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| katzkat1083 | Dec 7 2009, 10:44 AM Post #1 |
It's not as fun as you might think...
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It had been a while since he had gone thru this. More than a while, actually. But the scene was such a part of everyday school life from a couple of weeks ago that once again people didn't do much about it. Regi: "Coming thru!" This time around it weren't cried for help and yelps, no. This time, Regi had already ran enough around the school campus to have his own set of nimble legs that would keep him safe from harm. Also his powers had become more stable, allowing him to leave small distractions in his path to help himself away from the tail on him. It was comprised from around 6 guys, all students like him but only noticeable thanks to their ragged versions of their uniforms. they were more like thugs. In the games the imager would usually spend this time of the day playing, these would be goons of some yet unknown master mind that for some reason seemed to want his head. As always he had ran into the closest open door in the hallways. Reginaldo had met quite some interesting people this way and also got into quite questionable situations, but so far it hadn't failed him, till now. As he had dived into the door and shut the door behind him, he had been greeted by the massive hand of one of said goons which seemed to be mass produced as they all looked the same despite the rags on their clothes seemed unique for each. All he managed was to imagine up a door between himself and that hand that seemed capable of squeezing his head like an orange. The door pushed him and together hand, door and boy broke the real door behind him and tossed him into the circle of thugs. Each of them seemed as tall as the hallway itself with bulky arms and meaty legs. There was no place to run past the wall of flesh and things didn't seem promising for the non-fighter. He would be able to dodge maybe a couple of hits, but other than that... he would still have 5 other sets of arms to avoid... not even the best agi char from one of his games would be able to handle that, he thought with defeated certainty. |
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| Krazycloud | Dec 7 2009, 12:40 PM Post #2 |
Kirien...He's not as dumb as he looks...really...
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Kirien had been trying to get his bearings for some time now, he was hopelessly lost and he only had himself to blame for stubbornly refusing to accept a guide to show him around the school, despite this being only his first day. ”Don‘t worry about it…” He had said, ”I can handle it!” he had declared with the utmost of confidence. Now he was mentally kicking himself, all the halls seemed to be the same, and despite his best guesses he only seemed to be getting further from the location at the top of the scrap of paper he had in his hand for reference. ”REGI: "Coming thru!" He glanced up just in time to sidestep a kid who seemed to be running for his life. The reason for this followed shortly after in the form of what looked to be 5 or 6 semi-rough looking students chasing after him. This was a scene not wholly unfamiliar to Kirien, as back when he was in grade school he would often be one of those goons chasing the stereotypical nerd type. He was far past that stage in his life, however, and as he turned and sharpened his vision to keep track of the last guy in the group, he thought that perhaps he should lend a hand if need be, as picking on the weak was something he had been taught was an act of even greater weakness. He caught up to the group just as they were surrounding their prey, and from the look of it this wouldn’t have ended well for the unfortunate youth. Ending his dash just beyond the circle, he suddenly gave a sharp and piercing whistle to get their attention. Now there was only one way to get through to these types, and that was to show them that they were dealing with someone tougher than they were. Kirien dropped his book bag and adopted an aggressive stance, slamming his fist into his open palm to look menacing. ”Alright, listen up! I dunno what you lames are after this kid for but ya may as well forget about it! Let him go an be on your way…” Kirien cracked his knuckles and gave a wicked lopsided grin, ”Otherwise ya got Kirien Kiryu to deal with!” Seems his first day here was about to be as lively as he had hoped. |
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| katzkat1083 | Dec 7 2009, 03:09 PM Post #3 |
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It's not as fun as you might think...
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With the whistle, the circle of thugs stopped their slow march towards the boy in the middle and forced some of them to look over their massive shoulders and the rest to move a little from their current locations to watch past their wide comrades at the intruder. Regi also scrambled to his feet and tried to watch in vain at the source of the loud noise. The thugs in front of him blocked the view of mostly all the hallways but only allowed the teen the view of the stranger's school bag on the floor. Regi: "I wish you got an army with you since you're on my blind..." As the front row of thugs came at the unwanted youth, the rear row granted Reginaldo a well aimed strike right in the gut that blew any air in him out as fast his body allowed. Just the air, not his lights. The boy remained on his footing for a few seconds, before bending to his knees. There he took air once more and said one single thing. Regi: "Mierda!" That was a curse word in spanish, since he was southamerican it wasn't unusual for him to say such things. His ears still rung from the impact, and he could assume his body felt like what a watermelon would feel after being struck by a ton of bricks. Luckily for him, there was someone who didn't know that particular word, but damn well knew it was a curse word and it was spanish. While Regi had all the geeky stereotype of a nerd, a new kind of nerd appeared down the hall while tucking his laptop under one arm. It was the complete opposite to the black framed glasses boy. Where he was a shrimp, this guy looked like an Adonis. It didn't take much for the guy to add one plus two... Boy down, threatening crowd, aspiring heros. That was all he needed to know. Venser was on the rough side of things as of late, ever since the breakup. He had too much energy in him, since his exercise routine was no more, but not even the gym and all its machines could help as good as some real adrenaline and testosterone pumping could do for him. Venser: "Cut the crap and do something already." The green haired techie had said those words passing quickly by Kirien's side. If this dudes were out for a fight, they had come to the right place. Venser already was well known for damaging school property openly... but it was mostly his laptop's fault. Or so he liked to think. With 3 of the guys coming head on, Venser was greeted head on by a massive fist that to his surprise stretched as big as he was and struck him flat against the wall. A little noise, cursing probably, came right before the impact. he had been careless, anger and months without proper sex blinding him as usual. Meanwhile, Regi was being pummeled over and over by equally big fists. Some of them where blocked by what seemed to be pieces of the roof or the floor generated randomly trying to avoid the rain of fists. It seemed like it would depend on the other guy to safe these two. |
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| Krazycloud | Dec 7 2009, 04:14 PM Post #4 |
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Kirien...He's not as dumb as he looks...really...
