It is here, in the Main Facilities, that you will find the Portal Room, Main Offices, Baiter Rebirth Center, Containment, and Core Development. These Main Facilities take up a large portion of the central city, and it is where a vast majority of the workforce on Gondora is employed. Any business at all that there is to be had with B.A.I.T.R can likely be conducted within these premises.
Posted: Thu Oct 15, 2015 9:51 am
Acel combed through his hair with his hands--his fingers sliding through the tangled mass and catching here and there on the knots. In the span of twenty four hours, he had lost the two most precious people in the world to him, and also his own life. He had regained his life, and he had become a baiter. Even now he could feel the strange sensation building in his body. The odd feeling when he placed his hand to his chest and felt metal instead of flesh. The aperture opening on his chest was something he wasn't sure he could get used to. The idea that he could use his mind to think about opening a hole in his chest to view his own heart was something he just couldn't get over. What kind of crazy world were they living in? The city had been all hustle and bustle, and this, too, was something Acel had been completely unused to. The amount of people in Paris was staggering. The city seemed to sprawl out for an eternity. He had always stayed in Bergerac, and as such he had never seen such things as these metropolises. He had heard there used to be cities like this all across the world. That you couldn't drive for thirty minutes without coming across another one just like it. Now there was only one of them on each continent. The power of these A.I. Cores was frightening to say the very least. It was almost shocking that the B.A.I.T.R organization had been unable to reclaim any of the lands they had lost. That they hadn't been able to set up different outposts, and retake the world in the hundreds of years that they had been fighting. Why? Why were they losing so badly to these cores, if they had the ability to manipulate them the way they could. Did they merely lack soldiers? The thought of it almost frightened him. He was a soldier now...how did such a thing ever happen? He wanted to go back to yesterday. To smiling with his wife. To holding his little girl in his arms. He felt his chin quiver as he walked down the street, and soon the hot tears began to warm his cheeks. He would never hear her voice again. Never hear the beautiful word: "Daddy!" Yelled out to him from across the field. Acel hadn't had time to properly grieve for his loss, nor had he had time for it to truly hit him. As he walked down the streets of Paris, he felt for the first time what it was to have lost his family. He saw a mother pick up her son and how the boy grabbed her around the neck and held on, laughing and smiling, and the tears only came pouring out harder. He wiped his nose on his ragged sleeve and he walked back up the stairs to the baiter base. He had to get to B.A.I.T.R Headquarters and find out what he would do from here.
As he walked into the building, the people all around him seemed to move without even giving him a second glance. Did they just think that he belonged there, somehow, or did they just somehow know when someone was a baiter? He was starting to get weirded out by it before someone gruffly grabbed his arm and quirked a brow as they looked him over. "Who are you, and what are you doing this far into the base? Had nobody even tried to stop you?" Acel looked the man over and apathetically shrugged his shoulders. The man scrutinized him a little more, but recognized the fact that he was clearly in a state of shock. Something the man had seen before. He had an X shaped scar across his face, and carried a spear and shield--his robes almost priest-like in a way. "No. I was beginning to wonder, myself, what the security in a building as high profile as this was doing, but at the very least someone seems to care. I just passed my test. I am a new baiter, and I am headed to headquarters to get some training and some equipment. I have never learned how to fight...so I am lost in what to do when it comes to actually combating these...things...""Come again? You passed the H.A.L.F procedure, and you have never learned how to fight? How did you survive against the A.I.?" Acel shrugged his shoulders. "Luck, I guess. But in any case, can I go, now?" The man nodded and let go of Acel's shoulder, allowing him to leave, though he still looked at the man with a strange gaze. Acel felt as though the man was trying to figure something out, but he couldn't put his finger on exactly what it was. He merely shrugged the feeling off and continued on his way, following signs for the "Portal Room". It was something his parents had always told him about, but he had never actually seen, himself. Something that could break a human body down to molecules and then reassemble them in an instant wherever another receptor was. It was an insane concept, but it was a stable, reliable technology. No matter how he thought about it though, the fact that the man was so surprised by his survival of the test was still bugging him. Why was it such a big deal? He knew the survival rate wasn't exactly fantastic, but the battle hadn't been all that hard. He wondered if there was something more to it...if he had done something and not even realized that it was the right thing to do? Maybe he just had mental fortitude? He definitely had a reason to survive...a will for vengeance. He ground his teeth together, and felt his heart stir for a moment, as if the Code Core was reacting to his thoughts of hatred, and he wondered if the A.I. inside of his heart could actually hear his thoughts, or feel what he felt.
"Hey, Kid!" Acel quirked a brow as he looked over his shoulder to see the man with the spear and shield running up to him again. Acel sighed as he turned on his heel and looked at the man. "Listen, sir, I don't know what your fascination with me is, but I am not in the mood for it right now. I just want to be alone." The man sighed as he looked at him and shook his head. "It's understandable. I get it. You've lost a lot, and you want to be alone to feel that grief. I know who you are, and I know your parents. They have been very good subordinates for a long time. But you're not going to survive out there without any sort of combat capability. I wasn't sure who you were at first, but it clicked after I thought about it, and saw the ragged a** farmer's clothes. You might not want to believe it, but you need help to survive out here. You need training, and you need equipment. Just like you said. But you can't just go off with the lone wolf attitude and do it all yourself because you don't want to make the effort to connect with anyone because of what happened. We've all lost something." Acel stopped in his tracks, and his fists clenched tightly as he turned on the man with a vicious snarl. Hatred seethed off of him like flames, and he wanted to strike the man in front of him, but he knew his place. This man was obviously important...he said that his parents had been his subordinates. That made him a high ranking officer, and he didn't exactly want to be made an example of. He just wanted to be alone. "Like I said...I understand all of that. Trust me. But, when you are ready to learn. When you are ready to prepare yourself for what is to come...I hope that you will take me up on my offer.""What offer?" The man smirked as he slipped Acel a card. "The offer to turn you into one of the best god damn soldiers this world has ever seen." The man said with a wicked--almost scary grin.
