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Post by valekin on Apr 3, 2007 17:33:50 GMT -8
Valekin had been wielding knives since he was a little boy. It wasn't obvious that the incoming thrust was a feign. No, he only realized it not a moment too soon. He pivoted on his right foot to turn his torso out of the way, then drop once again into a spin.. but he didn't finish the spin. Instead he shot to the left of her, the blade to drag across her stomach. Of course it was the hand that was on the opposite side doing so, because if it wasn't. He wouldn't be able to break her guard next.
The shoot is much like a duckwalk, except much faster, and a grappling move. Though he didn't grapple her. Just like I said, he slashed at her side while shooting past low. Good foresight Vale! Ten points woo!
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Post by Mitsuki Park on Apr 5, 2007 13:55:33 GMT -8
Dead. Again.
If they were using real knives in this little practice "game", Mitsuki would've already been dead. Twice. Eh, things aren't exactly going well for Mitsuki, are they? Either way, when he went to slice open her stomach, she instinctively brought down her rubbery knife to stab him wherever it would land. Probably somewhere on his back, if not, a little below his neck - it all depended on how fast he moved. All she knew is that he'd get stabbed somewhere, since her reactions were acceptionally fast, especially when it came to her stomach.
Bum bum bum...?
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Post by valekin on Apr 5, 2007 14:12:27 GMT -8
Valekin followed through with the duckwalk for two more strides, her knife missing him by a hair. He stood and turned. With a big fat grin he looked at her. She tried her hardest, and yet still missed him. As long as she tried her hardest. He began to think she was a little too old to learn knife wielding as a second nature, just like he did. But then, she could prove him wrong sometime.
"Very good try. I believe we're done with knives today, da? Either we spar know, or we stop here, as it's nearing eight, and dine. Then you go home. Eh? Up to you. I don't mind either way. After we dine though, we go through calisthenics. Alrighty?"
Hye ha ha ha....
Valekin was getting hungry. He could use some dessert, but that was about it. He never really... ate anything other than a dessert at any restaurant. He didn't trust the food, nor did he like it.
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Post by Mitsuki Park on Apr 6, 2007 13:50:57 GMT -8
Missed...[/color]
She stared at him in disbelief. She missed. Speed, which was one of her strong points in fighting, and she wasn't fast enough. Her grip loosened on the rubbery knife, and looked over at Teacher when he began to speak. It was odd - during both their training sessions, they had yet to exchange names, and Mitsuki liked it better this way. He didn't know her alias, and in return, she didn't know his. Of course, he had ways of getting her information, while she, on the other hand, didn't. She could follow him around and try to talk to those who he talks to, but Mitsuki was far too lazy to do that. And of course, the fact that she was one to stay out of other peoples business, unless it absolutely required her to do something about it.
So, spar now, or dine, it was her choice. Honestly, she didn't care, so she remained silent for a moment, weighing her options.
"...doesn't matter to me.."
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Post by valekin on Apr 17, 2007 16:33:44 GMT -8
"Then we will be dining. To get better acquainted, yes? After all, you're my student, my last will and testament."
What in the hell did he mean by last will and testament? Did he have a fatal disease? Was he dying slowly but surely? Or was he just reckless, and wanted something to fall back on if he ever went under. Maybe it was just his insanity. Or maybe it was because he knew he was going insane. It's funny how insane people never really admit that they are insane. They just hint at it.
"I will then lead you to the showers, we'll be dining high class."
That was all that really needed to be said. High class, meant looking your best, not to impress anyone. But to show your own self value. Valekin valued himself very much. But he valued certain other people much more than he values his own life. He was an odd one. Anyway, he'd lead her to the showers, which were prison shower-esque. Of course there were towels, soap, and shampoo. All those necessities for bathing.
Of course if she does shower without question, he'll take her clothes to wash them. Yet he'd give her the privacy that she needs, and wouldn't return until after the water was off and he was certain she was decent with towel or out of his sight. He gets very... uncomfortable around women. A sister/mother issue.
