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Post by Majin Cajabe on May 21, 2009 2:49:45 GMT -5
He places his left hand on his right shoulder this time, and begins to move his right arm around to loosen its joints up a little, also. And then he relaxes, just like the last time with the other arm.
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Post by Majin Cajabe on May 21, 2009 2:53:04 GMT -5
He leans over to his left, while reaching over with his right arm, curving his body and stretching the muscles along the right side of his body out. And then he relaxes after this.
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Post by Majin Cajabe on May 21, 2009 2:53:35 GMT -5
Next, Cajabe leans over to his right, while reaching over with his left arm, curving his body and stretching muscles along the left side of his body out. And then he relaxes after this, just like before.
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Post by Majin Cajabe on May 21, 2009 2:54:37 GMT -5
Cajabe decides to pick up in to a jog again... "Ready any moment now..." The announcer seems to be a little busy with something, and the audience are half missing as they're off getting lunch...
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Post by Majin Cajabe on May 21, 2009 2:55:59 GMT -5
Cajabe cuts his jog off, and simply stands there, feeling a little irritated... "So it takes all this time for the last match, and now it's finally time for my match and there are MORE delays. Damn it."
OOC: Whee, postwhoring before I start work. Maybe I'll get to 10'400 at lunch.
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Post by Majin Cajabe on May 21, 2009 2:56:47 GMT -5
He shakes his head, and decides to get back to stretching and warming up... dropping to the floor and sitting down, he extends his left leg out and leans over reaching out to his toes... and then beyond.
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Post by Majin Cajabe on May 21, 2009 2:57:42 GMT -5
Seems Cajabe's stretching his legs now. Yes, such pointless posts these are. Anyway, so he does the same thing stretching his right leg, next. And then he stands up. The match is still not ready to start yet.
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Post by Majin Cajabe on May 21, 2009 2:58:57 GMT -5
His expression turns a little bitter, he gazes around, and it finally hits him... "The audience... where'd they all go?! Don't they want to see me fight?!" I guess after how long the last match took, they needed a break... like I said; lunch.
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Post by Majin Cajabe on May 21, 2009 7:20:04 GMT -5
Cajabe lets out a slight 'tsch' sound, and decides to keep going with his warm ups... He unleashes a few light flurries at the air, first with his right fist, and then with his left. "I'm bored."
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Post by Majin Cajabe on May 21, 2009 7:21:03 GMT -5
Not realizing it, but Cajabe is almost strong enough to use the Mirror Image technique, now... and it wasn't long ago that he learned After Image... but he's obliviously punching the air half-assedly.
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Post by Majin Cajabe on May 21, 2009 7:22:44 GMT -5
"I wonder if that kid really is stronger than me... that wouldn't be good... maybe he can even fly already. Damn, I want to know how to fly. But I'm not even done learning how to master the ground yet..." Still punching the air out of boredom.
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Post by Majin Cajabe on May 21, 2009 7:23:54 GMT -5
With every swing Cajabe makes of his fists, no matter how little effort he's putting in to them, they are actually inching him closer and closer to his next rise in speed. He should be glad the audience took a break, not mad. Be thankful, Cajabe.
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Post by Majin Cajabe on May 21, 2009 7:24:09 GMT -5
If Cajabe could sense ki, he would understand that he'll need all the training he can possibly scrape out of this situation, because Couric just seems far too high above him. Maybe he will be literally above him at some point, too, considering he can... fly, y'know.
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Post by Majin Cajabe on May 21, 2009 7:26:43 GMT -5
But Cajabe won't learn how to sense ki yet... he's just boxing the air out of boredom, waiting for the damn match to be able to start, while unknowingly getting closer to the Mirror Image technique. "Booooring..."
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Post by Majin Cajabe on May 21, 2009 7:27:39 GMT -5
"Is this match gonna start yet?" Cajabe asks, but the announcer isn't paying attention... he's talking to some of the people who work here... "Damnit... if I wouldn't be disqualified for my methods, I'd do something out of anger right now..."
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Post by Majin Cajabe on May 21, 2009 7:29:12 GMT -5
He lets out an irritated sigh, and then strikes the air with his right leg... sidekick attack! Wow that was lame. But he's annoyed, and there's nothing else for him to do. He kicks the air a few more times with the same leg.
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Post by Majin Cajabe on May 21, 2009 7:30:47 GMT -5
After balancing on his left leg for a while and doing these random sidekicks, Cajabe hops up and switches to balancing on his right leg and kicking with his left. So, yes, sidekick attack... right leg version! Did it need to be said? At least Cajabe's not saying nor thinking such a lame attack name.
