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Post by hualord on Aug 24, 2007 10:04:57 GMT -8
# of Fighters: 2
Names of Fighters: Emily and "Unfettered"
Arena Description: Newly refurbished School Gym, Snow storm outside of building. (Non-linear)
Match Type: To the Knock out.
Xp Gains: Participation points only, no special conditions determined.
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Post by seishounohana on Aug 26, 2007 4:14:51 GMT -8
Interesting... It was "snowing".
This fieldtrip to... the rather colder area in America sounded particularly fun when it started... until this stupid girl found herself soaked, having forgotten to... well ... bring her winter gear. HOW STUPID! IT WAS WINTER.
WINTER!
She kept cursing to herself as she ran towards the first place she could find for shelter. Dammit...
Much more interesting is how she got to this school gym. Well, it was a snow day obviously... it was the nearest building around... and yes, no one was there. Not a soul.
She sighed and opened the door. Emily whispered a thank you to God for having this school's teachers be so darned forgetful. Now all she has to worry about is going back to that ... well... hotel room she was staying... well, along with several other classmates.
Trying to fit in can be so exausting. Emily even contemplated why she even bothered to go in the first place besides escaping from work for a few days.
Speaking of work... she wondered if Unfettered got that letter asking for a temporary leave. It included a letter from Layla, her Psychologist... and it all went saying that she needed time to relax if she was to recover from her mental condition.
Mental condition. Bah.
She closed the door, and went to look a place to hang her clothes so she can dry up. This was most probably a basketball gym. Hoops... seats... all that.
Emily looked around, a little... well uneasy about undressing here... but does she have a choice...? Well, she'd care less if anyone saw her almost naked. Who cares? Not like they can assault her anyways.
She could burn their skin to a crisp if she wanted.
Taking of her long sleeved shirt, she set it on one of those rails to dry. Oh well... this thin tank top will be sufficient to cover herself. After all it dries quickly and all that.
Now all she needed was a heater... something to get warm with.
Damn her luck.
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Post by "Unfettered" on Aug 30, 2007 0:01:23 GMT -8
Following Up Snow is a rare thing in California. Save for places like Big Bear. And even then, it is usually artificially made. The last fall of snow in California occurring close to twenty years ago, now. What, with the five year drought going on, this was nothing short of miraculous. Beautiful, even. Like a brand new sheet of paper, just waiting to be written on, to be drawn on. Full of endless possibilities that only you, the person there, could carve out. Absolutely pure. Capable of drawing out the imagination in full wind. Snow flakes. The freezing cold. But most importantly of all... the fallen snow. Precious. Amazing. So often is it taken for granted. So often is it not revered and precautioned against. Destroyer of crops. Massacrer of people. But nature's delight. And in this day, an unused, rare form of entertainment, around places of the coast. Used for drinking water, used for throwing snowballs, used for making snow forts and snow men... and in some places, igloos. The uses of snow ranges from a killer, to a child's play thing, to even a way of life.
For "Unfettered" however? It was three things: One, a way to take a minor vacation (Valekin was definitely earning his keep... had to give the man a raise, if this kept up). Two, he'd use this to follow-up on Emily's letter. Make sure she got properly rested. And three... well, it was snowing. And his secret passion for snow had livened up his spirits, but also sank them down. Made it much more dangerous for him to use his Qi. Much more. While he would be able to produce his Qi with more ease, and lessen the strain on his own body, he himself would also suffer from the cold at an increased one-hundred percent. The point being, of course, he better not get caught in a fight outside. But as anxious as he was, he did a bit more of... 'life', in his eyes. Excitement in his step.---
---Right. Couldn't forget. Even though Emily gave him a letter with a written signature by the school's psychologist (who's lesson was still reeling in his mind...), he had to do this for the sake of checking on her. Make sure she was alright. Maybe not necessarily an employer's job, but the business was still small, and he'd personally want to encourage his employee's to be well. Make sure she'd be able to return to work. That sort of thing. For himself, he wore his normal attire (normal for him, anyways...): A large, heavy coat, a massive scarf, leather gloves, combat boots, and jeans, with an extra layer of snow pants over it. Beneath his jacket was a simple, white, short-sleeved undershirt. And yet, this STILL wasn't enough to keep him as warm as he'd like these days---
Digressing a lot these days...
Shaking his head, he continued to stride on. More or less looking for someplace warm to stay, yet looking for some of the others on the trip as well. Had a tendency to go off on his own, really. Thoughts of regret panged at him, as he imagined turning back and going to those restaurants, get something hot to eat, and then continue on his way, but he'd lose precious time on exploring the place on this field trip. Something that some people actually took for granted, just lounging about in their hotels when they should be checking out the place, get to know the new area a little better, and basically 'learn'.