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Post by Mitsuki Park on Apr 18, 2007 13:09:36 GMT -8
...last will and testament...interesting..[/i]
Of course, Mitsuki did question the whole "last will and testament" part. Was he dying? Was that the reason he decided to teach her? Or maybe he's like one of those guys from that one movie, where once he thinks she knows/is ready for anything, he'll suddenly disappear letting her think that he's dead.
..kay...maybe not.
When he mentioned that they would dine high class, she began to wonder. She was dressed in black sweats and a regular short sleeved shirt; did he have clothes for her ready, or did he plan on making her go in this attire? Another thing: Mitsuki was taught proper manners and such at a young age, so dining high class - or close to it - isn't really anything new. The only thing Mitsuki loathed about the whole high class thing...is that usually the girls wore skirts, or a dress of some sort. Now...
Mitsuki + Dress = ERR0R.
Not that she looked totally bad in them...it's just that she found the whole bit very uncomfortable.
Eh...then she had to remind herself that whatever Teacher says, she'll do. It's a funny thing though, since she doesn't even know Teachers name, and vice versa...or at least, she never told him. It was so easy for him to get information about her, whereas for Mitsuki, she'd have to snoop around quite a bit.
"..alright.."
She'd follow him to the showers, and from that point on, she'd wash her hair, let the water pour against her body, wrap a towel to cover herself up, step out and put her clothes back on. Mitsuki takes quick showers - no longer than ten to fifteen minutes, depending on her mood, and since she was taking a shower in a foreign place...well, let's just say she'd rather have it over with.
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Post by valekin on Apr 22, 2007 10:08:52 GMT -8
Instead of some frilly dress waiting for her. A very stylish Chinese dress was waiting for her, as well as the necessary underclothing. The underclothing was hers of course, washed, and dried. In fact they were still warm. All in under fifteen minutes for only 10.99! Not really. The dress was red, with black flames and Chinese dragons. Not nearly as degrading as a European dress. In fact it was very similar to the Serbian Battle Dress.
She'd find him waiting on the factory floor sitting in a folding chair. Still wearing his boots, and gloves. But now he wore his trench coat, a pair of black dress pants a white dress shirt, and a red and black checkered tie, loose around his neck. The restaurant they were going to he practically owned. As he was there almost every weekend anyway.
"Ready to go?"
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Post by Mitsuki Park on Apr 24, 2007 15:27:39 GMT -8
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Taking the dress and the undergarments hesitantly, she quickly tried to get changed. Standing in her undies and bra, she stared at the dress, wondering how the hell she was supposed to put it on. She knew her head was supposed to slip out of that hole, and her legs came out at the bottom..and...her arms come out of the sleeves. Was there a zipper on the back? Or do you just simply slip it on like you do a shirt? Stupid piece of...
...do I even look chinese...?[/color]
Whatever. Picking up the dress, she turned it around to the back to see if there was a zipper, and having found none, she gave a small sigh. Just pull it on, she assumed. Pulling her head through the bottom of the dress, she pulled it down, only to find that her head won't find through. Her hands moved to the top of the dress, and having felt some string, she began to try to untie the string on top the best she could without looking. Luckily, it didn't take too long, since it was getting harder to breath. Pulling her head through, and then her arms, she fixed her hair by simply brushing her hand through it once, and then eventually looked down at the string.
Awww, stupid dress..
She did what any girl who didn't give a crap about dresses would do; tie it like you would a shoe lace!
Eh..she'll fix it later.
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Post by valekin on Apr 24, 2007 17:28:07 GMT -8
"Yes, you seem ready. Let us venture forth to the Cameo. Don't worry, we'll be back."
Hye ha ha ha...
Once more he'd lead her to the car. Then his crazy driving would ensue. If there was an automatic ticket dispenser for every time he broke a traffic law or regulation. It would've been out of tickets before he got out of the industrial quarter. He nearly ran over six people, two dogs, and fifteen squirrels.
