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 Posted: Thu Aug 03, 2006 10:48 pm
Nagy-kan StormyWeasel Lexi walked into the training room and took a small area for herself. She started practicing flips and kicks and turns. Just because she wasn't at teh circus didn't mean she should get out of practice. She did one of her best moves, a high, high jump then several flips in the air and then a spiral downwards with lightning and wind cacklings around her. She continued working. whoa nice mrgreen my greatest move is,..uhhhh I don't know what it is, or where it is,...
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Posted: Fri Aug 04, 2006 1:53 pm
"Haha, s'okay. I was part of a circus and this was one of my routines." Lexi went back to doing random flips and such.
((I'm confused, was your character talking to mine?))
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Posted: Fri Aug 04, 2006 7:21 pm
StormyWeasel "Haha, s'okay. I was part of a circus and this was one of my routines." Lexi went back to doing random flips and such. ((I'm confused, was your character talking to mine?)) ((maybe)) ((depends what yah mean because when I use italics I am thinking.)) Wow coolll!!!! I came close to doing a back wards flip once!! But I wasen't trying to I was kicking somehting high in the air and i fell on my shoulder. Can you teach me??
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Posted: Sat Aug 05, 2006 4:43 pm
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Posted: Sun Aug 06, 2006 2:12 pm
Lexi nodded, "Sure," but the other person left. She guessed she would teach her next time she saw her. Still, all of this training was making her a bit sleepy. She decided to head back to the dorms for a nap. Mayb afterwards she would head out to the town.
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Posted: Tue Aug 08, 2006 11:15 pm
Ashtiel stalked into the training room, finding it empty. Sighing in disappointment, she started stretching her arms and legs, as limber and graceful as a ballerina.
Her katana sat on her left hip, her bullwhip wrapped around her slender waist, its end trailing behind her like the loose end of a long belt. There was a feral glint to her whiskey colored eyes as she survayed the room, locating strategic points of attack and defense.
Stepping onto a recessed tile off to one side of the training floor, she listened with keen ears to the sound of whirring clicks and moving gears, the sounds of another batch of robots coming to artifical life. They appeared nearly out of nowhere, but she was ready for them.
The first advanced from her left, a wooden club held in its metallic grip, upraised to strike a blow to her skull. Ducking into a crouch, she rolled away from it as it passed, kicking her leg out at the last minute to send it sprawling into a heap.
Another came at her almost immediatly, a pair of Sais in its mechinac grasp. It slashed at her with successive attacks almost too fast for her to follow, but she jumped up from her crouch, landing a powerful kick to what would have been the solar plexus on a living being, but still having the same result on the piece of scrap metal. It went sailing, crashing into the wall behind it.
Landing on her toes, she executed a perfect round-house kick to the third robot, knocking its head clear from its shoulders before it could raise the battle axe it held. It slumped to the floor, twitching animatedly.
The foot that delivered the kick barely touched the smooth floor of the training room before she spun on her heel and jumped, the spinning heel kick cracking into the last robots metal jaw, making the head spin on its base. The robot, however, didn't go down, slamming into her with the force of a small train, knocking the air from her lungs. Instinctively, she stumbled, falling to one knee, but she used her mistake to roll to the side as a huge broad swords slammed into the tiles where her body had been only moments before, breaking the marble into shards as lethal as daggers.
This robot moved faster than the others, coming after her relentlessly, so that she barely had time to dodge its blows, least of all get to her feet again to mount a defensive. She sensed rather than saw it back her into a corner, and that one moment of distraction was enough. The tip of the enormous sword parted the flesh of her thigh like butter, blood welling from the wound almost instantly to drip down her leg. She slipped on it, leaning back to miss the robot's second swipe, aimed for her chest. It kicked out, knocking her to her backside. She rolled out of the way, but it anticipated this and the sword's edge bit deep into her back, cutting her from left shoulder to right hip.
