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It was a calm afternoon with cool air filling the farm like area. Marcel leaned up against a fence located at an abandoned farm with his arms crossed. He smiled, and watched as the pink ostrich chickens roamed about free, possible descendants of the ones who once use to be owned by previous farmers who owned this specific land. One of them being the hybrid's late step father. Before he decided to move down to East City, and eventually meet his future step son, and his mother, Law's step father was a farmer alongside his own father during his youth, and owned this very spot at one point. He very much enjoyed the farm life, but after his father's death, Marcel's step father just couldn't handle being around the place, or it would bring back memories of his father which he just couldn't deal with at this point.
But some years later after the man married Marcel's mother, he would take his young step son out to this very farm from time to time, getting over his own problems with the area he grew up at. The man would teach young Marcel how to feed the local wildlife, manly those enjoyable chicken ostriches who at times chased the duo around, frightening poor little Marcel, but getting a chuckle out of the old man. This was a perfect place for Marcel to get his mind off of those bullies who tortured him because of his demon half when he was young because it gave off a peaceful, and laid back atmosphere.
It has been years since he been back here, but it felt like it has only been yesterday since he was here. The hybrid's head perked up as he noticed one of the ostrich chickens slowly coming up to him. With a warm smile on his face, Marcel dug into his coat pocket, and took out a little brown sack. He poured a bit of food from it onto his other hand, and held it out. The animal inspected the man's hand for a bit before poking at the food once. Seeing that there was nothing wrong with it, the animal continued to peck, causing the hybrid to chuckle lightly as it brought back memories...as well as tickling a little. There was no one around seemingly, so he just went ahead, and continued to chuckle almost like like a child even.
A bright eyed blonde would call out to someone she thought she recognized. It wasn’t too often that Sarai would venture outside her block in the city, but change never hurt anyone right? It was more of an errand run. Hank who owned the gym wanted her to grab some things from a friend of his out in the country. What Sarai hadn’t realized was that things meant a ton of fresh meat. Who would have thought she’d see someone out on the road? This was a road right? Uh... maybe.
The dark haired male was up ahead and leaning against a fence. Well.. he had been. Now he was near one of those ostrich chicken things. A wide grin on the blonde’s face, she was now running towards him with unbridled enthusiasm. A sack was thrown over her shoulder and a light crunch would be heard with every swing. Whatever wrapping this meat in was getting a good beating against each package and against the blonde’s back.
Coming up close to him, the girl would be breathing just a slight bit heavier but looked no less joyful. “What are you doing way out here? Do you just fly around and look for places to have fun?”
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Last Edit: Jan 23, 2017 13:46:58 GMT -5 by Deleted
Th hybrid continued to chuckle as the gentle pecks of the Ostrich Chicken he fed poked against his flesh. It really did bring back all sorts of memories! Soon his chuckling would come to a complete stop as he heard a feminine voice yell out, a familiar one at that. Before he even turned around, he could sense her ki, that odd power of hers. It couldn't be...
His red eyes glanced to the source of the noise before the rest of his face followed, causing him to freeze up a bit as he saw that very blonde coming towards him! He was so distracted that he didn't realize that the tiny grain of food that he was feeding that animal has slipped out of his hand, and onto the floor, but the ostrich chicken obviously didn't mind, and instead went to town on the food by the hybrid's feet. "Y-you....?" was what he was able to mutter out with a surprised expression. The odds of seeing her here, it certainly caught him off guard. As she came up to, and began to question him, Law looked down, finally noticing that he had dropped the food, and made sure to get out of the animal's way, so it wouldn't go around pecking anything it shouldn't.
"I...am actually just revisiting an old childhood location." he admitted, having no reason to lie as he looked back at the worn down barn with a small smile on his face which quickly went away as he looked back at her. "What of you, Miss?" he asked as he placed a hand on the wooden fence. "I'm sure you didn't come all this way to punch me...again." he claimed, poking fun at her a bit with a tiny smirk on his face, looking over at the bag she was carrying.
