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Jade lifted her head up slighlty, looking through the droplets falling from the dark sky towards the approaching figure of Deity. He was probably one of the few who knew where to find her, and one of the only to come out and see her. This though, she didn't mind in the least. Jade wanted only few to know she was out here, and to have those few be those she trusted most of all.

A soft smile spread across the girls face as her love landed in front of her, feeling the ledge shudder just slightly upon his impact with it. She remained silent for a moment, snuggling into the warmth of the large jacket he put around her. It was welcome, considering it'd have been a while yet until she had the energy to get herself into shelter. By then she'd have been soaked to the bone.

She looked up into his eyes, blinking her own free of the rain. "You've always managed to have good timing....y'know that Love...?"

*Two half-transparenst twinkling orbs of dark purple matter slowly cork-screw they're way from the top of the moutain, slipping through the rock and into the center where the massive heap of rock has been hollowed out to form a sanctuary for a cave-man. The two orbs silently hovered down to the middle of the main viewing room. They hit the floor with not so much as the sound of a pin dropping, causing the entire room to be flooded with a near-blinding light. The flash quickly faded and Soneko was standing in the center of the room. Soneko was unfamiliar with this place, but it seemed suitable. He looked to his right, then to his left. He was right handed, so he figured he'd try that way first. He walked to the door and open. The door had hardly been open for a second before Soneko shut the door and turned on his heel.*

Nope...

*He headed straight ahead, to another door. This one would take him to where he needed to go. He opened the door to find a staircase.*

If I wanted to become the ********' stairmaster, I'd go to a gym!

*He snarled to himself. He headed down the stairs to enter what looked to be an arena. Lights shining down on a ring....Of course it was. He headed straight for it, noting the seating arrangement out of the corner of his eyes. He stepped up onto to rocky structure and lifted himself up onto his toes and came back down a few times, almost as if testing if it were sturdy. He had no idea why he did it. He stepped a few more feet forward and looked at the other edge of the arena. He smirked to himself and raised his right hand, fingers jetting up to the ceiling. A small dark purple spark sputtered a few times before a purple flame ignighted in the palm of Soneko's hand. It danced around swaying back and forth as if there were a slight wind disturbing it's peace. Then, it shot from Soneko's palm and headed towards the other side of the arena. It slowly began to fall towards the ground like a pitcher had just thrown a sinker. It smashed into the ground, but there was no explosion. The ground where the fire had hit was aflame and was growing rapidly. It swayed violently until it's height reached six feet. A sillohuete could be seen in the middle of the flame. The figure stepped out of the flame just as it quickly died down until there was no longer a single trace of any existance have ever been there. The figure stood at six feet, long purple hair all around just reaching passed his chin. He wore a midnight black tank-top and a netted shirt over it. He had two light purple jagged marks jetting horizontally parrallel of eachother on each cheek. He wore a black headband firmly tied just above his eyes, though it was hair to notice past the hair that was hanging over his face. An old pair of black torn up jeans seemed to be suitable for a fight. Loose, breezy and not in the least bit were they stiff, giving excellent movement. His black boots appeared to be worth a good ten pounds each: a child's weight, of course. This was Soneko...Or at least a shadow of him. He often used this little trick for a spar. He'd only used it once in battle before, but that was just for toying with an opponent who was hardly even woorth a fight. The two Sonekos looked at eachother, each giving a smirk. The shadow was a mere blur in Soneko's eyes, but his nose helped him.The scent was above him and coming down fast. He waited until the perfect time to move. He counted to himself.*

Three, two, one...

*He jetted to his left, hearing a crash to his right, the shadow must have gone too rough. Sure, Soneko would be able to escape if the moutain were to fall down on him, but still. The shadow needed to watch what he was doing. Sure, he wasn't using his full force, but too many more blows could still cause something to collapse. Soneko dashed to his right. Only two short strides and he was there. He bent his knees and placed his hands flat on the ground, then leaped forward to his standing shadow. He made contact with his opponent and quickly gripped his shirt. The contact had caused the shadow's feet to leave the ground and send him hurdling backwards, his body parrallel with the ground, while the real Soneko was crouching on his chest. Soneko felt a hand grip his left wrist. He raised his right hand and clenched it into a fist, then thrust it downward to make a crushing contact with the shadow's jaw, but the girp on his wrist didn't loosen. Soneko entended his legs hastily, slamming his opponent to the ground with a crash, causing his wrist to be broken free and giving him enough lift to summersault once through the air and land in a crouching position as he skidded to a stop. He quickly stood up and turned behind him to see a small crater in the arena floor, his shadow resting there, not moving.*

*The fight had been going for only a day, but Soneko was beginning to get bored. He knew everything there was, after all, he was facing an opponent who's fighting style was his own....He was fighting a slightly weaker version of himself, and it got old quick. He had his share of battle marks all over his body; His torn up close were now in worse condition, he had dried blood clinging to his face and arms, fresh blood dripping from his nose, lips and a few places on his face where he'd been sliced. But even if he were to end it now, he'd had a pretty good warm up, but not enough to actually get stronger. He'd need a real opponent in order to do that. Or perhaps he could go to the training facility. Whatever the case may be, his shadow was flying at him moving at a rather slow speed. Soneko could have easily countered the upcoming attack. He supposed the shadows being weaker also meant it had less stamina as well. He shrugged to himself. Just as his shadow was about to land a punch directly on his left cheek, it burst into the same fire in which it came from, disappearing.*

If only it were always that easy....