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Post by Majin Cajabe on May 21, 2009 7:31:30 GMT -5
Cajabe doesn't realize, as he kicks at the air, that there really is a lame kick attack out there, but it's called... 'Dynamite Kick'. If he knew about that attack, he'd probably laugh, but then again, he might get owned by that attack in the near future.
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Post by Majin Cajabe on May 21, 2009 7:32:43 GMT -5
Cajabe finishes his kick warm-up thingy, and folds his arms, standing there looking rather impatient... "Just how long until the majority of the audience return to their damn seats, huh?" He growls, and a vein thickens in his forehead.
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Post by Majin Cajabe on May 21, 2009 7:33:50 GMT -5
"I swear, if I'm pushed too far, I'm going to tear down these audience stands and everyone in them!" Yeah, he's not feeling too happy about waiting even more... but no worries, Mirror Image will be within his grasp any second now.
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Post by Majin Cajabe on May 21, 2009 7:36:10 GMT -5
He goes quiet now, and decides to walk in to position, facing Couric... "He's still so spaced out... how is such a moron so powerful?" He really doesn't understand it... Couric is better than him.
OOC: End of surprise postwhoring during lunchtime.
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Post by unholylssj on May 21, 2009 11:00:27 GMT -5
Couric simply yawned, having heard Cajabe speak earlier. He drew his hands up, stretching out a bit to loosen up his joints before looking towards his fellow Saiyan.
/This guy really believes he can win...Heh, then this should be a bit difficult if I keep my weights on.../ The young Saiyan noted, considering the possibilities at hand. /Let's see.../
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Post by unholylssj on May 21, 2009 11:03:20 GMT -5
/Hmmm...When I ran into him on Vegeta, he was trying to learn Final Impact, so he's got that one trick up his sleeve.../ Couric noted, reaching a hand up to his neck and cracking it a little bit, feeling somewhat stiff in the joints at the moment.
/What else...? What else would this guy possibly use..?/
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Post by unholylssj on May 21, 2009 11:06:34 GMT -5
/He really seems to get pissed off easily...so...he probably knows a really strong technique that breaks through the defenses or something like that.../ Couric clenched and unclenched his fist a few times as though he were holding one of those stress balls they handed out at a therapist's office.
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Post by unholylssj on May 21, 2009 11:09:48 GMT -5
/Then again...even if it did seem like it took all of his effort, he kept himself from fighting me on Vegeta...so maybe he has a varied set of techniques or something.../ He clenched his fists once more, the knuckles making a little bit of a crack sound. Couric drew his right arm back to his side while his left remained extended outwards, fist still clenched.
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Post by unholylssj on May 21, 2009 11:11:57 GMT -5
/All I really need to do is get him pissed off and the match should break down from there...Doesn't seem like he'd be good at all at calming himself down once he got really mad./ Couric punched the air, restraining his speed a good bit so he didn't give any hints to his true strength to Cajabe, left arm drawn back at his side, right now extended outwards, fist clenched.
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Post by unholylssj on May 21, 2009 11:13:59 GMT -5
/And I know that that one technique'll definitely rile him up if I use it...After all, to quote the guy who taught it to me, it makes your opponent wanna kick you right in the balls thanks to the pain./ Couric punched once more with his left, drawing his right hand back. He wasn't using up all that much stamina, but meh...he'd be prepared when the match came no matter what.
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Post by unholylssj on May 21, 2009 11:15:17 GMT -5
/And even after this match is done, I still have to wait for another fight before I can go again...Maybe there's a chance I could get back to one of the areas where presences are disappearing and take care of the trouble myself../ He considered.
Right, left, right, left, right, left, right, left, right.
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Post by unholylssj on May 21, 2009 11:17:55 GMT -5
/Seems like the audience is returning...Guess it's time for my fight to begin./ Couric glanced towards Cajabe, deciding to finally speak.
"I really hope you're not still hanging onto that belief that you're gonna crush me. Cause if you are, then you'll be really disappointed, Cabbage." Intentional screw up on the name. That should rile him up a little bit. He had stopped punching.
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Post by Majin Cajabe on May 21, 2009 11:30:40 GMT -5
"WHY DO PEOPLE KEEP GETTING MY NAME WRONG?" Cajabe screams, turning to Couric.
The announcer calls the start of the fight, and Cajabe immediately leaps forward at Couric, vanishing. An elbow would come crashing down for the top of Couric's skull... and Cajabe has no idea that Couric hates people resting their elbows on his head, but what about crashing their elbows on his head? Following this, Cajabe would swing a powerful knee strike right for the boy's spine, and then a chop to the back of the neck, finished with him placing his palm to the back of Couric's skull and releasing a ki blast as point blanc as possible.
OOC: Hafta shower, will pick up later.
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