Post by Allen Hollows on Apr 19, 2018 15:25:12 GMT -8
"What is it I can do for you, Mr. Hollows?"
"I need to be...better. More than who I am now. I recieved combat training from David but it was at the hands of those he deemed skilled enough to do so. They couldn't....instill in me the things that made him who he is. I thought pain and experience was what I needed but…it’s not enough. I’m still not good enough.”
Sitting in front of him was mohawked individual, some said a former titan. Others, one of the Sky Core. He’d seen his name on a page at David’s home but never thought about it until the research from earlier in the week. Now, after the fight with Eric and company…he knew something was fundamentally wrong with him. Wrong with how he thought, how he perceived things. How fighting in this way was supposed to work. Thanks to the administrations of the medical staff he was still able to move, but was once again covered in bandages. Until he found a way to fix his flaws, he didn’t trust himself for missions. He didn’t trust himself to watch others’ backs. He couldn’t go to Eric like this…the man would test him, and cut through his problems like paper.
“I’m not sure what made you think-“
“Please.” The man went silent, cocking an eyebrow. “I want to be different. I want to be….of use. You were an ally of David’s in the great war, so you’re strong. But you hold….no attachment to me. You can break whatever wall is-“
“I was going to say, I’m not sure what made you think I know anything about Qi.” Allen’s brows furrowed. Einrik sliced into the apple with a blade he unfurled from his pocket. He pointed at Allen as he rested his elbows on his knees. “You new age fighters…you’re trained in Qi combat infusion. Use your metaphysical talents to supercede your physical ones.”
Allen blushed.
“I don’t know why you think I-“
“It’s how you carry yourself. You walk like someone without martial practice. Perhaps you had it once, but you lost it among the focus on your new powers and now…” he shrugged. “You’re broken.” Einrik would look over as a tall woman with long black hair entered, holding a small child in her arms. Grinning, the mohawked man stood, taking the young female in his arms and giving her a little kiss on her forehead. “My darling daughter, Elizabeth Kyrie Portello, could kick your ass without even pulling her thumb from between her teeth.” He gestured at the mother of said child. “This is Eos, my wife. Eos, this is little Allen Hollows. The boy that David found all those years ago. Seems to think I can help him be a better fighter.” Eos cocked a brow.
“You’d be better off coming to me then.”
Einrik smirked but said nothing. When she was right, she was right, and who the hell was he to argue? Allen looked back at Einrik, who just gave a little nod and shrug. So, Allen would turn to her and take a deep breath. “I would be…honored if you would teach me.” Eos would chuckle to herself, shaking her head as she came up out of the chair. This one, formal and so tight in the bones. There was much she would need to break him of.
“Very well, Allen Hollows. Let’s find out what you’re made of.”
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Two weeks.
Laying awake in bed, it was only then that Allen realized how long he’d been there. He’d heard of the attack on Cabal, of the betrayal of one of the Blaze brothers. He’d heard of it all, but he was confronted with the choice of whether to continue his training or to go back. Eos said he could- she wouldn’t’ stop him. But she’d find an empty house if he left early. She’d promised she would fix his problems in those two short weeks, and looking up at the ceiling now he only realized just how true that was. He could still hear her voice in his head screaming-
“COWARD-!
“I’m not!”
“You fight like your afraid. You fight like you’re worthless. You fight like you’re a child.”
Allen’s slash was met with the hard stop of her blade crashing into his, deflecting him. Her boot smashed into his chest, sending him flying across the ground before her flying knee crashed into his left arm, smashing it violently. He couldn't even stand against her, at first. How often had he tried to simply land a cut? He’d lost count. He’d wake early in the morning, and collapse into bed late into the night. His bones, his muscles…full to the brim with the agony of what she was putting him through. And though she was right in that she changed his mentality, he knew he still had a long way to go. That he’d have to come back every day to continue to grow. Pushing himself up to the edge of the bed, Allen looked down at his body. His muscles, once young, were hard and tight now. He had bandages on his frame from the many cuts and bruises she’d given him. His left arm was in a fresh sling, the woman having broken it just the day before. Standing, he walked over to the mirror and looked at himself.
