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Post by seishounohana on Sept 11, 2007 16:33:18 GMT -8
Emily regained... "consciousness" after that wonderous streak of realization. It would be this event that would trigger several threads that have been made earlier - to the looks of it.
"Don't go near him...this man is not to be contended with."
"You're clever. I thought it'd take you forever to come up with that."
Emily went quiet, this girl sounded so afraid of this man... Well... except for the fact that he's a senior-like figure to her... currently, anyways. This man had a strong aura with him, an aura that made people afraid... even his simple actions were not to be trusted.
Looks like this woman was right.
"And you know I'm right Heretic."
... and there was the school bell... Lunchtime was over.
Emily looked at him, but not on the eyes - never on the eye! She was... particularly afraid right now, and her actions mean life and death. "Yes, ...and I thank you."
She smiled and turned her back - other than the fact that she was afraid of this man, she knew that will be late for class if she didn't go.
"God bless, the both of you. I'm going to class."
She took her steps back, heading to the next class she had to go to. If Delilah wanted to come with her, well... she can I guess.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Sept 12, 2007 7:47:34 GMT -8
Delilah's eyes did not move from the mans and she sneered at his words.But now that she knew who he was, 'man' was no such term for familiarity; Valkein. The hall manager at the resturant she worked at...that was him too. The claws were the give away, but Delilah had given them little notice. Her hands flexed into fists and relaxed repetitivly and she ground her teeth. "You go ahead Emily." Walk away, quickly....Rem would never forgive me if you got hurt. Delilah replied, fighting to keep her voice under control. "I've some business to attend first."
She turned her raven head to Valekin, red streaks fanning behind her as her head moved. Her fists were clenched so tightly that the nails dug into her palms, drawing blood. She scarcely took notice. Delilah wanted to fight, even though the possibility of death was more than high. But something held her back, just for the moment...
"You said something about a prize for this game of Rumplestiltskin?" she asked, a lilt to her voice containing an unidentified emotion as she folded her arms across her chest. Perhaps it was anger, or spite, perhaps even malice in her voice. Maybe none...maybe all three. But above all, there was definetly curiousity.
Let him think I'm selfish or greedy for asking. Let him think. But he'll never know...how could he? He's a monster, a psycho...but he can't read minds.
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Post by valekin on Sept 28, 2007 17:37:50 GMT -8
"I'm not sure if you really want the prize."
He didn't care if he gave it away. She couldn't touch him. To get the cops on him, would be to issue their death warrants. Hell, he gave CIA agents trouble. He was too ruthless to be caught, and too insane to overlook any detail. To look for him would be to make yourself a target.
"Look at your behavior, taking a hostile stance against someone that is stronger than you?"
He grinned, and flexed his hand. People were out and about in the middle of the hallways, but soon they'd get to their classes. Some students avoided him, they felt the vibe coming off of him. Like waves of pure power and evil. They kept their distance, merely out of fear. Merely out of respect. And merely out of awe.
"It's a matter of principal isn't it?"
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Sept 28, 2007 17:47:06 GMT -8
Delilah smiled a little more. Yeah...she wanted it. Anyone could tell it from that smile of hers, now more sure than ever. But did she want to fight this man, the man who had the chance, and certainly could have, killed her with a glancing blow? "No shit." She said bluntly in reply to his question, but quietly enough to avoid looks from the people around her. "Its nearly, entirely principle. The fact you know that is a little frightening, but lets see how much farther you can deep, mm?" |
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Post by valekin on Sept 28, 2007 17:51:23 GMT -8
"I'm rather sick of talking at the moment, if you're so caught up in that principle, then you should strike me. Otherwise you're a hypocrite, which means that you don't really believe in that principle enough to do anything about it."
He gestured for her to attack him. A taunt, merely a taunt. If she did, she'd open up a huge can of worms. Like sandworms, those giant bastards from dune, with the trimandibular mouths. Geez, what monsters. Valekin'd be that guy to ride a sandworm, and get away with it alive. Too much spice in his blood maybe. Or just too much spice in general. After all; he was a bit hot, and hard to handle at times.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Sept 28, 2007 18:02:33 GMT -8
Ooo and it was tempting. So tempting that Delilah could feel her hands clench and unclench, but still be scarcely aware of it. She could feel the blood thrumming in her veins with the desire to fight. She bit her lower lip and smiled at the same time, chuckling as she did so, before speaking again. "If being a fool means that I'm not a hypocrite, then I'm certainly not a fool."
Delilah certainly had some spice in her too, and while she didn't pick her battles often...okay, normally not at all, she knew when she was out matched.
