SMASH Down! (Gabriel Seran, Plot, Observers)

["Tuvlan"]

OOC: Statistics are not fully calibrated, "Tuvlan" is fighting at a disadvantage. This suits me fine.

The Same Old Story...
...For The Last Time.

Let's begin a story. A story heard by many, a story told over and over again that is known rather well these days by any who choose to tend to read well into matters. A familiar story about a young boy who doesn't quite know how to express himself, doesn't understand fully how those who attempt to express themselves to him. This is the story of a boy who was made to be mentally retarded, literally dropped on his head as a baby, the story of a boy who was forsaken by his parents for his mental incapacitates, taken to the orphanage and grew up a hard, lonely life without realizing it. This is the story of a boy who knew rage, anger, and joy only through the means of fighting and getting hurt, whose closest friends were created from the blood they spilled from the boy.

This is the story of a boy who only knew how to say "Smash."

This is the story of a boy who was closet idiot savant.

This is the story of a boy who had been circulated around many Public High Schools to no avail on the boy's behalf.

This is the story of a boy who had been wearing the same set of loose clothes for several years.

...That was the story of a boy. A new chapter, a new sequel, a new story?

To begin:

The boy stood around his favored tree, having planted it in the concrete by force. Having taken refuge by the tree and sometimes upon its branches, he had kept up with his physical maintenance of push-ups, curls, stretches, and other mannerisms that kept him "sane" while many people were just happy to leave him be. Those that ventured too close and/or attempted to disturb him tended to provoke not anger but amused playfulness from the boy before he'd jump from where-ever he was situated to engage in various degrees of melee with various outcomes for his win-lose ratio which was highly uncertain at this point. The constant blood that was spilled appeared to have hardened around the tree enough to turn black, yet the tree was still alive, suggesting that the nutrients received from the blood-lettings from the day-to-day basis were enough.

The boy laid under his tree, in his intermingled filth, the blood crusted all about him both on him and underneath him...

It was morning, and it was time for the boy to wake up, which his eyes did upon simple prompting from the sun.

His left arm was still sore from having been broken a few weeks back by the big football jock, but he had cracked it back into place to have it heal up correctly. The morning routine, at around 6 o' clock to 6:30 A.M. went on undisturbed, and then the kids started pouring in, to which, the boy began to loiter around his "territory" in search of "playtime."

The boy found three playmates by around lunchtime before he settled back to lean on the tree, smiling stupidly to himself without ever laughing, truly happy in his oblivious mannerisms.---

OOC: You can choose to provoke him or just have your character minding his own business. I'll come up with the reason to engage in combat if the latter.~

[Gabriel Seran]

OOC: Tree?

A day like any other day however at a very familiar place. He had a bit of time on his hands today for one, so best to trek by the old school perhaps even just join in on a fight or perhaps a bit of judgments on the new top dog who would of course be any match for the current student body. Regardless he hopped a single fence making his way slowly towards the exterior of the school where an oddly procured tree had appeared where it quite possibly should not have been.

"hmmm, odd."

Eyes settled on a strange man who's mannerisms hadn't been understood under their first meeting however odd that was. But Gabriel remembered his face, the odd serenity to those monosyllabic words.

"Smash? That you?" Course Gabriel didn't know the boys name, he might as well be renamed Theodore or Einstein but regardless Smash suited him quite well.

["Tuvlan"]

Foreplay To Smash
-Rage's Chase-

"Smash? That you?"

---The eye of the boy was redirected.
Curious, someone was talking to him.---
'Huh?'
"Smash?"

Complacently, normally, as if there was nothing wrong with the stench that surrounded him, the boy's smile took on a different look---a joyous look of recognition touched on by the fact that his head was tilted slightly and it was the edge of his lips that curled into a smile.

'I remember you.'
"Smash."

'I definitely remember you.'
"Smaaaaassshhh..." that smile sucking up his entire face.

Fists clenched suddenly, as his shoulders heaved backwards, as if to lean back further on the tree---only to have his knee lock up into a ninety-degree angle up in the air before it suddenly slammed down a foot forward in front of the boy, rupturing the hardened concrete layered with flaky, black blood, bringing up dust and cracks of concrete to fly up in the air, before the boy's other leg was already brought forward to bring him into a sudden dash, snatching a round, rock-like piece of concrete from the air.

'LET'S HAVE SOME FUN!'
"SMASH!!! =D"

Since the boy by the name of Gabriel was within talking distance for the boy to hear him, they were probably around three yards/nine feet away from each other at most. Linear-wise, the boy's shoes were crunching into the already disturbed concrete, giving himself subconsciously sure-footing instead of slipping on the dried up blood while racing very obviously to try and and bring his right hand that held the one-foot radius large chunk of concrete in his right hand to a sudden snap back of his elbow only to snap the concrete forward into the face of the boy named Gabriel which would approximately be about three-to-four feet within range of each other.