When he turned and looked at her it became all the more obvious that it was actually him. While the female did notice the hesitance in his expression and the way his body tightened up, she didn’t really feel the need to slow down her excited advance. It was probably the huge sack on her back that was freaking him out a bit.
“Me!”
She answered with a grinning response. Excited to see him like she was most people that didn’t rub her the wrong way. He seemed to be dropping the food he was feeding the bird. Cocking her own head to the side, a bit of blonde strands flipping into her face, she wondered why he would let it hit the ground. But then the girl would chuckle as he stepped away, trying to avoid the creature and its pecking near his feet.
“Oh?”
She questioned, looking around and noticing the open fields, fence, and barn.
“Did you grow up here or play here as a kid?”
She asked with her normal grin, turning back to Marcel without a care in the world. With a light grunt, she’d shift the bag from her back, letting it plop to the ground with a few crackles and a squishing sound. When he’d ask about her, he’d bring up her punching him. Immediately the female would chuckle, drawing a gloved hand to her mouth as if to stifle it.
“Come on, Shadow. You took it like a champ, probably didn’t even hurt.”
Taking a step forward and closing the space between them with little concern for how he might react, she’d shift the hand from her face and go to his. Moving to just gently tap his chin with her fist as if ‘punching’ him again.
“I’ll totally spar you though, cupcake. Nothing does my blood good like a little rough tumble.”
She was smiling still. It briefly occurred to her that he kept calling her Miss. And her calling him Shadow. But it didn’t sink in that she didn’t recall his actual name. The glories of being oblivious when one was having fun.
"No, I didn't grow up here." he looked back up at the barn, having brief flashbacks of the place being all fixed up as it was during his youth with the grass being greener than it is now, having much more of a yellowish color. "My step father did however. He would bring me to this peaceful place from time to time." a reminiscent look on his face. It was strange how he spoke to the blonde like a close friend, forgetting about how badly things started off when they first met. He was a lot calmer this time around given the atmosphere the two are in. Plus, it wasn't like the woman didn't mean well. What she did back there though questionable was still for a good cause, and he did have respect for that.
She'd then comment on Law's little joke which caused him to cross his arms. The hit wasn't really anything sure, but it was still uncalled for.....and rude. "Ummm..." he'd then watch as the blonde moved in closer to him, the guy backing up some as his cheeks glowed a faint red. Why the heck is she getting so close!? His eyes focused in on the incoming fist that gently tapped his chin, causing him to glance away as she did so. Whenever a woman would get so close to him, he would just end up a shy, and nervous mess. He stood there quietly, looking away as he continued to blush tensing up a bit, waiting for her to stop, and back up some.
That is, until the blonde brought up sparring which made the man immediately look back at her with an interested expression as his blush faded. "A spar?" he'd smirk a bit before shrugging, trying to play it off all cool like. "Of course I would never turn down a spar, but I doubt you would be able to handle me." he claimed teasingly, a bit of that Saiyan pride peeking out. He honestly didn't care how strong, or weak his opponent was. Sparring can prove to be exciting no matter the difference in strength.
"Also...my name is, Marcel....not Shadow..." he claimed, not really understanding that it was a nickname.
Huh. He didn’t grow up here so why was he here? It was soon explained to her. The blonde looking over the scenery fondly. Lots of open space looked like a god send. Look at all that sun! Her grin would brighten as she looked around.
“Hell, I’d move out here.”
With all of the energy she ever had, Sarai thought this place was pretty darn great. Don’t get her wrong, she loved where she was and the people she knew. But.. there was something different and great about the outside. It was inviting, warm, and exciting. It was less overrun by people who wanted to cause pain and heartache. On the other hand, how would she spread the amazingness of Angelians if she wasn’t surrounded by people to boast to!?
This guy was cute. Every time she got close to him he got all red. Was he embarrassed? Did he think she was coming onto him? Well she certainly could. Sarai had never really pursued another being and very much had not happened the opposite way either. Her time had been focused on training and competing. Others saw her more aggressive ways and gave a wide area around her. Especially after the little incident.
