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Roll + 10: Arin acclimatizing to weights DC: 15
Success: 4/2/10

And Arin's pride won out over her temporary weakness. She wouldn't let something as pitiful as one thousand pounds restrict her freedom. She would never be so weak. The saiyan Queen continued to walk toward the training wing, where she would begin work on a new technique. A potentially life-threatening idea that just might make the difference in a fight.

Hp: 87/123
Kp:81/81

do you remember that stiff right to the face that Tora got earlier? it's De'ja Vu all over again. this time, the punch knocked him out. Rota stood over his fallen brother. pissed as hell. "do you ever shut the ******** up?" he walked away from the crumpled Tora, back into his own portion of his psyche, which Tora couldn't follow him into. Rota sat on the ground, back in the blinding white hallways of his mind."I've got to make this right. I need to apologize to Arin."

Hp: 117/123
Kp:81/81

Rota was pacing forwards and backwards in his mind for minutes thinking this through, and then he stopped. "It's the only way. that's the only method I can think of to make this right." He created a door way back out of his head, stepped through it, and subsequently destroyed it on exodus.

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Hp: 123/123
Kp:81/81

once the tank had drained, Rota opened his eyes. he looked at the skin around his wrist. it was heavily scarred from the ki blast that arin caused, and now the symbols for 'Slayer' and 'Repent' were forever burned into his arms. It's not enough though.this only apologizes to Aki for the burns. Rota looks over at a counter, and sees a new shirt. it is exactly the same as his old one that was burned away by the flames, and on top of the shirt were his bracers. he ignored them for now, and focused on the numerous drawers in the room, searching for the exact thing he needed...and found it. he lifted the scalpel parallel to his body, so he could look at the finely honed blade. "and this is the start of my apology to you, lady Arin." he buries the blade of the scalpel in his left eyebrow untill it hits the skull, and then proceeds to rip it diagonally to the bottom of his right cheek.

Hp: 109/123

blood dripped from his open wound onto the floor of the medbay. the violent slash left a strip of red across the wall. he cleaned up the mess, and asked kindly. "Alice, could you patch up this wound for me? but keep the scar."

Roll + 10: Arin acclimatizing to weights DC: 15
Success: 5/3/10
success/failure/fail with pushup/required


And Arin was pissed. She hit the floor. Hard. She stood up and brushed herself off, completely abandoning the push-ups and discarding the memory of ever having done them. She paced toward a rack of clothes and began perusing the merchandise. She found a gi that she liked very much. A dark purple deep-v-collared gi with a black obi. It went perfectly with the weighted black shirt. The whole outfit weighed hardly more than her normal saiyan armor and bodysuit, but she liked it much more. It set her apart from the saiyans on Nexum. She could blend in better with everyone else, instead of looking like a saiyan who stands out. She opted for keeping her tail concealed in the loose cloth under the obi, wrapped tightly around her waist. No one can grab it if they think that I lost it. Her pride could take the momentary suffering at being called a tailless saiyan. She would get her vengeance soon enough, anyway.

Roll + 10: Arin acclimatizing to weights DC: 15
Success: 7/3/10
success/failure/required


She was getting used to the weight, it seemed, although she didn't think she could overcome this weight like gravity. She would be able to function, yes, but she knew she would be restricted no matter how long she wore them, but she felt that any extra edge would be worth it. And lowering her powerlevel until she needed to bring it out and shock her enemies was definitely worth it.