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Post by Emily Suddenfield on Jan 30, 2016 22:09:13 GMT -8
There would be a knock on the supervisors door!
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Post by Zack Asiv on Jan 30, 2016 22:10:27 GMT -8
Asiv would quickly tap out his cigarette and swipe away what smoke he could.
"Come in!"
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Post by Emily Suddenfield on Jan 30, 2016 22:23:36 GMT -8
Emily walked in, hood down, hands in the pockets at the front of the large, zip up sweater.
"Hi."
She looked around the office, trying to get a feel for him as she walked in. She removed her hands from her coat and, once approaching the desk, would look at the man behind it and weigh his heart and soul. Despite his generally aloof demeanor....she decided he was a dangerous man. One she needed to understand in a way only a Captain could.
Leaping forward, she would plant her left hand on his desk and spin, aiming a sweeping right kick for the side of the supervisors face, intent to see exactly how he would react.
OOC: Stats - Atk: 12 | Def: 10 | Spd: 18 | Per: 12 | Eng: 8
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Post by Zack Asiv on Jan 31, 2016 17:21:01 GMT -8
Zack was calm when he saw the girl that had claimed the School Captain title stroll in. He had seen her skills first hand, at leas the ending and assumed she were a rather proficient grappler. That would make her a hard School Captain to beat, which meant they would be enjoying much of each others time. Hopefully anyways, however she seemed intent on pushing a situation as she leapt over the desk using it as a vaulting horse to complete her attack.
~Fast...~
Asiv's only thought before the kick would hit him across the face causing him to turn rather harshly. It was a good kick. When he went to the side he fell, hooking his left leg under the wheels of his chair and kicking it up, and with the same leg kicking it at Emily as he pushed up to his feet. Spinning to his right so he could turn to face her raising his right leg up and bringing the heel around to bring it down against the left side of her neck/collar bone.
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Post by Emily Suddenfield on Jan 31, 2016 21:11:31 GMT -8
Her kick connected forcefully, and with a clear pleasure internally. The supervisor, however, wasn't about to take this without a fight. That told her that despite the cheery disposition he seemed to have toward all his students, inside there was a warrior. She not only could appreciate and respect that- she was happy. If the leader of their school was unwilling to fight back, there might be huge troubles down the line.
Emily whipped her other hand up, allowing her upper body to fall onto the desk. This would allow her to throw up her forearms to take the chair's force, earning a grunt from the blow. Okay, the guy was fast and fucking strong. She used the momentum given to her by the hit to throw her legs back up over her head and roll off the desk. Assuming the Supervisor came back to his feet, she'd move around the desk and attempt to snap her hands up behind the mans head in a clinch, pulling down and throwing her left knee up into his gut.
This was a fight she didn't think she'd win but.....she wanted it all the same.
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Post by Zack Asiv on Feb 1, 2016 18:51:16 GMT -8
Asiv was disappointing when his second kick missed as he shot up to a stand and Emily rolled backwards off his desk, however, he kicked through his chair and broke his desk in half, the things on top being thrown about, but his face was one of shock and dismay, crouching down to look at his destroyed desk, unwittingly avoiding Emily's clinch grapple, though when he saw her basically over him he shot a quick right palm strike for her pelvic area, with a follow up left palm strike aimed upwards aiming for her chin as he stood.
At least that's how it would appear. The Supervisor was a random sort of person to be sure.
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Post by Emily Suddenfield on Feb 1, 2016 22:23:55 GMT -8
Her eyes bulged as his palm strike and rapid follow-up struck home. The strength of the second blow lifted her and threw her into the ground. She landed on her back and skidded a few feet. Reaching out she grabbed a splintered slab of wood and hurled it at him, planting her hands behind her head and flipping back to her feet. Blood dripped from her chin as she followed his lead and kicked his chair at him.
Whether he blocked the blow, deflected, caught- she would sprint forward and attempt to plant her hands at the back of his thighs, lifting as she threw her shoulder forward, intent to lift and run him backward several feet. She would, if able, tackle/spear him through the wall as pain would radiate up her back from the strength of the impact. If it worked, she'd roll off him and clutch her chest in pain, the thrusting force and sheer power of the tackle causing her to lose her breath. She would come to her hands and knees and spit blood- assuming, obviously, that her tackle worked.
OOC: Activating hoodie. +2 Spd, +2 Atk for 2 posts.
New stats - Atk: 15 | Def: 10 | Spd: 20 | Per: 12 | Eng: 8
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Post by Zack Asiv on Feb 4, 2016 20:48:43 GMT -8
Asiv would lift a hand up and flick the wood chunk to the side, when she sprinted in she was faster than before and had under estimated her growth potential. When he was lifted and tackled through a wall the chunks of wall and dust falling on him and around him. He'd roll over and brush himself off as he stood up.
"Much better than when I was School Captain at least."
He didn't seem injured.
