existence entirely. Such people-, no, things… These things do not deserve an ounce of anything good given to them. It was scum like them that caused her former master, her former friend, and now her quick love to betray her. To become crazed with evil intent and manipulated.

On the outside Flare’s hair would start burning a magnificent array of red and orange flames. Flames around her form coalescing as multiple emotions welled up inside her. Anger, pity, grief, sorrow. The chamber itself would heat up like before with Komatsu, the culmination of her being poured into a form much like before. It’d heat up to an uncomfortable degree now. Her frightened and angered eyes turning to that just from moments before to one with pure anger. The whites and all covered in a red hue entirely now. This fire shooting from her hair seems to burst,her hair itself turning into a brilliant flame. Her stature straightened up as she no longer pursued the other redhead and instead stood there. She wasn’t just directing her anger at anyone; It was more towards everyone.



“THAT bastard!”
Even though the god king had closed link to her by that point that wouldn’t stop her from projecting her own thoughts. Flare didn’t need his consent or fucking mercy. She didn’t even need to search his power through the cosmos to get to him. He already gave himself away rather easily. Interesting enough, she’d both yell aloud what she was saying to the god king and telepath it to him directly.

“[“I’m no toy of yours, mutt! You’re a sad excuse of a man who deserves everything coming to him. Teasing? Keep stoking the flames, keep making shit decisions and enemies, because I will tell you this. You made a mistake showing your ugly ass face that full moon. You made a mistake of hurting friends, my love. Please, come. I’m sure the Kami and some of my newer friends will enjoy handing that demon lady your head on a golden platter!”]”
This was anger, almost pure. Like Flare being an elemi made her a being of anger and flames together. She had to vent; there was little other way for her to not just start punching at those around and possibly breaking things. That being said, trying to get near her to calm her down might prove difficult. “[“I promise, I’ll be there personally to burn you on a pyre over and over and over again. To eternally make you suffer for your sins! Hear me chump!? HUH!? I’m a flame that won’t go out! I’ll be sure to roast you till you WANT to die! And then I’ll flip you over and start on the other side!”]”

That… all that had worked her up. She was both yelling and telepathing this rather anger filled message to the Caesar at the top of her lungs… After she had made out what she wanted to say she stopped looking to the skies and turned towards Komatsu. Then to Satsu… her body suddenly shaking. Flare let go of her telepathy with the Caesar and fell to her knees… eyes watering. Just letting it all out… Again, her probable reason being she wasn’t just wanting to hurt anyone in her fit of anger and wake.

“Shizen… Fuck, why me? Why her?”
Flare trembled for the moment and sniffled, trying to get rid of the tears in her eyes with a few wipes from her hand. Hoping to stop it before it came to fruition. “I didn’t ask for this… Now… Now Jarvis is coming back to get me… as a toy of his… I don’t know how much longer I have. He has messed with Shizen too… With others.” At this point the power in her voice and form dwindled. The weights and her compliance to them retaking. The room was still probably a bit warm for comfort but she wasn’t going to be heating it up any more than what it had been.

“I’m sorry. Yelling seemed a better option than making… Satsu here a punching bag.”
In this form the weights still had great effect on her power and speed… but she seemed to outclass the other redhead undoubtedly. “But what am I kidding? Komatsu here could shut me down rather easily. Hahahah…” She tried laughing away the bit of pain in herself. Sniffling between a bit of it. She managed to keep herself from full-on crying but she was still there on the ground, full in form.

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Flare goes to throw off the Satsu with an [OT-1] Flare Combo (36,029 PL damage), then transformed after Caesar got at her feels with a message. Replying in kind with telepathy of her own.

In many ways the outrage and cries of the fire elemi were reminiscent of those who were Saiyans. No doubt anyone who had achieved the ability to become a super saiyan had hard work, sweat, and tears put into it. Rage filled emotion was a staple in their saiyan form… Here, it appeared differently. While she did appear to be outright furious and angered by the intrusion and abrupt violation of her mind the news it held more upset her with grief than with unbridled anger. Flare wouldn’t hear the question Komatsu posed at first. It was all white noise in her despair until the other young woman decided to grasp her shoulder and try actually reassuring her… And to that the fire elemi looked up with those bright red eyes. Eyes full of emotion and pain.