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Kirien’s attempt to stare down the small gang had failed, and now not only were they laying a beat down on the kid he had been trying to help, a second guy had leaped into the fray only to immediately be punched in the face. The youth dropped into his ready stance. Granted, his master probably wouldn’t approve of him using violence first and getting involved in a fight on his first day in a new school, but then again he was defending someone who was outnumbered and as appearances go, seemed much weaker than his opponents. This was no longer the time to be hesitant. Two of the thugs were fast approaching Kirien, one throwing a heavy fist toward the boy’s face. Swaying lightly, Kirien dodged the strike and spun, lowering his center of gravity to slam his elbow into his attacker’s side. Then, stepping quickly behind the thugs doubled over form, Kirien delivered a firm kick to his back that sent the would be bully sprawling face first into the ground. Quickly turning his attention to the second attacker, Kirien backstepped to avoid a lunging swing and countered by sending his fist into the guy’s solar plexus, then as the stunned opponent staggered back another well placed kick to the same spot slammed him against the wall, and he slumped downward slowly. Deeming the smaller of his two allies in the most danger, Kirien closed the gap between himself, Regi, and Regi’s tormentor with a quick dash and intercepted the bully’s arm as it was raised to strike again. Spinning his foe around Kirien gave an open palmed strike to the thug's face to stun him then, grabbing him by his uniform, dragged him toward the three facing Venser and hurled him into another one of his comrades, sending them both down in a tangled heap. Seeing his two fellow bullies go down, the one not hitting Vesner charged the would be rescuer next. Reacting calmly, Kirien swept the guy’s feet from under him mid charge, then planted his heel in the thug’s back after he had hit the ground face first in order to keep him down. This only left the one attacking Vesner, who now looked hesitant after seeing how Kirien had handled the others. Running a hand through his hair to brush his bangs from his eyes, Kirien fixed a menacing glare upon this last bully. ”You can be the smart one here. Gather up your friends and take off..."He smirked a little at guy, "Oh, and remember my name....Kirien."he added, hoping this would be enough to signal a retreat. He really didn’t want to soil his brand new uniform any more than he already had. |
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| katzkat1083 | Dec 8 2009, 10:59 AM Post #5 |
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It's not as fun as you might think...
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The guy with the massive fist pressing the green haired teen against the wall turned his little bulbous red eyes at the fighter, without keeping the pressure off his victim. With his back towards the door, Kirien had missed one huge fact: hadn't these guys been too easy to beat? This is in fact, a meta school, and while flashy footwork and martial arts sometimes makes the cut, sometimes they don't. Reginaldo, being the mess he was, picked himself up and gingerly took hi footing. His whole body ached and probably he had more than one thing broken. It was his first beating, and probably if it weren't for all that muscle he had been gaining by running away, he'd probably be either unconscious or worse. His eyes were blurry by pain and blood, but he did manage to see something he had seen already and tried to warn the boy in front of him, but his ached clogged his words. A massive arm came out of the unhinged door the first victim had fell out of. It was a meaty arm but nonetheless powered by meta abilities. No other way would that thing be able to swing the way it did and grab the fighter with a fist as big as his entire body was. The giant clasp only left the head of the boy out and turned on the wrist to let the owner of the arm to be seen. It was indeed the very same thug he had kicked in the plexus, elbowed in the side, took off his footing and nailed on the ground. They were all the same, and were one. The same raisin/prune face and the same bulbous red eyes that seemed about to pop out of their sockets. The one that had been holding Venser against the wall spoke. Thug: "Keep yer nose off people issue's, hero wannabe." The voice resounded all over the place, it was thick and leathery. Why had it resounded? The other six thugs also spoke in unison with him. That helped solve the issue why they looked alike- they were some kind of replicant meta. With that said, the ones that had been on the ground, allowed themselves to their feet and dusted off their rags for a uniform. There was no expression on their unique faces, but they surely weren't happy that two strangers had interrupted them in their task, which they took little time to reveal. Thugs: "We just came for the latin boy." That was a hint, and Regi obviously shook as the words echoed in the other meaty throats. Why were they here for him? Meanwhile, between the wall of giant fingers and the wall of bricks, Venser had been able to somehow manage some space for himself by deploying and bending the battle lance out of his laptop. There he had time to hear what was going on outside and make a call. It was an important call that needed to be made in order to get out of this issue. Once he clicked the connection of his mind off, he knew what had to be done. The first thing was to elaborate another blade out of the already existing one. No biggies there. The next one would be getting enough room to stab the damn wall of -what he now knew was- pseudo flesh. The thug let out a low moan, more in surprise than pain, as the blade appeared on the opposing side of his hand and carved its way down. After 3 more cuts, the green haired techie appeared covered in dust and debris. With the closest thug admiring the square hole in his humongous hand, Venser had enough time to call out towards the trapped teen, Kirien. Venser: "They are brothers, with shared and combining powers!" A straight slash freed the hero and granted him enough room to move in the now forming defense against the 7 giants. It was hard for a meta to get control over a single power, let alone many of them. But this kind of siblings were not unknown and their shared powers made them quite a threat. Venser: "We need.. to find the lead one." With their surprise on their weaknesses being called out, the brothers stood a defensive line on their end as well. This was not going to be a easy battle, specially in the numbers. |
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| Krazycloud | Dec 8 2009, 04:12 PM Post #6 |
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Kirien...He's not as dumb as he looks...really...