Swallowing her cry, she rolled until her feet were under her before springing like a gazell, drawing her whip from her body in one fluid twist of her wrist. In an instant, brilliant flames licked along the black leather, dancing like hellfire as she flicked her wrist. The whip seemed to float through the air like a fiery entity, swirling and twisting like a snake drawing back and springing for the strike. The robot tried to backpedal, but the whip cleaved it in two, the fire's intense heat melting the things metal shell as if it were snow. It dropped to the floor, its torso slidding from its hips as it went.
Breathing heavily, Ashtiel whooped, jumping into the air gleefully as her bullwhip's momentum sent it to wrapping around her body, over her shoulder, around her waist, and down one leg. She smiled, even as her leg and back ached in pain, her crimson blood a stark contrast to the white marble of the floor.
((oops . . . I wrote a blasted novel . . . sweatdrop ))
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Posted: Wed Aug 09, 2006 10:41 am
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Posted: Wed Aug 09, 2006 1:20 pm
Cold black eyes peered around the room of the schools training facility. The room was doused in a nice metallic shade of silver. The room itself was rather large with a square/rectangular shape to it. It was odd, for though this may be a training room, this had been the first time the young man had ever stepped upon these floors. Despite how long and how much grueling training Cinque had done in his life, a training room was just not his style. But like most negotiable men, Cinque decided to give it a try. He continued to stand towards the rear of the room, though his entire presence was unknown. He was completely invisible for anyone who may make their wandering eyes in his direction. But for Cinque, he could see quite clearly. The reason for this being completely unknown at the moment, it was best to conceal his presence until something of interest may turn up.
His cold eyes shifted to the left, noticing a young woman testing her melee combat ability by sparing against a few robotic drones. Their robotic bodies shifted to and fro with rather human like abilities. Though the sound of moving gears and electricity gave t h em their artificial life. Each robot had the appearance of an average human, though fairly thin. But being robots, physical appearance was nothing. They had strength that can only be taken down with a very strong human, or one of another stronger race. The woman fighting caught Cinque's attention. It certainly has been a while since he has seen one fight several opponents at once with such ease. But all good fighters have a certain weakness anywhere in their body, just like this woman. His eyes glistened as he witnessed the fall of crimson blood onto the cold platinum floor. But soon enough, the woman survived the bombardment of robotic enemies only to smile while still breathing heavily.
Once his observation was completed, Cinque would then lift his right arm forward extending it outwards with his hands lying loosely about. He moved his hand towards the right in a very graceful manner. Because of this motion, it would appear as if a veil had been lifted over his body. Slowly but surely, the young man became visible to mortal eyes yet again. But once again, the reason would be unknown to all others. Bringing the same right hand towards his face, Cinque used his middle finger to adjust his glasses higher onto his face. The corners of his lips curled upwards to the side as he smirked. Though his appearance may be friendly, his motive was definitely not one of friendship.
"Heh....That was a nice little sparing session..."
Although his voice was almost soft spoken, his voice seemed to enter the ear of the young woman clearly.
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Posted: Wed Aug 09, 2006 9:14 pm
((OMG someone I can actually have an intelligent rp with! *praises jeebus*))
Ashtiel spun, nearly falling as she shifted her weight to her injured leg. Her katana was just suddenly in her hand, the blade pointed at Cinque, before she realized he must have been another student. Wary of the newcomer, she smirked.
"Get's the blood flowing, so to speak." She didn't offer her name, didn't hale him with a welcome. Something tickled along her spine, and not her blood either, something that made her keep her katana out.
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Posted: Wed Aug 09, 2006 9:28 pm
[Heh...thus the reason for my interaction. 3nodding ]
The jet black optics in the young man's head remained as apathetic as ever. His eyes shown a hint of a menacing demeanor which was hidden behind his rather childish facial expression and attitude. The child simply smirked in reply, adjusting his glasses higher on his face once again before placing his hands inside his pockets. He casually began to walk closer to the young woman. His eyes traced her figure as he noted the slight twitch in her muscles. The movement lead his eyes towards the tip of the sharp ended katana. It was funny...for a strange reason, he believed that he can fight with someone who uses weapons as easily as an unarmed opponent. He licked his lips momentarily before speaking.
"....I can relate. You up for a little spar? But I must say...I've become quite dull in my abilities..."
