Persistance (Roxy)

["Unfettered"]

Greetings From The Nazi! =D?

"...Mm. Another attempt today? How did you fare?"

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"I see. Vat did you say her name vas? Und how did she look like?"

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"...Where is she heading?"

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"Understood. I'll try my luck vith her. Thank you, Mr. Seran."

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The German slowly began to saunter off in the direction of a hallway... He hadn't really been paying attention as to where he might be, except for the direction that Gabriel had given him. For himself, he had on his usual attire. Jeans. His Artemis Hunting Boots. His Hades Coat. Ares War Gloves. Scarf (hey, it really had been cold lately... not so weird, these days in SoCal). Bokken holstered at his left, a large hammer sheathed on his back, and a length of metal bulging underneath coat on the right hip-side. This fellow had long, white hair, and a sharp looking eye---But what made most newcomers pause would be his Nazi eye-patch over where should have been his left eye.

Slightly intimidating. ...As well as the fact that his head, the only visible part to his entire body, was covered with scars old and new, making him look rather beat up. But he had on a strange looking face---a curious, observant looking one. Well, he was searching for someone.

A certain, particular looking woman of...

o_x

...Was that her?

...

He'd wave, just in case, smiling slightly. Wouldn't call her out by her name outright---that'd be just rude. Besides... he had the bad habit of not telling people his name/alias... A good chance to work on it. Hopefully, she'd come to him, instead of making him run after her.

..."Unfettered" wasn't as fast as he used to be, after all. For the time being, anyways.

[Roxy]

Stopped towards one side of the hallway Roxy was addressing a dark haired girl about their study group she had just volunteered herself for. The new girl had to play catch up somehow. They had agreed to a meeting after the last period of the day. With that Roxy had excused herself for the small group of girls.

Moving over to the water fountain the short haired girl bent over and took a sip of the cold water. Her fingers of her free hand brushing back the loose strands in the front so they didn't dangle into the flow of water. After a few swallows Roxy straitened up, smacking her lips together and looking around the hallway.

Her blue eyes came to meet a guys who was looking strait at her. His white hair stood out as well as the patch and his attire, she gave him a once over. She hadn't seen him previously but she was till pretty new and finding that a lot of students attended the school. Keeping her eyes strait on him he gave a wave. He was addressing her.

It was a little strange for him to be picking her out specially since they were not acquaintances. But Roxy found herself meeting all kinds of people lately. So since she had no reason not to go see what the guy wanted she strode across the hall stopping a few steps in front of him.

"What can I do for you..."

She left the end of her sentence open waiting to see if he would introduce himself or just get strait to the point.

["Unfettered"]

OOC: Short, but to the point?

Genuine

"What can I do for you..." the girl replied, approaching him, stopping just a few steps in front of him. The German had long before attempted her a once over, and immediately stopped half-way, before the discomfort in his mind would grow. She was ridiculously attractive. For a moment, he considered mentally cursing Gabriel, but stopped, before his face could contort into anything. Instead, his face was simple and close to that of stone. There was a pause, but his face slowly cracked into a grin. "...'Unfettered.' Ja."

Still, in spite of his "discomfort," he did extend out his right, gloved hand, nodding to her with a smile and an eye that spoke only of kindness. Provided she'd shake his hand... he'd grip it, slowly shaking it up and down.

"...Und, I vant to fight you. If you have ze time, Miss...?"

Yeah, Gabriel had told him her name, but that was besides the point. Kindness? Fighting? The expression on his face didn't change into something cocky---It was quite the same, actually, an actual kindness meant.

...Or perhaps that was the whole point? Maybe it was just blatant deception, and he was just looking for cheap thrills?

Or...?

[Roxy]

(ooc- It happens to the best of us. All ya can do is complain and continue on like I always do.)

"Roxy"

Doing the only polite thing to do and not leave him hanging Roxy extended her hand and shook his, lady like with just a soft grasp and a light shake. The guy didn't have your average name, no Joe, Bob, Scott ect. ect. He addressed himself as Unfettered. Having it pass through her brain as it chewed on it for a moment, she assumed 'fetter" was a sort of restraint if last she knew. She was smart to an extent but not one to read the dictionary in her spare time, so she wouldn't be quoting anything any time soon. So coming to the conclusion of him being more or less unshackled or not having any restrant she would of course be a little weary when he would ask for a fight.

She must have had one of those looks on her face like what he said was crazy. Roxy had been warned about people being blunt and to the point.

"Well sweets, ain't you just strait to the point. But I will be frank with you. If I wanted to fight I would have carried myself better clothes. I don't mind showing off my legs but honey I don't wanna give guys around here a peep show."