“I… want to believe that. I really do. Trust me when I say that.”
She would start, signs of her still holding back her emotional state in her voice. For a moment it might seem like she was about to get up… but her movements were just a deep sigh. Followed by some more deep breaths in order to calm herself. “And I know… I know that I - no, we can make up for it… We can do it together… but he keeps getting to me. Getting to my nerves, my feelings.” She’d take a moment to glance back at Koma and just recollect what he had tried saying to her earlier. The bit that her mind wasn’t getting at the moment… Asking about Shizen.

“She’s not the only reason, but damn it if she isn’t THE reason. That son of a bitch humiliated me, nearly took my legs, spat on me and any sense of self worth I had then proceeded to destroy my little robot. The bastard took her away as he simply TORTURED me. Drove me into the earths with his damned boot, cracked bone after bone and drove the breath out of me. Not only that, he managed to fell me and the others in a single stride and just left. After the fact… I woke in the hospital after a heated nightmare and... I let my anger get in the way. Before you know it I started assaulting people who didn’t deserve it. The others didn’t feel like they could trust me after that, and with reason...”
It was the same thing Koma had been told about before during their break. It might be news to others though. The ways in which this transformation was obtained weren’t unlike some stories. Flare just wished it didn’t have to come with the pain of it.

“I had nightmares for weeks. I still have them… The reason for all this? I… I made a promise to Shizen, and she made one to me. Just the night before. The past year alone I had many a friend and teacher betray me and any sense of good inside themselves for power. Greed, strength… You name it. Voluntarily or forced upon them… I said I wouldn’t want what happened before come to fruit again, and she promised me that wouldn’t be the case… But… what I just felt? That hippie, that little innocent, naive spirit? She’s not there anymore! Whatever Jarvis and those with him did to her… It’s bad. Real bad. I was on about forgiving myself for the inability to stop what had happened to her. For not being strong enough… But I had thought she would be able to resist whatever influence that mark put on her had. At least for a while, until I could get my own strength up. I was sorely mistaken.”
Satsu would be careful being so close to the fire elemi as some fires started whipping around her again. Not nearly as dangerous as Flare was when she was yelling her emotions were still at play here. Another long, drawn out sigh escaped her lips as she drew up the strength to get herself up from the ground. Weights feeling heavier in around the shoulders than anywhere else, metaphorically speaking.

“We need to go at this even harder. Put myself under even more extreme amounts of stress. I’m needing to be stronger, damn it! If he comes earlier than what I can prepare for it might be for naught. There’s no way he isn’t going to be using Shizen against me, and there’s no way he doesn’t have more deviant tricks under his sleeve to make sure he came out ahead.”
After a moment the flame Flare’s hair was made up of and the fires quelled… After she clenched her fists so tight fingers almost broke skin. Her power started declining back to the base form prior. Her breath calmed and her stance firm once again.

- Katchin Chestpiece Base PL: 144,114 Offensive / 48,038 Defensive -

“Thank you for the words… I need you to give me more though Satsu. Hit me harder. Make me feel it this time. I need something to get my mind from racing before I got nuts.”
She challenged with a renewed smile; she wasn’t being very commanding or strict with her request… More so expecting the kind woman to just follow up on it.

And here she thought the blue prick had done something super malevolent to the boy as well. The young flame took his words with some gauge against them. With how he specifically wanted to go about training alongside her to face Jarvis she just assumed he brought similar form against him. Did Flare actually have a bigger mouth than a teen saiyan still going through puberty? She knew for a fact it was him being angry at her comments that got her some of that punishment. Would she take that back? Probably not now, Jarvis WAS all of what Flare said he was. Acting on it only proved her point. Even if it broke her down on both a physical and mental level. It would seem they’d talk about it later though. Therapy wasn’t a thing she wanted or considered but if it was just some talk over it that she wouldn’t mind in the slightest. Now, for some jive to lighten the mood.