Though this may be a complete lie, the child was magnificent at playing off his true emotions. He has never once been accused of the mindset he had really possessed. But who knows....this woman may be different in a sense.
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Posted: Wed Aug 09, 2006 10:09 pm
((I like interaction. I'M FREAKIN BORED!!!))
Noticing the lack of weapons on the newcomer, Ashtiel returned her katana to its sheath, securing both ends of her whip to her person so that it wouldn't unravel. "Sure, we can spar. First person unable to stand, loses. I'd suggest a blooding match, but in that case, I would have already lost before we began." Her smirk widened, and Cinque could see the very tip of one, dainty, yet needle sharp fang.
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Posted: Wed Aug 09, 2006 10:23 pm
Unlike most others who attempt to begin a battle, this child's mind was not entirely on the battle. In fact, his mindset was merely on this woman's ability and not his own. He knew his limitations and knew that he can push them to all ends...but as for this woman, he had no clue. But he knew how to find hints. A very sharp fan became present in Ashtiel's mouth, hinting that she was of a race other than human. Cinque would take this into consideration during the battle, noting that she may or may not have a slight physical advantage. So thinking on your feet was definitely the way to go. His eyes then turned to face the whip that lay in her hands, securely wrapped. Although a whip is a very effective weapon, it recoil time is greatly lengthened due to the length of the whip. So just by dodging it once, Cinque can lead her into a hand to hand combat situation. This may be his only option at the moment without much knowledge on his opponent. In Cinque's mind, these thoughts raced through in a time span of two seconds. He was rather quick on his feet.
Taking his hands from his pockets, Cinque attempted to adjust his glasses. The moment his middle finger touched the rim of the glasses, Cinque seemed to vanish without a trace. Within a moment, his body was but a flicker of a dark shadow as he swiftly dashed towards this woman with great speeds. His body remained low to the ground while his hands dangled behind, loosely. He kept his body to the opposite side her whip was located, allowing his body to meet hers before the whip could be fully extended. But Cinque never doubted the abilities of his opponent.
Upon coming within mere feet of the woman, Cinque spun his body around, letting his right leg sweep behind Ashtiel and place it behind her own right foot. At the same time as Cinque spun, he'd extend his right elbow to take a swift jab towards Ashtiels ribcage. His elbow came in a crescent shape hooking inwards to perhaps cause a damage to a rib or two.
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Posted: Wed Aug 09, 2006 10:34 pm
She grunted from the blow, but used the force of it to fall back into a roll, landing on her feet in a crouch, her arms out to her sides as she watched him with her whiskey eyes.
In an instant, he vanished again.
Narrowing her gaze, she stared at the distant wall in front of her, looking at nothing, yet seeing everything in her peripherial vision. The air seemed to blur off to her left and she sprang away just as Cinque's fist landed against the marble where she had been only moments before.
With her whip once again wrapped around her body, she left it there, deciding that it would be more of a disadvantage to her with an opponant as fast as this seeming child.
Before he could disappear again, she jumped, sailing over him to land at his back, her right arm locking around his neck as she brought her left knee up, driving it against his spine until he buckled. However, he jabbed back with his elbow, catching her again in the chest. Her grip loosened for a moment, but then she locked her elbow, their bodies now too close for him to strike her again.
"Why are you here?" she questioned, her voice a low growl. It was a vague question, and it was meant to be. She wanted to gauge his response, because the inclining she had was badgering her even more now. This kid wasn't normal.
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Posted: Wed Aug 09, 2006 10:41 pm
[Sorry about this...but I just got a little lost. So my blow connected...but you seem to be controling my character right after this. He never vanished again to make a punch towards you.
The blow that you said hit you was the only attack my character had done. But please correct me if I'm wrong.]
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Posted: Wed Aug 09, 2006 10:52 pm
((*le sigh* I wasn't god modding, or taking over your character. I'm just a firm believer in being able to nudge characters along, whether it be with attacks, glances, gestures, or whatnot to give the story a bit more flow. If you have a problem with it, then ignore my last post. Sorry if I sound like a b***h, but I'm tired and not up for trivialities))
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