The man turned on his heel and he began to walk away, sauntering down the hallway back the way he had come. Though, halfway down the hall he stopped and called over his shoulder, "When you get to Headquarters, go to a place in the city called "Gilliano's Garments" and "Alloy Armaments". You'll find everything you need there. Tell them that 'Orion' sent you." Acel held the card in his hand and he watched the man continue down the hall before he heaved a sigh and pocketed the thing, cursing under his breath. Who the ******** did this guy think he was? He didn't need his help...he didn't need anyone's help. He was going to do this on his own, and he would be fine. He would be absolutely fine. It took him a couple of minutes to make it to the portal room, but when he got there, his jaw dropped. He couldn't have imagined something like it in his wildest dreams. The technology that existed in this place was something that was lost upon him. The lights and controls all baffled him so badly that he didn't know what to do with himself. "Hey there! Where're you headed?" A spry young man asked as Acel walked into the control area of the Portal Room. "Headquarters." He responded in a dry tone. "Ahh. The strong, silent type, gotcha. So, how long you been a baiter? Fought any cool cores yet? Mastered a few of your own? Seen any sort of carnage or chaos?"What the hell was with people? Was everyone in the city obnoxious and rude?" A young woman punched the man in the arm as Acel walked away from him, going to the exit that lead into the actual teleportation chamber. "What did I say?" The girl just gave him the evil eye as Acel walked into the portal room and waited for them to work their magic. As the entire room began to buzz, Acel's hair stood up on end, and his skin began to prickle. After a few seconds it was as if his entire body was on fire, and it felt like the pain would never end. What was this?? "Bye bye, Dorothy."Who the hell is Dorothy? was the last thing that he thought before everything went black and the pain finally stopped. It took only a few moments, but his vision slowly returned to him and he was standing in a very similar room, but his head was spinning something fierce. He doubled over and lost everything that was in his stomach, throwing up on the floor and gasping for breath. "Must be a first timer." A female voice spoke up as the doors into the control room opened and a woman stepped out, grabbing Acel by the arm and guiding him out of the chamber. "Don't worry, sir, it happens to most of us on the first time or two." Acel nodded, his head swimming, and he sat down in the room, holding the sides of his head. "Probably best that you wait a little bit to regain your composure before continuing on, eh?" Another nod. Yea...just maybe.
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Posted: Mon Oct 19, 2015 8:43 am
It had taken Acel some time to get over the initial shock of the Portal Room's molecular deconstruction--his body feeling woozy and off kilter. He didn't like the strange buzz that its head was left with, and he wanted nothing more than for it to pass. As he sat there in the room the control officers hammered away at their computers, setting coordinates for baiters as they came and went from their missions. As far as Acel had overheard, it was not just the cities that they transported people to and from. There were main areas littered around the world that they also transported people to, however, these main areas were in the wilds, and they were most certainly not safe--as it was within the cities or the Headquarters. He saw many Baiters leaving the headquarters through the portal room, but he also saw some coming through, and there were multiple people who looked worse for wear, coming with blood--their own or their ally's--soaking their clothing. All in all, Acel probably sat in the portal control room for an hour before he felt ready to actually get back up on his feet and move. He was conditioned for farming, not travelling across the earth at warp speeds with his body in a billion different pieces. He shook his head, unable to comprehend the feats that man had been able to accomplish over the last century or two. He waved goodbye to the workers in the control room and they all smiled and waved back, though some of them he caught snickering at him. Obviously his worn out farmers clothing and his sick expression was laughable here. They were probably wondering just how he had managed to become a baiter in the first place. Out of absolute necessity. He thought to himself as he moved out of the main Portal room and into the halls of the central tower of the B.A.I.T.R Organization. As he walked out, he went in circles in the building for what seemed like an eternity, before he was approached by a woman who had seen him walking around and around. "You're new here, aren't you?" Acel sighed inwardly at the woman approaching him. As much as he needed the guidance to get out of this place, he wanted people to stop coming up to him and talking to him. He wanted his space, and it was driving him mad that he was so helpless to attain that. He knew that he could not very well accomplish what he needed to accomplish at this time, alone, but it was what he wanted. "Yes. I am." He stated with a distance that would tell the woman he was uninterested in conversation. "I was just hoping that you might be able to tell me how to get out of here? That's all I need." She smiled ever so slightly and nodded to him. She could see the pain etched on his face as he spoke, and the heaviness he seemed to carry with him. The man had lost something. And he had lost it very recently. "Of course. That's not an issue at all. If you'll follow me, I can help you to the exit, at the very least." Acel nodded to the woman wordlessly. She smiled at him as she began to walk, looking coyly over her shoulder at him as they went, and the man shifted uncomfortably as they walked, not liking the looks that she continuously shot his way. "So, now that you are a Baiter, I am sure you are going to be around here more often, no? It seems that you have come from a difficult life, regarding the worn out clothing you wear. You come across as more of a land-worker than a soldier." She said, smiling the whole time, and he just continued walking behind her. His silence, however, seemed not to irritate her at all. She tried making a few more passes at Acel, but as they approached the doors out of the building, she stopped, grabbed his arm and turned him toward her. "You know you make it very difficult for a woman to talk to you, right?" She stated with a small giggle and he ripped his hand from her and he narrowed his eyes. "Yes. I do. There is reason for it. I apologize for my rudeness...but I have little interest in what you are offering. I...am in mourning for someone I loved dearly." He stated, holding up his hand to reveal a worn wedding band, and the woman's eyes widened as she put her hand over her mouth. "I...I am so sorry. I should have been more aware. Well, call me the fool, but I couldn't quite help it. You--the lost, vulnerable man...there was an allure to it." She said with a small laugh, though not because she was making fun, but only to make herself feel a little less awkward about her mistake.
Acel felt almost bad for the woman after having stunted her hopes like that, but he was not interested in any sort of female companionship...not now. Not after Jasmine had been taken from him only a couple of days before-hand. He had been out of it during the surgery for so long that time felt like it had been shuffled around on him and meant nothing. "Listen...I am sorry for being so rude. I don't mean to be...I mean...I have never been the type of person to be...I just..." The woman nodded to him and breathed a sigh. "You're a good man. And your wife was a lucky woman. I am sorry for your loss, truly. Is there anything else I might be able to help you with, recruit?" This time the intrigue in her voice was gone, and her eyes no longer scoured his body. She was merely talking to him as a fellow baiter, trying to help him out, and the small smile on his lips showed her that he appreciated it. "Maybe you can. I am looking for "Gilliano's Garments", as well as "Alloy Armaments". Two stores that I was told I could find some equipment at.""Ahhh. So Orion has already been in contact with you, has he? Seems he still has a soft spot for the newbies. If he has sent you there with his blessing, they are going to take care of you, and they will suit you with everything you might need. You should feel lucky, recruit.""Acel. The name is Acel." She smiled at him, a sweet smile, though harmless. "A beautiful name to be sure. If you leave this building and head straight down the street, you will need to follow it for quite some time. A couple of kilometers at the least, and when the buildings change from business towers to shops--trust me, you will know the difference--you will need to take a right on "Jarvas Street". Those two stores are side-by-side not far from the intersection." Acel nodded and held his hand out to the woman, and as she grabbed it firmly, he let out a sad ghost of a smile. "Thank you very much...""Aleera." She said with a smile, and Acel nodded to her, accepting the name and turning on his heel as he walked from the building and headed down the street--careful to follow the woman's directions. Gilliano's and Allow Armaments. It would seem that he was about to find everything he would need to prepare himself for the battles ahead...though he would still need to figure out how to actually use the equipment he acquired. Even so, regardless of his training, the first step was surely the market district, and the stores there. All that was left was to get there and find the shops.