Luckily for them they got to go through the middle of a Bloods -v- Crypts gang war. They nearly put a hole in his precious Corvette. Oh the damage that would be done if they had shot his car! He shook his head, thinking that those kids didn't know what organized crime meant, and they didn't know how to shoot, and have never heard of this concept called aiming.
"We wouldn't have been shot if we were parked, they can't even hold their weapons correctly! And they don't even aim! They're horrible 'gangsters'!"
Hye ha ha ha ha ha!
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Post by Mitsuki Park on May 6, 2007 15:54:32 GMT -8
As soon as she stepped in the car, the seatbelt would be clicked into position. And as he began driving, she sat very, very still. Crazy driving was nothing new to her; her brother did it often, especially when he ensued in races with the most ridiculous people. Of course, when they drove through a gang fight, she tensed up a bit; none of the bullets hit the car, which amazed her. Either they sucked at shooting, or he was a good enough driver to dodge all the bullets. Either way, it appeared to be a little bit of both, more of the guys stinking at shooting than him being able to dodge 'em all. Gangsters, huh? If anything, they're probably just thugs.
Silence.
Makes you wonder how he still has his license.. If he even has one in the first place.[/color]
Mitsuki did not have her license, however, she still drove.
Yay for her~
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Post by valekin on May 6, 2007 16:09:29 GMT -8
He drove just as insanely in the downtown region as he did through the industrial quarter. The cops lost him four or five times after they attempted to pull him over. He made a game out of it. After all, if he could, he'd drive a tank downtown, and park it in the nearest Starbucks to wherever he was going. God did he hate Starbucks. It was the worst. They ruined coffee.
"Get the fuck out of the way."
He said to some skateboarding kid that was really pissing him off. The Corvette roared as he neared the kid. The boy panicked and got off the street, and back onto the sidewalk. Just in time for Vale to run a red light, and nearly get them both killed. Makes you wonder where he learned to drive.
"These people can't drive. And what the hell is with all these lights in the intersections eh? They only slow me down."
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Post by Mitsuki Park on May 30, 2007 12:41:22 GMT -8
Crazy driver, much..?[/color]
If Mitsuki were a normal person, she would've laughed; but since she isn't, she merely arched a brow when he said that these people couldn't drive. Let's see here. They drove through a gang fight, nearly ran a boy on a skateboard, probably drove straight through the stoplights, most likely caused a car accident that didn't involve his car somewhere along the way, and had the cops following after him. Of course, with the speed he was going at - and his reckless driving - the cops soon lost Teacher and...poof! All was well again.
Except for his driving.
"...where'd you learn how to drive?"
Her grip on the door was evidentally tight, obviously not wanting to fall over to the side or crash into the window if he suddenly decided to stop.
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Post by valekin on May 30, 2007 12:51:14 GMT -8
"I learned in Serbia in a Tijger Battle Tank. This is like a much lighter, faster Tijger battle tank. I have one inch of tungsten steel armor plating under the paneling!"
Hye ha ha ha ha!
Yes, a crazy driver. At least it was armored though! If he hit something, that something would most likely be obliterated. He started to slow down, and pulled into a parking lot behind a tall building. They were in the inner city. He parked the vehicle, and got out, walking around to the other side of the vehicle, and opening the door for her. Where did he learn that? In a Tijger Battle Tank as well? Not likely.
Serbian Etiquette.
"We've arrived at our destination."
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Post by Mitsuki Park on May 30, 2007 13:06:37 GMT -8
...a battle tank?...[/color]
Kay. 'Nuff said about that.
Anywho, although they had begun to slow down, her tightened grip against the door stayed put. Once he stopped and parked the vehicle, she loosed her grip and dropped her hand, before re-tying the lace around her neck into a bow. She wasn't sure how that was supposed to be tied, if there was a certain way to tie it in the first place, but he didn't tell her, and she didn't care, so..meh. About to open the door on her own, it seemed that Teacher already beat her to it. The door opened for Mitsuki and she stepped out, giving a nod of thanks before looking around.
Well, at least he parked right.
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