Good Morning!~

[koda]

>>|Early mornings sucked. If it were up to Anienne, there would be no such thing as 5 am. Of course, it wasn’t, and there was, but, she didn’t have to be happy about it. And…she wasn’t. Still, the brunette let her right hand stretch out from beneath the blankets first, the left soon to follow as a yawn stretched the pout of her mouth, a soft sigh escaping before it was capped with a growl. Sitting up, the covers fell around her waist, which were quickly flung to the side as she slipped her bare feet to the side, nimble tail quickly wrapping around her waist as she lifted a hand to rub at those deep blue eyes, still rimmed with sleep…or rather, the lack of sleep.

Turning her head to the left, she took a peek at the clock, again, another growl slipping passed her lips before she stood, bare feet padding across the floor, and towards her own closet, where a set of training clothes waited, neatly folded atop a shelf, with boots tucked beneath that. It was time to get up, and time to start the training for the day. It was quick and easy work, and one that had been well practiced, getting dressed. The shower always came after the training. She’d never seen the point in the people that took theirs in the morning, before the day started, and they got all dirty. She took hers at the end of the day.

She did, however, believe firmly, that ones mind must be focused, or the body would be useless. So, she took the next quarter hour to focus, sitting in the floor just beside her bed, with her legs crossed in the Lotus position, a hand resting atop each knee. It was like this, that she reached the place inside her that her strength dwell within. Memories, Hate, Love, Lust, Joy, Fear…all bundled into one like this, and she was able to pull away from that, with a deep sense of washing calm. At least, on the inside; On the outside, she was still as spiteful, and angry as ever. Proven, when she unwound herself from the seated position, and marched her way directly to Ren’s room.

Without so much as a knock, her right foot lifted, and kicked that solid door, quick and harsh, slamming it away on open. “Get up, get out of bed, get dressed, eat something, and come train with me…..Sir…..” Always the poet, Anienne was ever so gentle about standing in the doorway, and barking out an order. Of course….Ren was the only man she’d ever talk to in such a way…and by general comparison…..this was nice.<<|

[Rensou Hiruen]

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Moving this from beginner section to Saru City, so I can actually RP in it. xD First post by Anienne has already been graded.

[Rensou Hiruen]

The abrupt impact of foot against wooden door did nothing to stir Rensou Hiruen from a wondrous dream, in his mind he was fighting warriors a thousand times stronger than he. Each and every one rushed him with amazing speed and prowess, but he defeated them all as if they were but children. Then, that voice of Anienne's stirred the air and caused his nose to wrinkle with annoyance, she was always rising much too early to accomplish everything, it seemed, and Rensou had fallen asleep knowing she would stir him from his peaceful slumber this very morning. The male yawned, his agape mouth turning to a grin as she reluctantly called him “sir,” he specifically recalled asking her to simply refer to him as Rensou in the past. . .

. . .perhaps she did such things because she was adjusted to protocol and the like, or she could be attempting to grate at his nerves. Either way, where habit or aggravation attempt it bothered him naught. Rensou rolled his muscular, battle marked frame over in his bed, burying his face in his pillow. This was always his attempt at blocking Anienne out, and he answered her with muffled voice from the confines of the silken thing.

“Go away!” yelled the last of the Hiruen clan, taking hold of his pillow and squirming down underneath his covers so that he might hide lest she enter his room, as she was apt to do. Rensou sighed into his pillow, very much unprepared to begin the day with that Lieutenant of his whom he considered a friend more than anything. Her duties were paperwork and keeping the General informed, but she was mostly allowed to do as she pleased while the paperwork piled up. Other Saiyan would handle it. Ink and parchment was for workers, not warriors.

By this time, Rensou had returned to a slumber. . .though it was shallow, and if Anienne attempted to gain his attentions and actually get him out of bed in the near to immediate future, there was a slight chance he would rise. Rensou Hiruen had never been a morning person, and though he had tried to adjust to training sessions with the Lieutenant Aspera. Rensou had always went about his life in relative solitude, and though he certainly appreciated the company of the woman. . .there were times when he would prefer to return to his life in the slums fighting for his paychecks rather than directing the course of the forces of Planet Vegeta.