If Sarai hadn’t already been speaking she might have commented on his reddened face. The way her touch made him avoid her further. But the moment his eyes snapped back to her she was excited. He wanted a spar too? There had to have been a literal spark that ran through the female’s eyes when she noticed his desire to possibly spar too. It was fun. She wasn’t lying when she said there was nothing better for her.
He made a comment. A comment about not being able to handle him. Seeing as her hand hadn’t fully fallen away from him quite yet, she’d grasp the collar of his shirt. Pulling him forward and her staying securely in her position. His face would be close to hers and she wouldn’t shy away for a moment. A grin was on her face, a bit confident and testing. The opposite hand came up to lightly graze over the man’s cheek, caressing the skin with her bare fingers as she’s speak in a teasing tone.
“Are you sure that it’s not you who can’t handle me?”
There would be the briefest chuckle afterwards, with the blonde firecracker closing the last breath of distance between them and firmly planting a peck to his lips. It would be a quick motion, both ways. In and giving him a kiss, then moving back and letting his collar go, the hand against his face just barely grazing against his cheek as she moved back and likely left him dazed in whatever way he saw fit to regain himself.
“Sarai!”
Her demeanor would shift back to that he would be more familiar with.
“I’m the world’s greatest Angelian, and I’m going to show everyone their worth!”
A happy and lovely smile upon her face, they knew one another’s names. This was beautiful. Now they just needed to spar!
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Last Edit: Jan 23, 2017 16:56:34 GMT -5 by Deleted
It was nice to see that the blonde felt the same as Marcel does about the farm. The man was even contemplating moving out here until he found the Bamboo Forest. "Yeah...it really is nice." he commented. Perhaps he should come out here one day, and fix up the place like he's currently doing with that one worn out dojo he found on the outskirts of the Bamboo Forest. He's enjoying fixing that place up, so fixing up a place like this, a place that holds a special place in his heart would even be more enjoyable wouldn't it?
Marcel still held his head up with that woman's fist still on his chin. He looked at the woman with confidence after accepting her spar. When it came to spars, he believed he was ready for anything!
But what was about to come next however....wasn't something he was ready for.
The Blonde raised her fist off of his chin, the hybrid about to lower his head as he believed he was about to get some breathing room only to now be lifted by the collar. The man's eyebrows raised at the amount of strength this woman has. Sure she appears muscular, and he did witness what she was capable of that other day, but to be lifted off his own feet right at this moment really caught the man off guard, but not as much as what was about to come next. Marcel's cheeks darkened more as he felt the woman's gloved hand sliding, and caressing against his cheek. His breathing grew slightly more as he saw her leaning closer in until her lips pressed against his own, his eyes widening at the surprise peck. Though it was quick, it felt like an eternity to him. He would then remember that this wasn't the first time someone sneaked him a kiss. Back when he was...briefly working as a waiter at that restaurant back at the East, Marcel ended up somehow getting a date out of it in the form a quite mischievous fox woman who ended things off with a surprise embrace followed by a kiss.
To have this happen to him in a span of a few days was really...something. Why was he getting this sort of attention all of a sudden? As she let go of the man, and questioned him teasingly, Marcel nearly stumbled backwards before catching himself on the fence, holding on to it for dear life. "I....U-uh, I...." he clearly couldn't get the words out, trying his best to stand back up only to be met with wobbling legs. Even continuing to struggle as the woman introduced herself.
Grinning like she always did, full of confidence and oozing pride. Sarai watched for Marcel’s reaction. He had just been kissed by an angel! But not only that, he got to learn how great she was going to be and ask about her wonderful heritage. But... uh... what was he doing?
The kiss meant little to nothing to the Angelian woman. It was just a way to fluster him up. She didn’t realize that it would work so well. One of her hands returning to her own face, she’d lightly brush the blonde locks from her eyes. He was leaning on the fence like he was going to be sick. Holding himself up... Sarai didn’t know what to make of it.