She smirked. She couldn't tell if he was serious on the gesture or not. She had her fair share of fighting experience but nothing quite so formal. Frankly from what he was packing, from what she could see strapped to him. It wouldn't be much of a fair fight. No doubt the scars that he wore on his skin showed that he had his fair share of run ins and would be a little too advanced for Roxy.

"Besides shouldn't you be pestering someone a little more stronger than a girl like me. Its a guaranteed win on your part. And I'm not about to wager myself on something I know is going to turn up on the bad side."

["Unfettered"]

OOC: Thank you so much for letting me use this theme song. I've been waiting forever for something like this. XD

PANTS!? =D!?
Theme Song: Pants Dance By Geier Arnold (API)

"Roxy"

The German would nod again. "Pleased to meet you, mein gut Fraulen," he'd say the edges of his lips still rimmed with a bit of a grin, as they went onto shaking hands. But, truth be told, he wasn't that unnerved by her facial response. He was being rather forward, after all.

"Well sweets, ain't you just strait to the point. But I will be frank with you. If I wanted to fight I would have carried myself better clothes. I don't mind showing off my legs but honey I don't wanna give guys around here a peep show."

---Crap. That had totally slipped his mind, but instead of doing what he had originally intended, he then retracted his hand from hers, quirking up a brow, as he went onto pocketing his hand.

"Besides shouldn't you be pestering someone a little more stronger than a girl like me. Its a guaranteed win on your part. And I'm not about to wager myself on something I know is going to turn up on the bad side."

o_x

Oh. Right. He looked at himself. Paused. Then slowly began nodding again, absorbing what she was saying... "...Gotcha."

And that was that---

"I vill not use my veapons, I vill not fight to break or sprain bones, nor fight to cause permanent injury. I vill not fight vith my pants."

---Rapidly, he began to undo his coat down the center, slowly undoing his belt, undoing it, and then doing it about his shirt, before unbuttoning and unzipping his pants.---*FWUMP*

Looking back up at her, he slowly moved his legs out of the pant legs, kicking it towards her, his face no longer smiling, but neither was it condescending or any less warm. Completely unabashed by the fact that his boxers were now visible. ...As well as his legs.

"I vill not sexually harass you, I vill not fight dirty.---You can do all of ze above, however. Ve can fight in ze area of your choosing, you may wear my pants vile ve fight---I just vish to insist zat ve fight, und I am determined to convince you to."

...Besides, all these weapons were just weighing him down, more then anything... But that was one tip he wasn't going to be saying to her. ...Unless absolutely needed to, to convince her.

Provided she didn't already think him a bigger weirdo/pervert/freak then she probably already assumed him to be.

Eh.

He'd done worse.

<_x

[Roxy]

He was serious wasn’t he. Roxy crossed her one arm just under her bosom and let the other hand rest slightly just on her cheek as she watched as he undressed himself. The guy really didn’t care about his image apparently. By then it wasn’t hard to notice the crowd of onlookers. It would be difficult to explain what happen should anyone ask questions without getting the right information back. She was sure there would be rumors of sexual orientation for at least a few days.

“Now that you made yourself clear.”

She shook her head slightly. Why people would do this was beyond her comprehension. Specially since this guy was pretty sure of himself that she could even fight at all. In the back of her mind she was still aware of just how much this was an unfair fight. The fact that anyone that has done any weight training knew that once that weight is gone they are a lot faster than they appear. Roxy wouldn’t be one to gloat but she was a little quick on her feet also. It still remained to be seen just how agile the guy was compared to her.

“How about you put your pants back on and we pick a time and a place like civilized people.”

She of course would wait for him to dress himself, her weight being shifted to one side of her body as she stood waiting. Once he was appropriate she would continue on.

“Since it is of my choosing. After school, I would love to go to the rest of my classes without any bruising, and preferably in the open rather than in a hallway filled with nosey spectators. The courtyard will be fine. I will have to acquire some more appropriate clothing but Im sure it wont be too hard.
So if it is that important, you will see me there. Im not going to be thrilled about it simply because I more better things to do but if you insist since there will be no other way than to just satisfy your curiosity.”

She then dropped her hands and adjusted her weight again.

“So until then sweets.”