“Annoying ass sounds about right. I’d tack on ‘child’ at the end of that title though. Fucker acts on every little critique and treats everything like a game. Not to mention he knows what I’m going to tell him just by reading my mind...”
Special training on the lookout? Flare looked a bit confusingly at the saiyan as he first started approaching from the side to take Satsu’s place. With the way he was putting it this was much different than just training under Atsuko. A year of training in a single day? She might have known about it eventually with her upcoming training under the kami herself but it wasn’t something she heard off cuff. Why hadn’t the blonde saiyaness herself told Flare of this when she was asking for desperate help? Besides the point of that Time Dilation seemed far beyond what she was willing to just accept on hearsay. Sure, they had tiny capsules that defied laws of matter and energy… But time itself is what kept the universe spinning on.

“Excuse my skepticism. A year's worth… in a day? As in, we’d be training for a year our time but it’d only be, at most, a day in reality?”
The questions she had, along with her already stirred emotions from the blue prick himself, kept the room a bit warmer than it usually was. She wasn’t producing sporadic flames now, but was just heating the place on mere excrement of emotion. Koma was probably right in his decision to eventually just let himself be a punching bag instead of Satsu… With that assurance she took in a few deep breaths, a sniffle, and would raise up her fists again for another go. “I’ll go with ya to the lookout and see it for myself, sure. But let me first take you up on the offer of becoming a stress reliever.” Flare smirked and at that moment, weights still doing their thing, she came flying forward at a marginally faster rate with a couple of fists to his guts. One, two, three in all. Each one filled with their own amounts of emotion and strive.

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'Nother 7205 PL pawnch, this time towards Koma as he offers himself up.

His response to the young flame’s criticisms were met with… actual experience? Komatsu’s own sister apparently came out of there with a child. It was definitely a weird example to throw out, but taking it by hearsay would mean that this chamber up in the lookout actually did hold some sort of extraordinary property… To be honest, she’d want to look the place over while she was there as well. Something supernatural like that, despite this use of ki and other sported things frequent in today’s world…. Time was a more intangible conception to control. Yes, Flare would keep that in mind while she was furiously pounding at Koma. Right before he brought he foot to kick her away from him. He was the better of the two and executed such a task with ease, the kick flung Flare back a good few feet and made her grunt on impact.

“If what ya said is true, and your sister came in pregnant and out with an infant… Then, this could give me the gap closer I need to give Jarvis back what he deserves.”
The confidence in her words shook the room, being filled with anger and excitement. It was like finding a cheat code to some game. It would, in reality, take more than just the visit to make her be comparable in strength to Jarvis… But just like with everything else she had done up to this point it was a place to start and pick up on new power. To her it was a step in the right direction and with time she’d be able to finally accomplish her goal of revenge. Of avengeance. Everything had its beginning, and heroes weren’t made out of priss and pampering; Despite what she knew of Atsuko’s raising. Grit and dedication came from lose and challenge, not tranquil standby. Being too aggressive could make one no better than the person who wronged them, and that was a balance Flare kept in mind countless times. Trying hard not to lose her temperament now that she was unbelievably strong and make use of what strength she did have in order to unmake some terrible mistakes.

Was her philosophy wrong in that way? There are plenty of warriors who trained just to be strong and outdo one another. Flare knew this as well, was it just her being lazy? Complacent with life up to this point? The young flame sighed and just went on with beating on the Saiyan again. Fists alight this time as the fiery ki and fists combined would slam hard at his chest should he still take the shots.

“All these kids with their kai damned power, trained as children. Some with proper care… others, not. I was robbed of what I could have been because, what, I’m some prissy rich girl? Fuck that noise.”
Her angry disposition was coined at herself more than anything; She was still in the middle of venting after all. “Why hadn’t my drive ever been like this? I wouldn’t even have had to deal with this nonsense if my former master wasn’t a piece of shit! If I wasn’t a geek who liked sitting on her ass and tinkering with all odds and ends! I refuse to accept that I’m not in the right mindset for fighting! I refuse to just get stomped over by some idiot who thinks he can rule over others with his shitty attitude! I refuse to fucking take this shit from Jarvis; No, I refuse to take this shit from ANYONE just because they are stronger! If you want to mess with me and those I like then I should be able to have equal ground to pound your face and ship you back to the dumps where you belong. ‘Cause you’re trash! A shit person!” She wouldn’t keep talking… but her ruthless assaulting over Koma would continue as they would train in the chambers. Her auntie hadn't made an appearance either, seeming to already know of the girl's distress and way of dealing with it being rather voluntarily prescribed by Koma...

At least the chamber's new home worked wonders.