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Post by Lucien DeChain on Mar 8, 2013 0:11:43 GMT -8
Lucien followed to the backyard, and abruptly skidded to a stop about 2 feet away from Marcus. As he recovered, he was already getting his ear talked off, so he straightened to attention and listened to his commander's speech.
Then, Marcus jumped down to meet him. And his face was deadly serious. Lucien felt in that moment like an ant before the large commanding presence of the man. And then, as he spoke, two fingers jabbed into Lucien's forehead. And they stayed there, increasing in pressure. And oh, did it bother Lucien to the very core.
What! Why! The fingers... They're... TOUCHING MEEEEEE!
And, Lucien's eyes were about as close to pleading puppy dog eyes as they could get.
But then, Marcus began to smile a bit, and Lucien knew he wasn't going to die a painful death. He just wished he would remove his goddamn fingers already. Which he did, and as he continued talking, Lucien's shoulder was clapped on, which possibly annoyed him just as much.
As Marcus finished speaking, Lucien would nod. "Safety, practice, training... Start small... And look before you leap."
He looked to the man, and smiled back at him. He had only just began training under Marcus, but, he could tell that it was going to be a fun two months.
"I can do that. I think, I mean, that is to say that I'll try my best to follow along with your instructions as well as possible." He rambled, losing his confidence mid-statement. He chuckled and fiddled with his hands.
"So, you mentioned meeting the other members of the Wolfpack?" He asked, excited to meet his new comrades.
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Post by Marcus Prasad on Mar 11, 2013 22:23:51 GMT -8
"Oh trust me my boy, that will come later."
Marcus would reply with a dismissive wave.
"You've already met or at least seen a few of them. Right now I wanna see how really ready you are. First lesson is how to take a tumble the right way."
And without warning, Marcus would take a step forward, grab a fistful of the front of Luciens hoody, twist around in place and bodily THROW Lucien over the fence and into the Neighbors yard.
'Aight boyo, lets see how you roll!'
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Post by Lucien DeChain on Mar 11, 2013 22:30:21 GMT -8
Within mere seconds, Lucien was airborne. Being weightless for a few moments, he tried not to shriek with terror as he cleared the fence and came closer to his new friend, which he had decided to call Ground.
Lucien approached the ground and exhaled deeply, shrinking himself down into a ball as he landed softly, bracing with his hands just enough to not land on his head. Tilting his neck to one side, he rolled smoothly over the other shoulder, balling up as tight as possible, and inhaling as he exited the roll, getting up to his feet.
He turned to look back at Marcus.
"WHY DID YOU DO THAT?!" He shrieked.
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Post by Marcus Prasad on Mar 11, 2013 23:05:16 GMT -8
"Because That my friend was the perfect example of a PK roll."
Marcus replied as he rested his arms on the fence and his chin on his arms.
"And because it's always better when they dont see it comming. The body acts on instinct when it's surprised and so far, it looks like you got good instincts young pup."
Planting his hands on the top of the fence, Marcus hauled himself up and swung his legs over the top in one smooth motion, Landing on his feet as he began to walk towards the young man.
"Now the PK roll is going to be your best fucking friend in the whole wide world. Why? Cause its the safest way to land since your spine never touches the ground and it allows you to maintain momentum, which is like a Tracuers lover if the pk roll is thier best friend. So yeah, Momentum cause you can easily roll back onto your feet."
Stepping up to Lucien, Marcus would then deliver a gentle palm strike to the boys chest. It wouldnt hurt (Much) but it would definatly knock him back another ten feet or so.
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Post by Lucien DeChain on Mar 11, 2013 23:22:04 GMT -8
Lucien wouldn't have time to inform Marcus that his 'pk' rolls were the same as Ninjutsu rolls, because he would be slammed back into his jam by a palm strike.
Lucien would breathe out to save his lungs, and instead of just stumbling back a few paces, would fall to the ground, spreading his arms as he fell, and letting one of his legs stay straight, hitting the ground evenly. He would curl up into a small ball once again, and swing his legs up over his shoulder, jumping up and onto his feet facing Marcus about 5 feet away. His guard was up, and tight.
"Is this what this is about? Testing my instincts?"
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Post by Marcus Prasad on Mar 12, 2013 18:20:05 GMT -8
That earned the lad an apporving grin. Lucien definatly caught on quick, already scoring pretty high on the boards and catching Marcus by surprise. He had certainly taken to the life with gusto!
"Specificaly yes. Generaly, I need to know what you can do before I start teaching you what you can't."
'Yet.'
"Lets start out small. Using anything in this backyard, I want you to make me take one step in any direction. Use whatever methadology you think will work."
One of the things Parkour teaches was three dimensional non linear thinking allowing for increadibly creative solutions. Traceurs would literaly learn to rewire thier brains to be able to process the massive amounts of information needed to be able to assess, move and predict with the speed they did. Standing in the middle of the backyard, Marcus crossed his arms and waited to see how imaginative Lucien can be.
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Post by Lucien DeChain on Mar 12, 2013 21:23:34 GMT -8
Lucien stood there for a few seconds, staring at Marcus.