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Back in Paris headquarters, the doctor that oversaw Corrinne’s operation found her a room to rest in while she waited for her uncle to arrive. Even though her body felt fine, her mind was emotionally drained from the battle with the AI Core. Lying on the available bed, she breathed in deeply, it smelled like medical offices. And the sheets were also typical of a medical facility, cold and standardized. But soon she began to drift into darkness again except this time it staid dark and warm. She felt as if she was floating for a spell until the sound of her uncle’s voice awoke her. “Corrinne,” Her uncle nudged her arm and Corrinne’s eyes shot open. The abruptness of it made her uncle move backwards, he seemed afraid of her. “Uncle,” Corrinne stated and leaned up on her elbows, “You heard?” Her strength had returned as she stared straight into her uncle’s eyes, again he wanted to avoid her eyes, she couldn’t understand why. Had the HALF process done something to her face without her knowledge?
The two talked for a time about her plans to leave to headquarters. Her uncle agreed with the plan and urged her to take action quickly. She didn’t know if he wanted this to protect her or simply to get away from her. Soon she realized, the only thing that frightened him more than her, was her staff. Every time she motioned to it to tell him about her victory he backed away, apparently the idea of an AI being inside of it disturbed him. Which made sense, being that his sister had been killed by one of them. But Corrinne couldn’t see why this should bother him and not her, maybe because she felt she had control over it. And she knew, that in the future, it would help her in future battles. Guarding the staff defensively, every time her uncle made an odd movement towards it, she pulled it away. This was her weapon; she wasn’t about to let anyone else get his or her hands on it.
Once the two said their farewells, Corrinne gathered her things that she arrived at the facility with and made her way to the Portal room. Her uncle lagging behind, he seemed to gain his backbone back however and straightened up. Once they reached the room, he kissed her on the forehead and moved back to observe her leaving. The guards knew her uncle and allowed Corrinne to pass up to the operation panel where a young man had been working. “Where to?” He asked sympathetically, it was clear that he fancied her. “Headquarters.” She said blankly and suddenly the boys face lit up, “You’re just like the one who passed by here earlier aren’t you?” The question confused Corrinne for a moment until she realized another HALF must have decided on the same action she was taking. “I guess so,” She answered feebly. “Did you have to fight a Core?” He asked enthusiastically. “Yes, a Reaper Crab, it was very strong.” She remembered the toughness of its hide and lifted her staff to show the boy, “It looked kind of like this.” The boy marveled at the staff and continued to talk, “Ooh, nice, hey, if you’re free this weekend, I’d be happy to show you around Gondora.” Corrinne’s eyes widened until she answered, “I’ll probably be too busy with training but if I need anything I’ll be sure to seek you out.” She politely smiled to him and entered the portal room and sat erect waiting for the transportation to happen. “Alright, sounds good to me,” He said and started up the portal only to realize once she left that he forgot to give her his name, “Wait, miss! Damn.”
Soon Corrinne’s body rapidly went through space in thousands of tiny particles only to reassemble into the headquarters portal room. Corrinne opened her eyes slowly and breathed out, she had traveled using the portal many times but it never seemed to get easier. Picking up her things, she exited into the main room and looked around. It was far busier than the last base, people dropping in and out everywhere, this was to be expected since this was headquarters after all. She wondered how many of them were also HALF like her. Many were wounded and being hurried here and there. Throwing her pack over her shoulder she gripped her staff until she ran into another employee. “Corrinne, I didn’t expect to see you here.” John Bishop, a previous colleague of hers, stood in front of her puzzled. “John, it’s been a long time.” Corrinne placed her bag on the floor in order to shake his offered hand. “Wow, are you a HALF now?” He pointed down at her staff and she looked back up at him with an eyebrow raised. “Yeah, it was my uncle’s idea.” She said coolly. “Wow, I never would have taken you for a ‘soldier’ type,” He rubbed the back of his head. “I seem to have a natural aptitude for it,” Corrinne smiled and stood the staff up to use as a walking stick. “Wow, that’s amazing,” He repeated and Corrinne quoted him, “If you say wow again,” This made him check himself and laugh, “Oh, I’m sorry Corrinne, it’s just been so long.” Corrinne sighed and said, “Yeah, we said that too. Hey do you know where I’m supposed to go from here? I’d like to have a place to put my things down.” Corrinne spoke nonchalantly. “Oh, yeah, I could show you around, follow me.” John picked up her bag for her and threw it over his shoulder, almost falling over in the process. This made Corrinne giggle as she followed him.
John found Corrinne a room where they had the HALF recruits stay. Putting her things down, she looked around the room, it was bare bones but it would do for now, sleek futuristic style but cold and stark. Her mind would not dwell on this, she instantly was thinking of ways to liven it up when John perked up, “on with the tour?” Corrinne looked back at him and smiled, “yes.” Taking her staff in hand, John put his hand up exclaiming, “you don’t need to bring that with you.” But Corrinne looked down at it then back at him, “but I want to,” she answered. John looked puzzled and shook his head but sighed in defeat, “Alright, suit-yourself.”
He showed her around the main offices, the baiter rebirth center, the core development room where he worked, and the containment room. The security in the containment room wasn’t happy with their little tour and quickly ushered them to leave. Corrinne could understand why from the look of the place, she also heard a legend about the room but didn’t put much weight on it, as it was a story. Then as she was drifting in her musings, John grabbed her hand suddenly. “Corrinne, you okay?” He said in earnest. Taken aback, Corrinne smiled and squeezed his hand back to show him she was all right, “I’m fine, just zoning,” she started. “I just, I was just thinking about, how if I had gone another route, I could have been working with you in core development.” Corrinne reflected. John smiled and shook his head, “No, it’s better where you’ve ended up, you would have been bored to tears with the work I’m doing.” Somehow Corrinne doubted this but she realized that he was merely trying to make her feel better. She did seem to be drifting again. “Maybe I just need some rest.” Corrinne decided and John nodded in understanding. “I’ll walk you back to your room,” He spoke softly and led her back in the direction of her room. Talking mellifluously about his work and the facility. Corrinne could feel her muscles relaxing and her body shutting down so that once they reached her room she was ready to collapse on her bed. The two said there goodbyes and John promised to visit her soon and show her around the rest of the city if she wished. This was all more than she could have asked for. Once he left, she closed the door and fell into a deep sleep.
