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| פּRoy | Apr 25 2018, 06:44 PM Post #21 |
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Roy did not respond to Dorn's words but he did follow her lead. It was true, he was spent. He was exhausted and hardly able to get himself off the ground. Ordinarily in the prescence of this fearsome woman he might be a bit concerned about that. But things were different, the game changed. If a game it was at all anymore. He imagined she wouldn't kill him in his sleep. He couldn't be sure of course, but he would take his chances. Whatever happened, happened. Roy felt Dorn's soft hands urging him to sit on the bed, and he did so. She took his blood stained shirt, his jacket and his belt. He imagined she was toying with him a little, but that was alright. He might have made a sly comment or some kind of joke about it, but he was too tired for that. Those same soft hands now convinced him to recline on the bed, and he did so willingly. Closing his eyes as she tended to his wounds. It was at this moment, Roy started thinking clearly again. He still felt the thrum of unexplored power coursing through him, and that was intoxicating by itself. But he was more of less himself. Roy had unlocked his nen. For better or worse, he had it. Within moments of gaining this new power, he had already abused it. No one had died, and they'd all be fine for the most part. But that was true, that was a fact. He would have to live with it, as he lived with his many other mistakes. Soon those moments would drift down into that black pit where he banished most of the memories that he couldn't bear to hold on to, a dark dusty, booze filled hole. But not before his conscience pricked at him constantly for the next month. For a moment he wondered if he should even give Dorn the time of day or not. He'd done well, or at least, made some steps in the right direction, on his journey to become a good person. And for that moment he wondered if he'd throw it all away for her. But that soon passed. It was just a thought, but it held no weight. Looking inwards at himself, he knew that he wouldn't. And yet, the more troubling realization, was that he also wouldn't giving up on Dorn- whatever that meant. Perpahs he could invite her to travel down that rocky path of righteousness with him? Probably not right now. Probably not for a while. Maybe never. If she truly wouldn't be redeemed then Roy knew he was in for a world of hurt. It would be smarter just to be done with the problem and worry about himself. But for all his intelligence, he couldn't bring himself to consider that idea seriously. Dorn having finished tending to his face returned to the bed, he felt her draw close him, and Roy turned on his side to embrace this bad idea with both arms before he fell asleep. |
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| פֿGon.Pro.Hunter | May 2 2018, 02:13 PM Post #22 |
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Nothing quite like that first cigarette in the morning. Dorn enjoyed it so much she considered having a second smoke. Fuck it. Lighting up, she let her thoughts return to Roy. What was her motivation exactly? She hated teaching. Of course, this wasn’t a high school home economics class or anything. This was nen artistry with a man she wasn’t exactly sure about. The only other time she’d bothered with a newly aware person was with Death Mask Boy, and that hadn’t gone well. At least Dorn had something in mind for that guy, but with Roy…what was she gaining? Nothing. In fact, she was risking some shit. What that shit was exactly she didn’t know, but Dorn didn’t like how it made her feel. ‘But ..he’s “good”, ultimately..’ she mused. ‘Roy is pure at his core. A non-threat. I’m in the mood to see what’s he’s capable of.' ‘And warn him of potential troubles~’ her alternative mental voice piped up, she hadn’t heard from that area in a very long time it seemed. ‘Remember all the stuff you went through when you were learning? You can make things easier for Roy if you give him tips and such.’ Dorn frowned and put out her cigarette. ‘Shut up, cute self. I thought I killed you.’ Rising from her seat, Dorn gathered up her hair and twisted it into a messy bun and stood over Roy. He was still on the bed but with noticeable changes; she had removed his pants and chained his wrists and ankles down excessively. It had been a huge pain in the ass getting up after he fell asleep and hoofing it around town for stupid fucking chains not to mention arranging them in the dead of night without waking him. But the result was worth it. He was dreadfully sexy like that, all tied down and in his underware. “Good morning.” She whispered into his ear. “Lesson two. If you can see my approach, you will be rewarded.” She slid a thick black ribbon over his chest and let it drag over his eyes before tying it there as a blindfold. “If you don’t, mmmmm. Well? You’ll find out.” With that, she stepped away from him and withdrew into Zetsu. Edited by Gon.Pro.Hunter, May 2 2018, 02:15 PM.