The reflection staring back was haunting to him. Like the ghost of his brother rose from the grave to stare back at him through it. He was a little leaner, and his hair more unkept but he was a spitting image of Aaron Hollows. Reaching up, he gently touched his face, then turned and grabbed the sword she’d given him on that first day. Opening the door, he was met by the spiking slash of her blade, Allen’s right hand whipping the sword out of it’s sheath to smash against hers. It was the first time she’d ever attacked him in his room, but despite this, his eyes were lazy and calm, both their arms shaking under the stress of the impact.
“Good morning, Eos.”
Eos brought her right foot up and kicked out, Allen side-stepping right and slashing for her single standing leg, Eos forced to spin the blade in her hand and parry it hard as she rotated to face him again. She had the broadest of grins on her face as she slowly backed away.
“Well well. Would you look at you.”
Allen was putting on a shirt, looking over at her. “Yeah…I feel strange. Different.” She nodded. “That’s to be expected,” she replied. “You’ve come a long way. You know you’ll need to come back here every free chance you get. I have taken a blank canvas and molded you into something resembling a warrior. But without constant training…” He nodded. “I know. I will be back as often as I can.” He offered her the sword, to which she shook her head. “Keep it. Use it in your battles to come.” He slowly brought his hand back and stared at the blade, clenching it and giving a little nod.
“Thank you, for everything.”
He came in and, for the first time in weeks, grasped her in a hug. She seemed shocked, for a moment, before giving a small smile, her eyes shimmering. She put her arms around him too, returning the gesture as he turned to walk out.
Back to Cabal.
OOC: I will be posting flashbacks, memories, etc to this monthly.
Name: Your Event
Requirements: Approved Character
Job: An event has happened to your character alone. What happened? Write a story about some big event that just happened to your character. This event can be done once a month.
Bonus: Receive an injury that lasts 3 threads.
Payout: +3 exp, +$250
Injury: Broken arm
"I need to be...better. More than who I am now. I recieved combat training from David but it was at the hands of those he deemed skilled enough to do so. They couldn't....instill in me the things that made him who he is. I thought pain and experience was what I needed but…it’s not enough. I’m still not good enough.”
Sitting in front of him was mohawked individual, some said a former titan. Others, one of the Sky Core. He’d seen his name on a page at David’s home but never thought about it until the research from earlier in the week. Now, after the fight with Eric and company…he knew something was fundamentally wrong with him. Wrong with how he thought, how he perceived things. How fighting in this way was supposed to work. Thanks to the administrations of the medical staff he was still able to move, but was once again covered in bandages. Until he found a way to fix his flaws, he didn’t trust himself for missions. He didn’t trust himself to watch others’ backs. He couldn’t go to Eric like this…the man would test him, and cut through his problems like paper.
“I’m not sure what made you think-“
“Please.” The man went silent, cocking an eyebrow. “I want to be different. I want to be….of use. You were an ally of David’s in the great war, so you’re strong. But you hold….no attachment to me. You can break whatever wall is-“
“I was going to say, I’m not sure what made you think I know anything about Qi.” Allen’s brows furrowed. Einrik sliced into the apple with a blade he unfurled from his pocket. He pointed at Allen as he rested his elbows on his knees. “You new age fighters…you’re trained in Qi combat infusion. Use your metaphysical talents to supercede your physical ones.”
Allen blushed.
“I don’t know why you think I-“
“It’s how you carry yourself. You walk like someone without martial practice. Perhaps you had it once, but you lost it among the focus on your new powers and now…” he shrugged. “You’re broken.” Einrik would look over as a tall woman with long black hair entered, holding a small child in her arms. Grinning, the mohawked man stood, taking the young female in his arms and giving her a little kiss on her forehead. “My darling daughter, Elizabeth Kyrie Portello, could kick your ass without even pulling her thumb from between her teeth.” He gestured at the mother of said child. “This is Eos, my wife. Eos, this is little Allen Hollows. The boy that David found all those years ago. Seems to think I can help him be a better fighter.” Eos cocked a brow.