When she awoke, she didn’t know what time it was, for everything was dark. Taking out her laptop computer, she looked up the time. 9:00 PM, it was late but now she was up. Corrinne sighed and groaned; “Now because of the operation my time is all off.” Looking down at the reaper crab staff, she moved to pick it up and look at it. It had been the first time that she had been completely alone with it and awake enough in order to study it. The hard shell of the staff felt smooth to the touch and there was an odd smell to it, sort of like sea-salt. Which reminded her of the Scotland sea cliff in which she battled the reaper crab. The jagged points near the ends of the staff reminded her of rose thorns, she didn’t dare to touch them, fearing she would actually injure herself in the process.
She decided she would check out the training area of the facility. John had quickly passed them with her and she made a mental note of their location. Getting up, she checked out the bathroom and fixed on taking a shower. The shower was one of those waterfall showers, where the water poured from overhead. It bathed her long body in filtered water. Corrinne was thankful for the cleansing; she wanted to get the smell of medical facilities off of her, rubbing herself down with their complimentary soap that smelled like lavender. So at home in the shower, she spent a long amount of time just standing and thinking about everything that was to come because of her new lifestyle and how she would train with the core staff. Finally once she realized a good amount of time had passed, she turned off the shower and reached for a towel. Again, one was provided for the suite. Shaking her hair to dry it out, she whipped it back and checked herself in the mirror. She looked the same as she did the day before; even though so much had changed she was still the same person.
Dressing herself in some casual civilian wear, she grabbed her backpack filled with medical equipment and a book to read. She left her makeshift apartment with the core staff in hand. Reaching the training room, she obviously found it deserted; it was late at night now. But she found this kind of relieving, since she would have no judging eyes on her. She found a monitor computer that would have training programs in it, finding the program for fighting with a Bo staff was generally easy. She watched the program turn on and the digital trainer appeared. “Hello and welcome to the Bo staff simulation workout, I’ll be your teacher for the day.” The professional dark Asian hologram spoke directly. “Hello,” Corrinne answered out of impulse. Soon he was going through the beginning movements of how to use the staff, “Watch and Repeat.” She did as he said, checking her movements in the wall mirror opposite her. Somehow it reminded her of what an actual training dojo would have looked like in the past. Maybe it was because of her instructor’s presence. As she followed his movements she began to enjoy herself from the learning process.
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Posted: Sun Oct 25, 2015 9:11 am
It had been a long day already, sure, and Acel didn't know when the last time he had gotten a decent sleep was. It felt like he had been awake for a week, but his mind would not stop, and every time he closed his eyes, he could see their faces. Jasmine and Lidia...he still couldn't quite fathom the fact that they were gone. He was so used to working all day long in the fields and then coming home to them. Coming home to the smell of fresh cooked food on the stove, and the soft laughter of his beautiful, happy, daughter. He was so used to it that when he walked back through the front doors of headquarters he almost expected it to be there. He didn't have a home after he lost Bergerac. He had nowhere to go to, so he figured he was going to have to stay here for the time being. He heard that a lot of baiters took up permanent residence in Gondora. The city was so vast that there was more than ample room to fit every single baiter in the world in the city and still have room for most of the population that was left in the last standing cities. He smelled the air, looking for the scent of that fresh lamb stew, or pie cooling by the window. He realized that he had lived a life with his family that most people only dreamed about, or read about in magazines that talked about life in the early 2000s. He wanted to say his heart hurt when he thought about it, but he felt nothing in his chest. The fact that his heart no longer beat was something he couldn't get used to. You never really noticed the feeling of your heart beating in your chest, but it was something that was absolutely impossible to ignore when it wasn't there at all. He found his hand trailing across his chest, feeling the metal beneath his fingertips. He pulled it away when he realized what he was doing, thinking about what lay within his chest. The b*****d A.I. that he would be paired with for the foreseeable future. But...it was not this creature that killed his wife and child. No. It was something else entirely. The creature that killed them would pay--and he would make sure of that. Its image was burned into Acel's mind. The image of the very last thing he saw before death. He knew their job was to take missions and protect the world from the A.I. threat, but at this point he was so useless that he doubted he would be able to really make a difference if he went out into the world to fight the A.I. He needed to get stronger, first, for sure, but he didn't know where to begin. He had just received a set of swords that he was told would fit him perfectly, but he didn't even know how to properly swing the damn things yet. Orion had told him to contact him when he was ready to become a soldier, but he couldn't bring himself to get ahold of the man yet. Acel had much to thank Orion for--considering Orion was the reason he had the incredible weapons and armour that he now had. The white overcoat swirled around his feet as he walked toward the front desk, asking for some general information on the facilities available. They asked him if he preferred to live in the city, or if he wanted a smaller apartment within the main facilities, and he told them he would take a two bedroom apartment in the city, VS staying in the actually main headquarters. He wanted to be close to the base, but he didn't want to actually live inside it. Too much going on. They gave him an address, and they digi-structed a key for the home--a third story apartment with a rooftop terrace, a balcony, and a loft. He was told it was quite nice, but he would have to see for himself, later.
The second question he had to ask was where he could seek training. He needed to know what the hell he was doing with the swords. They hung by his sides, and anyone who saw him would likely think that he was some sort of swordsman--and he did look like he would know what he was doing, thanks to the expert craftsmanship of both the clothes and armour as well as the swords. No newbie with zero experience in battle would be adorned with such things, right? Wrong. The lady at the desk told him where he could find some training rooms, and he nodded to her in thanks. He knew he needed to learn as fast as he could. But before he left, she stopped him and looked a little apologetic as she slid a piece of paper toward him. "Listen...I know it's not your job or anything, but I was wondering if you could do me a little favour. A lot of new baiters often visit the training rooms to utilize the holo-trainers. Could you maybe post this notice up in the room for me? There's a tournament going on for all the newly graduated baiters. I hear we got a good few of them together, and it will be going on soon. If you're too busy, though, that's okay." The woman said, a shy expression on her face. Acel just nodded quietly and brushed his hair back from his face, taking the notice without saying much. "Thank you for the information. It's the least I can do." And with that he walked away, following her directions to the training facility and pocketing his house key. Upon arriving at the training room, he saw a woman swinging around an incredibly interesting looking weapon. He couldn't tell if it was some sort of glaive, or if it was a staff. The thing almost looked organic in a way--as if it were made from a living thing. He watched her movements for a couple of moments before he turned back to the entry of the training room and used a piece of sticky tac that the woman had given him and put the notice on the door. Apparently they were advertising the tournament with some sort of rewards for the top three places. It would be a good place to brush up on his combat without actually putting his life in danger. Why not? He nodded to himself as he walked back into the training room and he stepped to the opposite side of the room, giving the woman plenty of distance to practice her own fighting style. He merely unsheathed his swords and held onto them tightly, feeling the weight in his hands. They were both nearly full-length katanas, so holding two, one in each hand, was not exactly easy. It was a lot of weight, and he would need to train his arm strength by a great deal before he could truly use them with any great effect. Rivana had told him that the weapons were perfect for him, and that he was strong enough to wield them. But he was not strong enough to wield them with full effect. Not yet. But...eventually, he would be. He would just need to learn exactly how to use them. The style to swing them in--the attack patterns--he needed to learn it all. As the holo-trainer came online on his side of the gym, a man stood before him with the exact weapons that he was holding. The trainer looked down on them and then back to Acel. "So. The two katana style, is it? Let us begin with the basics. You will first need to learn how the two swords feel in your hands. You will need to learn to control each hand independently as a separate entity, but at the same time harmoniously. You need to defend and attack all in one fluid motion. It will feel strange for someone not used to the dual wielding, but it will come in time. first, hold one sword diagonally across your body, close, but not too close. The second sword you hold outwards, the opposite angle as the one across your body, to make almost an X shape, though the offensive sword should be pointed slightly out towards the enemy. You can use me as the enemy if you like." The hologram explained and Acel followed the instructions, holding the blades awkwardly, but in the proper method. He practised the stance and swinging the swords a few times, though they clattered against each other with his clumsy swings and fake parries against enemies that weren't there. His style was a mess, and it was going to take a lot more than some holo training for him to actually learn how to use them. He was a lost cause.