“Hey man... you okay?”
There was some concern but a whole lot more confusion. What... had happened? Was this because she kissed him? Or was she missing some great happening from another plane of existence. Glancing behind herself, Sarai wondered if another demon had popped up. Some grotesque creature. But nope. Just fields and ostrich chicken things or whatever. Puzzled, she’d look back to Marcel. This had to be like a joke, right?
“It’s really not nice to look like you’re going to puke after a girl kisses you. It’s not like I punched you in the gut. It hurts people’s feelings.”
She didn’t specifically say hers, but she did feel.. odd. The girl was usually so full of pride that things didn’t seem to matter. Words usually bounced off except for in very dark moments. Actions tended to be a spar. But... To be disgusted by her touch? That was a new one. Running a hand through the hair on the right side of her scalp, she’d tap the ground with the toe of her boot. She felt awkward.
"Y-yeah..." The hybrid managed to get off of the fence, tilting his head from left to right a bit. He wasn't at all sick, or disgusted by the actions Sarai has just pulled off on him, he was just really bad at this despite having recently dealt with much more...."I-I'm alright..."
Marcel stared at the Angelian for a bit as she looked around all confused. Law was pretty confused about the situation himself, but the blonde appeared to be lost despite her starting all of this, but Marcel wasn't worried about that. He was just trying to comprehend what just happened, his heart feeling like it was trying to burst out of his chest. What was that kiss for? Did he do something to impress her without knowing? There was so much going through the man's head. He'd stand there quietly until the blue eyed woman spoke again.
He'd blink a few times before rubbing the back of his hair nervously. "N-no! It's...It's not that...." he'd glance away before continuing. "I....was just not expecting that..." he said, nervously. Here he thought the two were going to spar, but instead he ended up getting flirted with, not that he had a problem with it. It is just something he honestly didn't expect to happen especially coming from the woman who he previously yelled at, and nearly attacked over a misunderstanding. People are a strange case....
"I'm terribly sorry if I offended you, Lady Sarai." he bowed in apology. Lady was something he tended to add to any female he met as a form of politeness, but of course if the lady didn't want to be addressed as such, he would stop. "Anyway......" he stood back up, rubbing the back of his head still. He wanted to move past this awkward moment he created, and was considering asking about her species, or what an Angelian was, but he felt it would be rude. Though, he still is really curious about that strange ki of hers.
It took him a long while to recover. One might have thought she did punch him directly in the gut. It was strange to Sarai. All of this... was he doing it to get on her nerves? Or did he really find it so disgusting to be touched by her? The Angelian was confused and unsure if she should be hurt or angry. Was it her race? Was it the fact that Angelian blood ran through her veins. Sighing with a sharp bit of air coming from her nostrils. This was... kinda weird. Even for the bright woman who always seemed upbeat, she was uncomfortable.
Even when she’d express that it seemed rude to react in such a way, the man still did no better. Rubbing at the back of his head like he was searching for some lie to feed her. Surprise and not expecting did not make someone lurch in spasms to gateposts. The bright eyed Angelian would look back towards her bag. Maybe she should continue on. She hadn’t felt this awkward and out of place since she was much younger.
When he’d speak much calmer, Sarai would be taken off guard. His voice was steady and he was bowing to her. Putting a hand to her hip, she’d watch him in confusion. “I don’t have a title?” She’d say aloud, her confusion all that more obvious. He was still odd. Still looking away from her and touching himself. The blonde didn’t know how to take it. It was all so very strange.
He’d ask for the spar and she’d grin. It wasn’t as bright as normal, but still there. She was trying to bounce back into herself. “I wouldn’t want you to upchuck on me if you get too close. I may be hauling meat, but I don’t want to smell like discarded dinner.”
