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| Cyan the Red | Aug 31 2010, 02:25 PM Post #1 |
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"Perkele, perkele, perkele," Tap tap tap tap. "Perkele, perkele, perkele," Tap tap tap tap. "Perkele, perkele, perkele," This percussion solo on swear-words and angry shoes was cut short by a sudden outburst, "ARGH!" that scattered pigeons and made a young tailor half a mile away in Death City suddenly flinch for no explained reason. "PERKELE!" The source of this disruption was soon made apparent: it was the girl in the blue dress, taking out her anger on a nearby set of unused lockers with a hammer-fist. The only one still out in the hallways of Shibusen, she continued to lay the smackdown on the piece of harmless furniture until it fell over and threatened to crush her. Standing over the wreck, still steaming with anger like a tea-kettle reaching boil, she ineffectually kicked the metal before spinning around to glare down the hallways. "Why the hell is it so difficult to navigate around here?!" She demanded of the silence, hand returning to its regular form. Sure, she had had a map, but where was it now...? All she wanted to find was the registration offices. But the school seemed like a ghost-town, and there was a weird buzzing in her ears that made Kara more and more irritated by the second. Any more of this, and she would probably explode, or worse. Argh, it's not like I wanted to come here anyway, She thought petulantly, crossing her arms over her shoulders and kicking part of a door across the smooth hall floor. It was her sister that insisted she went, so Kara would stop hanging around the store and scaring off customers with her glowering stares and constant challenges to fight. Continuing to punt the piece of metal around, Kara stuck her hands in the pockets of her jacket, silently fuming. It's not like they can teach me stuff I don't already know. |
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| Sega | Aug 31 2010, 09:11 PM Post #2 |
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You never think you could get used to navigating a building the size of Shibusen. And as with all education facilities, you never expect to be there during your free hours. Both of these expectations (and shortly following, the silence) were shattered by the sound of a locker being 'finnished' off by Kara, and the hallways carried the noise around the corner to meet with another who was seeking out some staff offices to get things straightened out. Those things mostly amounted to why she was ending up with the same person on multiple missions in a row, which was extremely awkward, but her attention span told her that a metaphorical cat's life wasn't worth much, so she followed the noise with new-found curiosity. Foreigners... pain in the ass. Jenna rounded the corner, her outward appearance being that of a five-foot or so girl, carrying lengths of thick cabling wrapped around her forearms. Or at least, that was what it seemed to anyone who didn't see her from behind. She spied Kara not too far down the halls, and a slab of metal that was sliding across the somewhat overly-cleaned floor. Jenna stopped the metal with the sole of her boot and decided that it was worth finding out whether this person was a new student or not, which wasn't obvious due to the sheer amount of faceless bodies that meandered around the grounds on a daily basis. Then she spotted the source of the metal. The short hesitation that followed was an assessment of the damage caused to school property. Rather than doing the typical friendly routine, backing away slowly or anything else that might have been a good decision, Jenna spoke up without thinking. "That was a hell of a lot of a noise compared to what you managed to do", Jenna said slightly louder than she intended. |
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| Cyan the Red | Sep 1 2010, 01:21 PM Post #3 |
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[[hehe, 'finnished'. I see what you did there. x3 ]] Perturbed by the sudden lack of metal-on-linoleum noise, Kara followed the path of her once locker door and found her eyes traversing up the length of a small, strange-looking girl. Her exasperation reached a boil and she exhaled noisily, leaning her weight on one hip in a manner that could only be described as challenging. But almost everything Kara did was a challenge-- eye contact, the twitch of her lips, how she narrowed her eyes, even the way she kept her hands in her pocket. Her body language practically screamed 'Have at you then, you cowardly cur! I'll take on all four of you!' And thus she went through these motions: her black-blue eyes scrunched up, her lips thinned as she pushed her mouth up towards her nose and stuck her chin out, and she stuck her hip out. What could this kid do to her, anyway? Wait, what did she say? ... was she implying that she was all noise and no action? Who was this shrimp to say anything like that? The familiar anger, which had oh-so-briefly subsided with the surprise of finding a new person, reared up like a storm surge remounting its attack on the shore. Ignoring the fact that this was probably a student at Shibusen and could help her to get to where she was going, Kara's confident pout turned into a snarl. "Pfah, I wasn't even trying." She growled in her deep Scandinavian accent, folding her arms over her chest. "But you couldn't do better." |
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| Sega | Sep 1 2010, 05:30 PM Post #4 |