.."Unfettered" couldn't help but chuckle, now. Starting to sound like a snobbish teacher or something in his own head.
Of course, it was at this point when he noticed that the lights were on in a school's gym. Mm. Going in would mean that the snow on his clothes would melt, and he'd end up rather... 'wet'. But it was starting to do that already. Case in point. He'd check the place out.
Pressing on the door would prove that the place was indeed being used, or unwittingly unlocked. Either way, should he meet someone in there, like a janitor or something, he'd just apologize and ask to stay for a few minutes or something---"Hallo... anyvon zer---"...
Now, fully just stepping inside, losing hesitation, but uncertain if.. well... Tilting his head to the side, was she... uh... undressing?"..E-Emily!? Iz zat you!?" |
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Post by seishounohana on Aug 30, 2007 0:19:52 GMT -8
The young Filipina found herself bored. 30 minutes past and the snow hadn't stopped falling. Dammit, she never got used to this weather even with the thought that she lived through winter... IN TOKYO for crying out loud.
It was sad. She was about to take off her Jeans when...
"Hallo... anyvon zer---"
EEK! A MASCULINE VOICE! ... FAMILIAR EVEN!
Uh oh.
ZIIIIIIIIP~
She closed her pants and looked towards the voice. Oh, it was Unfettered.
... ok. She shouldn't overreact. Not like he can do much.
'...Ecchi... ecchi...' came the call of Kari..
Oh. Fucking. Shit.
The woman's mind rushed and emptied her pockets. NO SEDATIVES. SHE LEFT IT AT THE ROOM!?
... what... a bad... time.
"Oi." She raised a hand to greet him. Though clad in a clingy, half-wet tank top... who cares? She was clothed and that was damned enough.
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Post by "Unfettered" on Aug 30, 2007 0:45:39 GMT -8
Nope. Not Awkward At All. Na-uh. "Oi." Suddenly averting his eyes, "Unfettered" waved back, but walked closer. "So, uh... I got your letter, Emily... Ze trip is having a good effect on you thuz far, ja?" Making the rather fatal mistake of looking at her, when he'd finally gotten closer, ending his sentence. ..Her red tank top was clinging to her. A slight amount of transparency. Shudder going through his body. He was probably already in trouble with three girls. Didn't need to make a fourth issue.
..Well, aside from the slight embarrassment, his clothes were starting to soak in, and... following after Emily's lead (though keeping about a ten foot distance for privacy's sake, as well as to keep his eyes averted), he slowly unwrapped his scarf, cloak... snow pants.. just basically leaving himself in his jeans, white short-sleeved shirt, and combat boots."Varm place..." |
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Post by seishounohana on Aug 30, 2007 0:56:17 GMT -8
"So, uh... I got your letter, Emily... Ze trip is having a good effect on you thuz far, ja?"
Emily paused, what to answer... No sedatives... yup... all is good.
"I'd only hope so." she answered, looking away towards the window up near the ceilings to just stare at the snowfall. Pretty, yes... but one heck of a bother.
Going back and forth from three countries, three types of weather ... eh... she knew the best and worst of all seasons: The cold wasn't fun.
"Varm place..."
"Heh..." Emily just said, sitting down. "The only reason why you're warm right now is because of my Qi."
...
Right... She was able to change temperatures. Emily slapped herself mentally, why didn't she think of this BEFORE?!
Now... she focused, turning the heat up a notch to... a rather warmer temperature of 40c. Though it took some energy, it shouldn't be much. After all, there was an issue of warmth here... and the cold didn't help in making the damp clothing any dryer. It would save her a lot of... well... ... uncomfortable experiences.
Speaking of such... Unfettered was undressing. Well, she was looking away... and naturally... Emily was supressing the urge to look... well not knowing what he took off anyway, she would be disturbed if she looked at the body of the opposite sex and didn't mind.
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Post by "Unfettered" on Aug 30, 2007 1:16:36 GMT -8
Faster Methods Of Drying...? "The only reason why you're warm right now is because of my Qi." ---"Oh, really now...?"Slowly walking over... aye. Aye. He could definetely feel some heat generating, but only mildly, since he was technically... very far away still, if you count five feet. Looking on at her in a rather neutral manner, still with his wet shirt and jeans, but that had given him an idea to ask her to..."..Spar vith me? Or outright fight? Ve could get dryer at a much faster rate, if our bodies are heating up as vell, ja?"A grin, as he eyed her with his only eye. It'd been a while. And this was a perfect condition to see how he'd fare, with this new type of scenario, and this new type of weather. Zat, and ze fact that she wasn't zat bad looking...
