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| Mr. Trout | Feb 4 2006, 01:57 AM Post #1 |
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Shining silver layers of rain washed down falling into the gutters and creating an endless river in the rooftops. Here in the city on the long forgotten rooftops still built with wooden tiles were two fighters, not in the peak of their skills but neither was even fully grown yet. The long black hair of the man clung dangerously to his back that thin straight Chinese blade in his hand aimed at the other on the roof. Black sunglasses hid his hazy eyes, there was no question he was blind, he would admit the shameful fact but some blind men were more then useful. You see the other on the rooftop was a mere amateur, a beginner when it came to martial arts and melee weapons. Komala raised her own blade, it was a backblade ‘borrowed’ from her home, seems her mother wasn’t the only one that kept a weapon collection. The two went forward their blades crossing, there was a tension moment between them, strength of the arms had never been the most important thing in their training. Instead of growling and trying to overpower each other up above it was their feet that continued the battle. Komala went for a kick at what can only be described as Loire’s ‘happy place’ but don’t fret men of the world, the half brit boy’s own foot was brought down on hers bringing both their feet through the tiles of the roof. It happened again with the other foot so now both of them were stuck in place with their blades crossed. Komala pulled back and parried to the side and struck forward rolling her wrist to attack horizontally. Loire didn’t let it hit him, he bent backwards, like a reed in the wind he gave into the blow and let it pass over him before rising and as he struck at her the roof they were on caved in. The pair plummeted down into an old warehouse, the catwalks quickly became their battlefield, each blow was quick and deliberate. People walking by at this time of night were not the happy kind that you wanted to let inside a house. That’s why they were outside and passing by, at least until the brick wall burst open and the pair of fighters came rolling out. They were covered in dust and there swords had notches broken into their metal. Soon enough they are on their feet and attacking each other quickly and furiously. It lasted for a long time, many strikes until Loire struck upwards as the world around him became deaf because of the thunder. Lighting had split the sky but he hadn’t noticed, if he had then perhaps he would have held his attack. They were real weapons, training with faux metal was useless, it taught them that they were immortals, such was untrue. Poor Komala learned the sheer reality of this when her arm went off and down the manhole. Tis a sad thing, especially since Komala didn’t feel it at first, she stared at the nub for a second her eyes going wide. Eventually she managed a scream. A horrible blood curdling scream. Flash forward a couple hours, the hospital had cleared the girl into the custody of her mother, at least Seran said she was her mother. No doctor was ever going to take her word for a lie simply because Seran was brash and had lots and lots of guns. Komala was getting used to her stump that was once her arm in the meadow amongst the stumps that had once been trees. She had a right arm until just above her elbow where nothing remained. She rubbed it softly with her free hand, it was bad because that was her dominant hand gone leaving her with very little skills. Seran still supported her training and practicing with her cousin Loire, even after he had removed her arm, perhaps that’s why he sat across from her now secretly wondering what was to become of this all. |
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| Deleted User | Feb 5 2006, 02:41 AM Post #2 |
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Meanwhile, AJ was doing a bit of training of his own -- though his was more speed training. He had done strength training the previous day, so today he had decided to work on his speed a bit more. However, throughout the entire day the previous day, he had felt a bad feeling come over him, like some sort of bad omen ... like he was expecting something seriously bad to happen -- or that something seriously bad had already happened. Still, he wasn't going to let a bad omen stop him from training. However, what he was in for would be even worse than what he thought. During his training, he had just happened to run into Komala -- almost literally, though he manages to stop before he could run into her. "Hey, Komala! How are you --" Of course, during this, he was looking at her, liking what he was seeing ... and then he noticed that her right arm was missing. At first, he thinks it must be some sort of optical illusion; after all, last time he saw Komala she had two arms ... but then upon further inspection, he realises that her right arm is indeed gone, appearing to have been sliced off. He starts to panic. "Whoa, what happened? Are you all right ?!! ... Who did this to you?" Of course, his feelings for her had not changed, but even though he didn't know who did it, he was pretty pissed off at whoever did. After all, no one harms his girlfriend and gets away with it, especially serious injuries like this one. |