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Hey there! So, because of the fact that we are going to be interacting together, here, we are going to do a collaborative line count between us. ^__^ So, I have taken the liberty of banking your 139 lines on your profile, and banking my lines as well. This is because of the fact that we don't get to use our lines until after the tournament. We only get our first updates after the exam. =] SO. After my post here, when you post again (or if someone else posts coming in to join us) we will add our counts together, just like when we were adding them in the exam between the NPC and you. =]
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Posted: Sun Oct 25, 2015 9:44 am
Dal'Mori Cestrol Menne
The feeling of going through a portal was not one easily described. The closest Dal'Mori could do, given his limited knowledge of technology, was it was like being torn apart into the smallest imaginable pieces, not feeling an ounce of pain, and yet still being completely aware of every single bit of his body.
Given the sheer abstract sensation was what brought forth relief as his body solidified once more, standing as he was when he first was ushered into the teleporter. He all but sagged forward, as if he meant to pass out, not even realizing his body, despite being in that situation for such an incredibly brief period of time, had tensed itself to the point of being solid muscle with no room to move. Thus, it stood to reason as soon as he relaxed, his body would momentarily lose the ability to hold itself up.
It had been only a few minutes since the doctors explained that he would be heading to the main headquarters.. Or had it been hours? He had no idea. How long was he in that portal? It felt like instances, but it could have been so much longer. He couldn't explain it, having grown up where he did technology wasn't exactly at the forefront of his thoughts, especially given that his home had been adamant of doing things the very old fashioned way.
Hard work, blood and sweat, so on and forth.
He shook his head when he realized, with a slight flush, that people were staring at him. He had apparently been so lost in thought, he was standing perfectly still staring forward at a small group of people, who had paused to check on him and stayed because he didn't even so much as twitch after catching himself. "Uh.. Er... Sorry." He stuttered out, his hands twitching nervously.
This was new for him, he was now in a whole new world, and without the fog of loss clouding his mind he finally realized just how out of place he was. All these people, wearing what appeared to be simple clothing, and only a few wearing weapons, and yet he stood there in full gear, weapon proudly on display. It brought him to an odd thought, perhaps he would have to start dressing like them? Given that all his other outfits like this were lost in the destruction of the village, he couldn't just go about wearing the same thing everyday. It would start to smell horrible.
'Damn it!' He thought to himself as he realized he had once more been standing perfectly still staring into space. This was a common thing in his home, given how clumsy he could actually be. He would maintain stillness so that he wouldn't ruin anything. His friends and family always understood, being first hand witnesses to his nature, but these people had never seen him before in his life, so he must look like a loon to them.
No matter how much he might try to deny it, he wanted them to accept him. There was a part of him, deep within, alongside the need for revenge he had managed to squash down for the time being, that wanted his old life back. Wanted those around him to not only know him for who he was, but accept him. For the first time in his life Dal'Mori was a like a fish out of water. and had no idea how to handle it.
He forced himself to move. Slow, small steps so as to not trip over anything, or hit anyone. It had actually worked for a few minutes, he managed to wander aimlessly for a bit, lost in thought, only bumping into one or two people. He apologized profusely before moving on. That was something else he'd have to get used too again. Apologizing. He had long learned that people in his village knew he was sorry, and forgave him immediately. If it weren't for his, as the blacksmith had called them once, stupid fingers, he would have even offered to help put the things he broke back together.
It appeared as though his prowess on the battlefield was what made them not really care. So long as he was there to protect them, they would love him all the same.
This meant, he had to get right too it.
So, at the first chance he got, he stopped at a desk with a person behind it. Unfortunately, he wished that was where it ended. He took one more step than normal, and with his new strength, his leg dented the front of the metal desk he had stopped at. Cursing loudly in his villages dialect, before turning and apologizing once more. The lady behind the desk looked less than impressed, as she sat there filing away at her nails, with a headset on. Clearly a dispatcher or secretary of sorts.
"Uhm.. Excuse me..." Dal'Mori stumbled across his words, nerves clearly showing, though the woman was obviously less than impressed. She didn't even verbally respond, just gave him a look that told him to hurry up and get on with it. "I.. Uh... I need a place to rest. Where would I find one?"
The woman scoffed, as if annoyed someone would even bother her with such a stupid question. She was dressed in a basic suit and skirt getup, with long blonde hair, and annoyed green eyes. She didn't even bother responding to him, just pushed a button on her phone and continued staring at him with an annoyed expression. One might imagine her snapping gum with how annoyed the look on her face was.
Admittedly Dal'Mori was starting to get annoyed himself. Normally he would be met with kindness, love and sometimes admiration, but this total lack of respect was something entirely new and completely unwelcome. However, Dal'Mori was not one to embrace conflict outside of combat, so he stood there, awkwardly, waiting for her to respond or something to happen.
A few minute later a young man walked over. He seemed a tad mousy, clearly this secretary's assistant or something, given that she seemed to think she was queen of the world. The young lad was dressed in the same kind of basic clothing that Dal'Mori noticed earlier. Some kind of pants that didn't go all the way down, and a shirt cut off at the shoulders. 'What a weird place this is.'
The young man nervously glanced at the woman behind the desk, followed by his eyes widening as he noticed the dent in the front of her desk. He shook his head. "How can I help you sir?" Dal'Mori blinked, and repeated his question. The young man nodded, and motioned for the warrior to follow him.