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Poor Kirien. He was so caught up in trying to do the right thing and making a name for himself on his first day in school that he simply forgot that in this school, and ordinary thug was anything but. So he was taken completely unawares by the giant hand and it took awhile for it to register just what exactly he was dealing with. All was not lost, however, as he was granted a chance at freedom by Venser which he immediately took. He rolled free of his captor and while kneeling decided to tap into a little power of his own. Pressing his fingers to the Eye of the Wind amulet tucked inside his uniform he spoke quickly and quietly the incantation needed to call upon it’s aid. ”Sylph, spirit of the wind, I call thy children to my side“ The youth was immediately surrounded by a soft green light and seemed to have his own personal wind that ruffled his hair and clothes. He stood and took his ready stance again, this time determined not to underestimate his opponent, a mistake he had been taught on several occasions could cost him his life. He damned himself silently for being so careless while vowing to make whomever it was responsible pay for making him look like an amateur… Even if he was one when it came to dealing with metas. Kirien instinctively moved himself slowly and as much as he could toward the last known location of Reginaldo, the target of this particular opponent it seemed. The second boy that had come to help had a weapon to defend himself while Regi, it appeared to Kirien, did not. So protecting him became the second priority. The first, of course, was making this guy regret ever having crossed him. He shifted his vision to Venser, who seemed to have information on this particular pair of siblings after Regi, “So take down the leader, huh?” He smirked, looking at all of the identical giants, ready to react at a moment‘s notice “Any idea which one that is? If you can give me even the smallest detail to go on… I can sniff him out, guaranteed.” Edited by Krazycloud, Dec 8 2009, 04:14 PM.
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| katzkat1083 | Dec 9 2009, 12:25 AM Post #7 |
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It's not as fun as you might think...
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The sides were ready after a couple of minutes. Venser kept his battle lance pointing outwards and to the thug in the lead of the other group. The polished metallic surface from his weapon reflected against the walls on uneven forms. To his left was the injured nerd, and to his right, the fighter that had taken sides with him defending the glasses boy. It was 3, or possibly 2 since Regi was indeed not a fighter, against 7 or possibly more. His informant was not very sure about that little bit of info. What he did know was: Venser: "That's not their real skin, they feel no real pain. That's why there was no blood or yelp when they were cut. That's not a bad thing, since we can go all out." He turned an eye on the black haired slim dude he was defending. Regi appeared as if he was about to faint but fought it fiercely with the little strengths he had left. He would do alright as long as he wasn't injured any more. Venser: "Any detail on the leader... I think it looks different from the rest. That kind is usually not the fighter type. So might as well be hiding somewhere... And there's only one way to do that." They maybe could take a lot of damage with their massive bodies, but surely enough their heads seemed small enough to guess they were not under the influence of the sibling powers. It'd be impossible to tell which one held the growing ability or which one held the bulky skin, so their best shot was aiming at the apparent only weak point and wish for the best. As Venser was only a heavy lancer, he wouldn't be able to take the assaulters out without chopping their heads off... and that was a no go in the school. No matter how much they seemed to want the latin boy dead. He turned to his improvised companion and prompted him to move along with him. With a hand he signaled he'd defend while Kirien managed the attack, hoping the other would understand. There was no time to double check the orders, as the first 2 of the siblings made their move on them. In a row, the large thugs came at them, with the one in the lead ready to do that massive smash attack that had trapped Venser the moment the battle started. Things were different now, so instead of aiming to strike at the growing fist, the teen dug the tip of his lance in the ground before him with all his might, getting a good portion of the blade underground. It was a well known defensive maneuver for the heavy lancers. The fist would smack and be smacked back with the same amount of force thanks to the blade's durability. The recoil would grant the 'attacker' a chance. Venser just gripped his teeth and handled the best he could the impact, already trying to sort out how he would deal with the second giant. |
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| Krazycloud | Dec 9 2009, 03:59 AM Post #8 |
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Kirien...He's not as dumb as he looks...really...
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Kirien waited patiently for instructions to how to find and defeat the leader while keeping his ready stance. He studied their foes more closely, but couldn’t really find any distinguishing marks of any kind, so he’d have to rely completely on Vesner’s information. VESNER:"That's not their real skin, they feel no real pain. That's why there was no blood or yelp when they were cut. That's not a bad thing, since we can go all out." This was semi good news. Going all out meant not holding back, and holding back during a fight was always difficult. Yet an enemy that didn’t feel pain would be a tough enemy to stop… VESNER:”Any detail on the leader... I think it looks different from the rest. That kind is usually not the fighter type. So might as well be hiding somewhere…” Kirien gave a quick nod to himself, that was far more than he had to go on. So if the leader wasn’t here did that mean he had to be close by? Or could he issue his orders remotely. The grey-eyed youth hoped it to be the former. The latter would prove difficult indeed. So while it was obvious that none of the ones they faced was the leader they needed to defeat, it was also clear that they were the more immediate threat to Regi, who appeared to Kirien about to collapse at any moment. He studied their foes to find a point of attack somewhere on the massive bodies that felt no pain. Nothing below the neck looked like a feasible target. The heads were the only thing that seemed not to change, plus if they couldn’t feel pain a direct blow to the head may be the only thing that could stop them at all. Kirien was going to attempt to confirm this with Vesner when the green-haired boy suddenly made a hand signal. It had been quick, but Kirien’s best interpretation of it was, ’You go forward.’ He didn’t have time to think about it any further as the assault had began itself anew. As soon as the first attack was repelled Kirien sprang into action, using his power to heighten his sense of touch and increase his sense of balance and agility, he took one step toward Vesner and leapt into the air, aiming to land on the other boy’s buried spear. The landing was light, and Kirien quickly shifted his weight and jumped off of the spear, sailing over the head of their first attacker. Aiming carefully, he planted both feet squarely on the back of the giant’s head, which served as both an attack and the spring for his third consecutive jump, during which he gracefully somersaulted in the air and aimed a double legged dropkick at the face of the second attacker, landing it and riding the momentum to the ground, which led both feet to be planted in the guy’s face. Quickly recovering, Kirien called over his shoulder to his partner in this endeavor , ”Do you think this leader is hiding somewhere close by? If so I can listen for him! That‘s part of my power!” |
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| katzkat1083 | Dec 9 2009, 11:36 PM Post #9 |
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It's not as fun as you might think...