...Vell, getting to know her a little better zis vay couldn't be THAT bad, could it? |
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Post by seishounohana on Aug 30, 2007 1:27:08 GMT -8
Emily would look up at the taller man, as if to think for a moment before she stood and limbered a little - warming up some cold unused muscles. It... felt weird that this could be the first battle she could be doing without Kari's ... well... assistance. If you could ever call it that anyway.
"Very well," She said, as she placed her arms over her chest in an X position, her palms touching her shoulder blades and stood at a rather, well.. casual stance.
She was giving him a cold smrik, one she rarely gave away. "Give me what you've got, Winters."
She knew he was here for a LOT longer than herself, he could be... twice... thrice... hell... even way past four times much stronger than she was.
Her only hope... was to stay the farthest away from him as she basically can.
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Post by "Unfettered" on Aug 30, 2007 1:44:57 GMT -8
The Smiling Lasher "Give me what you've got, Winters." Return the grin, because that's the polite thing to do.
...And because you haven't felt this excited for a while. Not because it'd be a fair fight. But because of the learning experience to be had. For the both of them.
Feet together. Right foot pivots on the heel to the right ninety degrees. Pivoting on the toe to the right, ninety degrees. Pivot on the heel one last time to a forty-five degree stop. His right hand fisted to go against his cheek. ...But before the perfect 'orthodox boxing' stance could be taken up, his left arm just went up to his waistline, fisted up. 'Hitman Style' |
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Post by seishounohana on Aug 30, 2007 1:59:57 GMT -8
"As you wish." She closed her eyes lightly, increasing the temperature around a 2 meter/6 feet radius around her by 10 celcius higher. Though to be deliberately honest, it is particularly very uncomfortable... but it helps that the temperature only increases as it goes away from her. It is somewhat... a sheild. Protecting her by creating inhumane temperatures that normal humans won't be able to well... withstand.
She would fling both her hands outwards, creating an X of invisible blades towards winters. Afterwards, she would just find herself flipping backwards into an aerial saumersault to the ground, letting each foot create, each, a vertical blade.
True, she was... rather... still an amateur, in her style of fighting. But to try and defend yourself against things you can barely see with the naked eye, is something else.
She was still playing rouge.
Kari wanted out.
Very well, give a few more time... let the young girl feel fatigue and pain... maybe then... when she's knocked out...
She will come back to have more of that sweet blood. A NEW FLAVOR! Yummy~
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Post by "Unfettered" on Sept 23, 2007 23:34:58 GMT -8
Burning! =D!? The strange feeling that he got from her, as the temperature in the area seemed to grow a little hotter... made him wonder. ..And wonder a little bit more, as Emily seemed to pointlessly fling her hands forward in a sharp manner, before somersaulting backwa---"EYaaahh..."Pushed backwards, he let out a slow hiss, as he winced in on himself, suddenly holding his arms, where... 'burn marks' had suddenly shot themselves. Indeed, his chest appeared to be a little inflamed as well. An eye whirled at her.
..And the gaping hole on his clothes? That'd only tangle and get in the way. He tore it off.. and found that he seemed to have a 'X-marks-the-spot' burn across his chest. A slight grin was shot at her..."..Vat ze hell vas that attack...?"..And suddenly.. stooping low, his arms trailing behind him, as if building momentum to bring his hands onto her, and beat away at her, a strange look coming into his face, he cackled slightly. Dropping the pretenses of a boxing stance. And, should he reach her, he'd try to tackle her on her left side, and bring a right arm around her waist.. and tackle her backwards.
That IS of course, unless she didn't just shoot another.. 'whatever' of those things at him.. But his eye was keeping a careful watch. A test?"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA... INTERESTING, INTERESTING... CARE TO SHOW IT TO ME AGAIN, JA!?"..
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..Yeah. That guy.
Someone very familiar. |
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Post by seishounohana on Sept 28, 2007 22:57:24 GMT -8
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA... INTERESTING, INTERESTING... CARE TO SHOW IT TO ME AGAIN, JA!?"
Emily smirked, she was at a good distance away - safe from whatever attacks Unfettered could unleash.
He was stronger than her for sure, she could feel it - Faster even. What was holding him back?
... What was holding her back.
His aura grew more like an insanity almost matching Kari's. Emily unconsciously bit her lover lip in anticipation, crimson liquid trickling to just above her chin before she licked it. Her eyes were in heat.