Anienne would certainly try to awaken the perpetually lazy Rensou, but would she succeed? Only time would tell, but for now. . .the man slept like undisciplined Saiyan he was.

[koda]

>>| Of course he wasn't going to simply roll out of bed. Why had she expected anything less than the gruff and unwelcome greeting? Truth be told, she hadn't. If it would have been any different, the Lieutenant might have been concerned. But no, this was perfectly normal, and so, would be, the ensuing response.

There was no leaving, nor going away, but instead, there was the steady beat of her feet against the ground as she approached the Generals bed, and with a quick hop, stood atop his mattress, a foot planted firmly on either side of his hips. " If you don't drag your sorry Saiyan ass out of bed, right now, I swear I will flip this mattress, with you on it, outside the bloody window."

She sank into the mattress, her typically light frame weighted down with those specialized weighted clothes Ren had requested she wear, claiming they aided with the strengthening of her muscles. She had indeed seen a difference since wearing them, and, took a secret joy in knowing that it made her all the more annoying when trying to wake him up. Because with each word, she bounced on the mattress stirring the male more and more from that slumber.

" I don't care if you're dreaming about a lake of naked whores. Get out of bed. We've things to do, and little time to do them. I'll flip the mattress in Five....Four....Three...Two...." The count down was a serious one. Ren knew that, as did anyone that had the misfortune of being trained by her hand. There was no gentleness in the femme, no motherly kindness, no boo boo kissing, cookie baking tenderness. Then again....That wasn't her style anyway.

Despite those womanly curves, and a face that seemed to welcome all that passed, Anienne was more tempted to ram a hot poker in your throat than lend a sympathetic ear. Ren had been the only person in her eyes that earned anything from her, other than the spiteful, hate-filled ways she was accustomed to. But, here was to hoping he listened, and didn't make her flip the bed, with him along for the ride, out the window.

[Rensou Hiruen]

The first warning stirred him not, know, this one slept much too deeply to be stirred by simple words. But, as she scaled atop his bed and set her feet to each of his hips. . .Rensou stirred, but moved not from his hiding position beneath the bedspread with face tightly clenched in his pillow. A groan rippled up from his throat that escalated into a Saiyan growl, but she had heard enough of those to know that it was but another of his empty threats. The lips of Anienne parted again, repeating her initial order for the third time. . .but this was only the second time Rensou had heard it.

“I don't care if you're dreaming about a lake of naked whores. Get out of bed. We've things to do, and little time to do them. I'll flip the mattress in five....four....three...two....” Excellent. She planned to get him out of bed by hurling him from it, and to compound matters further she had lowered herself to a sitting position atop his back and bounced. . .with Rensou's weighted bangles about her ankles and wrists, no less, which served to rock the bed harder and drive the oxygen from his lungs. Rensou attempted another snarl, but it only left him in a gasp as the air whipped past his lips much too quickly to actually vocalize into another menacing.

Milliseconds passed, and she was about to utter the number one. . .would she truly flip him from bed in an attempt to rouse him from this wonderful slumber? Honestly, no one but Rensou would wish to get up and accompany that coarse Saiyan woman anywhere, and her form of kindness she directed to he and only he was hardly kindness at all. And so, Rensou decided that she would, in fact, flip the mattress and he with it. “Fine,” he mumbled as best he could as the fateful instant arrived, but he had his own torment to deliver to her for the troubles she caused.

With a sudden burst of strength, Rensou set his arms beneath him and pushed upward from the bed, in a quick attempt to buck her mass off of his back and either onto the mattress, or worse, onto the floor itself. It was a better fate than being hurled out a window, but she would certainly be riled by it, no doubt. After he had succeeded in freeing himself of her whether she managed to maintain her position as Jockey or been sent flailing, Rensou would reluctantly pull himself from the relative comfort he so loved and slid one of those Saiyan bodysuits they all typically wore onto his frame, which would be completely nude. At any rate, Anienne knew very well he did not sleep clothed, and usually averted her eyes to such things.

Among complaining about his lack of decency and his choice to wear his clothes at least twice unwashed, among other things she complained about. She had issues with his sleeping, his lack of manners, and his lack of hygeine. Rensou could only hope she would have an issue with the way he had attempted to throw her from his back, whether it was successful or not.