And she would leave him standing there adjusting his clothing.

~~~ End of the School Day ~~~

Roxy stood there more impatient than anything. More for the simple fact that she had already realized that this wasn’t going to be cake walk. It seemed more of a one sided fight but she wasn’t about to decline and have the guy continue to irritate her until she did.

So standing in her skirt a pair of athletic shorts peeking from underneath she stood with her hands crossed under her bosom with her toe tapping on the ground. Tennis shoes, thanks to the gym department were provided in place of her heeled boots. Sure she would have rather kept her own shoes on. God knows who previously wore these but she was assured that all clothing has been cleaned. With her peircings taken out and placed safely in her bag she had pinned her long strands of hair away from her face and looked ready to rock. She didn’t know how far he would take it but once she came to the realization that she had no where else to go and no more strength to continue on, she would be calling it off.

She wasn’t going to be naive.

["Unfettered"]

SPOILER: Click to show

OOC: Pardon for taking so long. You've no idea how much I was looking forward to getting back to this thread. The only thread I know I have a dash of muse left for.---As a disclaimer, though, I won't pull off any random crap on you, unlike what it appears to be alluding to in this thread.---Except an option to benefit you, should things go bad for Roxy in this fight.

Those Subtle Reasons

“Now that you made yourself clear.”

The shaking of her head only affirmed it. ...And in spite of the terrible draft he was feeling now, he was still getting a bit of a kick out of this---Even if there were people watching. Not that he was supposed to---No, he was dead serious when he was saying he'd fight without his pants. But even with this moment of self-reflective comedic start to the day, he'd still glare rather angrily at all the onlookers. Some would just point and laugh back. Others actually began to stifle down. Majority, as per the fact that they were Californians ignored his glares for the most part and remained just as observant/nosy as usual.

“How about you put your pants back on and we pick a time and a place like civilized people.”

Hm?

Even as his glare was dumbed down to a blank stare at her, he'd consider her for a moment, watching her lean on one side of her hip. She didn't move, just staring back at him.---Ahh... She wanted him to put his pants back on.

...Still, he never did understand how girls could lean like that. Whenever he tried it, he was always off balance. Probably because of the third-leg (...Or pinky, or whatever... -_x...), but eh. Nodding at the fact that she was finally ready for terms, he smiled, non-chalantly stepping back into his pant-legs---struggling for a moment---before getting it back on nice and tight. A few more moments and he had his belt back on as well. From the way he did this, you might have think he was used to undressing and dressing in public. Might. Maybe.

“Since it is of my choosing. After school, I would love to go to the rest of my classes without any bruising, and preferably in the open rather than in a hallway filled with nosey spectators. The courtyard will be fine. I will have to acquire some more appropriate clothing but Im sure it wont be too hard.
So if it is that important, you will see me there. Im not going to be thrilled about it simply because I more better things to do but if you insist since there will be no other way than to just satisfy your curiosity.”

"Courtyard, after school. Gotcha."

...Slightly cliche, but he could appreciate that---Really. The courtyard was a bit of the generalized battlefield for all. Hell, he didn't think they even had fully repaired the courtyard just yet.

“So until then sweets.”

Smile.

Wave.

Wasn't used to the nickname, though. His eyebrow quirked up as he sounded off the words off his mouth a few times...

...Then back to glaring at all the others who were still looking at him like he was loony. Eventually they all began to scatter off, seeing as the attraction's tension had worn down, but the German, instead, immediately began to pace away, whipping out his cellphone and bringing it to his ears in one solid motion. Pressing a speed dial number, he continued walking towards the cafeteria.

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*"Ja. I've made contact vith her. Please inform Gabriel I'll be engaging her in combat, but zat he is not to watch."

*"..."*

*"Jajajajaja. You got your usual assignments.---Actually, I'm going to assign one more ting."*

*"...Ja. If tingz go sour..."*

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Panting... out of breath... "Unfettered" leaned out over the railing of the roof of the builiding, as three of his cohorts (Taylor Hawkins, Roger Summers, and William "Will" Todohike) were all sitting on their asses, legs spread out, arms and hands propped behind them to keep their backs up as they were in a similar condition to their leader.

As usual, it was Lauren Dal who was standing right beside him, poised with a sense of integrity, as she waved to "Sword," who was stationed on another building. Her camera was set to no flash. She looked down, with a clear view of the courtyard, ready to go. But still, she'd twist the edge of her lip, looking sideways at "Unfettered."

"...About that last order..."

"...*huff* Ja? *huff* Vat about it?" breathing heavily, slowly moving up to look at Dale from where he leaned. The look of discomfort with this situation began to increase on her face, as she puffed up her left cheek, outright just looking at the state of their leader.

"Well, on top of the 'warm-up' you had us do with you... won't that be a bit much on---"

"Nein."

"..."

She shook her head, looking back to the scene she was stationed at, zooming in, taking a picture with no flash or sound-effect with her digital camera at this "Roxy."

"...Sir."

Nodding, he took a few more gulps of air. "Unfettered" shook his head, laughing silently to himself, as he struggled to keep his eye open.

