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Note     The coordinates Note provides first lead to a warp gate in a very temperate and green region of what's OSTENSIBLY a version of Earth. The region's lightly forested and covered in lush grasses. The air's fresh and clean, which is quite startling given that to the far south if one squints they can make out what looks like giant... metal spheres? Covered in pipes? And machinery that looks like it might be pumping oil.

    A number of tall hills dot the horizon, tiny mountains, and some geological features - like hundred-meter upraised plateaus jutting straight out of the ground - make NO sense whatsoever.

    But the coordinates don't lead there. They lead straight through the humble village to the north (where most buildings seem to be variations of just... simple domes with windows and doors slapped onto them) and up a winding path to what looks like some kind of temple. On those grounds one can find a dozen full-sized... upraised arenas? They're QUITE sizable platforms, carved out of smoothed stone tiling to form ginormous squares.

    The trek here is fairly uneventful! Because what is apparently Kokkara village is full of... a GREAT mixture of people of all shapes and sizes. There's humans of various ordinary skin colors, and a cow-person, a tiger person.. LOTS of animal-people, none of them wearing red pants! They're a cheery bunch, if fairly oblivious or uncaring to how today's visitor doesn't look at all like any sort of being they've seen before.

    The arena, though! A girl's standing on it. She looks to be... no older than fourteen, maybe? Hair done up in a childish and cutesy ponytail, an aesthetic that's not matched at all by the fierce and expectant look on her face! Hands on her hips, outfit's loose fabric swaying in the wind...

    And brown-furred tail twitching in excitement!
Mortimer Balman      The trek is probably fairly uneventful because Mortimer, even with his blazing mane turned off, cuts a pretty imposing figure and so does that elephant-sized wolf that gently plods along behind him, occasionally twitching its massive ears. It growwrffs at him every so often, demanding affection, which is returned with momentary snout-scritches while Mort chatters on his radio earpiece and smokes an old pipe.

     He is not yet wearing the old general issue GMC utility PT shorts. Mainly because he would be horribly embarrassed walking around like that, and the fact that he's planning on doing it later is clearly bothering him. No matter. Following the triangulation of coordinates from Note's broadcasts, he eventually comes across the village.. Chances are pretty good he's the biggest person there, since people are usually pretty short in DB worlds.

     After a few moments of asking the locals- whether they are terrified of him or not, it's rather irrelevant- where this Note girl is, she'll probably see him steadily walking toward the training arena.
Note     The locals aren't terrified of Mortimer at all! There's some gossip and wary looks as he passes by. A few people try to stealthily snap photos. Some young men - all of them looking fairly muscular and athletic turn their noses up a bit his way, as if sizing him up...

    But no, the locals seem to be pretty friendly! Even if he's got a GIANT WOLF trekking along with him. And they direct Mortimer appropriately up the hilly path to the tournament practice area.

    And Note senses someone coming! So she takes a leap over to the ring's edge for a better look as the... unusual foreigner approaches. She goes a bit wide-eyed, for she's about eye to eye with him ONLY because she's standing on the arena and he isn't yet.

    "Wh-whoah! You're pretty tall! What--" And then she spots the HUGE canine. Her jaw drops a bit. "Whoah... cooooooool. Is everyone just HUGE where you come from?" The young woman executes a swift backflip and flashes a v-sign, tail curling 'round her waist! "Didn't think you'd really come... the name's Note!"
Mortimer Balman      Mortimer does not pay much attention to any of the younger fighters. He's old. And he looks it, too. But he carries himself as a soldier does- and there is a distinction between how a soldier walks, and how a warrior presents themself. Disciplined. Each step measured perfectly and with purpose. Muscles relaxed but shoulders squared and back straight.

     The wolf looks down at Note and sniffs her a few times before yawning a truly massive yawn and finding a spot to the side of the arena to curl up, watching the two bipeds. "And I'm ol' Morty." The badger finally says, folding his arms over his chest as he looks down at this little.. 'Human'.

     A few fast thoughts run through his head. This girl must be part Saiyan.. "No. Ulbrecht here is a Thunderwolf. His kind hail from a frozen wasteland of a world called Fenris, where they are the apex predator. He's a particularly large example of his kind, admittedly. As fer me.. Well, this is my third-stage evolution. Third-stagers are often fairly tall, though I'm actually a bit shorter on average for a Typhlosion-morph."
Note     Note tears her away from the big dog - clearly as interested in them as most human kids might be - to look at Mortimer when he's speaking! She turns her whole body about to face him again.

    "Third stage... evolution?" She clearly doesn't get it, responding to this claim by leeeeaaaaning in a little for a closer look. "Dunno what that means. But.... yeah! I bet if we snagged a uniform for you, the army soldiers wouldn't question it! You fit in!" She exclaims cheerily, enthused at the thought of making progress with those wackos for once!