Once they were a suitable distance from the woman behind the desk, the young man introduced himself as Dexter. "I apologize for her. She seems to build herself up, finding herself to be incredibly important. I think it's because her Father had once been this famous Baiter."
That had been the catalyst.
The young man seemed to come out of his shell starting with that particular bit of conversation. He apparently could talk and talk without any prompting, without any reason to stop. He didn't even seem to notice or care that Dal'Mori wasn't listening. Said fighter was a little more focused on trying to keep himself upright, and not running into things. He failed, naturally. He bumped into a few corners, tripped over a few feet, sometimes his own, and on one occasion knocked over a stand holding what was once a beautiful plant.
Yet somehow the young man remained unaware of it all, as he yammered on and on.
Finally, they stopped in front of a room, causing Dal'Mori to bring himself back into the real world. He couldn't afford to ignore the young man on the off chance there was a special way he had to get into this room. "..And that's how I saved Christmas." The young man finished while looking up at Dal'Mori with a surprisingly knowing look. "I bet you thought I didn't notice you weren't paying attention didn't you? No matter. Here is your room. Just go on in, and if at any point you decide you need better security, well, you're going to have to pay for it. Have a good day sir."
Dal'Mori shook his head. This place was really weird. Also, what the hell is Christmas? Either way, he realized as the boy walked off, he needed to rest. He was tired. He slipped into his room, and without a second thought, planted his weapon next to the bed within arm's reach and face planted right in the middle of it. He was out cold before he had even hit the bed.
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Posted: Sun Oct 25, 2015 11:03 am
Dal'Mori Cestrol Menne
He was plagued by nightmares. It seemed no moment of his life was safe from the memory that resided in his mind.
It started out normal enough. He was standing on a hilltop, overlooking his village which was a buzz with more vigor than normal. Everyone was happy, moving too and fro. The sun shone beautifully in the sky, highlighting everything with bright color. It filled him with a sense of belonging. This was his home. There were other places like his sure, but none could invoke the feeling of being a part of it like this place could. He had fought for this place, he had bled for this place. The elders were right. Building this place from the floor up with their own two hands and the sweat of their brow was the right way to go about things. It made everyone feel just a little bit closer to home.
The nearly constant pleasant breeze rolled through, and ruffled bits of his hair and he couldn't help the smile that came across his face. The sheer serenity of the place was ethereal.
That's when the screaming starts.
He tried running to the village, but it was like moving through muck. The more he tried to run, the slower he got and the further away it seemed to get. He just wasn't good enough! He just wasn't fast enough! Nothing he did could bring him any closer to his home! Then, like a snap of a pair of fingers, he was there. Standing on the edges, watching everything happen once more.
There is no one image to focus on, only flashes. Fast, painful and far too real. Everything plays out again and again in the same way, only this time when he sees the faces of those that he loved and protected, they were all looking at him now, staring at him with accusing looks of hate and anger. Blaming him in wailing voices for their deaths. He was able to kill one of those monsters one on one, why had he not protected the village!
He shot up like a bullet, sweat pouring down his body, eyes wide with terror and pain. The last thing he had seen, the final moments of his dream, were dreadful yellow eyes, and an inhuman sound that was far too close to laughter than he was comfortable with.
Breathing heavily Dal'Mori realized he would be getting no further sleep, despite how late it now was. The memory of the dream was too fresh, the pain and terror he felt too real. He needed something to distract him from all of this. He needed to get out. To go do something. However, as he moved and realized his shirt and pants were stuck fast to his body via the sweat that was slowing, he knew he needed to wash and change.
At first he wasn't too sure where he would do that. There wasn't a well in his room, nor was there a nearby river. However, after a few moments of looking about he found himself in a room attached to the room he had fallen asleep in. With some experimentation, he came to realize some of these turning knobs and such made water come out. With another few attempts at trying to figure things out, he finally managed to set himself up with a bath. It was the closest thing to a river he could find in this room.
As he cleaned himself with the cool water, he took some time to reflect on what had happened in his life, he realized he would need to relearn his new body. Sure, technically speaking it was all him, but it was easy to tell he had new levels of strength and speed. He even felt hardier. This was all made apparent when he tore his shirt with remarkable ease as he took it off. His armor came off easily enough, being designed to take the damage from monster attacks, and his trench coat had been fairly easy as well, given that it was just a slip off and some gentle handwork to get his belts off, but his under clothing, like the shirt that stopped the armor from chaffing his body and the pants that helped keep his armor in place were basically made of thin paper as far as his new muscles were concerned.
It took him a solid half hour to clean himself, given that the only way he knew how to do it was to scrub every inch of yourself. With no knowledge of showers, and not wanting to mess with the weather, he decided this was the best means of achieving cleanliness. (He ran the shower and nearly had a panic attack, thinking he had somehow altered the weather in his room.)
As he walked out of the room that held all the water, carrying his armor and wrapped in his trench coat, he found a small neat stack of clothing that had escaped his noticed earlier. Granted he was in a frenzied state of mind, so it was a forgivable oversight. On top of that was a note, mentioning these were from Dexter, to help him feel a little more a part of things. It was a similar outfit to what the young man had been wearing, though with pants instead of those shorter version of pants.
He was grateful, although he knew he would have to go get himself outfitted somewhere soon, as this sleeveless thing would not work too well with his armor. It also turned out that the pants would be incapable of holding up his armor as well, being not designed for doing such. A pang went through his chest as he once more missed his home, and the gentle ones who would make clothing for all who needed it.
He sighed as he looked over himself. He was wearing loose fitting pants that reached down to just above his ankles, and a shirt that was far too tight on him, giving the appearance of being painted on. Without his armor on, the trench coat was a little too loose, thus he couldn't wear it without feeling uncomfortable. He never realized how big a part of him his armor had become until he was not able to wear it.
He would remedy this at first light, he didn't want to bother anyone with his problems this late in the evening.
He grabbed the magnet sheet for his weapon, if nothing else he would make sure he had his weapon with him, and it was then that he realized it had changed. It looked like the skin of the monster who he had slain recently, and the hooks now had the same consistency and shape of its horns. It made a spark of anger flare up in his chest, which surprised him. Normally he was able to remain calm even while outside of combat. He was not one to normally give into the darker side of emotions. Yet something about the sight of this thing just rubbed him the wrong way.
He shrugged aside this feeling, he would need to work with this thing, he didn't have to like it. He strapped it onto his shirt, which was a feat in and of itself given how tight the damn thing was, but the specially designed piece of equipment was meant to handle things like this. With a quick movement of his arm, his Bo spear was resting on his back, bringing with it a measure of comfort that had previously been absent. It seemed as long as he had his weapon on hand, he would be fine.