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| פּRoy | May 4 2018, 03:02 AM Post #23 |
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Roy awoke to Dorn whispering in his ear, still groggy he only opened one eye to peer at her. His pants were gone, and she was over him. Not quite what he had expected to wake up to. But as she drug the black cloth over his chest Roy glanced down at it, and noticed that his feet were chained up. Trying to move Roy pulled his hands forward to get up, the chains clanking as he tugged against the headboard. She had tied up his hands as well, fuck. Lesson two. If you can see my approach, you will be rewarded.” The blindfold went over his expressionless face without any resistance. As she tied it around his head Roy let out a yawn. He arched his back upwards to stretch out what muscles he could, and heard her speak her second line. “If you don’t, mmmmm. Well? You’ll find out.” She pulled away from him and Roy craned his neck back and forth until it wasn't so stiff. Moving his hands and feet in circles to get their blood flowing. He breathed deeply a few times, and then layed his head back down on the pillow. His face was a little sore, but he imagined that that would fade as the day went on. As she withdrew into Zetsu Roy finally began to contemplate his situation. So do good, get a gift. Knowing Dorn that gift might just be "Not getting punished." But it might also be some weird shit, she did already have him in chains after all. The punishments well...Roy cracked a smile as he tried to imagine what kind of devious things she could be plotting for him. Knowing that whatever he had in mind probably didn't come close to what she had planned. A small laugh escaped from his lips as he set up his own plan. His body appeared relaxed, and his muscles loose. As they tended to get right before he fought. As soon as the laugh stopped he put his plan into action. "Marco." Roy called out naturally. Then while she was hopefully distracted by the stupidity of his statement, he unleashed the technique that was called Ren. The only sure fire tool in his arsenal at this point. A malicious aura flooding out over the room. Now he wasn't sure how Dorn would react to this, or if she even needed to at all. To the best of his understanding Ren could be defneded against with Ten. But if he managed to catch her off gaurd, or piss her off enough, then she might just switch to using her own Ren, or some other wide reaching techinque. He wasn't exactly sure how it all worked yet, and strangely enough this was actually a pretty effective lesson. As Roy's Ren shot out of him at a moments notice, he quickly did his best to switch that Ren, to En. Let's see here he thought to himself, Ren is advanced Ten. I can use Ten, and I can use Ren. En is Ren with Ten right? To give it a form and all that... Focusing Ten around his Aura, Roy was just barely able to create a field of En for himself. However as soon as he tried to do it, he realized that he would not be able to cover the entire area of his Ren, and so the area that his aura covered shrank, only a few feet from the bed in any direction, but he had hopefully formed En. He doubted that Dorn was so close, and that's why he hoped that she summoned up an excess amount of aura to meet his own. Since his En likely wouldn't reach her, he needed to try and extend her "presence" per say. After all that would be much easier than extending the field of what he could sense on his first try. If anything it might at least buy him a little time to get better at En. Of course, maybe she considered this cheating, and would be mad at him. But he doubted that, why play fair when you can play dirty? He'd always believed in that and could only imagine that Dorn loathed playing fair. Roy's hands tightened and the muscles in his chest flexed as he forced his aura to obey his will. Despite having a function or two down, he was surprised by just how much energy this took! He would be exhausted before too long, but there was nothing he could do about that. He'd just have to hope that he could snag more rewards than he did punishments until he got better at this. If his plan succeeded Roy would call out just where he thought Dorn was using the logic available to him. If she indeed used Ren to defend herself he would try and guage where she was by calculating some kind of center, and taking into account what he remembered of the room, its furnishings, and it's dimensions. |
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| פֿGon.Pro.Hunter | May 12 2018, 06:08 PM Post #24 |
