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Post by Adrian Hanlon on Jul 29, 2008 1:34:36 GMT -8
And with that, the battle had ended.
There was no way in heaven or hell Adrian, after all he'd been through, would be able to stay awake after a kick that hard. Even so, he tried, by God did he try. After the kick landed, anyone close enough could see Adrian attempting to force his eyes open, despite the swelling and the blood coming from his temple. After only a few moments of this, however, he would be out for good.
Even as he fell, however, the smallest vestiges of a smile formed on his face. You see, in Adrian's mind, in losing this way, he had won. By not submitting, he no longer had to verbally and consciously acknowledge this older student as his master and his superior. Perhaps it was implied by the fact that he lost, and perhaps he would have to do so later, but even so, as far as the youngest Hanlon was concerned, he had won this battle.
And so, there he fell, as darkness closed around him, a smirk on his face, just one last 'fuck you' to the man he would soon learn to call Mathew Amtrum, the Earth Dragon.
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Post by Mr. Kaar on Jul 29, 2008 8:56:35 GMT -8
Leon would stand up with a slight grunt playing the part of getting old and weak, he'd walk over to where Mathew had been fighting the other snobish one. He looked at the girl who had Mathew's coat with an eye brow raised, and bent down to inspect the damage done to the new student. He'd look at the wounds and then back at Mathew.
"I'm pretty sure this one has enough Resolve, what do you think?"
He'd say to Mathew as he stood up again with another small grunt of exertion from force. His dark blue eyes shifting to the one with the coat every few seconds. He could of sworn he'd seen her somewhere before. Either way it didn't bother him too much. Just strange. All the while a simple comment running through his head about a video game, and something funny he saw on the internet a while back.
~FINISH HIM! 'Boot to the Head' FATALITY!!!~
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Jul 29, 2008 10:23:31 GMT -8
Bastille let out a sigh and pushed herself from the bench. Walking at a normal slow pace her high heeled shoes tapping as she went. She stopped in front of Mathew facing the kid on the ground. Shoving the earth dragon coat into Mathews chest with as much force as she could make out she snorted and turned to bend down next to the unconscious attacker.
“HERE, take it back before I try to burn it!” she hissed and unsheathed her sword. Pointing it at the boy she poked his shirt slightly. She then sighed standing up and sheathing her sword again. She glared at him angrily ignoring the giddy girls still left over as they raved about Mathew. She didn’t mind his constant entourage of willing girl fans. She was to busy concentrating on the passed out kid. However her eyes darted to the blonde kid who kept stealing glances at her. He looked like a college kid more then their age, however...he also seemed to be friends with mathew. Either way her eyes only glanced once before turning back to the kid. She never looked at Mathew. Using her shoe she turned the snobs face a little.
“Welcome to slavery lowlife…God knows being a ‘commoner’ might do you some good…I highly doubt it though”
And with this she turned from both Mathew and the other and forgot about both of their existences as her face returned to its normal bored look. She walked towards her class. This would be interesting…very interesting.
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Post by wanderer on Jul 29, 2008 11:35:50 GMT -8
The fight was over and now the group was gathering over the fallen foe. Eric chuckled as he watched the people moving in like they were claiming a prize. He stepped forward and started moving through a crowd that didn't see or sense him. He approached the group from behind and got to the point where the crowd formed a line around them about ten feet away. Stepping through he started to clap slowly, breaking his Qi as he drew attention to himself. The people around him seemed surprised at his sudden appearance.
"I have to say that is one of the better fights I've seen in a while. Well done, very well done." It was hard to tell if the college freshman was being sarcastic or not, though he had been impressed with the fight. Eric's eyes flicked over the three figures. Mathew the Earth Dragon, still a violent thug as always. But then that could be said for a lot of people around here. Leon was there as well, and it seemed he had decided that he was going back to the darker side of life again if he was hanging around Mathew. Then there was the girl. He didn't know who she was, but while she was hanging around Mathew and doing his bidding she also seemed to despise him. An interesting mix of circumstance.
"So do you usually have that much trouble with new students? Or is this a rare occurrence?" Several of the other people around him seemed surprised that someone else was talking to Mathew like that and some were even mumbling that he had waited till the other boy was injured. But Mathew and Eric had a history, so did Leon and Eric. Anytime and any place they wanted to go the college student would be there. But first they had to know that he was around at all.
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Post by Mr. Kaar on Jul 29, 2008 11:48:14 GMT -8
Leon's Qi sensativity kicked in as he felt someone with a strong aura in the crowed, he turned around and looked with his eyes to see if he could pick the person out. Thats when he heard the clapping, as if a haze was lifted from the person Leon noted the appearance of Eric, The Wanderer. This was interesting, Leon knew Eric was here, last time they saw each other a battle almost broke out, but it was disturbed and was not meant to be that day.