He left his room shortly after double checking himself, as he was starting to feel cooped up and getting anxious. At first he was stumbling around, his now rested body starting to show honest signs of the changes it had gone through. He apparently was stronger and faster now, which made itself apparent in his far too long strides, and far too powerful movements forward. It made him all the more clumsier. Luckily for him, there was next to nobody around to notice him crashing into walls, or falling on his rear as he took a turn to sharply.
It would take a while to get used to his new abilities.
Within fifteen minutes of leaving his room, he found himself standing in front of a room labeled 'Training', with a note posted up outside the door. It mentioned a tournament for the new Baiters, with prizes for those who reached the top. Dal'Mori found himself interested. Even if he lost, it seemed a good a place as any to learn his body. At least in combat, without the fear of death. He could still get to know his new body within the confines of this training place.
So with that he stepped inside. The sight that greeted him was an interesting one. There was a woman with a weapon, much like his own, except it appeared to be pointed on both ends and made out of some shell. Then there was a male with two swords, clearly brand new, without a single scratch on them. They both seemed to not know how to go about using their weapons, or at the very least seemed to be running through a tutorial to get some basics.
It called forth some powerful emotions. Memories of training little ones the proper stances, mock fighting them so that they could get the ideas into their head. Teaching them how to flow with combat, how to fight, how to kill. It may have been a dark lesson, but it was easily one of his favorite memories of his life thus far. He itched to go over and help them out, he felt a dying need to befriend them. He needed people in his life, he knew that now more than ever. What more perfect moment than this? They both seemed like they could use help, and he was capable enough to teach them. Perhaps, in doing so he could foster a friendship of sorts.
With that thought in mind, he stepped further into the room and cleared his throat to make himself known. "Excuse me." He sounded hesitant, despite the conviction he felt inside, he couldn't help his nature. "If you guys don't mind too much, I can help you out. I know a thing or two about fighting, and have no problem passing along the knowledge." He found himself surprised he was able to get through that sentence without stuttering or tripping over his words.
This was an opportunity, and it was one he would take advantage of while he could. He needed friends. For two reason, the lighter one, he was used to being a part of a community. He also knew that communities didn't need to be huge groups of people, though his had been.
Though there was a darker reason in the back of his mind, he knew he would need allies. Genocide was not an easy task, let alone by oneself.
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As Corrinne trained, the presence of a second person entering the room distracted her from her training. He carried two swords; she smiled to him quickly before returning to her trainer. At the moment she was in the process of learning the single-handed downward flower, a move she was already familiar with from battle but it was good to know how to do it properly. Then the sound of clatter behind her distracted her again, the man next to her seemed to be just as green as she was. The clumsy way in which he handled the blades made it evident and for a moment she played with the thought of introducing herself. Then the presence of a second male entered the room. He too seemed clumsy in a way but it was because of his lumbering. He seemed to be inside new skin, being that he may also be a HALF, she understood and continued with her trainer till the second male spoke up.
Asking if the two would like help with their training. Corrinne took the opportunity to take a break from her training, "Computer, pause program." She spoke in a fruity voice. The hologram seemed to pause in action, staring ahead at the new face. Catching her staff in its center, she walked toward the two and nodded politely. "Glad to make your acquaintance," She spoke warmly and reached for her bag, taking out a towel and water. Sweat began to collect around her clavicle and chest, taking the towel she dabbed the sweat away carelessly. Holding the water bottle up to her lips, "You have a staff too," she pointed her pinky finger at it before drinking from the bottle. Once she finished her gulp, she closed the bottle and dropped it in her bag nonchalantly. And draped the towel around the back of her neck. "That's good, I was hoping there would be someone other than me with a staff," Her voice reflected her pleasant attitude, she was quite happy to be in the presence of two fine looking men.
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Posted: Sun Oct 25, 2015 5:23 pm
Acel sighed as he fumbled about with the two heavy blades. It was easier to wield a single sword, or a staff like the woman was using. You were able to manipulate the staff so much easier by using both of your hands and twisting and turning it with different motions with each hand. With two swords, and especially with two swords of the size that he was using, manipulation with the single hand was not easily mastered. Acel would need countless hours of practice before he was able to truly say that he was properly using the weapons. It was a shame, considering how absolutely beautiful they were. They shone in beneath the slight light of the overhead lamps, and he smiled as he looked down at the textured alloy. He had caught the smile from the woman as he walked in--though he did not return one of his own. He had merely moved in and started his training right away. He wasn't purposely being rude to the woman, but he was completely oblivious to her. He didn't have any eye for the female form after the extremely recent loss of his wife, and child. He sighed as he looked down at his hands. If only he had been stronger...if only he had been able to do something more than merely watch as they were butchered. He had the strength to do something, now, perhaps, but that was so far too late it was almost comical. He was about to resume the practice, having lost himself in thought too much, but when he prepared the sloppy stance, Dal'Mori was walking into the room. He was dressed like one of the employees of the building, and looked very plain, though a spear was attached to his back, which not many people would carry unless they were baiters. He excused himself and walked further into the room, asking if they needed help. Apparently this man was some sort of combatant. He boasted that he knew about fighting, and Acel was sure that he wouldn't have made it this far unless he was telling the truth. Either that, or the man was as lucky as Acel was. The idea that he had gotten by on luck alone, however, was still gnawing away at him. How had he managed to learn how to wield the weapons he had used against the A.I. with enough efficiency to beat a test that had a 40% death rate? It made no sense. He was about to ignore the man and move back to training when the woman walked forward.
It was easy at first to avoid her and not to care about anything, but he found it almost embarrassing how his eyes could not leave the towel she dabbed at her breasts with. He swallowed hard, breaking the seconds long gaze at the woman's activity and he bit his lip--though it was out of self-hatred and anger. How could he even look at a woman like that!? How could he call himself a man if he could look amorously at someone so soon? <******** pig. He inwardly cursed as he brought his weapons back up and prepared to continue his practice. He hacked outwards, away from the two others, an awful swing that left the blade wobbling in mid-air as he swung it. It wouldn't hold enough cutting power without a solid grip and a steady hand, but he couldn't manage it while he was thinking about so many other things. He sighed as he sheathed the swords and he turned to look at the others. He brushed his messy blonde hair to the back and looked awkwardly down at his angel wing shoulder armour for distraction. "Hello. To both of you. I..." He stopped himself before he completed his sentence. I don't want to talk to you. I don't want to get to know you. I don't want to bother with more attachment that I don't need. I want to mourn, and to be alone."I am pretty awful at fighting...so, I might have use for a trainer that isn't programmed to tell me I am doing well when I am clearly s**t." He stated, looking the man over sceptically. "I'm Acel."