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The battle plan had been executed perfectly. This guy's moves weren't half bad. The green haired techie had seen the whole thing from behind the curve his lance offered nearly at the base and close to the grip. One first then the second one, the titans had been taken out in the minimal time with the minimal effort. He hadn't considered that as a possibility to take out the next opponent, using the first as a ricochet. Not a bad thing at all. With his task done, the attacker turned back to the self proclaimed strategist and defender. Venser: "How the hell should I know?! Just keep your eyes open!" Time had ran out and the gigantic steps of the next wave, 3 of the thugs, came closer. With his blade already pointing upwards, the handsome techie pondered on whether the same stratagem would work on this group. With the same movement of the hand, along with the same incoming attack of the lead assaulter, added to the same lance stab into the ground, and the same jump from the fighter... everything seemed to be repeating... Until the third thug in line extended a massive hand over the first's head and the second clasped right on the spot where Kirien would land for his double stomp. It hadn't work out at all. Venser cursed under his breath and quickly pushed the first fist back and used the recoil to get some distance from the siblings, while keeping Regi on his back. Regi, for his most part, had witnessed how Mario had stomped on 2 goombas and was now trying to step on another one, that turned into a maneater plant... Too bad for Mario. |
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| Krazycloud | Dec 10 2009, 01:24 AM Post #10 |
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Kirien...He's not as dumb as he looks...really...
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The defeat of Kirien and Vesner’s first strategy left the former in a bad spot. The second giant had him by the legs, a grip the smaller boy could never break without assistance. That didn’t matter, however, as he wasn’t held in that grip for very long. The giant pulled back his arm for a little momentum then hurled the kid he had captured at the closest wall, perhaps in retaliation for having been kicked against it earlier. The impact was enough to leave several cracks in the wall, and Kirien crumpled to ground in dramatic fashion, convincing enough to have all three giants turn their attention to their remaining two targets and continue to close in on them. Only moments after he was disregarded Kirien’s eyes snapped open and he effortlessly rose to a crouch, giving a silent thanks to the wind spirits for protecting him from the impact against the wall. He doubted he could take too many more of those before the limit of his protection was exceeded, however, so his next move had to be a decisive one. There wasn’t enough time for him to try and signal Vesner, the others were drawing too close and were blocking the view. Darting as quickly and as quietly as he could muster, Kirien flanked the rearmost of their attackers to launch his next assault. Breaking into a run, he scaled the giant’s back and mounted the ruffian’s shoulders, locking his legs around the head before he began wailing on it caselessly with alternating fists, smashing each one into the back of the skull with as much force as he dared repeatedly. This was all he could do for now, and hoped Vesner would have something in mind for the other two, as Kirien now literally had his hands full |
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| katzkat1083 | Dec 10 2009, 09:02 AM Post #11 |
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It's not as fun as you might think...
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The march of the three giants was leaving a very distressed Venser and a zombie-like Regi without any room to even think of taking cover, let alone fight on even grounds. Not that this battle had ever been even from the start. It was just a couple of steps before Regi, pushed gently backwards by the techie's hand, touched the hallway wall with his back. The mark of the whole he had carved out of the quickest move with his wide lance, was just an arm's reach away. His green orbs fell on the crevice as if trying to solve the puzzle of the missing bits littering the floor. That was it! It was a curved whole, capable of holding a person in it. It would be a weak defense for Regi, but it was better than being on the open. Besides, if his calculations were correct, help would be arriving some time soon. The heroic duo only needed to hold their grounds for a few more minutes. As the thug rose a massive hand to smash the pair, Venser spun on his heels and smacked the latin kid on the side with the flat side of the blade. As if the poor semi-conscious boy was some sort of pool ball, he bounced off the outer edge of the crevice and into the crack. The fist came downwards and Venser's momentum allowed him to point his lance skywards, right into the closed hand. With the weight of it, the hilt touched ground in a matter of seconds, but the own resistance of the pseudoflesh halted the attack. With all his might, he jumped out of the way not without pulling his lance back into its original form. Scrambling quickly to his feet, Venser rose right in front of the crevice holding Regi and opened his eyes to see exactly what he had seen at the very start of this whole thing: a massive fist dead straight ahead. Venser cursed once more. The fist never reached its final destination. Out of seemingly nowhere, tendrils held the gigantic arm in place, despite it seemed to restrain it, it didn't seem like it would be budge for long. On a second glance, he noticed they weren't common tendrils, but whips made from paper pages molded together. With the fist only inches away from his nose, he turned to the other side to see the second assailant's feet fied tightly together by the same tentacles of paper. The hunk allowed himself a sigh of relief. Patricia: "Move your damn ass, will you? These guys are more than I can handle at once!" Oh, the sweet sound of cavalry arriving in time. How good did it feel to have friends one can trust under such circumstances. Of course, the girl that had arrived looked like anything but sweet. Blood red eyes, a menacing stare, and a red bonnet that seemed to add a radical communist aura. That was the cold blooded librarian aide of AHS. Venser: "You're damn late." Patricia: "I have a life, unlike you." Venser opened his mouth but nothing came out. She was right.. why bother to keep on the useless arguing? Pulling the smaller boy out of the crack and tugging an arm under him, Venser reached for Patricia's location and stared at the standing titan with a little thing on top. Oh wait, that was Kirien. From the boy's perspective it was hard to tell, but apparently, the thug had felt unconscious after the barrage of punches offered by the fighter. Venser: "He's out man, let it be. We gotta run!" Wiping some sweat off her brow, the young blonde pointed at the tiny body on top of the large mass the assaulter was. Patricia: "Who's that?" Venser: "A good soul that tried to help this guy. Just like me?" After waiting for a second or two so their group could gather, they set a quick paced march to find some way out of this mess. |
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| Krazycloud | Dec 11 2009, 09:04 PM Post #12 |
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Kirien...He's not as dumb as he looks...really...