    Folding both hands behind her back, Note... takes a gentle leap forward and sort of FLOATS, circling around the Pokemorph with a critical but curious eye! And finally lands again on the arena, about ten feet in front of him.

    "But! Are you strong enough to take 'em on while outnumbered? I don't want anyone getting hurt by these jerks."
Mortimer Balman      Mortimer briefly thinks about the things he's fought before.. A short summary, bullet points mainly, of the various threats he's faced in both small groups and seemingly infinite hordes. "...Yeah, I'm pretty sure I can handle myself." He doesn't really see a pack of idiots in shorts as a threat. Though he does have to acknowledge that perhaps they /are/.. They do not do a very good job of presenting themselves as one. No matter.

T "I am a Pokemorph. A humanoid Pokemon. We have different stages of what we call "evolution" throughout our lives. Some species stay the same all their existences. Others have a second stage, a similar but different species that- once they have achieved a plateau of internal development that is physical, spiritual, and mental- is generally stronger than their 'base' species. When I was young, I was roughly 5'2".. But that's not terribly important. What is.. Is that we're here, now, and you're spoiling fer a scrap. I can respect that.."

     His boots clunked hard on t he old arena's surface. "...Let's see what you've got, kiddo."
Note     And with Note a full... few feet shorter than Mortimer, she'd be inclined to agree! He looks like he can handle himself. But that just brings a light grin to her face! And she slams a fist into its opposing palm!

    "Ooooh... so you get stronger when you get older or something? And taller? Sure sounds like it..."

    The youth's eyebrows do raise a bit at the solid CLUNK. Heavier than she was expecting? Maybe.

    But she claps her hands together and bends at the waist into a small formal bow! "Alright, but that's MY LINE MORTY!"

    Without bothering to gather a lot of her energy she just SPRINGS across the arena, propelled by flight, and comes out swinging with a flurry of light knife hand thrusts and chops! - Forced to fly just to maintain head level with the Typhlosion!

    The blows are far from serious. She doesn't want to go overboard until she knows her opponent's depths!
Mortimer Balman      "It's not a matter of /age/. It's a matter of /development/. Some people, it happens later in life, others earlier. It all-" And then she's flying at him, swinging punches. Flight? And a heavy focus on close combat.

     A Fighting/Psychic-type human. Or.. Saiyan, either or. Pretty sure the latter, all other things being equal.

% The hops backwards away from the first few swings and puts his hands up, eyes remaining focused upon Note and opened palms catching the punches to block them; following their movement with his peripheral vision. Most interesting indeed.. But he doesn't launch any sort of counterattack, not just yet. He's trying to place the fighting style appropriately. Very familiar but just a skosh out of the path of memory..
Note     Note is actually using very little in the way of punches! most of her blows are knifehand thrusts and chops, with the occasional palm strike! At least for now! She's emboldened at first by Mortimer's refusal to counterattack, momentarily speeding up her attack-- but then realizes!

    He's clearly not challenged by this, and overextending herself blindly could open her up too much!

    So after another flurry of blows are exchanged and blocked and evaded... she drops to the ground and executes a few backflips to get some distance!

    "Pretty goooooooooooooood!" Clearly not short of breath in the least, Note stretches out her right shoulder with some circular motions... and then drops into a low stance. "Guess I shouldn't hold back so much... HAAAAAAAAAA!!!"

    With a sharp *CRACK* the air around Note ripples and glows, waves of furious Ki emanating from her short body to the point where it's visible as a ghostly corona of white light.

    Then, almost completely out of the rhythm, she slams both her palms together out in front of her, pointed at Mortimer and -- BFWOOOOOOOSH!!

    A sizable, distorted pulse of pure blue-white energy rushes across the distance, flying straight for the Pokemorph!
Mortimer Balman      She's backing off. Hm, why is that? Ah.. A brief look of realization on Mortimer's face. That explained it. Now he's starting to recognize the combat style. And with recognition comes a change in stance. His body goes slack and loose, and he starts to sway a little. Even as the wave approaches him he still sways as though.. Drunk, until he falls sideways and mostly out of the way of the blast, though it catches his feet and blasts him along the ground.

     After a moment of sliding across the arena floor he swoops his legs up and around and is back up on his feet, making a taunting gesture at the small girl, stumbling around in all directions. He does not look hurt from being blasted and swept across the floor.. But it's hard to tell which way he's going to move now, or if he'll move at all.
Note     Note gets off a confused blink at the way Mortimer's motion shifts! Was that... a dodge? Did he just trip? She's not sure WHAT to make of that move! She clenches her teeth a little.