There was obviously a catch. Marcus was going to try his hardest to not be moved, using every trick he had in order to not move a single step. Lucien wouldn't be able to push him over, use any physical force, because there was simply no way he could overpower the towering man.
Lucien looked around the small backyard, a plan starting to form in his head. He spotted a small storage shed, and went to investigate what could be inside. Hedge clippers... Weed whacker... Lawnmower? Perfect.
Lucien took out the gasoline engine push-mower, and investigated it. There was a red metal frame that surrounded the blades on all sides... But that was easily fixed.
Lucien went about dismantling the mower and removing the frame of it, putting it all back together with a deft hand and a careful eye. He was actually, all things considered, pretty good with mechanical objects, and would have made a great mechanic, if not for the fact that he hated his hands getting dirty.
The lawnmower was back together, and to Lucien's surprise, it actually started after a good priming. The engine whirred loudly, as the frame was not there to muffle the roar. And he walked the mower in front of him, overgrown grass flying off in all directions from the mower's wake.
And he walked it right towards Marcus' ankles.
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Post by Marcus Prasad on Mar 14, 2013 19:02:05 GMT -8
Marcus would smile brightly at Lucien, seemingly unaware of the peril he was suddenly put under, but inside he was cheering. It was clever, quite clever. Now to see how the boy adapted.
As he approached, Marcus would continue to maintain eye contact, never wavering once as he grew closer and closer with his little whirly machine. His face carried no threat, only a pleasent smile, but his eyes would be iron hard as Marcus used nothing more than his substantial will to hold Lucien in place.
Time to see how the boy handled pressure.
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Post by Lucien DeChain on Mar 14, 2013 21:27:27 GMT -8
{OOC: Intimidation check? *rolls*}
Lucien stopped. He didn't know why he stopped, but he did. There was something heavy in the air, like a thick, invisible smog. The air itself held substantial weight...
Emanating from Marcus was the intent to kill. And it was quite fierce, indeed. As Lucien looked up to meet his gaze, he felt a serious feeling that going any farther would put him in serious danger.
click
Lucien's hand slipped away from the lawnmower's lever. As the engine slowly began to die, the blades losing momentum, Lucien stared into those eyes.
And he was lost for a few seconds. Lost inside himself. Searching, searching for something. Once he found it, he wouldn't have to reach for it again, to always have it by his side... His ally...
His intention. There it is.
"Sorry, one second." Lucien's gaze slipped down to the lawnmower's pullcord. He pulled it up, and started it on the second try, the motor whirring back to full life as if it had never stopped.
His eyes slipped back into contact with Marcus'. This time, though, they were filled with an intent that was previously unknown. His eyes were set in stone, unwavering, and the intent was clear.
I'm going to run you over with this lawnmower.
Lucien took a step forward, eyes set.
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Post by Marcus Prasad on Mar 20, 2013 20:05:54 GMT -8
Marcus was absolutely ready to see Lucien had the stones to hack his foot off.
"Well? Common. In Parkour you must commit your movements confidently and fully. You hesitate or stumble and you risk breaking something or splatting from a long fall."
Marcus then Smiled unpleasently.
"So. Come at me bro. Show me the Intent I see in your eyes."
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Post by Lucien DeChain on Mar 21, 2013 0:19:01 GMT -8
Lucien smiled back at Marcus, and a look came over his face that didn't come often. Well, maybe it did, but it sure didn't look like this.
Lucien looked confident. He looked strong. And he looked deadly serious, without an ounce of hesitation.
And he walked the lawnmower straight towards Marcus, not breaking stride. The challenge no longer mattered. It was no longer an entity. All that existed was the universe occupied by Marcus and Lucien, and the lawnmower. And they all joined together as one.
Lucien was going to run Marcus the fuck over with a fucking lawnmower.
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Post by Marcus Prasad on Apr 14, 2013 5:53:04 GMT -8
Marcus waited for the exact moment where the blades of Luciens little contraption were scant inches away from taking him off at the ankles before finaly making his move, stopping the whirly machine with a well placed plant of his foot and halting the young man's progress.
"Well shit Pup. Alright looks like you're heads exactly where we need it to be then."
Marcus explained with a dry chuckle, giving the back of his shaggy head a scratch.
"Looks like we underestimated you. Alright, Time we start teaching you the fundamentals."
Marcus keyed his radio and spoke a simple command. Slowly but surely each and every member of the wolfpack would reveal themselves along the rooftops of the houses surrounding them, forming a loose circle.
"Pup. Meet the rest of your pack."
Marcus would simply say with a wide feral grin.
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Post by Lucien DeChain on Apr 14, 2013 21:16:56 GMT -8
The lawnmower died as Marcus stomped on it, and Lucien's gaze flicked up to meet Marcus'. Apparently, he had passed.
And now, as a multitude of people popped out of various places in the one-block radius, Lucien felt like a kid again, being rewarded after a presentation. So, these were his new comrades. He counted ten faces.
"Thank you, Marcus. Hello, everyone. My name's Lucien. I hope to be a valuable member of this group." He said, loud enough for everyone to hear him. Then, he bowed.
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