"It's...It's a habit." he claimed, referring to the title he gave Sarai. He had a habit of adding "Lady" to a girl's name as a sign of respect no matter the age. Of course, if they weren't fans of it, he wouldn't mind dropping it, but even then he would tend to still say it by mistake. "If you don't wish for me to call you that, then I will stop." he claimed, a small smile now developing on his face. It seems that the hybrid has recovered from his awkward reaction. His intention wasn't to offend, or hurt the blonde in anyway. This kissing thing was just new territory to him which could be pretty embarrassing considering that a lot of people way younger have already explored such a thing.
Now, Marcel was truly ready for that spar Sarai brought up a bit earlier. He wanted an up close look at these mysterious holy like powers she has, he wanted to see how they worked, but he also just couldn't pass down a spar. The blonde then began to tease him again, causing the hybrid's confident smirk to shift into a slightly embarrassed frown. "It...It wasn't...." Marcel gritted his teeth some as he tried getting the words out, stand back up from his stance. "It's....It's not like I....found it unsatisfying....o-or anything like that...." his cheeks once again illuminated as he managed to gt the words out hesitantly, glancing away once again. "It was just....It came out of nowhere...and over in a flash..." he claimed before rubbing the side of his shoulder. "My....experience with this is just....really minimum...." he said in a much lower tone, embarrassed by the truth.
"We should...we should get to the fight, yes?" he claimed, slipping back into his stance, cheeks still red, but a look of determination on his face.
A habit? Who called people Lady out of habit? Sarai certainly never had... Maybe it was where he grew up. She certainly didn’t have any habit of using proper names or titles on people. It seemed almost silly, especially if their name didn’t require it. However, it also didn’t particularly matter to her. The Angelian had a habit of calling people any sort of nickname when she felt like it. Marcel had been called Shadow time and time again. Was Lady all that different? To Sarai, no.
“No problem, bucko. You can call me pretty much anything you please!”
The grin and joy were returning steadily. Sarai slipping back into her normal demeanor now that the likelihood of him being disgusted by her in general was lessening. Who could hold a grudge for long anyway? It helped that Marcel looked better. More prepared for battle instead of slumping to the floor. Sarai could feel her blood pumping. They were going to have a spar! Her weight shifted back and forth on her feet. Even when he answered her, he wasn’t distracting her energy. Stutter stutter stutter. Blah blah blah. She was ready. Eventually the girl could hold herself back no longer, sprinting forward to clear the distance between them.
Her attack came between him saying his experience was really minimum and just before he would ask about the fight. She just couldn’t wait! Her aim was multiple. Three swift punches to his torso followed up by a knee to his abdomen. The grin on her face was undeniable, the blue eyes steady and focused as she awaited their time together. Marcel had made her day.
Well, it didn't seem like a certain blonde could wait any longer. Right when Marcel was attempting to explain himself to the woman, she suddenly came up on him, his eyes now widened by being taken off guard. He watched as she sent a small series of quick punches towards his torso, the first one causing him to gasp for air as the next two made him grit his teeth! Wow, this one was certainly anxious to fight....Which Marcel was actually happy to see. With that, the man's nervous nature faded, making way for a more challenging one as a smirk formed on his face.
It was on now.
The moment Sarai attempted to send her knee into Marcel's abdomen, the demonic Saiyan managed to turn around, and deflect it with his own knee, the two colliding with great force. Marcel looked into the blonde's eyes, with a more enjoyable expression on his face compared to the hesitant one he had last time he was this close to her face. When it came to fighting, Marcel was a different person for the most part, not letting certain things that bothers him get to him now. He was focused despite the rough beginning. In a more brutish fashion, Marcel attempted to grip Sarai's shoulders with his hands before bringing her closer in to an attempted headbutt. If that was successful, he'd push the woman off of him before dashing towards her with an attempt to send a fist straight into her stomach before sliding behind her to bash an elbow into her back in hopes of making her fall over.
If this went successful, Marcel would stand behind Sarai with his arms crossed as he looked down at her. "You know, it is a bit rude to interrupt others when they are speaking, Lady Sarai...." he claimed with a smirk, but his tone was not at all disappointed, but rather enjoyable, a bit enthusiastic even. He really loved to battle. Those Saiyan genes of his certainly made sure of that.