But that fire...ooooo, it burned her veins like acid. She wanted to fight him now more than anything...but she wasn't ready, and Rem's efforts would be in vain. She folded her arms across her chest. "No..I could fight you, but you're too good for that, fighting a weakling like myself. Thats not even a fight, thats a meaningless beat down." the wheels started turning. "You need a real match...doesn't seem like you've had many, judging from your eagerness to taunt." |
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Post by valekin on Sept 28, 2007 18:23:11 GMT -8
"You're very clever. How is that working out for you?"
It was true, not many could match him in combat. He's had a few bouts, but they were all training, or something of the sort. No real challenge. Not many challenged him after fighting him once already. They knew about the world of hurt they were in for. Valekin wasn't one to grant mercy, and he didn't stop unless you killed him. Knocking him unconscious didn't last very long in general.
She's smarter than the average kid...
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Sept 28, 2007 18:51:31 GMT -8
The smirk came back to her lips. "Seems to work fairly well for the length its been going, and keeping me alive." Delilah replied lightly. Everyone in the hallway was gone, in their class rooms or otherwise. It may have been the emptiness, but she felt a little more open now, but it wasn't a free feeling. It was enclosure. She shook it off. Just being in this guys presance, clam yourself. Delilah continued, her question answered without him saying anything. "That must be tiring...fighting the weaklings who only know one or two styles of fight...those who barely know how to activate their qi." that was Delilah in a nutshell. She couldn't even activate her qi yet, and it killed her for that knowledge. "I've got the fire...but I don't have the skill." She spread her arms, the fire of which she spoke dancing in her eyes. "Its not even that clever, just common sense; I'm no where near a match for you."
But I could be |
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Post by valekin on Sept 28, 2007 18:55:47 GMT -8
"Well... then I'd say you have some work to do."
To be perfectly honest. Valekin can't activate his Qi on his own anyway. It happens by itself, it's an overwhelming kill drive that activates it. Either he has the overwhelming urge to kill the person, or his life is threatened. Being shot will activate his Qi, and reverse the effects of being shot, or stabbed, or shot and stabbed, or stabbed then shot. It's how his Qi works. As for his skill? It was all built up over time. The strength he had, the power he wielded. The trauma he could inflict.
Mentally.
Physically.
Emotionally.
Grammatically.
"Still standing here?"
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Sept 28, 2007 19:08:25 GMT -8
She nodded in reply to his final statement, the smirk growing a little more. "Well I need help, and you need a challenge. If you're not too busy, you know, terrorizing the human race, I...can possibly help with that, if you help me, that is." she paused for a moment. She may have just dug herself an early grave, but it was worth the risk, this time. "And I get the feeling you wouldn't do this out of the kindness of your heart, the only reason, I proposed instead of you." |
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Post by valekin on Oct 4, 2007 16:18:54 GMT -8
"You? Help me? Terrorize the human race?"
.....
AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
Ha!
"That's funny. Really.. I'm not trying to terrorize the human race, little girl. Just a few targeted people. And I won't teach you anything you can't learn on your own."
Really, it was funny. Her, a challenged? No, definitely not. Especially not right now. Not too long ago she couldn't even tell if he was in a room or not. Would she even be able to keep up with him? His students usually could barely keep up with his movements, even if they couldn't match them. He would wager that she would be beaten terribly by one of his students.
The school captain.
And Chi.
"You think you are a challenge? Or are you aiming to be one?"
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Oct 4, 2007 16:33:17 GMT -8
"Aiming." She replied simply. "And that was a broad speculation." she was referring to the 'terrorizing the human race' comment she had made before hand. She knew that, compred to most people at this school, she was scarcly a match for any of them. But she could be, and that drove her. She folded her arms behind her back. "And I guess I miss-said my words; I'M the challenge, meaning, that's the only barrier to actually learning those things you tell me that I need to learn, but will on my own."
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Post by valekin on Oct 4, 2007 16:39:26 GMT -8
"Then find me when you think you're ready."
He'd still be standing there. Letting it be an awkward silence if she stayed. Perhaps if she stayed there long enough, she'd piss him off, and he'd hit her, and then a fight would break out. Sorry, a beat down. As they both knew now that it wouldn't be much of a fight at all. He'd attack, she'd struggle, and he'd win. That would be the entirety of it. No more, no less. She might as well had been made out of ants. Just ants.
They can be crushed.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Oct 4, 2007 16:52:28 GMT -8
Delilah remained for a moment more, drinking it in. Cryptic she thought mildly. "I think i am ready, but its not teh same as knowing." She replied. Delilah thought of remaining there a moment more, decided against it and nodded. "I most certainly will." A vow or mere promise? Not really one to tell, but Delilah had never broken her word, at least, not yet. Turning her heel, she walked away from the man she still considered a monster, a psycho...but knew there was never a teacher who wasn't.
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