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VESNER: "He's out man, let it be. We gotta run!" Kirien paused in his flurry to check the condition of the owner of the skull he’d be wailing on for the past several seconds. Blinking innocently, he realized with a start that the guy was indeed, quite out. Dismounting with a backwards somersault he landed and rolled backward, regaining his feet and scanning the area to access the situation. The trio had been joined by a 4th, a female, who was seemingly responsible for restraining the two remaining giants. And it seemed decided that retreat was the best possible option at this point. Kirien began to follow then realized in horror that he had left his book bag behind. Cursing himself for being so careless again, he made a mad dash to retrieve it and did so just moments before the two overgrown bullies managed to free themselves, their large bodies moving to create a blockade between Kirien and his companions. Kirien doubted that his flashy acrobatics alone would avail him this time as the giants seemed truly enraged that their plans for causing whatever harm to the one known as Reginaldo had gone so terribly awry. The black-haired teen’s mind raced as the two closed in. ”Desperate times…” The youth muttered, slowly opening and reaching a hand into his bag. The attack from him came suddenly, he flicked his wrist outward hurtling a textbook from his bag, the sharp end striking one of the giants cleanly in the eye. The shock of the impact was enough to disturb the would be bully’s balance, and in his attempt to regain his footing the giant stumbled into the second, granting Kirien just the opportunity he had been hoping for. Dashing headlong at his adversaries Kirien launched himself into a baseball slide that carried him between the legs of the giant he struck with the book. Rolling at the end to narrowly avoid being squashed by the second giant who, while trying to right his stumbling ally, aimed a downward open handed smash at the elusive intruder. Safe for the moment at least Kirien rejoined the others while slinging his now slightly lightened book bag over his shoulder, the recovered giants now in close pursuit. He figured now would be the best time to introduce himself to the group, in case they other boys had missed his slightly cocky declaration earlier, ”Hi! I‘m Kirien! Nice to meet you all!” He flashed a smile, ”Any luck tracking down that leader yet?” |
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| katzkat1083 | Dec 12 2009, 11:40 PM Post #13 |
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It's not as fun as you might think...
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All four of them on the run... Well, more like 3 of them on the run and one being carried by the shoulders by the two males... the group had come to a point where they had the disadvantage. Why were the odds against them? Easy enough. They had no further information on the reasons behind the attack that had almost taken the guy's life. They had 5 thugs still on their tails and who would eventually catch up. Ven's party had a dead weight. The others were just slower but constant. It'd be a matter of time only. Oh the pressure. The hallways of the school never seemed so deserted ever. Where the hell was the people at times like this? But when you didn't need to run into anyone, you were surely to run into the worst person possible. Hell. Patricia thought the same and angrily sighed for letting herself be brought into such a thing. Venser: "Bet you wanting to be back in your book world right now." Patricia: "Bet you asking yourself why we never hit it off." He laughed and gave a can you believe this chick look at Kirien who, probably to change the mood, had opted to introduce himself once more but with less drama. Venser: "I'm Venser, and this lovely blond is Patricia. Thanks for the helping hand, man. By the way... you got any clue who this boy is?" The three of them would probably share a clueless look for a couple of seconds, so it was maybe a good thing that their quarry chose to speak at that exact moment. Regi: "I'm... Regi... and I'm... sore..." Patricia: "Half dead, I'd say." Regi: "Door... use a door to escape. That always works." It hadn't work last time, but none of them knew that, right? None of them besides Regi and his memory seemed to be playing tricks on them. Without real objections to the proposed plan, the trio carried the injured into the next open door they found. It was a classroom, consumed in shadows as the lights were out. It'd seem as if they would be able to catch their breath there... or would they really? They stayed as quiet as humanly possible and awaited for the massive stomping from the thugs pass by them... Had they really made it? |
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| Krazycloud | Dec 13 2009, 04:20 AM Post #14 |
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Kirien...He's not as dumb as he looks...really...
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As everyone held their collective breaths waiting for the danger to pass, anyone who glanced his way would notice that Kirien had a softly glowing green aura around him from the effect of the wind spirits that were still protecting him. The light making him look somewhat eerie in the shadowy room. Normally being in a dark room anywhere near a girl his age would’ve paralyzed the long haired teen with fear and anxiousness, however Kirien’s love for battle won out over his awkwardness with females and he continued to function normally thanks to the effect of his combat high. The footsteps did plod further away and though it seemed their plans to elude capture had worked, Kirien motioned for everyone to remain silent. Closing his eyes he focused on sharpening his sense of hearing and attempted to get a better grasp on where their pursuers were headed. He listened intently as he heard the footsteps of the giants come to a halt much further down the hallway. There was silence from them for awhile and all Kirien could hear was heightened ambient noises but he remained focused. Were they planning something? This course of thinking proved to be correct. The distinctive sound of their plodding footsteps echoed in Kirien’s ears as they separated. Shortly afterward he heard the sounds of doors opening and closing. They had lost them and were now conducting a search! Kirien placed the sound to still be some distance from them yet they were moving closer slowly as it seemed like they were taking time to thoroughly search each room. A strange thought occurred to Kirien then… Weren’t they disturbing classes? He didn’t take any time to indulge the thought as he relaxed his senses and opened his eyes to update the others on the situation, ”They‘ve lost us, but they‘re looking for us. At the rate they‘re going I‘d say we‘ve got…” he nibbled his lip while he thought, ”Roughly three to five minutes before they try this door.” Kirien silently wished he had bought his bokken along now instead of leaving it in his dorm room. The school did have a no weapon policy but did a wooden sword really count as a weapon? Maybe it did, in his hands, which was why he had chosen to leave it behind. But what use was there in thinking about it? It certainly wasn’t going to help them now. ”There‘s a pretty good chance that they‘ve figured out we‘re targeting their heads now, which is going to make fightin‘ them even more difficult from now on, I‘ll bet. So um… If anyone were to have any suggestions on how to proceed from here…” He trailed off, wondering in the back of his mind if every day here at AHS was going to be as eventful as this, his first. |
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| katzkat1083 | Dec 13 2009, 07:11 PM Post #15 |
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It's not as fun as you might think...