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Post by Emily Suddenfield on Feb 4, 2016 20:57:09 GMT -8
She looked up at him- he wasn't even hurt. She came to a single knee, reaching up and wiping blood off her chin. She stood, her hood having fallen back to release her hair. She ran a hand through it, combing the locks back out of her face, ignoring the blood that flecked anew on her chin from his uppercut and turning her eye to him.
"A chair fling into ax kick followed by an open-handed palm strike into an uppercut. You're not wounded from being blasted through this wall, and you don't have so much as a scratch on you from my attacks. You're....not even winded."
His movements were rapid, uncouth. Yet they were born from strict experience with freedom of motion.
"You're strong. Too strong. Who are you, exactly?"
It wasn't a bad thing he was powerful- it was good. She could be proud to serve one so strong, depending on his motives. Depending on what he chose to do with that intelligence and strength.
That's what worried her.
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Post by Zack Asiv on Feb 4, 2016 21:13:52 GMT -8
Zack walked back through the hole his body had made putting his hands in his pockets as he checked on his desk again. Her words caused him to give her a sideways glance. It had been some time, but he might as well give her something for her efforts.
"Ten years ago the initial policy reforms of the school systems were just beginning and being implemented. The first notion of the Pillar system utilizing the School Captain as an official title supported by school staff was suggested and test runs began. Those tests began in this very building, with me. School Captain Zack Asiv. It didn't go well and ended in a riot that closed the school. Things rarely work the first time around. Now ten years later, I reopened Two-Five-Nine. Simple as that."
Obviously it wasn't that simple, but that was about all she would get out of the once 'Red Eyed Coyote'.
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Post by Emily Suddenfield on Feb 4, 2016 21:28:43 GMT -8
"I see."
She stepped back out into his office with him, looking down at the desk. It was a ruined piece of a wood now, and he had seemed quite distraught at it's passing. Still, it wasn't her job to look after his equipment- had she not moved, his kick would have plowed into her and the desk still would have snapped like plywood. She would walk over and pick up her chair, taking it back over to the other side of the desk and sitting down calmly. She flicked some dust off her knee after crossing her legs and would look back up to him.
"I told my Pillars that I would ask you about whether there were any key players or gangs in the school that were of note. I already know the answer to that question though- for now, I'm the only key player. And the only gang I need to worry about is my own. The Pillars. Strangely, you haven't asked a single thing of us so far, and from my....limited experience with officials with any authority, power comes with a plan."
She would watch him, whether he was moving around or cleaning up or just staring back.
"Judging from your attacks, you're not simply a supervisor. You characterized yourself as the approachable administrator. In truth, it's a weak public face. Yet, you fight back with vigor, you judge my skill based on a three minute fight- as I did you- and you reopen a school shut down from vast violence and negative public attention. I'd say it was from nostalgia but I think we both know better."
She wiped blood off her chin again, using her black sweater to mask the color.
"I don't suppose you'll tell me any more about yourself?"
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Post by Zack Asiv on Feb 5, 2016 11:17:40 GMT -8
Asiv would find his cigarette from earlier laying in the rubble and pick it up as he stood. Going through his pockets looking for his lighter. He would light the cigarette while she spoke. It was true, besides his nephew who seemed to be here to do nothing the pillars and the school captain were the only major players so far. He'd let out a small single exhale of air as if holding back a laugh when she mentioned his attacks.
"I see no reason to give you anything to do, you know the job well enough, interference from me or the staff would be micro managing. As for my skills, we both know sometimes violence is the answer."
Asiv would find his chair and roll it to the side plopping down in it lazily.
"If you really are curious the riots are public record."
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Post by Emily Suddenfield on Feb 5, 2016 20:31:56 GMT -8
"I'll look into them of course, but your time between the shutdown and now is more interesting to me than the time before. What brought you to this point and why is more curious to me."
She didn't care if he smoke, watching him intently. His aloof nature was still there but he had this coiled look about his eyes, like a viper. He was quite the intriguing man....
"Why is someone like you here? Everything here is either black or white but....you're a smudge. A gray twinge in an otherwise grayless place."
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Post by Zack Asiv on Feb 7, 2016 15:58:42 GMT -8
Asiv listened to her as he breathed that ever loving smoke through his system. Puffing out a plume of death smog before he would make eye contact with the School Captain. She was pretty perceptive to be looking at the situation in that kind of light, but it was a dangerous thing to want to know.
"Sometimes you end up walking a path to understand it."
Asiv would give her before the knock at the door would be heard.
"Mister Asiv, the Dean is here to give you his weekly report on current situations."
A female voice would come through.
"If you will excuse me Miss Suddenfield. If there is nothing else?"
He would hold his right hand out towards the door.
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Post by Emily Suddenfield on Feb 7, 2016 21:08:27 GMT -8
"Mm."
She stood, muscles already sore. She glanced back at him, her eyes still curious and stating the obvious- "We're not done". She wouldn't say anything aloud however, instead just pulling up her hood and walking out. Brushing by the female and the dean, she would head for the library, intent to dig into those old records he referred to.
Since he wasn't forthcoming with info, might as well start from the beginning.
OOC: /end
I'll be slapping up another research thread after "troubles at 260".
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