    But then... that gesture. Oh, it's ON NOW!

    "grrr... don't just dance around the arena! COME ON!" Heeeee might regret goading her, because all that rushing energy around her focuses behind her and WHOOOOOOOSH! She's rushing at him like a living rocket with an elbow strike aimed for the gut!
Mortimer Balman      If she isn't a Saiyan she's at least got their blood, judging by that reaction. "Heeeeh.." A slurred half-giggle as he sways to and fro. The fist very nearly connects but this time, this time the reaction is different. He sucks his gut in and throws his ass out behind him, almost looking like he's going to fall on top of Note at first. But the difference in size and her relative speed means that he doesn't fall 'onto' her so much as 'over and past' her, landing behind where she's flying past and reaching out to grab her by the ankle as he does.

     And if he can get ahold of her ankle.. He's going to pull her back toward (and oddly enough on top) of him, and then swing one of his legs up to half-kick half-shove her torso forwards so that her face flies forward and downward into his rock-hard skull.

     A very odd maneuver but one that's not easy to even see what's going to happen until after one has embedded their teeth into the opponent's forehead.
Note     "WHA?!" This one's a new move! Note realizes her mistake a bit too late and in her confusion, quite forgets about flying- she hits the brakes by slamming a foot on the ground but it's far, far too late!

    Because just like that... YOINK! Even able to sense the maneuver, it's just so odd that she doesn't know how to react! With a THWUNK the foot buries into her off-balanced body and she swings about, a flailing mess that faceplants straight and hard onto Mortimer's skull!

    "Ghhhhhuuuuuuuuughhhh---"

    The poor girl's a bit dizzied by this one to say the least! Her body trembles and shivers as she works to regain a breath. And come back to her senses.

    Clenching her teeth, Note flexes with all the strength she can summon and swings both arms out in either direction with a mighty shout!

    It's more than just a shout though. The kiai kicks up an INSANELY powerful shockwave that blows every stray mote of dust and dirt clear off the arena and is EASILY strong enough to challenge Mortimer's grip, if not send him flying straight away from her!
Mortimer Balman      The problem with the assertation that this ki-charged shout will send Mortimer flying away... Is the fact that he's on the ground, underneath Note, to begin with. This DOES mean he can't really dodge her at all, so he takes it in the face. But he takes it in the face like a champ, and immediately goes to wrap his arms around Note's torso.

     Arms or no arms out to the side, she's probably going to become horribly discombobulated as he violently bounces her torso around and around and around, smashing her head head against his solidly muscled chest with each pass and basically treating her like a load of laundry in a washing machine that's on its highest spin cycle settings. Fortunately, this is a move that does not require him to be terribly focused on his target; merely that she is within reach.
Note     The ten seconds it's taken for Note to get her bearings after such a weird shift in fighting style has cost her! Again and again she's slammed HARD into Mortimer's chest while flailing a bit helplessly. Each blow knocking the wind out of her a bit more and more!

    The freaky thing though is that while most might give up or just COLLAPSE from all that pain, Note seems to be just soaking it up like a sponge.

    Until she finally wisens up to situation... and hits FULL THROTTLE on her flight, going into a tight spin that she hopes will send Mortimer flying off to ANY direction through sheer centrifugal force!

    "What... fighting style...?!"
Mortimer Balman      Mortimer does indeed go flying this time, sailing away from Note like a magnificent badgery goose. And then he lands upon the ground, sliding back on his booted feet and immediately changing up his style.

     He starts doing what appears to be a sort of small dance, arms weaving and waving about in front of him while his feet shuffle rapidly underneath him in a wide arc.

     Much less unpredictable than Drunken Boxing, but still very loose and focused on agility- Capoeira. ...Obviously, because Note is flying, and Mortimer isn't, there isn't much he can do down there but dance his way around the arena and wait for her to come within reach. If he has any ranged attacks, he's avoiding using them for some reason.
Note     "Can't fly, huh?" Note thankfully doesn't stay in the air long, dropping back down to the ground a good twenty feet away from MOrtimer! But this time she adopts a proper fighting stance, legs in line and knees bent, hands out in front of her with palms open into knife hands!

    "Oww.... like what I'm seeing so far... but you're not gonna just GRAB this one!" Yep. She's NOT going to close in again with him dancing around like THAT!

    Instead... she shifts the stance slightly and brings her palms together, hands now cradling the open air.

    Perhaps Mortimer's seen the signature technique of the Turtle School by now? Perhaps he hasn't. But if he has, the stance is instantly recognizable as Note brings those opposing cupped palms to her waist at her side!

    "Kaaaaa Meeee.... Haaaa Meeeee...." Throughout the quick little chant, a tiny mote of light appears between Note's palms and swiftly expands... but it can't go far! It's trapped between her hands, and so instead spears of light leak from behind her fingers! And then she thrusts those palms forward! "HAAAAAA!!"