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"But you couldn't do better." Having one slip chalked up so so far and getting an irate tone as a return gesture, Jenna decided it would probably be best to tread lightly. It would be best, had she not had the subtlety of a sledgehammer at the worst possible times. Her own pride would not allow her to say that she couldn't do better, and likewise, common sense told her that claiming she could do better would be a hefty amount of gasoline to throw on the fire. Her day had been fruitless so far, so perhaps it was time to set something off. "Depends..." Jenna began, shortly pausing afterwards to take a more relaxed stance. She pulled out her arms from the cables wrapped around them; instead of falling limply like one would expect, the thick wires stayed solidly suspended by her side in their coiled position. Gritting her teeth, she pushed her arms back and chest forward to stretch, the bending of her spine creating a sort of dull metallic rending sound. She then brought one hand to rest on her hip, and the other up to her chin, leaning forward slightly as if resting on an invisible tabletop. "If by better you mean controlling myself and not causing unnecessary damage to things that don't belong to me...", Jenna continued with a slight hint of irony in that she couldn't stop herself doing that either on most occasions. "...or perhaps managing to hit a stationary target," Jenna nudged the former locker door, "with more kick than a five year old. You know, I just-- I don't quite know what you're getting at. You have to elaborate." Jenna took the hand that was on her hip and created a gun hand-sign, which she pointed at her own temple. Her last line was delivered with a thin smile that was stretched from cheek to cheek, one that showed just how quick she was to give up on keeping the peace and switch to stepping up to a challenge. "I'm blonde, you see." |
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| Cyan the Red | Sep 1 2010, 08:41 PM Post #5 |
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[[ne, it was a good pun. It does not require forgiving. I know not yet of your existence.]] If real people could emote like anime characters, throughout the entirety of the yellow-clad girl's mini speech 'veins' would sprout up like mushrooms after a storm all over Kara's trembling red head. Her teeth ground together audibly as her nails dug into the soft flesh of her palms, the tendons on her fists standing out with the sheer power of keeping them closed. This was undeniably a challenge. Someone was actually challenging her. She couldn't be mistaken, could she? This girl wouldn't so easily question her intelligence and physical prowess right out without wanting some sort of fight, would she? Even Americans weren't that brash or rude normally. "I don't know anything about the ability of blondes to comprehend information," Kara murmured, her English slightly deteriorating with the strange concept she was attempting to get across. Her voice had grown even more ferrous and cold, her eyes more steely. Her arms unfolded like yarn unraveling from a tight-knit sweater and hung down by her sides whilst she rolled her neck from side to side, vertebrae cracking. "My English is not so good. Allow me to show you in a better way." Spreading her fingers out, the stale air stirred around her fingertips as if sensing that some sort of law of Nature was about to be bent. Skin gave way to metal, wood and harder material and instead of her fleshy appendages Kara now had a huge hammer head and a spear's blade. She now favoured the side with the hammer's head, as it weighed far more than the elegant spear. She raised the spear-head to be in front of her face, parallel to her nose, bisecting her suddenly feral grin, and brought it down in a smooth fencer's salute. "Your opponent is me!" After that, she charged at her new 'target'. She was pretty fast, for a girl in high heels, and her first attack [a slash to the left] was well executed. Clearly this girl had had some sort of combat training. Edited by Cyan the Red, Sep 1 2010, 08:49 PM.
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| Sega | Sep 2 2010, 03:56 AM Post #6 |
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AC... DC! The unmistakable clang of metal on metal was a dead ringer that the attack had hit. Though what it had hit would be initially unclear, as Jenna had not moved an inch, yet she was somehow untouched. The metal door that was previously at her feet had jumped up to absorb the impact, not by psychic abilities or witchcraft, but a little bit of clever physics. For a brief moment, electricity had been passed through the two coiled wires turning both of the coils into powerful electromagnets. Now that Kara had done the job of closing the gap between them, Jenna figured she could dig in and teach the first lesson. Unfortunately she wasn't a teacher. Which meant that if she took the opportunity to strike back, she could land herself in a lot of trouble. Both fortunately and unfortunately, a familiar voice then echoed from far down the halls. ![]() "STEW-DENTS NOT FIGHT IN HALL-WAYZ." bellowed Alexander, the portly Russian teacher with little tolerance for malpractice and disregarding of rules. "Unlezz zoup-er-vised by a member of Z-TAFF." His approach was extremely quick for a man his size, hell, even for a man of normal size. Jenna expected Alexander to dole out the usual punishment, which involved him transforming his finger into a cane and giving each of their ears a swift clipping with his 'stick of discipline'. Alexander however, did not. He simply backed away to what he considered a safe range and gave his thick beard a stroke. "Continue, yez?" Jenna felt like she had been put in an awkward position. She no longer had the advantage of being able to immediately strike back while Kara had a lapse in posture, but also couldn't back down as she was no longer in violation of the rules. The wires by her side uncoiled by themselves and stretched out like long rubber tentacles, each one capped off with a yellow socket. She threw a right hook, her normal fist was far from connecting, but instead the two cords creeping around her right hand side mirrored the action and made a sweeping motion, covering the width of the hallways directly in front of her. The cables weren't limp or flimsy either, being struck by one was something akin to being whacked with a length of lead piping. Not to mention that she took being a mighty glacier to extreme levels, making any attack one you would want to dodge. Blocking would be out of the question. But normally, one would not assume this is the case, considering she was a short girl with rather skinny arms. Edited by Sega, Sep 2 2010, 03:56 AM.