[koda]

>>| wasn't terribly surprised by his sudden outburst, but, that didn't mean she had ample time to gather her balance. No, she was still growing accustomed to the way they threw off her balance. It was like relearning to walk, only heavier.

She managed to stay on for just enough time that when she did land on the floor, she at least did so gracefully, and managed to only let out a hint of that rare laughter. Rensou was always so dramatic, and sometimes it was a bit hard for her to not laugh at his antics.

Of course, that was quickly cut short, as he stood, naked as the day he was born. Those deep mystic blue orbs quickly looked down at away, as if by some method, the floor had sprouted 17 legs, and a purple mo hawk. She was giving a good effort to offer him privacy, something he seemed to care very little about.

"Y'know...It wouldn't kill you to bathe more...I mean, I understand that you think you're being manly, but really, you're just attracting flies. You should take a bath after training....it's unhealthy to be so dirty." she said, giving a soft shake of her head, dark locks framing her face for a moment, before she rose off the floor, turning her back to him as he quickly dressed.

While he was busy with that, she took time to quickly tie back her hair, pulling it away from her face in a quick knot. She'd learned a long time ago that it was the most annoying way to take a shot to the face, simply because your hair was in the way. She would have cut it off years ago, but left it long, only because that's what she thought women did. Had long hair. That, alongside those curves and obviously female parts, were really, the only thing to be considered ladylike about this particular Saiyan though.


"So, what runs will we be doing today?"

[Rensou Hiruen]

The nose of the male wrinkled as his lips sneered at her advice that he should practice a more healthy bathing regimen, but for a moment, and just a moment, he glanced to the floor in embarrassment at the idea he was attracting flies. Rensou slid his gloves over his hands, flexing the joints within his fingers and causing the leather things to sound out as they did under tension, shaking his head at the notions of Anienne. Women, always so obsessed with maintaining cleanliness, whilst Saiyan men were generally more concerned with pushing themselves to an absolute halting point in their efforts to attain more strength. Now, Rensou was shaking his head at his own opinion. . .Anienne certainly trained as hard if not harder than he, and it was commendable that she managed the energy to wash the sweat and grit of day to day toils away each and every day.

“I'll take one this afternoon,” Rensou decided, tossing his onyx mane as his head swiveled to focus his attentions on the woman whom had been as embarrassed by his nudity as he had her advice. Lieutenant Aspera had obviously been raised within a proper family, like Rensou himself would have been if not for their untimely deaths. Remnants of a gentleman among Saiyans occasionally reared within him, but more often the coarseness and general disregard for others overshadowed any courtesy he managed. By now, Anienne was working those deft and practiced digits to pull her hair back and tie it, an act Rensou himself did not require. Those dark strands had always and would always jut outward wildly, and though his bangs were long they did not and had never obscured his vision. “I'm finished,” he announced, standing there before her in his typical attire that was certainly gaudy and hardly matching.

“I 'unno,” and with the uncertain words he shrugged his shoulders within their respective sockets and shot a grin of mocking intent at the pretty Lieutenant. “I'd thought you'd have had that worked out already, seeing as you're the one rising me before the suns are up,” oh, Rensou, so lax and waning in your dedication to strength as of late. . .it's not like there's an intergalactic tyrant on the way to your planet as you loll in indecision. It was at that moment that his stomach growled quite audibly, and it was undoubted that Anienne would hear it.

“Breakfast would be my first choice.”

[koda]

>>| Heard his stomach roll, and couldn't help but shake her head with that one sided lift of her mouth. Breakfast, then we can practice aim drills." She began, her hands stuffing into her pocket, as her tail tip flickered at her waist, before she shifted her weight on her heel, and made her way passed the man. One of these days, he might actually show some restraint when getting dressed. Or maybe, he'd actually wake up on time, and she wouldn't have to drag him from the bed. It was like trying to raise the dead, when dealing with him. So, tell me, what do you want for breakfast Sir?"