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If Kirien only knew. Regi was probably the one with the most eventful first days. Yes, days. He had gone thru two first days at AHS. One back at the now gone world where metas were all worldwide known and in this one, the one they were all together at the moment. He had learned there were parallel universes and all that metaphysical jumbo in a single day, but that wasn't the point now. So to sum it all up... yes, AHS was commonly known for its busy days. With the status of their situation updated, Venser helped the latino kid to take a sit against the wall which was the least she could do. Patricia swirled her hands about and out of the sleeves of her school jacket paper cards started pouring out and bandaging up the injured in the most vital areas. It was not a medical attention but at least... Patricia: "It'd keep him from bleeding to death. Sorry if I'm no nurse." The black haired gamer nodded in thanks, too sore from the roughness of the pages curling on his body to properly mouth a thank you. Venser: "We should definitely have a healer around... It'd be useful. Just like..." His words trailed and his mind shifted for a moment to his ex's party. They were a well balanced power with even support and healer. Of course his mind's eye didn't focus on the petite french medic... but on the wild argentinean beauty that played leader there. Patricia noticed him drifting off out of no real reason and shook her head. A snap right in front of his eyes and the boy returned to his senses. Patricia: "Focus, Venser. What do we do now... Three minutes, hardly, to think of something." ”There‘s a pretty good chance that they‘ve figured out we‘re targeting their heads now, which is going to make fightin‘ them even more difficult from now on, I‘ll bet. So um… If anyone were to have any suggestions on how to proceed from here…” Venser: "... uhh..." Why was it that everyone was staring at him? How was it that he turned to be the leader of this party? Even the one they had rescued had turned his almost mummified neck in his direction. It was hard to think already with all the attention, why did they need to add so much pressure?! If something only just happened then, to lessen the spotlight! His prayers were answered as the lights of the classroom hummed to life. With the sudden brightness, all the rescue party had to cover their eyes for a second. When the pain faded away in the following second, they noticed they were no longer alone. In front of them stood the silhouettes of their very pursuers. The giant bodies stood in a V formation with a differing figure at the lead. That was the leader of the sibling gang, probably. As eyes came used to light, their pursuers were revealed along with their leader. He alone was unique among the group. His clothes were indeed the school uniform, tidy enough to pass as something else than a bully, unlike his siblings. His voice and tone were also quite different. Leader: "I can suggest you something, if you don't mind. You can be kind enough to hand me that mummy-boy there and we can go all on our separate ways again. Nothing happened. Isn't it a nice offer?" The british librarian nodded unconsciously, getting an obvious scolding stare from Ven. It indeed was a good offer, he had to admit that much. But, would he really be ok after turning his back on someone in need? It really wasn't his thing. But then again, he needed to know what his improvised group thought. His eyes darted from the slender looking young man to the direction of the blond. Patricia noticed the stare and moved the head in a what? fashion. Did she really need an input here? It's not like she cared for the two unknown students. but could she just abandon her old crush? No way, right? With silent words, she informed Venser that was to pull any plan he thought of. With that done, his green orbs fell on the fighter to his other flank. He asked once more with a simple movement of the head if he was going to back down on them or not at this point. It was a rhetorical question of course. Venser already knew the answer. |
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| Krazycloud | Dec 13 2009, 10:23 PM Post #16 |
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Kirien...He's not as dumb as he looks...really...
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Before Vesner’s eyes even rested upon Kirien the long haired youth was grinning from ear to ear. But this devilish smile was not aimed at Vesner, no, Kirien was smiling this twisted smile at the leader of this gang of ruffians who had finally decided to show his face. This, in Kirien’s eyes, was the first stroke of good luck he’d had since he’d volunteered to defend Regi as now victory was within their grasp. The fighter ignored the request made by the leader completely and once again, as he had before this fight had started, he dropped his book bag and slammed his right fist into his open left hand in front of his chest, ”Now we‘re talkin‘! You,” he pointed a finger at the leader,”You owe me a textbook and I‘m willin‘ to bet you don‘t plan on payin‘ for it… Which is fine, cuz I plan on takin‘ the cost of it outta your face!” He took a step forward as he assumed his ready stance again, the soft green aura of wind flaring around him slightly in response to the boy’s renewed fighting spirit. Vesner suggested earlier that their leader was most likely not a fighter type, which in Kirien’s mind put himself, a definite fighter type, at a clear advantage in close quarters. There was of course the giants to contend with but he figured the others in this entourage would help to even the scales a bit and Kirien himself still had his trump card which he planned on playing in what he was hoping to be the final confrontation. He addressed the group behind him assuming that everyone able to fight was also willing to see this through to until the end, ”Cover me! If I can get close to the head of this snake I can take him down! Count on it!” It didn’t matter to Kirien what these bullies motives had been. It didn’t matter that he didn’t even know the boy he was protecting, or the people who had come to his aid. All that mattered, Kirien thought, as he began to draw upon all the focus his willpower could muster, was that these guys were attacking the weak. This, in Kirien’s book, was reason enough for him to fight. Now, with their leader exposed, they’d see him at his best. He charged forward using his primary power to is maximum, which meant heightening both his sense of touch and hearing in combination to increase his reaction time significantly. He liked to call this his ‘focused mode’ and time seemed to slow for him as his superior senses could hear if the muscles contracted or extended in his foes, giving him ample time to evade if necessary. His charge was aimed directly at the leader who had luckily placed himself at the head of the group. The teen couldn't stay in this mode for very long so he hoped he'd be able to deal with any surprises as they arose... |
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| katzkat1083 | Dec 14 2009, 09:02 PM Post #17 |
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It's not as fun as you might think...
