Post by Jagaimo on Jul 7, 2023 12:23:57 GMT -5
Finding the title of ownership for the place was taking far longer than she had hoped but if she ignored that little matter for a few moments she was quite proud of her work. Her presence in this area of the District had scared away quite a few of the smaller gangs that had begun to crop up and the larger groups steered clear. There was nothing worth stealing from the property she had taken up residence in and smashing the place up was starting to get costly in terms of manpower.
So for the most part they left her alone to get one with her task at hand.
Jagaimo had gutted the entirety of the old bar, piles of old broken furniture hauled out back and left for now until she could work out where to get rid of it all, so all she was left with was the old bar counter and an empty shell. She’d taken over the old man's old quarters out back and an unused bedroll was pretty much the only comfort she’d allowed herself…save for a basin of water that she made sure to fill fresh every morning. The bedroll still looked almost brand new.
Her meeting recently with Vocado...Captain Vocado she needed to remind herself…had driven home that she needed to take better care of herself, and despise not being vain in her appearance she knew that she’d spent the last few months looking like some homeless victim roaming the streets in a dirty cloak and torn clothes. He’d given her lodgings up in the Palace district but she just couldn’t bring herself to stay there…besides punching out some loud mouthed self proclaimed Elite Saiyan noble had increased tensions and she was worried she’d have to kill someone if they called for a holmgang or some other such ancient tradition to satisfy their honour.
The easiest part had been getting the Brawl Hole back up to standard, dragging out loose boulders and trash to clear the arena floor in the bottom of the 30 foot deep pit and then hauling tonnes of sand from the wastes back to carpet the bottom of the pit. She’d added a few areas of her own, some simple sparring circles above ground, a few storage lockers for equipment she’d manage to gather. She was hoping to turn the place into more than just a venue for pit fights…as much as she liked them herself…and more into somewhere others could come to train and practice skills they had learned, hopefully from all over the universe.
It was why she’d invested a chunk of Zeni into what looked like 4 old school Saiyan battle armours with the shoulders guards removed…chest piece, wrist guards and boots finished up each set. The Tuffle she’d got them from had tried to explain how they worked but she’d stopped really paying attention when the science talk started...microscopic dwarf star alloy flecks embedded in different quantities in the various weights that could be slipped into compartments on the battle gear. Whatever that all meant they worked like a charm. She’d already set up one suit for herself today, tweaking it until the weight was such that she felt she could move with only a fraction of her initial power. It was an interesting feeling to know you had power but it was being used just to compensate against the weight and allow you to move, she was slower for sure but it was so restrictive she could still run, jump and roll with relative ease.
The young Saiyan woman was already dripping with sweat in the midday heat as she moved equipment around the edge of the training yard, an old battle skin suit, cut off at the knees and shoulders worn under the weighted armour. Dust clung to her hair and skin giving everything a faded red tinge…
She’d already put out word on the streets of the District that the Brawl Hole would be open for fighters to practice and train but until she had the deed no sanctioned matches would be taking place…and she couldn’t serve them anything more than some cool refreshing water…
So for the most part they left her alone to get one with her task at hand.
Jagaimo had gutted the entirety of the old bar, piles of old broken furniture hauled out back and left for now until she could work out where to get rid of it all, so all she was left with was the old bar counter and an empty shell. She’d taken over the old man's old quarters out back and an unused bedroll was pretty much the only comfort she’d allowed herself…save for a basin of water that she made sure to fill fresh every morning. The bedroll still looked almost brand new.
Her meeting recently with Vocado...Captain Vocado she needed to remind herself…had driven home that she needed to take better care of herself, and despise not being vain in her appearance she knew that she’d spent the last few months looking like some homeless victim roaming the streets in a dirty cloak and torn clothes. He’d given her lodgings up in the Palace district but she just couldn’t bring herself to stay there…besides punching out some loud mouthed self proclaimed Elite Saiyan noble had increased tensions and she was worried she’d have to kill someone if they called for a holmgang or some other such ancient tradition to satisfy their honour.
The easiest part had been getting the Brawl Hole back up to standard, dragging out loose boulders and trash to clear the arena floor in the bottom of the 30 foot deep pit and then hauling tonnes of sand from the wastes back to carpet the bottom of the pit. She’d added a few areas of her own, some simple sparring circles above ground, a few storage lockers for equipment she’d manage to gather. She was hoping to turn the place into more than just a venue for pit fights…as much as she liked them herself…and more into somewhere others could come to train and practice skills they had learned, hopefully from all over the universe.
It was why she’d invested a chunk of Zeni into what looked like 4 old school Saiyan battle armours with the shoulders guards removed…chest piece, wrist guards and boots finished up each set. The Tuffle she’d got them from had tried to explain how they worked but she’d stopped really paying attention when the science talk started...microscopic dwarf star alloy flecks embedded in different quantities in the various weights that could be slipped into compartments on the battle gear. Whatever that all meant they worked like a charm. She’d already set up one suit for herself today, tweaking it until the weight was such that she felt she could move with only a fraction of her initial power. It was an interesting feeling to know you had power but it was being used just to compensate against the weight and allow you to move, she was slower for sure but it was so restrictive she could still run, jump and roll with relative ease.
The young Saiyan woman was already dripping with sweat in the midday heat as she moved equipment around the edge of the training yard, an old battle skin suit, cut off at the knees and shoulders worn under the weighted armour. Dust clung to her hair and skin giving everything a faded red tinge…
She’d already put out word on the streets of the District that the Brawl Hole would be open for fighters to practice and train but until she had the deed no sanctioned matches would be taking place…and she couldn’t serve them anything more than some cool refreshing water…
Thread PL: 56,000 (Suppressed to 10,000 with Training Weights)
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Items: Training Weights
WC: 710
TWC: 710
Posts: 1