[Rensou Hiruen]

“Sounds like a plan,” Rensou mused before he took his leave of the room with a quick, purposeful stride that only showed itself when the man was headed toward a confrontation or a meal, and in this case, it was the latter~ Anienne called after him as he descended the staircase, and he could only assume she had asked him what he wished to eat for breakfast before she would undoubtedly realize the brute was leaving her company if but for a moment and the conversation itself with such a rude exit. “I can handle it, Lieutenant,” the Saiyan male would shout back as he quickly pulled the refrigerator open and ingested the most handy foodstuffs located within it, raw or cooked, it mattered not – it was all sustenance, and the Saiyan race had a stomach cast from iron.

With all manner of grease and crumbs about his scarred face which was beginning to show signs of stubble, the last of the Hiruen clan continued to sate himself. . .making a thorough mess of the floor in addition to himself. When Anienne did arrive, she would see that “esteemed” General of hers with his chin in the air and a gallon of milk held to his lips as he greedily ignored the idea of a cup and instead opted to drink the container dry. Once that was accomplished, Rensou would toss the empty thing towards the wastebin and fold his arms over his broad chest and offer the attractive female a slanted pursing of his lips, or, more simply put, a smirk.

“Are you ready. . .?” he would question, in a newly found tone of annoyance as if it were Rensou whom had been the one to knock upon Anienne's door and threaten to toss her from her bed in an effort to get her to go train. As if he had averted his eyes when she'd stood, nude and uncaring for her state. The tone was no ruse, it was abundantly clear that it was Rensou whom now held Anienne responsible for the late start on today's session.

[koda]

>>| Her brows dropped in annoyance as she watched him, chugging along ahead of her to leave her behind. Fine then, if that was how he wanted it, so be it.
Of course, when she did stumble upon him in the kitchen, taking great gulps of the milk, she didn't hesitate to walk right up, and clap a hand on either side of the jug, effectively smooshing it before he had the chance to empty it all the way. She had known where this day would head. As everyday in his company had. Having long since learned not to take these things at heart, she simply reached into the fridge, and grabbed something to eat.
She didn't have much a care about what, and when she began to eat, she looked over the meal at him, and shook her head. She was much neater about it, and when she had finished, she cleared her mouth of debris, and wiped the counter off.
"No, we won't be going until you clean the filthy mess you've just made. General or not, you aren't a pig. Clean it up." And with that, the woman pushed a hand into her hair, and looked to him. For someone beneath him, she sure had a knack for disrespect.

[Rensou Hiruen]

Rensou's eyes went wide as his Lieutenant promptly smashed the jug between her hands, calling his mouth to fill with milk. It sprayed out the sides of his mouth, promptly covering him, the floors, counters, and everything except Anienne as she deftly moved towards to refrigerator and began to stuff her own face, though in a bit of a more civilized manner. A forearm wiped the white liquid away from Rensou's face. . .which was everything short of pleased. Mumbling something incomprehensible under his breath, Rensou headed for the cabinet in which the broom and mop awaited him.

With movements befitting a person of his power, the floors were swept and mopped, and with a blur of movement a towel had been produced and all the milk and crumbs had been disposed of as well. The Saiyan would toss that rag towards the sink, but it missed it's mark by several feet and splattered the accumulated liquids and food within upon the wall. Crestfallen, Rensou stalked to the thing with his head down at a normal pace before wiping the mess away and actually hitting the sink with the drop of the cloth, this time, atleast.

Finally finished, he shot Anienne yet another annoyed look as he waited for her to finish her meal. “Can we begin the day, -master-?” he asked, sarcasm dripping off his words.

[koda]

>>|Smiled, as she watched him quickly flutter about cleaning, only to have his hopes dashed at the last moment. He was so defeated at that moment, that she physically had to turn herself away, and lift a hand to her mouth to stifle the soft and very un Anienne giggle from growing to loud.

However, just as quickly, she recovered, and with a clearing of her throat, she drank what was left of her juice, and strolling in ease over to the bin, dropped the waste inside, and gave the General's arm a gentle pat. "Yes, now, we can go. You did such a good job cleaning up after yourself, I'll cook us dinner tonight." A rare treat, to have Ani cook for you, but, a treat that was to be appreciated.

With that, she dropped her hand from his frame, and moved away, heading outward, to their usual training grounds. Target Practice. She'd need to manipulate the Chi, after it left her body, and use it to try and track the Chi signature of another being, or, in this point, the target. With the weighted clothes, and the flight, it would prove to be a bit more of a task than normal.