Leon was the more mystically sensative in the Dragons group of elite fighters, which was why when he looked slightly concerned it was a good idea to do the same. He would be charging himself now for an electrical attack, but standing so close to Mathew left his Qi weak, probably why he didn't sense hyim before hand. Or maybe it was the choke collar, either way it was interesting and got Leon's blood boiling for battle, but not now, unless it was started that is. Seeing as the question was aimed to the one who had been fighting Leon would move back to keep an eye on the Adrian boy, make sure he didn't wake up and make a break for it. Though he doupted it.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Jul 29, 2008 11:56:08 GMT -8
And like that it was over. Mathew felt a new wave of exhaustion hit him now that the adrenaline was starting to leave his system. He was surprised at just how hard the fight had been for him. This kid had a lot of potential, he reminded Mathew a lot of himself when he was younger. Only difference was that Mathew just happened to be a bit further down the path then this kid was and thus was stronger. The reason this fight had been so hard was because it went this far. Normally people laid down and played dead so Mathew wouldn't hurt them. This kid went all out, he could respect that a lot.
Mathew barely had time to get his bearings before everyone seemed to flood around them. It was apparently one of the best fights that had happened here in a while. That thought gave Mathew a sense of pride, but he couldn't help but frown slightly at the fact that a freshman gave him so much trouble. He was going to have to get back in to shape, he had allowed himself to become soft, to become lazy.
Seeing Bastille being her usual... cheery self Mathew would flash her a grin as he took the coat from her putting it back on. He would sigh as he put it back on feeling a sense of relief over being whole again. The coat was a part of him now, he had worn it so long he felt naked without it.
"What no kiss for the victor?"
He would say with a grin as he pulled her over to kiss her. Why not right? When it was over he would put his arm around her shoulders, partly for a bit of support since his leg was still killing him and partly because he felt like showing that she was his.
"Yeah I think he is in. I can't think of a better initiation then this can you?" Mathew would ask Leon, they didn't say what they were talking about since it wasn't official yet, but they were talking about the Reapers, This kid was going to join their ranks. As was Bastille, though she didn't know it yet.
Mathew was about to turn and check on his new property to get it fixed up. He didn't like playing with broken toys, and sadly this toy made him break it. Nothing a little duct tape and glue wouldn't fix though. That was when he heard the clapping from the crowd, Mathew hadn't noticed the guy, since honestly he was busy with the freshman. But he knew the voice right away, after all you didn't forget a guy that you fought before getting in a car chase and a gun fight with.
What the hell is he doing here?
"I think you should know how well I can fight Eric. But, lets just say this kid is... exceptional. And he is my property now. Just wait, when I am done with him your college ass won't stand a chance against him." Mathew would say with a wink still leaning a bit on Bastille as he caught his breath. He was fine, he just needed a chance to compose himself.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Jul 29, 2008 12:08:38 GMT -8
Bastille had been walking away her hand lightly on the hilt of her sword. Suddenly an arm grabbed around her and pulled her back and it didn’t take much mind to know exactly who it was. “no, you insolent doe-head you don’t deserve jack-“ Well she was going to finish that with a stomp off but suddenly his lips where pressed against hers. As usual Bastille maintained her bored expression not kissing back her eye brow raised. With speed and accuracy before he would put her down she would clench her fist around her hilt and go to pull out the sword jamming the hilt strait around the coat and into his uninjured leg. If it didn’t break the muscle, it would defiantly leave a welt. The one down fall for Mathew was he had just been in a fight, and Bastille still had her speed fully intact and ready for instant use. Plus with the close quarters…it was easy to shove the coat out of her way. Sheathing the sword with a ‘hmph’ as he went to lean on her She crossed her arms over her chest and stared blankly at the scene.
This other college kid had showed up and she didn’t care. Though Mathew didn’t seem to like his presence all to well. Bastille was no staring up at Leon. She not only felt like a leaning post, but a short one at that. She continued to stare at him with bright crimson eyes.
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Post by wanderer on Jul 29, 2008 12:13:43 GMT -8
"Still think the same way as back then, don't you? That doesn't really matter much to me, I could care less what someone like you thinks. So how are you so sure he's going to agree to be your property? He has a lot of spirit in him and I don't see that breaking any time soon. But then again I could be wrong, never could understand why people would want to throw their lot in with you. But you always did have a way of convincing people that there was no other choice, no matter how many other choices they may have." He looked over at Leon once more and saw the tired expression he wore. He was debating in his mind if it was really how he felt or just another ploy of the times.