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| Cyan the Red | Sep 2 2010, 04:13 PM Post #7 |
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What? Kara stared, perplexed, at the sudden metal barrier that was before her. Had she tripped? There didn't seem to be any other explanation as to why suddenly something that had been horizontal was now vertical and blocking her attack. Thinking back through the last few milliseconds, she figured that there hadn't been that sudden heart-jump one got when losing balance, her ability to stay upright was normally pretty good, and the walls were where they were before she attacked... So what the hell was this? The skinny chick couldn't have lifted it and used it as a shield, as it was a fairly hefty piece of metal. So she must have had some kind of outside force to help her. Was it something to do with those strange black coils? Guess I'll have to find out! Growling softly, she was about to attack again when a huge Russian man came barreling through the hallways like some huge, bearded juggernaut. Kara whirled around mid-attack to assess this new threat. They have bears here? The thought came unbidden to the forefront of the Finnish girl's mind, a bubble of silliness in the otherwise roiling lava of her psyche. Kara's surprise was written all across her face-- an normally unknown expression in her repertoire. Oh. No, he's human. Sort've. And a member of staff. And allowing them to fight in the hallways, if only under supervision. That made sense, she guessed. For the amount of smack-down Kara was sure she was going to dole out, this frail girl would need help in getting to the infirmary afterward. Okay, okay, so maybe this school wasn't all filled with old fools. She grinned widely, returning to her original prey, and- WHACK. -- hit a wall. Blinking the stars out of her eyes, Kara, reverting to automatic mode, surveyed the damage. No broken ribs or limbs, yet, just a little winded, lucky considering it felt like she had been hit by a truck. She figured it was mostly due to the surprise at actually getting hit, and so powerfully! It felt like one her mother would give [although when she was going easy on her]! And suddenly, this blonde girl became a far more interesting opponent. Despite the slight pain in her chest, a laugh boiled up in the Finnish girl's diaphragm and spilled out over her cracked lips. There was nothing like a good bit of pain to get one really feeling alive. She stood up with surprising amount of ease considering how recently she had just been hit and began the offensive again. She dashed towards Jenna, trying to get past the coil-defense. She feinted left with her spear head, only to wheel around and attack with the hammer head. Edited by Cyan the Red, Sep 3 2010, 12:25 AM.
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| Sega | Sep 3 2010, 07:26 PM Post #8 |
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It didn't matter who a new student was or how unique they thought they were. By simply being the best academy for weapons and meisters, yet located in one of the most remote locations on earth, Shibusen tended to attract the same kinds of people. Wildly different kinds, but groupable kinds. For example, a lot of students were meisters who were born into a family of weapons or vice versa. Then there was the student who simply wanted to become stronger no matter what it took, and judging from what had took place so far, Jenna could place Kara in that category. And once you figure out someone's personality, you can make pretty good guesses as to what they will do. The berserker: fast, strong, reckless. At least, that's what Jenna thought. Turns out she was wrong, not completely, but wrong enough to fall for a simple feint. As Kara faked to one direction, Jenna got ready to block. She then saw the sudden alteration of the attack coming, but lacked the agility to change her attempted defensive position. As such, she received a blunt impact to the side of her head courtesy of Kara's hammer-hand. The extra weight and support provided by her numerous metallic enhancements prevented Jenna from being completely downed by the hit, but she still went stumbling back a good distance with a mild megrim. The pad on the left-hand side of her headphones suffered the most damage, breaking off from accessory and subsequently, her headgear fell to the floor in two pieces. Owww.. shiii..fuu.. I hate people with more than one strong arm. Alexander nodded silently in approval at the existing skill that the new girl was displaying, and the way in which she took pain in her stride. There were surely many things to teach, but it was easier when the kid had a head start. "Cheap. Real.." Jenna spat out a few words, seemingly out of breath, which was strange considering she had been hit in the head and not the midsection. An odd smell was beginning to drift from her, a sort of rubbery burning smell. Holding the now uncoiled wires in front of her, electrical arcs began to form between the sockets that capped each wire. After an uneven flickering manifestation, Jenna had herself a sort of electrical shield arcing from cord-to-cord, harmless at a distance yet extremely dangerous close up. "You want tough melee? Try this, lightning-rod." Jenna was beginning to sweat, keeping up an electrical field was extremely difficult with her unstable soul wavelength, but now was as good a time as any to try. Her attack rush was not as swift or well executed as Kara's by a long shot, but more like a lumbering jog. She would attempt to make contact with the discharge sockets, or at the very least, give Kara a lick of some high voltage. |