During this, the boy's right foot would be stomping down with his left leg curled up to press down on the ground below with a knee-grinding stomp before pivoting his hip to bring his right hip forward and his left hip back to bring even more thrust into his right hand to bring the chunk of concrete even harder into the face of Gabriel, literally intending to break it apart on the boy's face.

The boy's left hand was just trailing after him, limply, but it would at that point be moving forward to instinctively grab hold of Gabriel's collar if the first attack worked (which would assume that Gabriel would be perhaps shocked or stunned), but this would bring awkwardness into the boy's position as he would attempt to bring Gabriel even closer to him before snapping his right arm back to try and bring whatever remained of the concrete chunk down and over in a circular motion over on top of Gabriel's head at such a close range, which would probably mean that it would hit Gabriel's back instead, and rather weakly at that.

However, this was all assuming that Gabriel stayed still or couldn't move fast enough to subtly move his position, to which the overly happy boy would be happy to oblige in changing up his attack pattern.

Since the school monitors and faculty made it a point to keep away the trash cans from wherever the boy was taking refuge to minimize the amount of projectiles the boy could appropriate, the boy had been forced to learn different ways to find different things to throw at people...

[Gabriel Seran]

The same old generic response was what made it easy for Gabriel to co-habitat with this fellow although in the same sense made it difficult. Difficult to understand his plight or distress, to change to suit or facilitate to the needs of the boy. In fact what he needed to do was understand him better than simply the SMASH monster. Of course there was no time for that noticing the quick shattering of concrete against his plastered feet a sudden jerk of awareness as Gabriel's eyes were more dead set, focused on one thing, the fight.

The instant he rushed forward Gabriel was closer than he'd initially been expecting, only at a close distance of two feet tops. Only enough time to fight off of reaction time as opposed to generic thought and pushed on the defensive startled him to work quickly.

In his first movement he'd shift his left fist up out of sheer reaction, making his forearm into a sort of shield to shatter the blow of the concrete slab defensibly guarding his face however moving subtly forward as opposed to back. His left hip forward and right back positioned in a pressing style till the boy's fist clamped over the collar.

No, there'd be a no touching rule emplaced there. Charging forward Gabriel would drive his head forward forcefully into a head butt the reaction by which if it hit would probably send him sprawling back of course entirely dependent upon how intense the boy's grip was, in which case could potentially cause trouble for Gabriel's attire and his own forward movement, the force of his own blow perhaps driving him further off balance.

With his other blow Gabriel would fire his left fist forward into the young Smash Monster's gut pin pointed just beneath the ribs seeking out his breath to destroy as much as possibly swiftly but also projecting his weight forward causing an ultimately off balanced motion.

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random dice roll - Luna Coat, You may re-roll if you doubt the turn out...
1) 6
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Totale: 6
x1.9

Strength: 272
Dexterity: 99
Constitution: 86
Intelligence: 184
Wisdom: 331
Charisma: 82

["Tuvlan"]

The Truth About Fights
-The Anticlimactic-

Physics or no, the truth about fighting was often that it was quick and decisive. There was no time for flair, there was no time for the quickness of capabilities such as in the movies. Fighting styles generally degraded down into numbed down acts of wrestling, choking, going for death strokes to end a fight fast. Movies had often destroyed how real fighting would be like, the intimidation of what a blade could be as you stared down the length of it, as you would fight against the desire to be cut, the desire to dodge more then to actually defend. The training required to actually go against veteran soldiers. Why in ancient days, people would need armies and armies of people to take down other armies and why politics to this day remain the preferred choice of action.

The left arm that would rise could not be seen by the boy as it rose up to break the concrete.

However, the boy had thrusted at three-to-four feet, meaning that the thrust by Gabriel's arm had come up into a fist at around two fist by the time he reacted. Due to the drastic wisdom and speed difference, it would be easy to say either that:

A) ...that the risen fist had come up in time to block the punch outright and instead of knocking it forward, the fist would be blocking the small rock (not slab) and the fist would take light damage to the overwhelming constitution that Gabriel possessed, naturally increasing his overall toughness. This would then prompt the boy to react by using the chunk of concrete in his right hand, even as he grabbed the collar of Gabriel to instinctively move it ever so slightly in front of him as the block would blow the concrete back to the boy's stature, and could use the small distance in space to intercept Gabriel's attempt at headbutting the boy. This would then result in the chunk of concrete shattering in the boy's hand giving the boy a sudden shock before the rest of the headbutt (if it was followed-through with) would proceed to ram into the boy's own forehead (meaning the overwhelming amount of damage would be ever so slightly softened). If this proceeded to happen, then the boy's feet would be grinding against the floor backwards before he'd move in (without knowing) into the punch at his gut to return the headbutt with an overly glorious look to his smile. The boy would still be on the short end of the stick in terms of the damage being exchanged.

The death-grip the boy would possess on the boy named Gabriel's collar would be on the verge of ripping as he would be tugging on it so tightly.