    As before, a torrent of Ki flies at Mortimer! This one, though, is a tight pulsing beam about as big as Note is!
Mortimer Balman      Oh he's seen the signature technique of the Turtle Hermit's School. Gohan was 'kind' enough to show it to him once, and so when he sees her charging up- he begins doing the same.

     Mortimer's head bursts into a bright and roiling flame, spreading out behind him as though a luxurious mantle made of pure fire- or more accurately, a blanket. A blanket that is harvesting solar power from the local Sun and enabling Mortimer to charge his own counter-attack via a weird pyrokinetic form of photosynthesis.

     He never did understand why they say the attack names out and around here, but when in Rome.. "Solar.. BEAM!" Hands slap together as though going into prayer, clenching each other tightly and focusing a beam of Grass (or Wood, if you'd prefer) elemental power to slam against the Kamehameha wave. It's not as big as Note's beam by a longshot, but it is equally focused.
Note     That's a trick that Note has absolutely no idea about... besides the obvious signs that he's readying something! It doesn't slow her down though! Just invokes a small widening of her eyes out of curiosity... and excitement!

    The two beams fly at each other and now hints of worry show on the young lady's face!

    .. What if she overdid it?!

    The worries are soon dropped though, as the beams crash together in an enormous lightshow of roiling energies! The Ki and compressed light curl around each other at every bits where the beams aren't exactly even, and the result?!

    The clashing energies just EXPLODE, as Note's beam just isn't stable enough to handle a collision! Note's flung backwards across the arena, hitting the ground at a shallow angle and bounce-bounce-bouncing until he flips around using a tail-slap to right herself and skids along the stone tiling!

    "No way... he has a technique like mine...?!"
Mortimer Balman      Mortimer patiently folds his hands behind his back once Note lands, a 'parade rest' stance. "Similar to yours in many ways, yes. But with a different elemental charge behind it. The Solar Beam technique is what we call 'Grass' element in my reality. It relies upon the power of the Sun. Harvest energy via mocked up photosynthesis, focus, release. It's a potent technique but being as I am a Fire-type, not a Grass-type, it's weaker than if I were to utilize a Fire-type attack. Neither of these techniques rely on raw Ki power as your Kamehameha wave does; there is a technique that can perform similar, called Hyper Beam, but I never bothered to learn it."

     A few more puffs on his pipe and he looks expectantly at Note. "I trust this means I pass your test to try and get into the Red Pants Army?"
Note     Note does her best to listen to that. But her face screws up ever so slightly at processing ALL of it at once. Still, she DOES stay quiet in her show of politeness possible while catching her breath.

    "O-okay, if you're a Fire guy... why not fire beams then?!" Is the most sense she ends up making out of that explanation for now.

    Note heaves a breath. That -couldn't- have really winded her... but she seems to be coming down from the combat rush.

    Only to grin at the question. "Good enough! Way better than I thought! Those guys won't give you ANY trouble if you get in a mess."

    Then Note blinks a few times, and rushes over on a sudden realization, pointing a finger! "Wait! How did you know how my technique works?! ... Have you seen it before?"
Mortimer Balman      Mortimer looks down at Note. "Because if I used my flames, I might hurt you. Or, if not you, then the local environment. That would be impolite." He doesn't sound even remotely boastful or braggarty, just very matter-of-fact. "I know how it works, because I've seen it before. Specifically, when Son Gohan used it to blast me through several walls and a large rock."
Note     THAT just gets Note staring in disbelief at ther opponent... and irritably folding her arms. "Oh come on! He'd have to be two hundred fifty years old by now. Nobody lives that long here..." Though she purses her lips and starts scratching the side of her head. "... Maybe I'm wrong though. Everyone keeps acting like they do..."
Mortimer Balman      Mortimer shakes his head a bit. "Divergent timestreams. Alternate realities. It's not the Son Gohan of /your/ universe. It was a /different/ one, from a /different/ reality. You are a /future timeline/ so far as most people are concerned."
Note     THIS news is finally starting to sink in. Note blinks a few times, shoulders bunching up as she leans in almost defiantly at being told this. Because it is SO DARNED WEIRD!

    "That's... just... confusing...but... I guess I'll know if I ever run into these people! I'd like to have a match with them if they're out there!" She finally cracks a grin!
Mortimer Balman      Mort cocks his head to the side slightly, ears pivoting outward. "Hmm.. I expected as much. I won't advise you against doing that. For now, I am going to go put on my shorts and see what I can see about these Red Pants people. Would you be so kind as to keep Ulbrecht here for a little while? I'd appreciate it."