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| Cyan the Red | Sep 4 2010, 02:55 AM Post #9 |
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Kara felt a rush of satisfaction when she felt the hard surface of her hammer-fist smack into something akin to flesh. It was an animalistic feeling indeed, and something that if she was slightly more socially-adept she would feel sorry about. But as it was, the tiny little viking in her head yelled out in triumph and hi-fived the cold, calculating war-veteran who originally suggested the feint [the extent of Kara's combat strategy, but it worked a surprising amount of time. How many opponents had underestimated her intelligence?] as her arm completed its full arc, propelled by the unignorable momentum created by her heavy weapon. Attempting to correct this, she spun away from her opponent as she recovered, holding her arm strong so as to counteract her momentum. Whoa whoa whoa! Regularly her balance wasn't this off, but she pegged it down to that gods-all-damned stupid buzzing noise, whatever the Hel it was. Finally finishing her strange pirouette, she corrected herself, eyes spinning slightly. Shaking her head like a dog clearing water from its ears, she caught the last words of her opponent only slightly, and so the sudden electric-powered rush caught her, once again, by surprise. Oh good gods! If Kara felt anything close to fear, this would have been the name of the strange emotion that flitted across her chest, tightening her heart strings and tightening her shoulder muscles like a kid in control of backstage in a theatre, running around and pulling all ropes he could find. Her eyes widened, if only briefly, before she got ahold of herself. ... I knew those wires weren't just for show. So this means I won't be able to use my weapons anywhere near those if I don't want to end up like some sort of super-conductor. I don't think my shoes are made of rubber... She sighed, and her hands were once hands again. Looks like I'll have to do this old-school! But now was not the time for strategics. Now was the time to avoid those angry electrical charges, a slightly more pertinent danger. Instead of running away, she ran towards the danger and used the newly-washed floor to slide and duck underneath the cords, trying to ignore the huge amount of voltage just passing over her head and lightly singeing her hair. Patting her hair down with a worried hand, she realised she was now behind her opponent. Time to launch a second attack! Throwing caution to the wind, she leaped to land on the girl's back, hoping this was some kind of blind spot for the electrician. Maybe it would throw off her concentration or, more hopefully, her balance. Edited by Cyan the Red, Sep 4 2010, 03:44 PM.
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| Sega | Sep 4 2010, 11:21 PM Post #10 |
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Both the effort required to create the ‘shield’, and the flickering of the arcs in front of her eyes was enough to obscure Jenna’s vision and her perception of whether Kara was there or not. So even as her opponent slid through a safe spot, narrowly avoiding connecting the positive sockets and the ground, Jenna didn’t notice. She assumed that Kara was simply backing up down the hall, and so kept moving forwards. That was until she felt something land on her back, which gave the intended result -- she lost her balance, and overshooting with her attempt to correct it, went falling backwards. The electricity dissipated and Jenna was somewhat disorientated. ... the hell did she.. Putting two and two together, she figured that if the opponent was no longer in front and something had pulled her back, and she had then fallen backwards.. that would surely mean that Jenna had fallen backwards on top of Kara. Or at least, that's what she thought. Following that logic, Jenna spread her appendages out and began to lift herself a good height off the floor, only to let herself fall back down again. She repeated this a few times, under the impression that she could use her rock solid spine and body weight (which like her strength was higher than expected) to deal some damage. Following the series of reverse body-slams, Jenna rocked herself forward and stumbled to her feet. Her head hurt, her back hurt and everything felt like it was a hundred degrees more hot than it should be. That whole electric barrier thing was in truth, an experiment, and one that had backfired heavily. Though it felt like failure was dangerously close to her grasp, at least this ordeal would have been a little learning experience. She half-heartedly turned to face her opponent once more, in no shape or position to dodge anything else that would be coming. Truth be told yet again, this would be the first mano-a-mano conflict that Jenna had engaged in. Salt in the wound, that she was the one who incited it and was now flagging.
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