These clothes were making her retrain everything she had already learned once. Not that it was all required, but, there was something in the woman that kept her aiming towards perfection. She wasn't going to falter in any of her skills. She wanted that perfection. But Why? Rensou knew, but, that was for him to understand alone.

She was glad he kept up with her never ending pace. Many had tried, and none but he had managed. It was there, that he earned her respect. And trust, but that was for another time

[Rensou Hiruen]

Like a child she congratulated Rensou on his deeds, and the Saiyan gritted his teeth with building rage until Anienne mentioned the prospect of preparing dinner. A laugh rippled up from his throat, and that head nodded as she decided it was time to begin the day. “Very well,” Rensou surmised, in reference to the idea that Anienne would prepare the meal as well as the idea that physical and mental trials would begin this very instant.

Rensou Hiruen had been the only Saiyan ever capable of keeping up with Anienne Aspera, and vice-versa~the pair was apparently crafted by the hands of deities to fit perfectly together, but at times they clashed as Saiyans would. In combat and in combat exercise, however, all confrontation was forgotten between the pair as they set themselves toward their common goal: to become the best, plain and simply put.

With a slight gait out the door and a burst of flight to the grounds they trained upon, Rensou joined Anienne as she charged her energies with pin-point ability and fired them with exceptional speed, power, and accuracy towards the targets. It was clear that even with those weights encumbering her, she was a peerless fighter. In the world of percentages, such quick adjustment to such difficulties was slim, and Rensou himself had struggled with those weights at first. It appeared to be different with Anienne.

With a flashing blur of Zanzoken he would appear before her just as she released another sphere of her power towards a target, and Rensou swiftly moved his head out of the path. The sound of impact told him the strike was true yet again, and he smiled. “Exceptional, Lieutenant Aspera,” he'd complement, a smile across his face. What she needed was a challenge, something to truly test her ability. Unimpeded by device, Rensou was marginally faster than she. “Why don't you try to hit me with one of those?” he challenged, flying backwards away from her for some time before he decided she would have an adequate chance of actually succeeding in the task presented.

[koda]

>>| The sedentary targets were nothing. They fell over in a heap of themselves with ease. Even as she moved further back, or shifted about, using different angles to create a more difficult shot. It didn't matter much, she still toppled them.

Of course, she was only slightly stunned when the male stepped just ahead of that last shot, just ducking to the side as it sipped passed his head, shearing a few tendrils of those messy wild locks from his head. "Thank you, General." Smiling at him, she gave a soft nod of her head, bangs falling before those dark blue orbs.

"You mean you want me to use you as target practice?" she asked, her right brow perking up as he started that simple backwards hover. " Yeah, alright, it's your skin not mine." She said with a shrug. Watching him take off, those eyes followed him for a moment, before she let that charge begin in her palm, and sear outward, and forward, chasing at the tail of the General, before she too, took off towards the sky, chasing the male down.

[Rensou Hiruen]

Rensou smiled that cocky smile he was apt to display, his pearled canines flashing in the light of the twin Vegetan suns. Sweat was dotting his skin and causing him to slightly shimmer, but he was accustomed to the intense heat. “. . .You're welcome, Ani,” he answered, a bit caught off guard by her politeness. That woman was one of many personalities, at any rate. Rensou had chosen to address her by a shortened version of her actual name in an effort to halt her usage of his title, but he doubted it would work.

Before the words had hardly leaped from his throat, Lieutenant Aspera had aimed a ball of energy directly for him. Rensou was nearly caught off guard, and had he been slower, she would have scored a direct hit. As it was, the Saiyan was vastly powerful, almost to the point of incomprehensible levels. The female would have to be more cunning in her assaults than such a head on attack, but perhaps that was part of her ploy. With a short burst of expended energy, Rensou moved to the side of the sphere whilst his body turned sideways and bent to allow his stomach to clear the path of travel.

“Problem is, Ani,” he jeered, spinning to face her once more. The first blast of energy had halted his retreat and allowed her to close distance. She was either putting a plan into motion or she was simply enjoying a streak of luck, but still~ “You'll never hit me!” Rensou readied himself, charging his ki and preparing to Zanzoken.