silverworld | ~ 38 [Written / Action]

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I hope all the new arrivals have been settling in nicely.

If I may have your attention for a moment, I'd like to introduce myself. My name is Gelda Nebilim and I'm one of the teachers at the local school. Classes are in session from 9 am to 2:30 pm. We offer a variety of courses, which you may have seen in the guide, but I'll be happy to explain more about them.

If you'd like to register as a student, you're welcome to stop by and take the placement exam with us, for subjects such as Math, Science and Composition. We also encourage adults and students alike to attend the World Sharing classes, as well as the Music and Magic classes, which are open to everyone so we can get to know one another better, and learn more about the respective worlds we come from.

For now, I'll gladly answer any questions you may have.

[OOC: The Luceti School community can be found here, and signing your character up as a student OOCly can be done right here!]

[Action]

[Anyone passing by house #27 on this lovely Sunday afternoon will find Gelda outside in the snow. She's building snowmen in her yard. It starts with just one, but another soon follows. And another. And another...

It may seem strange for a grown woman to be building an army of snowmen, but she just can't stop herself. The snow is having a profound effect on her. It's comforting to be outside in the numbing cold, keeping herself busy with something she used to do in Keterburg all the time. There won't be any extreme differences between the snowmen. They'll all look like your average, pebble-smiled jolly men, with vases for hats and scarves that Gelda knitted herself.]

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[... Definitely childish.]

Forgive me if my assumption is mistaken, but you are a grown man. There is no need for you to behave in this manner.

Hmph. Well. Come to think of it, maybe I do hate snowmen. [He gives you his best villain glower, before reaching down to pick up one of the scarves. He looks at it, one eyebrow raised.]

[What's with that eyebrow raise? Gelda worked very hard on that scarf, okay. She thinks it is a very nice one.]

Then perhaps you need to go back inside until the snow melts. I suspect there will be many more in the village before long.

[Well. Ok, it kind of is. Vegeta's actually thinking of keeping it. Maybe the woman will like it. 8|a]

Don't think you can order me around. [Is he pocketing that scarf?] I'll do what I like. Tell me: What is your name, human?

[T-the scarf! Gelda has plenty more, but that's not the point. Not everything in Luceti is free for the taking.]

Gelda Nebilim. And I will take that scarf back now. A rude demeanor is no excuse for thievery.

Go ahead. I could use a laugh.

[And his ego could use a bruising. :I]

... You're challenging me to use force?

[He's serious? ... Seriously?]

If you're serious about getting this scarf back.

[Yes. Sob.]

[As tempted as Gelda is to teach this man a lesson, she's long since learned that no good comes from violence. Especially not over something as irrelevant as a scarf.]

... Keep it, then.

[His expression fell faster than you can say "Super Saiyan". He could've sworn your ki was...!]

I'd rather have the fight. [But he's not exactly rushing to give the scarf back either.]

Why are you so determined to fight?

To test myself. [...] Why are you so determined not to?

Because something tells me it isn't only a friendly spar you are searching for.

A good guess, I suppose. I was simply looking for a distraction. And for a moment there... [he looks at you meaningfully]... I thought I'd found it.

But it looks like I'm destined to be disappointed once again.

[He got the impression that she was a good distraction from watching her build snowmen? ... No, there must be more to it.]

If it's a challenge you're searching for, I suggest you pay a visit to the Battle Dome. It can be programmed to your liking.

[Well, his original intentions were to use his bad mood to bully some weak human by insulting, provoking, and/or reducing them to tears, but now it's changed somewhat. He's only ever met two types of fighters-- noisy, posturing weaklings... and The Quiet Ones. Guess which one he thinks you might be? 8|a]

The Battle Dome? I've heard of it. Though I'd rather have a real fight any day.

[Oh, so Gelda's similar to Piccolo? That sounds about right.]

There may be other villagers who are willing to spar with you, so long as it remains just that. A spar. [She'd even offer herself, if only Vegeta would ask nicely and promise not to get carried away.]

If such a thing isn't to your liking, the Battle Dome is the only option left for you.

I sense nothing but weakness in this pathetic village. [A few strong auras here and there but nothing overly threatening. But after today he might pay them a visit, just in case. Wouldn't want to miss out on a challenge after all.] I'm not the kind of person who waits for miracles to happen.

Miracles, hm? Either you give yourself too much credit, or you will need to lower your expectations. ...There aren't many residents who place that much importance on physical strength.

Disappointing, but I can't say I'm surprised. [...] I grow tired of this conversation, woman.

[Now that his temper's gone and you refuse to fight him, you've stopped being interesting. He looks around carelessly, before looking at you like you're supposed to be entertaining him or something.]

Then, by all means, feel free to take your leave.

[If there's one thing Gelda can't stand, it's an arrogant and childish attitude like the one Vegeta is adopting right now. If he were to apologize later, she would gladly accept it and give him a second chance, but... There are some people who never change, and she knows that.]

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[action] buhh sorry for the late reply. could've sworn I'd answered this already ;;

[Action] Pfft, it's okay!