"But I will give you two this, your both excellent fighters. Get better soon Mathew, I'd like to see how the fight turns out when there isn't a frozen lake and no promises to be kept by either of us. Who knows, maybe we will still both end up dead if we finish that fight." Eric looked around at the crowd, trying to decide if anyone else there was with the group. Shrugging, the college freshman gave the three a small wave.
"I'm sure we'll meet later, have fun playing with the fresh meat. I do hope you keep that promise Mathew. A challenge is always welcome if you don't think you can beat me yourself." With that Eric turned back and started into the crowd. His Qi started wrapping around him and if people took their eyes off him for a second to look back at Mathew or blinked then he was lost to them. By the time he got to the back of the crowd he had vanished from the sight of pretty much everyone.
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Post by "Unfettered" on Jul 29, 2008 12:38:55 GMT -8
Latecomer Damn. But oh well. Seemed like he missed the beginning, but the German stayed amongst the crowd, not necessarily doing anything. Had he arrived earlier, he might've intervened, but he came right at the moment of the transfer's acceptance for... something. And then the big cataclysmic fight. Stony silence was all that held the German, as if some kind of possessed creature. An unfolding of deep proportions was taking place here, after all. This was... something historic.
In amongst the crowd, there was talk of slavery, as the group of fighters talked amongst themselves---Leon was there. And as was... Bastille. A grouping of strong, strong fighters. It was... perhaps, the proceedings afterwards that almost made the German blanch out, and cough in disgust, at the way the transfer (or... yes, more accurately group thereof, as this was a group of unrecognizable, but 'warm' (to each other) faces.
...The transfer had made his move. Meaning the German had to accelerate his own plans, to make things easier. From the sound of it, it seemed like 'they' were banding together already.---But why the girl? Attracted to strong men or something? Whichever case, it just meant another (strong) person he'd let slip through his fingers. Apparently, two. He was no where near ready to go out and face the transfer in the current standing, especially with this terrible timing on his own behalf.
Though, it was small comfort to see that there were still sparks flying. He would've liked to have been there earlier, to see the man on the ground fight, considering how revved up the transfer meant, but... perhaps this was for the best."Jajajajajaja... Well,, der ist wie der Ofen aufwärmt, macht es nicht, Bastard? Behalten Sie nur zu wachsen..." muttering to himself, grinning.
His initial assumption that this boy would become a future threat, and a wonderful catalyst was apparently... dead on. The retreat from before was tactfully decided, apparently, and gave him more time to observe. ...Even as he pulled out a notepad from his pocket, jotting a few things down. He'd glance up, looking around, no longer caring about the current situation.
...Smiling...
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Jul 29, 2008 13:03:34 GMT -8
Bastille sighed at what the guy said. Wanting to throw their lot in with him…Mathew? She had fought him for her freedom and obviously lost due to her own laziness. She didn’t really care, since her lot was her own. She was only ever completely loyal to herself. However she would let the guy believe whatever.
Looking amongst the crowd she spotted unfettered. Ducking out from underneath of Mathews arm, not caring if he fell over she walked silently into the crowd of people. Or lack there of. Class was already underway. She walked straight towards unfettered with a smug smirk on her face. Her crimson eyes beaming. She slammed her hand onto his shoulder and grinned. It was her pat on the back greeting.
“Guten Tag!” he said with a smirk. She liked unfettered a tad more them Mathew at the moment seeing as slaves rarely appreciated their masters. Bastille would use the crowd to shield her present coordinates. She wasn’t Mathews yet…She belonged to herself, and she was going to show that in every way….except the fact that she had to follow Mathews every whim, in her heart and soul she belonged to no one else. She didn’t want her German friend getting that idea.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Jul 29, 2008 17:57:55 GMT -8
It would seem that everyone had said their piece, and just as quickly as Mathew was flooded he seemed to be left alone with the beaten blue blooded boy. When Bastille left him he would support himself again, only grinning at her attack. It stung a little bit but not much, nothing compared to the blows the boy had been dishing out. Still it was odd, normally she didn't run off like that unless he gave an order she didn't like. He was still trying to break her in, much to his frustration. But the fact that she didn't run off with his coat or anything was a good sign.
Now being left on his own, with the exception of Leon, Mathew would limp over to the downed boy slowly looking him over. A smile played across his lips as he thought about how he was going to use his new toy. Still he would have to make sure his toy got some help, he would hate to leave him hear just to hear he was attacked while out cold and rendered useless. It was because of that Mathew would slowly bend down, wincing in pain as he picked up the boy, he was heavier then Mathew, and while normally that wouldn't be an issue Mathew had a hurt leg.
Still he was able to grit his teeth and bear it, draping the boy over the shoulder opposite of his hurt leg so the extra weight wasn't on that side of his body Mathew would slowly limp off to the infirmary to get his leg looked at, and to get his new pet taken care of.