---Before reaching for the edge of the railing and flipping himself over, to descend-Hell. To fall down three stories to the ground and get himself killed. Naw. Not completely, anyways. His right hand followed after him, grabbing onto the ledges briefly to slow down his descent by a good mile per hour or so from the third, to the second, to the---

*CRUMBLE*

"SHIZA."

Throwing the rubble upwards, he'd quickly lace his fingers onto the broken edge, feeling the tips of his finger drag along, to the edges...---Then he fell down to the ground. Hard. Sort of cratered a little, but that was just because of how many things he had sheathed on his person. And besides... its not like he was actually going to use them in this fight, anyways. Still, he was sweating a bit more, from the already-pumping adrenaline in his body.

'Next time, take take the stairs...'

Cracking his head side to side, he proceeded to walk on slowly, knowing that pictures and video was being taken, even as he walked. But then, people didn't look up at the ceilings often---They were more often "people-watching." Except... he was beginning to understand why Gabriel offered this girl a position to join Militia.

...And better, as to why this girl had refused.

That just made him happier. Hopefully, if Roxy was as unaware of what position of leadership he was---That he was just some random schmo, looking for a fight---He'd get better results with her, versus risking the possibility of over-intimidating her.

Broken cement, gravel, and mud felt familiar under his feet. And yup---The water fountain where David Blaze and the transfer, Matthew Amtrum, still hadn't been repaired.

Towards the more open spot, he spotted Roxy. For the most part, she had on the same attire, except she had some shorts on peaking out from underneath.---His silent gratitude gleamed through his eye. Heck, the Rox even took off all her piercings and put on some nice looking boots.

The German was getting a very, very good vibe from all of this. Waving at her one more time, he'd pocket his hands, tilting his head to the left as he looked at her. Smiling, as usual.

"...Sorry to keep you vaiting. Ready to begin...?" slowly extending out one foot to its right, heel down, toe up at a ninety-degree angle, before he'd reach for it, while keeping his left foot planted. Then, he'd do the same in the opposite way, unless she didn't give him a chance.

If she didn't, though...

"Und vould you like me to fight vithout pantz?" he'd bring up again, more as a joke (though he would without lack of hesitation).

Pending on how it'd begin, though, the German would wait, unless she waited for him to make the first move.

And as the German stood now, offense was his weakest style.

[Roxy]

((ooc- I will forewarn you, I am a little rusty. Its been a few real years time -.-'))

She moved her arms from where the rested and shook her head.

"I believe I will spare you from fighting without pants."

She smirked as she watched him get ready. His stance seemed a little awkward since she believed him to have more experience than what he was now displaying. You can't tell her that the scars he wore along with his arsenal he showed earlier would tell a different story.

Roxy could easily just assume he was messing with her and if he was she just had to wonder why.

Putting that in the back of her mind she of course would go after him since he was letting ladies go first after all. With the few steps forward she would of course start off with some easy throws with closed fists, again her jewelry removed for obvious reasons, she no doubt would expect them to be deflected. Those throws would be consisted of more or less quick jabs towards the chest area or merely aimed at the ribs, rather than strait on the chest plate. Again easily deflected as she would keep her eyes open and act more defensively should he strike quickly after.

["Unfettered"]

Experience Vs. Speed

"I believe I will spare you from fighting without pants."

He'd settled back from his quick stretching to nod, agreeing neutrally.

"Vell, I doubt zat it vould hardly be a distraction, but danke none ze less."

And then... it began.

Charging at him with a few quick and simple steps, the German's eye was already alight. The difference in speed was paramount... Hence, his eye and mind were his best weapons if he was to put up a good fight. Hence... watching her round up her elbows and shoulders to punch him in her initial strike at his right rib, he'd step forward with his left foot, pivoting the rest of his body, making up for the lack of speed with efficiency, dodging that punch effectively.

...It was when he was stepping forward with his right, that her quick punches would brazely graze him left rib. Grunting briefly, he'd pivot again, this time to face her outright, as his head had been following after her this whole time, to try and bring his hands up and around her waist (since he'd closed the distance on her with all this forward side-stepping), and try to throw her up and over behind him---

---Except, he held on for a bit longer, twisting his flexible wrists a bit, so that she could flip over (possibly even to hit him in the head, if he wasn't careful, or if she was actively kicking at him), so that she'd land behind him. And for the most part, unharmed, if slightly dizzy and panicked from a possible adrenaline rush. Possibly.

Provided that worked, he'd step back with a right foot, his hands raising themselves up into an orthodox boxing style (left fist in front a bit, elbow curved, pointed at the opponent; right fist close to his face in preparation for a hook, straight, etcetera; left shoulder raised up, and head tucked towards it to provide extra cover; left foot forward and pointed towards the opponent; right foot at a 45 degree angle, a foot and a half apart from his forward foot, and about a foot behind; back hunched so as to make himself a smaller target).

If "twirl her in the air and land her facing away from him, behind him" move worked.

...Or he might have just moved himself in to have her in distance to hit him with a critical hit.

But why was he going through all the trouble to not hurt her in a fight?