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The other two readied themselves after a couple of seconds from Kirien's signal. Patricia cracked her neck and extended her arms upwards and weaved her fingers about, as if she was about to play some kind of invisible piano. It wouldn't be so far off comparing what she was about to do to such a thing as playing an instrument. From her jacket's bangs, down her skirt, up her sleeves, and even out of her newsie hat, millions of paper cards poured down and started swirl around with the semi-dramatic motions of her arms and upper torso. Patricia was a papermancer and she was the kind to use her powers to build things. Earlier, Kirien had met tentacle like versions of what she could do. That was the simplest of her crafts. With a mighty swing of her right arm, the sea of pages stopped pouring about and started to gather at a single spot. With the clasping of that right hand, the pages fused over one another, sealing themselves like not even the best steels did. Where paper had been, now two thing legs that ended in pointy feet stood. With each page that added, the lower body of a mighty giant formed. The upper torso of her creation came to be as she clasped her left hand in mid air. A bulky triangle shaped torso joined both legs and as if it was one of those mechs from TV, the giant creation came to life with a little shine in its eyes located in the front of a bee-like head that rested over the mighty shoulders that ended in giant double sided mallets. The construct only needed to roar or something to look really alive, but sorrowfully enough it was mute. If it only didn't have the paper white color on it, it would be quite a fearsome thing to stand against. But as it was, the construct merely made the thugs laugh loudly. They were even sized with it, but they were 6 in total. The golem, only one. Hearing the thick laughter her powers had brought about, Patricia clasped the paperlines, that linked her hands to such a large creation as the golem was, with such intensity that they bleed. Despite being the leader, unwilling as he was, Venser had taken a defensive stance to defend the papermaster and the injured boy. His lance was at its full power, durability and length. The green haired techie had minded trading the powerpack of the laptop for a fresh one during the minute long refreshment they had had once they entered this door. It had been a the wrong one (once again, even if they didn't know) but it would also allow them to finish the damn thing once and for all. With Patricia manipulating her large puppet, she was more than a sitting duck if forced to go close quarters. The other boy half conscious, Regi, he had called himself, was not even capable of standing by himself. There was no other choice but to stand back and defend the fort as they say. Venser spat on the floor, pitying not being able to also lay a punch on these guys. Kirien and Patricia would have to do that in his name. Checking back on Patricia, he could almost see her with a diabolical ki all around her. Both naturally red eyes flared with deep anger from being made fun of. Of course, this was both good and bad news. Venser: "OHMYGOD! She's gonna blow!" He called over the massive thumping steps of the paper giant already at its full speed which was not even a quarter of the fighter's and not half that of the thugs. Venser: "Kirien! Dodge! Forward and into a ball!! NOOOOOOOOOOW!!!!"" His orders made not much sense, but it would do him good to heed them. The paper titan retreated one of its massive mallets first to then swing it forward with all its might. It wouldn't reach them at this distance, hell no. Unless... it detached itself from the rest of the body, which it did. The pages were capable of launching that thing in the same way a sling would have. It was still connected to the body via a little paper line that granted it the properties imbued into it by its creator. The giant mallet, held back by the paper line, struck the opposing party by its side and then continued to travel in an arch, taking with it all those that were large enough to take the blow. Which meant, only the leader was left standing on his own two feet, while the others were tossed or pulled by the paper limb or its cord. If those guys' fists felt like brick walls, that fist must have felt like a running train. Momentum, added durability and over all... Anger, lots of anger; added in for the mighty punch that was sure to leave more than a couple of dinosaur-thick bones broken. In the wake of its swing, the punch had kicked up dust and whatnot in the classroom. The cloud blocked all visibility from the battle ahead. Despite that, the blond was more than sure of her attack being effective enough. It would leave a clear path for the group's finisher... If only they could see what was going on inside that dust cloud. |
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| Krazycloud | Dec 15 2009, 05:47 AM Post #18 |
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Kirien...He's not as dumb as he looks...really...
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VENSER: "Kirien! Dodge! Forward and into a ball!! NOOOOOOOOOOW!!!!"" While the warning itself didn’t make much sense to the attacking teen the intentions behind it did. Kirien threw himself immediately to the floor, pressing himself flat moments before Patricia’s attack sped over his head. The resulting impact had been monumental and as Kirien looked up he whistled low in complete astonishment at what was accomplished. While he had been expecting backup to help deal with the giants he was shocked and awed that the lot of them were felled in a single attack! And what an attack it was! Kirien also made a mental note at that moment to never get on that girl’s bad side if he could manage it. Leaping nimbly to his feet the grey eyed youth returned to the task at hand. He was close enough to the dust cloud to clearly see the leader’s face, and the look of shock mixed with horror and panic told Kirien three very important things. 1) This guy (much like Kirien himself) had not expected his entire crew to be wiped out by the enraged attack of the librarian aide. He had no back up plan. 2)This guy was clearly not a fighter type which meant ultimately… 3) (And this realization caused Kirien’s smirk to widen considerably) This fight would be over very soon. Dashing into the dust cloud, Kirien feinted a jab at the leader’s face which caused his foe to instinctively cover his head. At this point the fighter had his prey right where he wanted him and as Kirien pulled back his left fist for his true attack, his mind went back to the pummeling the then defenseless Reginaldo received on the orders of this weasel. The long haired teen gritted his teeth and tightened his fist, if there was one thing he despised more than a bully it was a bully who didn’t do his own dirty work. Kirien’s punch connected with the leader’s midsection so cleanly that the recipient of the blow was lifted off of his feet, his eyes nearly bulging out of his head. Not content to stop there Kirien repeated the attack with the same success consecutively, nailing his opponent a total of seven times before the assaulting teen felt the satisfying crack of his punching bag’s ribs. As the now verily defeated leader of this band of thugs slumped forward onto Kirien’s shoulder, gasping for breath, Kirien seized him by the front of his uniform and pulled his face to within a few inches of his own. The victorious Kirien spoke his words calmly, ”Now, while those busted ribs of yours are healin’ up. Every time you take a breath and feel the pain there I want you to remember two things… The first is that when you bully those weaker than yourself, you expose a even greater weakness within your own soul.” This was one of the first lessons taught to Kirien by Master Rishu. A lesson that, once understood, turned a much younger Kirien away from a darker path he had been walking. He felt he owed his master at least this much, to share the wisdom that had changed the young man’s life. The second thing he was to tell this person that he had beaten caused the slightly cocky smirk to return to Kirien’s face. Finally he would get the chance to introduce himself to someone and actually look cool doing it! ”The second thing I want you to remember is the name of the guy who busted those ribs in the first place. Kirien… Kirien Kiryu.” With that, Kirien slammed his fist into the other boy’s midsection one last time, this shot pushing the kid past his pain threshold and knocking him unconscious. Kirien dragged his opponent by the front of his uniform and deposited him at the feet of his fellow victorious comrades. ”Thanks for the backup, I couldn’t have done this without you guys.” Willing both his heightened senses back to their normal state and releasing the wind spirits that still protected him, Kirien swayed heavily on his feet as the sudden fatigue hit him hard. He broke into a cold sweat and took a moment to catch his breath before speaking again, ”So what happens now?” He asked, blinking innocently. |
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| katzkat1083 | Dec 15 2009, 09:21 AM Post #19 |
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It's not as fun as you might think...