"You coming man?" He would ask Leon over his shoulder wondering if the blond boy was just going to stand there or what. They could use this to talk about what to do with the kid if nothing else.
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Post by Mr. Kaar on Jul 29, 2008 19:46:15 GMT -8
Leon watched the preceedings, seemed Wanderer had come out of his shadow for now, and openly challanged the two Dragons, Mathew made a rather bold statement. Seemed he had great upcomings for this one, which was good because Leon's own had good talent and showed possible upcomings. Yet Eric vanished as he appeared, Leon could feel his Aura slowly vanish into the crowed. Then the girl that Mathew kissed took off, and that just left the two conciouse and one unconciouse fighter. Mathew seemed alittle irritated from his body language, seemed the young fighter had done more damage than even Leon percieved and battle was his best analyzing feature.
When he was asked if he was going with or not, he looked at the dispersing crowed, a dark feeling overtaking him, a quick urge to rip them all apart slowly krept over him, but he shook his head and began to walk with Mathew.
"Well as public as that was, you think enough attention was drawn to what you had in mind?"
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Post by seishounohana on Jul 29, 2008 19:47:23 GMT -8
Well, this scene was over.
Emily jumped off from her seat up at that wall, more or less she had learned something from watching this fight. It encouraged her, and gave her a goal.
She knew she had to improve. Sure, Emily was stronger than before... but--... her inexperience lagged behind her physical abilities.
Ugh, she shook the thought off. It was pretty depressing on her case. 'Yosh.' She assured herself, a gloved hand balled into a fist. However, her optimism didn't last too long. The clearing crowd revealed a girl, walking up to "Unfettered" with a smirk on her face.
She watched the two as she walked closer, but not close enough to be noticed.
... and another thing that caught her eye: Mathew was hurt right now-- and she knew that she promised him something.
Aye, maybe I'll have to wait. She leaned against the wall and listened in.
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Post by "Unfettered" on Jul 29, 2008 21:08:54 GMT -8
...So Much For Sneaking Away... *WHAM*
HOLY SHI-
---“Guten Tag!” The German jumped a foot forward, the serene look on his face exploding into a neutral 'fight/flight' grimace.---Oh. OH. Wait, what the hell? For a moment, the German thought he'd been recognized by one of the big wheelers over there. But the voice was too soft---for a guy, anyways. He knew that voice, hell he saw the person it belonged to just getting a kiss being laid on her a few seconds ago by that transfer.
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He wouldn't get bothered by it.
Recovering just as quickly, he looked around to---Bastille. Yeah. He was right. And for a moment... he paused. Just a blank look in his eye, as he looked her straight in the eye. But he moved his gaze to her nose, casually, as if he was just deep in thought (which he technically was...), his face keeping neutral."Hallo, Frau Bastille."...Perhaps a bit cold, but he was actually more surprised at how unusually cheery she was. And he hadn't arrived early enough, nor was he in a position in the crowd to properly see her actual reactions to the whole proceedings, or hear everything that had gone on. That in mind, he didn't want to... overassume anything. Slightly playful in his mood, and he could've started with something sarcastic, but playing it out quickly in his mind, he would've quickly turned into an ass on her.---Though he began to debate if that was not such a bad option after all.
Kept his distance, even as he turned about, but he drew on a slightly warm grin, his eye half open, brow caressed in a way as if to say, 'sup?'.
---"Vat exactly ver you doing zer?"He couldn't hold his grin. There was a slight amount of irritation, and more questions implied---he felt more like asking 'what were you doing with him---NO. That's exactly the type of thing he wanted to avoid. He was damned DONE with all this bullshit. He was just here to observe, get facts.
...All the more reason not to tell her about his own stance...[/s] Bit his tongue, the moment his mouth opened. Too many damned implications. Guess it was back to playing himself off as a confused little guy, like last time, huh? All the while, completely unaware of the even more observant Emily in the background... ... [/i]
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Jul 29, 2008 21:23:30 GMT -8
Bastille rolled her eyes. He was giving her attitude. She would ignore it. Rivalry was getting old with the world.
“What no frau red eyes!?” she asked with a tad of venom putting her hands on her hips. She darted spears at him with her eyes then shrugged and went back to bored tone as he asked his question.
“The guy I lost my damn freedom too just won the fight….decided he was aloud to kiss me….beats me what got that idea in his noggin but I slammed my trust hilt into his thigh real good” she said with a giant grin. Her face turned into a frown as she watched him calculate. If Bastille was stupid she wouldn’t notice the tension there. But she wasn’t stupid and that’s why she guessed it was the feeling of rivalry between matt and him and it wasn’t over her either. She gave in a moments thought but let it go for later contemplation.
Ignoring it like always she smirked however she felt a different pair of eyes on her.
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