Kari liked this - Emily was willingly putting her on the surface. It wasn't very often this happened.
"NyaaAAaaaahhh..." She said, finding herself tackled to the ground and rolling endlessly towards the left side of the court. Surely, Unfettered was faster than she was- the best things she could do is let themselves roll until they've stopped. With every roll came a higher and hotter temperature for both of them - but Kari was dearly used to the heat of her Qi, was Unfettered just as used to it?
[XDD Gonna die. @__@;]
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Post by "Unfettered" on Oct 17, 2007 19:32:12 GMT -8
An Uncouth Desire Faster... faster... rolling, rolling, rolling. The fires grew about him, burning into his clothes. Nay. There was some strange reluctance. Even as he gritted his teeth, easily visible for her to see, catching fire on her, as it only grew hotter and hotter, the degrees rising by the second, yet not stopping.
He could not use his Qi on her.
For such a man, whose Qi matched his own personality, it was just that. He was ice. And therefore, was melting, would sizzle, and would evaporate...
...Explosively.
At every square inch of pain she drove all about him, searing his body through and through, there was one thing that would not stop, as hard as he might try to grit his teeth to bar the pain from screaming.
...He would not stop smiling.
Violently jabbing his shoe towards the ground, he flipped himself off. His eye was smoldering red, yet he could not... call 'him' back into full strength. No, nay, he had made a pact with him. And himself with himself. But, in its own way, that was its own true excitement.
Propping himself up, blowing out explosively through his mouth, he tore away at whatever remained of his shirt.
Strange, really.
You could see scars... many scars... accentuated by the burning...
...Yet, he would not stop him from charging at her, violently so.
If she lay yet on the ground, he would skip to a stop on his left foot towards her, and mash his fist towards the ground, which would crush into the wooden floorboards. And if he made direct contact, he'd use her as a rubber band, cock his arm like a gun, and try to nail her again, in the heavy-hammer fashion.
Standing up would result in a side jump, directly at her, pushing off from his right foot, to feign a left-forward kick, but in reality to bring his right hand down, mid-air for a similar meteor-strike fist-hammer technique on her.
Should she dodge from the flying punch, he'd stumble a bit forward, before pumping his right foot, to pivot towards her, in a violent manner.
And likewise, should she roll out of the way, on the floor, from a downward-smash punch... he'd tear his arm back out, violently, scratch up his arm, and turn about to her, with a lot of energy, heavy breathing, and try to aim an upward kick at her, wherever she was positioned...
Regardless of whether or not he would be able to execute his attack, miss, or be completely negated, however....
"KEKEKEKEKEKE
KEKEKEKEKEKE
KEKEKEKEKEKE
KEKEKEKEKEKE
KEKEKEKEKEKE
KEKEKEKEKEKE
KEKEKEKEKEKE
KEKEKEKEKEKE..." |
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Post by seishounohana on Oct 20, 2007 4:44:27 GMT -8
Emily's opponent began rolling away as he caught fire. He rolled and rolled, giving the girl an opportunity to get off.
This girl was Ice... she too, was fire.
Emily was Ice; Kari was fire.
Emily is Kari.
They are one.
And then Unfettered ripped off some of his clothing, revealing scars that were normally oblivious to this girl. Emily grinned and licked her teeth in excitement. Kari was surfacing slowly.
And she found sancturary in her earlier decision to roll off. It was one lucky decision, but she doubted that it would be of any help. Unfettered was obviously faster, and obviously much more experienced in the ways of fighting.
He punched against the ground, and then he rolled with great speed towards her - it was something so unexpected from someone so experienced to someone who's lesser in the latter. She was hit at the chin, forced flying upwards and back and onto the wall.
On the wall were cracks and a huge dent. Emily fell to the ground, her hair messed up, and was at a kneeling position with her face facing the ground and her hands on her shoulders in her earlier 'X' position.
Silence reigned for about a few moments... well except for Unfettered's laugh of victory, and the hiss that came out from Emily's lips. It was drenched in blood, and some were trickling off. Her hands twitched, opened and shut itself... cracking her knuckles...
Her Face was the same, but her aura - wasn't the same
This was Kari.
She went on all fours, growling madly like a wolf - yet somewhat defensive towards this man.
'Stay close to the wall...' she told herself mentally, taking note that if he ever did anything - she could use the force he used to get near her against him, and THEN attack.
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Post by hualord on Dec 16, 2007 19:49:08 GMT -8
Emily Wins, grace period over.
+1 each.
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