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| Mr. Trout | Feb 10 2006, 10:33 PM Post #3 |
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“Relax *words cannot be translated correctly* before you get an aneurism.” What could not be translated correctly was a string of Cantonese curses, well not so much curses as derogatory terms for an overbearing motherish type. No one said Loire had to be a nice guy, well at least to people he didn’t know. Komala gave him a bad look, not that would do anything before rubbing her stump arm nervously. She was more then a little self conscious about it. Of course the wound had been bandaged up, a bit of meta nurse magic to keep it from bleeding all the time. “Don’t worry about him AJ it was just a little…accident while we were training.” Komala was the nice one, she eyed her boyfriend rather hastily, as rumors say he was one of the stronger school alumni and seeing his girlfriend having gotten her arm severed while practicing…not an actual fight just during a practice. So much for having parents and families who fought for a living, such skills apparently weren’t inherited. Komala eyed the boys for a moment, far too nervously she did it. “I thought I had taught you to be quicker, the fault is mine.” Loire reached deep onto the pockets of those jackets to remove a half collapsed box of cigarettes, ones he had seen in his father’s rubbish bin when he last went there (to steal the man’s sword…not that he would admit that). He struck a match on the stump and quickly lit the stick on fire. The flame danced and reflected on his sun glasses dark surface, it looked far too theatrical to be right. “Come on it wasn’t your fault, it was just an accident.” |
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| Deleted User | Feb 11 2006, 02:28 AM Post #4 |
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At first, it was very difficult for AJ to relax. His girlfriend's arm appeared to have been sliced off -- and that just doesn't seem like something to be taken lightly. He couldn't understand what Loire was saying to him, but whatever it was, he figures it wasn't exactly a good thing, and he glares at him. However, he does see that Komala seems to not be particularly angry about the situation -- in fact, she seems to be doing fine considering the situation. However, he seems to have found out who lobbed off her arm. He had calmed down a bit, though, especially knowing that it wasn't on purpose. "Well ... maybe be a bit more careful next time -- I wouldn't want her to lose any more of her body, after all." He didn't want to seem like the "overbearing mother type," but at the same he doesn't want to see anything else like this happen to her. |
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| Mr. Trout | Feb 17 2006, 05:02 PM Post #5 |
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“I don’t know if there should be a next time.” That was Komala’s words, her nervous words were rather lost amongst the air as Loire heard them. He didn’t like the thought of losing pupils. His talents were confined to that small area, sure it seemed like a gyp that he hadn’t inherited the brains or luck that his sister got. This fighting was his greatest talent, one that she had to envy and it was starting to go to waste. If Komala stopped learning from him then only Namir would be under his tutelage. “You shouldn’t speak like that. You need to know how to defend yourself, this isn’t like piano lessons where you can just stop when you start hating it.” It was ironic for Loire to use the piano as an example because he had learned how to do it himself, because of the half broken one that was in the only safe house in his future. He had practiced on it every day when it was safe. That was every day until Sion got angry at it and shot it a couple times with a very large pistol. What was going on now then? Komala was going to leave his watch, another step farther away from the family. First was the boyfriend, then the clubs, then all the rest. She might not be with the rest of the family for very long. |
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| Deleted User | Feb 18 2006, 02:18 AM Post #6 |
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AJ can tell that Komala seems to be getting more unsure about her abilities, and he can understand that -- after all, it's not everyday that something major and life-changing happens to someone while they're training. However, he doesn't want Komala to give up hope. "Yeah -- don't give up. Sure, it may seem hard at first, even dangerous -- but I know that you can become stronger." On the one hand, he did not want to see something like this happen to her again -- but on the other hand, he hated to see her disheartened like this, especially if it means she's considering giving up on becoming stronger completely because she doesn't seem to think she can do it. "I'll do whatever I can to help you along the way to your goal. I'll do whatever it takes." (OOC- Sorry about the relative shortness of the post; I'm kinda worn out from the day, but I wanted to get a post in tonight.) |
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