One hit. Two hit. Three hit. YEA. With each point of contact from her fists the girl was more energized, more ready to continue. Her blood was pumping through her veins, her muscles were on fire. This was her fun and her world. She felt the chest cave just slightly on impact, the air rushing from his lungs followed by him desperately trying to refill them. Her expression didn’t overly turn serious, there was obvious joy upon her face. With each throw and each movement she was at home as anyone could ever be.
What spurred her onward was his expression. Not completely focused on any one specific thing, but more him as a whole, the blonde would take note of the change. The smirk. The confidence. He slammed his leg into hers, throwing off her strike and her balance somewhat. She shifted the foot that was still on the ground, turning to keep in line with where her knee was pushing momentum. The female’s hands were still slightly raised, though Marcel proved quite fast. His hands on her shoulders, she attempted to grab him in return. Hands against his face and one thumb beneath the jaw to try and catch his forward thrust of his head. The blonde would use his weakness, that was of no consequence to her.
Catching his head and removing some of that horrible force that would give her a headache, she’d plant one on him again. Except, he more caused it. Him colliding with her in an almost painful way. That, or Sarai totally missed and they got their faces slammed together. Regardless of that which panned out, if he would throw her backwards she would be thrown. She hadn’t avoided his grab. Stumbling a bit with the changed foot positions, she’d try to regain her steadiness as quickly as possible. That excited grin on her face wouldn’t fade even when she’d be struck. If Marcel had indeed continued forward, not being delayed by a possible second kiss, she’d be hit in the stomach.
However, she knew that most that could fight would have another trick to pull besides one hit. Marcel was continuing past her. So, Sarai planted her feet and pushed hard off the ground. At him. His hand might have still been buried in her stomach, to which the blonde would try and grab. Jumping at him and pulling his body to her via arm (possibly) she’d attempt to body check him and shove her shoulder into his torso.
Things were going as planned it seems! Despite those punches to the chest, Marcel was able to block to the initial knee attack Lady Sarai intended for his abdomen before proceeding to clench her shoulders with his hands. With a confident smirk, the man attempted to throw his head forward to headbutt the woman, hopefully daze her some, but instead the blonde caught him by the face, both hands on each cheek, and a thumb resting on his chin. It seems that she was intending to weaken the headbutt some by doing this which unfortunately appeared to be a success....with an added bonus.
Whether it was Lady Sarai's intention, or not, the two would find themselves locking lips once again, this time possibly by mistake. However, Marcel didn't give the reaction, the peppy blonde was probably waiting for. His eyes widened some from surprise, but they would slowly lower half way before closing entirely. For about a few seconds, the hybrid attempted to keep her right there, his hands still on her shoulders before opening those crimson eyes of his back up, proceeding to throw her off of him like he originally intended. A rather interesting action that might have thrown the woman off guard. There was just something about battling that changed Marcel some temporarily, making him more confident, and energetic even. Though, there was no time to be focusing on this. Law was still in a spar, and he intended on winning, or at least giving Lady Sarai a hard time!
After pushing her off, Marcel proceeded to dash at her, feet off the ground, and with a determined look in his eyes. He sent that punch straight into his opponent's stomach without second thought before attempting to get around her, but it seemed that wasn't going to happen as Lady Sarai managed to grab the very arm belonging to the fist that punched her, and grabbed the man closer in much to his surprise. This would lead to yet another very painful attack to his chest this time by her shoulder. Law's eyes squinted shut as he grunted in pain, but with his free hand, he rose it into the air before balling it into a fist, and attempted to send it crashing down at the back of his foe's head with enough force to possibly send her head downwards. If that was successful, he would proceed to rise a knee up, intending to slam it into her face which may lead to throwing her head upwards this time!
Marcel wasn't playing around. He wanted to make sure to give her a challenge!
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