Alternatively:

B) Gabriel's fist would intercept the concrete chunk beautifully, both shattering and redirecting the chunk of concrete along with the boy's hand with it in an upward mannerism. The boy's left hand would then reach out nonetheless, with that stupid smile on his face, to reach for the collar of Gabriel while still rushing forward, just in time to make a synchronized headbutt of both combatants to which the boy would obviously still be on the short end of the stick without anything to soften the blow, the boy's head being knocked backwards, and the grip he had on Gabriel's collar being loosed up.

The boy would then already be off balance and if Gabriel would still attempt to slam his fist on the already-falling-backwards boy, it would only catch air as the boy's seemingly drunken flailing would knock him on his ass.

Already the boy was seeing red. This guy hit a lot harder then when they first met. It only would be cause for the boy to smile all the harder.

If scenario B followed through, the boy would just be still struggling to get up, having hunched forward in an attempt to try and get back up his shoulders forward and his arms forward on the ground like paws while his legs would be winded up like the springs of a frog's legs while he made struggling forward motions to erect himself vertically...

[Gabriel Seran]

Upon his guard of the concrete slab and taking less than enough damage to slow down Gabriel's progressive wrath his motion continued forward without regret being pulled into a head butt by Smash's iron clad grip. The metal collar around his neck seized forcefully in a taut hold. Gabriel pulled through firing a savage blow to the retarded boy's gut undoubtedly sending him sprawling back which released the collar.

*bang*

Almost as though a bomb went off Gabriel was illuminated by a pulsating glow. Heat and energy was now exploding from his body melting away the ground beneath hi in a fiery explosion.

"Now you see the true power." Gabriel would flash instantly rushing forward in a blitzkrieg like fashion and another forceful blow to the gut before leaping up into the air right above Tuvlan and firing his right fist into the boy's head with all his force.

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Qi Activated: 11% overheat

Strength: 882
Dexterity: 357
Constitution: 76
Intelligence: 184
Wisdom: 1073
Charisma: 72

1/2 collar effect

["Tuvlan"]

The "End"
-"I SHOULD HAVE BEEN THE ONE TO FILL YOUR DARK SOUL WITH LIGHT!"-

Take a moment to think about a line on a piece of paper. Traced wearily from one end of the paper to the other, the writer would hover their pencil over the line from one end to the other, and could do so for however long was agreeable to the writer. However, for the writer to perceive one end to be the "end" as being the farthest point possible of the line's length, To that extent, if a person were to be sitting across from the paper with this described line, by the writer's description, that point of the line for the person sitting opposite would then be that person's "beginning." Arguably, then, a line could possibly be said to be much more lengthy version of a circle, or a squashed one. To that point, it is a relevant statement on the boy's current standing as a person, a mark of the transition at hand, the fatal blow for one boy and the beginning of another with a future of yet-to-see potential versus the quiet, lonely, but happy simplicity the boy could have had for the rest of his days.

To say that this fight would end with that anticlimatic prediction could be true, if Mr. Seran hadn't chosen to be so flashy with his mannerisms. There came the forceful headbutt that destroyed the boy's sense of balance for an instant and then a sudden steamroller punch into the gut that rattled all the way into the boy's spine, causing blood to surge up and through the boy's mouth.

Mr. Seran's final words would never be heard through the misasma of crimson that shaded the boy's eyelids, as sheer destructrction laid its foundation and settled its home into the roots of the boy's core, bringing subconcious quaking into the boy's whole being---

One more flash of light and there the boy's life flashed before his eyes---

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For a moment, for a whisper, everything stopped, everything slowed down, the world went black.

And then, the boy was still.

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A breath.

[Gabriel Seran]

Just another fight ended and finished up. But he wondered of course if the mental boy was of any use. He clearly remembered the day they had their "conversation" however brief and to no avail it might have come but regardless could Gabriel consider molding this boy? Or was it just another dead end trail. Consideration of course came. The constant debate of morals vs. sick pride.

Gabriel acknowledged them all in but moments considering the boy was knocked out and wouldn't throw a fit should he be taken aback or at least healed up to some measure. Picking the boy up Gabriel would take him to the school nurse, a testament to David Blaze that Gabriel wasn't the cruelest of the lot, merely just another child in the system, ever learning.

["Tuvlan"]

The First Boom
-What Draws Beasts And Humans-

An overnight situation. The pounding was present, even in the nightmares, even in the dreams, even in the... room.

There was screaming and then silence as the pitter-pattering of a body fled out the door, moaning and roaring in terrible pain. Tearing at the bandages, tearing off the strange, stinging things off himself, fleeing---A flu was overcoming him. A terrible flu from having withstood so much damage.

The last thing to be seen was a tree, to where the man with the blinding light was, to where the booming began, to where the crack occured.

Bleeding continued.

...He could not feel the impact of his body hitting the ground as he fell down unconcious, into the darkness of the mind.

And then, the boy could remember nothing.

End Thread