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The dust that had kicked up, settled. The figure of their comrade emerged victorious, dragging along the bastard that had started the whole thing. There was no expression on his face, he was out cold. The whole troop took their time to catch a well deserved breath at the same time Kirien did. Venser chuckled under his breath. ”Thanks for the backup, I couldn’t have done this without you guys.” Patricia gave them all her cold shoulder, not really used to such pleasantries as saying thanks or even working in a team for a start, and walked forward to gather back her stuff. The giant fist, along with the rest of her creation, had taken too much of a toll right after completing its curvy path and dismantled on her whim. Sheoudl she had kept it any longer than that, she was sure to have fainted... and god knew she didn't want to. Never mind the badies, they could go die for all she cared. The real worry there was Venser, she knew the techie too damn well. She walked back to the middle of the havoc and started to gather her pages and cards back. It was easy to call them back. With her every step, the scattered paper in her range of influence would simply heed her call and move on its own towards her and gather under her clothes as layers that would turn in chance as thing as half a hair. That was how she could muster to hide so much and not even notice it. Venser knelt by Regi's side. The boy was still in the partially mummified version of himself but at the very least he was awake. He nodded a silent thanks to what Venser added nothing. What else was there to say? You save a life cause it is the right thing to do, right? Or on the other hand, know you really don't need an excuse to save one. Satisfied with the outcome, he helped the shorter boy to his feet and gathered him under his shoulder. ”So what happens now?” Both of them turned to the fighter and then eyed the leader of the sibling gang. Probably it would be good to ask some questions to the right people. It was such a shame the guy was not around. Disappointment showed up on the techie's face but he opted to look elsewhere trying to hide it from the one responsible for that. Once he made sure his true feelings were no longer on his face, he turned back to Kirien and cleared his throat. Venser: "We should interrogate that guy. We need the reason behind they want Regi dead... and it'd be bad if he somehow manages..." His eyes casually fell on the spot where the dude had been clinging from. Kirien's fist now clasped air. The guy was gone. It had happened in the matter of a second, while he had not been watching. Patricia: "GUYS!" The blond returned to the group in a hurry. Her eyes wide open still in disbelieve of what she had seen. It took her a second to gather her breath back. Patricia: "You won't believe it! The fat'tarts they are..." Venser: "Gone, right?" Their little party leader interjected, already knowing the answer. Patricia: "Yes... but how...?" Venser: "Well, that solves how they got the right door and we got the wrong one. They have some kind of capability to blink around the campus at their whim. It probably takes them some time to come up with such a thing, reason why they use it to set up ambushes. Pretty effective tactics." Patricia: "But my DB didn't mention any of them having such an ability." Venser: "Do they seem the kind to work alone to you? These are lackeys to someone higher up on their food chain. maybe we got lucky this time... They could have brought... friends." The boy and the rest of the party went silent for a few seconds. There was a lot to think about the matter. Venser on his side, was doing some maths. As the results came to his mind, he turned to his group and added in a serious tone. Venser: "We need to scramble. I already added my contacts to your phone, Kirien. So have i done with yours, Regi's and Patricia's. Sorry for the intrusion guys, but if I do it its much faster." Patricia: "Why mine? It's not like I..." Venser: "We'll probably be targeted once more, maybe seen as a threat to whoever wants Regi out. That's why we better keep in contact with everyone else." Patricia: "Yeah, maybe but..." She turned her eyes on the fighter and then to the mummified boy. Patricia: "I'm not gonna answer your calls or messages so don't bother with me. Is that clear?" The mummy nodded despite how much it ached to do so. Better to abide by her terms rather than have the girl squash him like she had done to the bullies. Venser: "Anyways, let's be on our ways. This is not the last we hear from them..." |
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| Krazycloud | Dec 15 2009, 06:33 PM Post #20 |
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Kirien...He's not as dumb as he looks...really...
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“Aww What the fu-..!?” Kirien was none to pleased to have his trophy evaporate from his sight. His stupor and mini rage was quickly replaced by wonder at hearing the information in his phone had been altered. He withdrew his phone from within a pocket in his uniform and blinked at it as Patricia gave specific orders not to contact her. “Uh… Okay.” Now that the battle was over, Kirien’s natural uneasiness around girls was back in force and he was thankful that Patricia wished for no contact from him, he wouldn’t know what to say anyway. Shouldering his book bag once more, the grey eyed boy gave a heartfelt smile to his companions, ”It was nice meeting you guys. Sorry it couldn’t have been on more friendly terms… Feel free to text me or somethin’ if ya ever wanna hang out. I’m pretty new here so I don’t really have any friends yet.” He turned his attention specifically to Reginaldo and bowed deeply, ”Forgive me for not making it to you soon enough to keep this from happening to you. I’ll buy ya lunch or something to make up for it, so lemme know when you’re all fixed up.” With that he felt that everything that needed to be said was said, and he waved a farewell and headed out in to hallways again. He was wandering for quite some time, reflecting upon the entire encounter when it occurred to him that he was even more lost that he was before it all happened. And worse, he had at some point dropped the slip of paper that told him where his class was… ”Oh…Damnit…” |
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