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As she closed her presence off (in a very artistic fucking way if she did say so herself), Dorn noticed Roy’s little smile. ‘Hm. Why am I not surprised?’ She thought with a trace of disappointment. Roy always seemed two steps ahead of her. As far as she could tell, he had no idea that he would wake up like that. All naked and chained and vulnerable. It was supposed to make him uncomfortable dammit. Fine. He was a dirty boy, so what. Not a big deal. She had dealt with plenty of those and his little smile would vanish just like everyone else’s soon enough. “Marco.” Her brow twitched. Funny. Hilarious. A fucking comedian. The moment she detected Roy’s aura surge forth, Dorn opened herself into the tranquil, controlled state that often buffered her from hostile spiritual energy. She was unaware of the term “Ten”, but Dorn’s ability to practice it was more than sufficient. More important than her mighty aura’s dense protection, was the woman’s skill at quick observation and shifting. Not only did Dorn see Roy’s attack coming, but she had ample time to react. None of it mattered though. That shithead ruined her fucking game. Again. He undermined her at the casino, revealed absurd talent at the café, and now this. It was supposed to be cool and naughty and … SHE WAS SUPPOSED TO BE THE ONE IN CONTROL!!! Fucking… MARCO!?!?!? Roy’s attempt to switch his aura into yet another completely new form was interrupted by the back of Dorn’s hand. Even though her smack wasn’t very hard or painful, it still produced a satisfying sound in the smallish room. “Fuck. You.” Dorn seethed. She stood over the blindfolded, muscular man with her balled up fists and rage-breathing. “Fuck you, you.. you stupid asshole! You think you’re so fucking… amazing well FUCK YOU. I don’t need this shit!” She punched his chest a few times while yelling, only to hurt herself while doing so. After a particularly painful blow, (her fucking wrist made a sound!) Dorn opted to leave. “Fuck! I don’t have time for this bullshit. You think you’re so great Roy? Well go fuck yourself.” Slam. She’d forgotten her shoes, her bra, and her phone, but Dorn would die before going back to retrieve them. That smug bastard was probably cracking a smile at that very moment over humiliating her! Worse yet, she confirmed it. Since when did she get so fucking soft and stupid? Growling in fury, Dorn pushed the elevator button ten more times in order to get the doors to slide shut. If unhindered, she would stomp as far away from the hotel as possible without looking back. Edited by Gon.Pro.Hunter, May 12 2018, 06:30 PM.
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| פּRoy | May 12 2018, 10:13 PM Post #25 |
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Roy felt the slap before he sensed anything, his aura immediately receding. His attempt at En faling horrible, in fact he wasn't quite sure what he'd done...he thought he might have just shortened the range of his ren but what the fuck did he know? Clearly not alot. With the slap came a barrage of punches, which didn't do as much as he thought they would...he knew she wasn't the strongest but still. Maybe it was that thing called Ten which prevented him from suffering more damage. The slap hurt though, being completely unprotected from it. He sighed when he heard the door slam, and didn't know what to say to her words. He knew less about Dorn than he did about nen. But to be fair, he was kind of a dick sometimes. Ok almost always. Maybe he should work on that, being more accomodating of people and shit. But it was equally true that she had perhaps overreacted...but overreacted to what? He had failed at En horribly. Maybe it was just the fact that he tried to outwit or trick her? He had imagined that that was what she wanted. But he was very clearly wrong. Blindfolded naked and chained to the bed, Roy was in a bit of a pickle. He'd certainly have to suffer some pain to get out of this...Roy pushed his hand back as far as it could go, like he imagined he was chained to the bed frame behind him. Which meant that his hand could go all the way back. With another sigh he felt the wood behind him, and turned his hand at an angle, with the thumb facing towards it. He'd never had to do this before, but he had heard the guys back in his old gang talking about how to get out of handcuffs. With his new strength and speed this should be easy. Roy used Ren again, because he did not know how to use In, and he couldn't very well try doing this with his aura still protecting his hand. Roy felt beads of sweat collecting all around his body and he started to breath heavily. This shit was fucking exhausting... With as much power as he could generate Roy slammed his hand into the bed frame, a loud crack resounding throughout the room as Roy's scream of pain echoed throughout the building. He grit his teeth and did his best to fight through the pain as he wriggle his hand free of the cuff, with the bone broke his hand was able to fold over enough to just make it out of the cuff. "Fuckin bitch." Roy mumbled under his breath as he scoweled. It felt good to be free, but this fucking pain. Roy used his unbroken fingers to take the blindfold off his head and threw it away. Finally being able to see he looked around the room and noticed that Dorn had forgotten a few things in her fit of rage. His aura returned to normal and Roy's breathing evened out a little bit as he caught his breath. He had thought he was some kind of fucking genius, but in reality he could only use Ren and Ten. Probably because people had used Ren on him SO MANY TIMES before he even had aura. He'd have to work his ass off if he wanted to get as good as a beast like Dorn. What the fuck did she have to be jealous about? She chained him to the fucking bed, he couldn't even lay a fucking finger on her, and he didn't even pass her fucking test. She had gotten him with her Hatsu, chased him out of that damn fucking