*Soneko ran both hands across his face to get the sweat to stop tickling him as it dripped down. He decided that he'd head to the hotspring here. When he'd opened the door his could smell the moisture and himidity coming from somewhere in there. It had to be a hot spring of some sort. He sighed and headed toward the staircase that would lead him to the main room. His boots clunked heavily against the ground, causing an echo to float through the staircase. He reached the top of the stairs and opened the door. He reached behind himself and shut the door behind him before he headed straight toward the door across the room. He opened the door and headed to where the staircase was ((I'm assuming there's a staircase since it says that the springs are underground)) and headed down. The further down he went, the warmer and more humid it got. It was already starting to feel halfway refreshing. He reached the bottom of the staircase to see plants surrounding a spring. He watched the steam radiate off of the water. He slipped off his netted top, tank top, headband, and his gloves. He reached down, unbuckled his boots, slid them off, his socks following. Leaving his pants on, he stepped into the warm pool and sat down at the edge, resting his arms on the rock behind him. He leaned his head back and closed his eyes.*

((O_o Wha...?))

((GTB and TS? I'm confused on what those stand for. I was referring to the fight that Soneko was having with his shadow...It was only going on for a day...))

((I wish I was in some kind of tournament, but that one'd be too much for my character, I'm afraid...))

(...Seems like it's been a while since someone was in here. Almost a year. Oh well.)

The moon above was already halfway through waning back to nothing, it's remaining light casting shadows around the cracks and angles of the mountain range. The training facility was dark and dusty, abandoned and forgotten for nearly a year. The figure of Caine stood on top of the glass-domed building, looking down through the panes at the forgotten arena. His dual colored eyes scanned the inside, his lip curling up slightly in disgust.

"Feh, they go through all the trouble of making this place, and forget about it.....typical." He paused for a moment as something caught his gaze for a second. "......bet the food in the fridges is spoiled beyond belief too....."

The Saiya-jin Commander shrugged it off, and looked back up to the Moon above with slightly narrowed eyes against the light. The only reason he was on this backwater planet again was because he was visiting his girl and children. But staying in the Moon Kingdom was out of the question for him. Caine couldn't stand the royal know-it-alls, and felt bad for ditching Merena to them. But she was a princess born, and had to deal with it. Maybe tomorrow he'd pull his children away from their sitters and let them get dirty and everything, and Merena too if he could get her away from the advisors.

As much as he enjoyed his family, he was still a warrior at heart, and thrilled at the thought of going back to Orion to continue training his troops. He couldn't be away for long, which didn't bother him in the least. Quite a few had shown some potenial, while others simply wouldn't never rise above foot soldier. Still, there were a few Caine had ear-marked as possible unit commanders. THey knew how to take orders, but also how to adapt and think for themselves. Others only were good for taking orders, but not like that was a bad thing.

Just look at Cado. Huge brute, not the brightest of lights, but simple. Perfect for ordering around and knowing that they'll be carried out. S'way he's become the girls shadow, after all.

Caine had seen Ren on the rare occasion, but hadn't really made a point of getting to know her or anything. She wasn't his responsibility, so why make the effort?

His thoughts would have continued down their wandering road, but the winds that raced up the sides of the mountain carried a pair of voices to him.

"Don, I can't see the bottom anymore!"
"We're almost to the top, Jake, I know it!"

The Saiya-jin, his attention drawn away from his thoughts, turned towards the direction of the voices, from where the stairs carved in the mountain face to lead a person to the facility started.

As lightly as a feather, Caine floated in the air above the edge, and peered into the darkness below. Still quite a distance down, the glow of two headlamps flashed around against the side of the mountain face. How foolish to go climbing in the dark, but perhaps for a human, they were just so slow that they started in the daylight and had only made it that far.

With a cold smirk, Caine gathered a small amount of red ki into his right hand, and casually threw it towards the edge of the rock. Even a small amount had a large impact, and blew the mountain edge apart, sending an avalanche down upon the hapless climbers.

Still, the Saiya-jin was able to discern their screams from the rumble of rubble. What a pity they chose to climb when he was there.