“You’d be better off coming to me then.”
Einrik smirked but said nothing. When she was right, she was right, and who the hell was he to argue? Allen looked back at Einrik, who just gave a little nod and shrug. So, Allen would turn to her and take a deep breath. “I would be…honored if you would teach me.” Eos would chuckle to herself, shaking her head as she came up out of the chair. This one, formal and so tight in the bones. There was much she would need to break him of.
“Very well, Allen Hollows. Let’s find out what you’re made of.”
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Two weeks.
Laying awake in bed, it was only then that Allen realized how long he’d been there. He’d heard of the attack on Cabal, of the betrayal of one of the Blaze brothers. He’d heard of it all, but he was confronted with the choice of whether to continue his training or to go back. Eos said he could- she wouldn’t’ stop him. But she’d find an empty house if he left early. She’d promised she would fix his problems in those two short weeks, and looking up at the ceiling now he only realized just how true that was. He could still hear her voice in his head screaming-
“COWARD-!
“I’m not!”
“You fight like your afraid. You fight like you’re worthless. You fight like you’re a child.”
Allen’s slash was met with the hard stop of her blade crashing into his, deflecting him. Her boot smashed into his chest, sending him flying across the ground before her flying knee crashed into his left arm, smashing it violently. He couldn't even stand against her, at first. How often had he tried to simply land a cut? He’d lost count. He’d wake early in the morning, and collapse into bed late into the night. His bones, his muscles…full to the brim with the agony of what she was putting him through. And though she was right in that she changed his mentality, he knew he still had a long way to go. That he’d have to come back every day to continue to grow. Pushing himself up to the edge of the bed, Allen looked down at his body. His muscles, once young, were hard and tight now. He had bandages on his frame from the many cuts and bruises she’d given him. His left arm was in a fresh sling, the woman having broken it just the day before. Standing, he walked over to the mirror and looked at himself.
The reflection staring back was haunting to him. Like the ghost of his brother rose from the grave to stare back at him through it. He was a little leaner, and his hair more unkept but he was a spitting image of Aaron Hollows. Reaching up, he gently touched his face, then turned and grabbed the sword she’d given him on that first day. Opening the door, he was met by the spiking slash of her blade, Allen’s right hand whipping the sword out of it’s sheath to smash against hers. It was the first time she’d ever attacked him in his room, but despite this, his eyes were lazy and calm, both their arms shaking under the stress of the impact.
“Good morning, Eos.”
Eos brought her right foot up and kicked out, Allen side-stepping right and slashing for her single standing leg, Eos forced to spin the blade in her hand and parry it hard as she rotated to face him again. She had the broadest of grins on her face as she slowly backed away.
“Well well. Would you look at you.”
Allen was putting on a shirt, looking over at her. “Yeah…I feel strange. Different.” She nodded. “That’s to be expected,” she replied. “You’ve come a long way. You know you’ll need to come back here every free chance you get. I have taken a blank canvas and molded you into something resembling a warrior. But without constant training…” He nodded. “I know. I will be back as often as I can.” He offered her the sword, to which she shook her head. “Keep it. Use it in your battles to come.” He slowly brought his hand back and stared at the blade, clenching it and giving a little nod.
“Thank you, for everything.”
He came in and, for the first time in weeks, grasped her in a hug. She seemed shocked, for a moment, before giving a small smile, her eyes shimmering. She put her arms around him too, returning the gesture as he turned to walk out.
Back to Cabal.
OOC: I will be posting flashbacks, memories, etc to this monthly.
Name: Your Event
Requirements: Approved Character
Job: An event has happened to your character alone. What happened? Write a story about some big event that just happened to your character. This event can be done once a month.
Bonus: Receive an injury that lasts 3 threads.
Payout: +3 exp, +$250
Injury: Broken arm