casino, and nearly beaten him to death with a chair. What he was being a sarcastic fucking fuck? She had wanted to get him to eat somebody! Who the hell does that! Who the fuck was she too complain and bitch about his response to her. If he was in the right fucking mind he'd have just run away from her at the first moment he saw her. To be honest he was fucking scared of her- completely terrified. He only acted cool or sarcastic to cover that up, most of the time that was. He had gotten comfortable around her, just a little bit, when she had him tied up. She had all the power in the world over him and she'd decided not to kill him. So he was able to relax a bit knowing that that probably wasn't her goal. Shaking his head of these thoughts he looked over at his other hand. He had to get that free and he didn't feel like breaking another fucking thumb. Maybe...yeah he could try that. Roy knew that his aura would protect him from this a bit, and he didn't know how to focus it into his hand yet, but ten should be good enough. Twisting his body as much as he could Roy shouted at the top of his lungs as he started to bang his fist against the wood. With the combination of his aura, and his callouses, he'd avoid breaking his knuckles. But every strike drew another painful scream from his as he pushed against the broken fucking bone on his hand. After ten strikes he finally managed to smash the wood that was keeping his hand pinned down. He ripped the smashed wood apart with his good hand, tugging at the chaing until it snapped off. He was still cuffed though, and attached to a lump of wood, but his hand was free. Roy picked up one of the splintered shards of wood with his free hand and wet the tip with his tongue, pushing the fibers together so that they could fit into the hole of the chains that were on his feet. He shoved the piece in there and started to wiggle it around, what did they say? This way...then that... the piece of wood snapped and Roy cursed loudly. He was never very good at picking locks. Roy scooted forward so that he could investigate how his legs had been chained up. They were attached to the bed once more. He could probably shatter it again, his good hand was mostly free so that might work out well. Roy breathed in deeply and started to hammer at the wound once more, since his thumb wasn't broken this came faster, and eventually there was only splinters around him. He hobbled off the bed and searched through Dorn's shit until he found the key that she left behind, well at least it was a key of some kind. He tried it on the locks and it seemed to work. He rubbed his hands and legs once they were finally free and got dressed as quickly as he could. The knuckles on his broken right hand were bleeding, and the wrist around his left was as well. He managed to get only a little blood on his clothes as he got dressed. Choosing to just stick to getting his pants and undershirt on. He wasn't used to being this underdressed, but it didn't matter. He put a couple of things in his pockets as he shakily made his way to the door. Opening it and running down the hall, wondering where Dorn had gone. Why the fuck was he even chasing her? If he had any sense he'd just take this as a blessing and get the fuck out of here. But it appeared his legs moved before his mind could tell them what to do. She must have gone down, if she wanted to get away from him she probably left the hotel. Roy made his downstairs through the elevator, and when he reached the bottom floor he asked the front desk for a first aid kit, they got it for him and he dressed his wounds. He got a lot of funny looks but the look that they got back from him caused them to keep their mouths shut. He stopped the door man to ask where Dorn had gone, her appearance being quite unique he indeed remembered her. Roy down that way as fast as he could, his legs were still pretty sore from the whole chain thing, and he was in a lot of pain. His whole right hand had been bandaged and he was still dripping blood. The wound around his left wrist was wrapped as well, and the blood was dripping out of it but it was stained red. He couldn't do anything about that or the blood on his shirt. After a couple of minutes of asking around and searching for Dorn he sighed and put a cigarette into his mouth. He couldn't fucking find her, and he had no idea where she went. He lit the smoke and puffed on it aggressively. He guessed that he didn't have any other choice but to keep looking. And so he made his way around yet another corner, and kept asking if anyone had seen a woman with white hair and white eyes. |
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| פֿGon.Pro.Hunter | May 27 2018, 11:49 AM Post #26 |
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“Stupid fucking asshole..” Dorn cried bitterly to herself, she didn’t care if the homeless woman stared. She was weeping and walking, a bit cold but mostly pissed. And humiliated. Images of his handsome blindfolded face kept flashing in her mind and Dorn hated it. He was so damn smug and talented and more clever than her!!! Shaking her head as if to clear it, she wiped at her eyes and walked faster. Past the police station, the tattoo parlor, the bakery. And then she saw him. Dorn nearly collided with him as a matter of fact. Roy. “WHAT ….THE FUCK!!!” She stepped away and glared at him in astonishment. “How did you…? Nevermind, I DON’T CARE! You and your …..fucking cigarette and your cleverness. I’m so done. Did you have a good laugh, Roy? Huh? A nice fucking chuckle at how stupid you made me look? To think I offered to teach you… GOD I’M SO ANGRY RIGHT NOW.” She noticed his wounded hand and decided not to care. So what if she left him chained? He could nen his way out for all she cared. Since he was a damn genius and all. “Why.. are you even here? Or is this just an incredibly AWKWARD COINCEDENCE?” Dorn was vulnerable and it filled her with pure rage. |
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| פּRoy | May 27 2018, 02:07 PM Post #27 |
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He barely noticed her until she started screaming. She hadn't calmed down at all it seemed. But then again he hadn't expected her too. Roy's guard had been dropped as he walked the streets, having given up finding her he was just attempting to leave at this point. This was indeed and incredibly awkward coincidence. He spoke when she was done, all defenses down, all games had ceased. There was nothing left but authenticity. His voice a melencholic monotone. "I apologize. I never meant to humilliate you. You've always scared me, and made me feel inferior. I've never known how to deal with that. I apologize for ruining your training as well. I would have liked to learn from you. But I can see that you hate me now. Or again, or whatever. I had thought for a moment that you might not. But I don't know why I did. I'm not a great person. There's nothing special about me. I'm not nearly as clever as you think. I can't hardly do anything with my nen. You are the superior user, and probably always will be. I'm not a natural or a genius. I mispoke earlier drunk off my own power." Roy pulled her pack of cigarette's out of his pocket, as well as a lighter and a room key. He hande them to her, if she did not take them he'd just set them on the ground. His face unwavering, though his eye's were downcast. He would start to walk past her the smoke from his cigarette merely drifting upwards as ash from it's tip struck the ground, he no longer inhaled it. "I'll stop bothering you now." Roy spoke as he passed her. Roy was not shocked by the fact that she didn't seem to be able to tolerate him as a person. Though strangely dissapointed. It took him a while to see why that was, but it was perhaps a very selfish thing anyhow. It was easy to want to be liked by popular people for vain reasons, but the other side of that coin was taking pride in being liked by the person who liked no one. For a split second Roy had thought he might hold a special place in the heart of that woman, nothing significant most likely. But something nonetheless. That momentary thought had made him feel special, and who doesn't like to feel special? But he wasn't special, and he'd just have to live with that. |
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| פֿGon.Pro.Hunter | May 27 2018, 04:31 PM Post #28 |
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"You forgot the bra." Dorn sharply cut him off while stepping in his path with her hand out to stop him. Edited by Gon.Pro.Hunter, May 31 2018, 08:32 PM.
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| פּRoy | Jun 1 2018, 03:42 AM Post #29 |
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Roy continued to walk forward failing to notice Dorn as he was caught up in his own wallowing. But after bumping into her and practically walking through her his eye's opened wide and the cigarette fell out of his mouth. His broken hand reached out with an open palm to catch it before it hit Dorn. The lit end of the cigarette struck a familiar spot, burning him for a second time in that same spot. The pain wasn't that intense, and the cigarette soon fell onto it's side. He had long grown a little numb in that hand anyways. He calmly picked up the cigarette with his left hand, and placed it back into his mouth, shaking the grey ashes off of his hand. He began to remember the first time that he burned himself there...it was with her. In that casino so long ago. He remembered wanting to learn from her, annd how terrifying she had been. He remembered something else too...he couldn't go through with it. Because he had started to think of her as more than a monster... Looking up at Dorn Roy was surprised by how easily he'd almost knocked her over. Was she...really that weak? Roy's thoughts caught up to the present soon, and he remembered her comment. "Oh, the bra. Yeah I forgot that I'm sorry...are you, were you trying to stop me?" Roy asked her curiously. Almost immediately regretting his decision to bring up an area in which she was not superior to him. |
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| פֿGon.Pro.Hunter | Jun 13 2018, 05:13 PM Post #30 |
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Dorn rubbed her shoulder. “The fuck…ow, Roy..YES I WAS FUCKING TRYING TO STOP YOU! RRR!” She punched his shoulder and saw that it did nothing, so she hit it again. Growling in pure piss-offed-ness, Dorn pummeled the man with all her might. OOC
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