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Posted: Sun Oct 25, 2015 6:53 pm
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As Kad left the room her face still hurt but she knew what she needed to do. While she walked down the halls, following the signs for the teleportation room, she pulled out her hand held all in one device and instantly started scrolling through weapons once she found a good internet page. She knew her magnum and a few ammo packs would always be on her just like her switch blade would be but she also knew from that fight in her mind that she needed something else. The gun could only be shot off so many times and the switch blade could do damage but Kad knew her limits, and if the Turbine Beetle had been so hard to hit with the small blade she could not even begin to imagine how a real world fight would go. Some of the A.I.'s that she had seen she did not want to get that close and personal unless she absolutely had to. While her boots hit the floor silently, she had always been a light walker, the thought of having another gun came to mind. A rifle would do good, but she was not skilled enough to keep from the array of bullets hitting others she might fight along with. Biting her bottom lip, a tick of hers that let anyone who paid enough attention to her know that she was in deep thought, she stepped into the teleportation room. Sure she could ask someone here but she would much rather hunt down her Fathers friend who was a B.A.I.T.R. That might be able to give her a weapon, she been promised one years ago. Clicking over to her messaging application Kad typed out in a furry her through process, she wanted a stubby nose shot gun and then whatever Tayla thought might be best for her melee combat, something that was close to the metal bat she had used in the Ally. Just as she finished typing the message she heard the controller clear his throat at her. “Glad you made it through, but you're gonna have to get used to not being able to use that device so much, never know when someone can sneak up on you. Leski said you're going to HQ, step on three please,” It was a sarcastic response and Kad scowled at the man for a moment but decided to keep her mouth shut, here she had to keep polite for her father, on the other side though was a different story. Pocketing her device she walked to the place she had been told and lowered her sunglasses so her glowing eyes were not so apparent, and she was able to see inside with them on still. It was a new sensation, but nothing compared to being transported.
Soon as she was on the other side Kad stumbled off the platform catching herself before her already sore face met the cold hard ground and she heard a snicker but ignored it. As she righted herself she looked around the room and the controllers smiled warmly at her having a sense of seeing this show a few times today. She had to not be the only newbie to be thrown off by the sensation of being pulled apart and put back together so quickly. Her bag still hung off her shoulder and she felt her device vibrate at her so she pulled it out and stepped to the side since the traffic was heavy in the room while she tried to get her bearings and see the message. Tayla had already responded by simply putting a room number and Kad knew she needed to meet the woman there. It had been a months since she had seen Tayla and Kad had a feeling the woman and her father were more than 'friends' but she really could care less. Her father worked hard for her happiness, she would not deny him any. Kad walked up to the nearest person and grinned at them, CanyouhelpmefindB25-82?Isitinhereorinthecity?” She asked having no nervousness about talking to someone, they all put their britches on the same after all. “Oh yes of course. You simply need to turn right out of the room and follow the signs for the lower living quarters. It's the ones less secure so family can visit but still in HQ. Anything else?' The woman gave her a helpful grin showing she meant what she said. “Naw,that'sgood.Thanks.” Kad smiled back and headed out the door doing as she was told. The device stayed in her hand and she forwarded the room number to her father without even looking at the screen having a feeling it was her room. Of course Tayla would set one up where her Father could visit. Kad looked around the halls and all the people going about. It was not too heavily trafficked but with her new sight it looked even more grand. As she came into the living quarters she notice there was less people and the doors were very well spaced out. However as she got to the B's they came closer together. A single unit would be fine with her. Seeing the door with B25-82 she knocked and the door opened for her.
“There's my Kaddie!” Tayla's pleasant voice rang through the empty room. The woman in red armor was fussing about the small studio apartment putting a few things around it. “Your Father let me know what happened and I had complete faith in you so I decided to get this part ready for you. I also already have a weapon for you, we will have to pick it up on the way to the training room and I will have a shot gun in your room by the time you get back in. But your bed is made and Leski said already that he had packed a few things in your bag and to let us know if you need anything else brought over. We know you're grown-” Tayla had started when Kad started over and stood in front of her taking her sun glasses off which made the red clad woman pause at the glowing purple eyes.“Oh my. I have yet to see these eyes before, but it's very fitting.” She nodded in slight shock knowing the damage beforehand could not have been easy for Kadiante to process. Kad gave her signature grin and set her bag down. The two woman caught up some as they exited the room about the last few days events. Tayla had almost died during her process and that was something that Kad could not imagine. She could tell by how the taller woman walked there was so much power in her body. The red armor was her first Code Core and had been white before taking on the A.I.'s she had. They quickly got to Tayla's small apartment since it was on the same level so her sister could visit with her. The room though small was well decorated with pictures and Kad noticed a few of her fathers possessions scattered about but kept the comments to herself. “Alright love, here you go. It will do much more damage than a metal bat, but you also need to train on the proper way to hold and strike to keep from injuring yourself.” Tayla said in a serious voice and handed Kad the cool metal mace. “It's what I first used, I have a custom one now, which I would suggest for you once you get the feel for it. It's a good weapon, not the best but not far behind from it either. I have to be somewhere now in a few moments but we will catch up when we can. You be good, and train with the mace before taking it into battle. Message me if you need anything, or even to say hello.”Tayla waved Kad out of the room and the dark haired woman covered her eyes once more feeling like she should. It helped dim the light some, and mostly covered the slightly swollen skin.
Following the signs once more she held the mace up and looked it over. It was heavy and solid, not something she would want to come striking at her. Tayla was such a blessing and Kad would have to make sure to take her to dinner or something when she had the time. But Kad knew herself that she would only ask Tayla for something when it was an emergency, she had to make it through herself. She stopped at the training room reading the notice on the door about the tournament for the new recruits and knew right then she would join, she was too competitive not to. It would make training with the mace even more important now. Kadiante walked in as the blonde haired man in the trio was speaking about his lack of skills and she could appreciate his honesty. Lightly she walked up to the group wanting to at least introduce herself before going into a training stall. The red head female held the large staff with ease it seemed and Kad was curious to see what she could do. The other man held a staff as well and it made Kad feel a bit better about having chosen a melee weapon of some sort. As the blonde man announced his name was Acel, Kadiante gave them all a warm grin in her way of greeting. “Sotheywererightwhentheysaidtheyhadroundedupafewnewbies.HonestlygladIamnotalone.I'mKadiante,butKadworksjustfinetoo.Nicetomeetya,” She gave no apology for joining in the group, they all seemed to not know each other so she felt like it had been perfect timing for her to show up. She still held the mace in her right hand having not attached it to her belt but her magnum was in it's holster and locked closed and her switch blade was in her pockets. She had not had time to change so showed up in her dark pants, black tank top, combat boots, and her leather jacket, Suddenly she remembered her glasses and did not want to be take as rude so pushed them up to hold back her hair that was loosely braided and be able to see everyone.
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Posted: Sun Oct 25, 2015 9:20 pm
Dal'Mori Cestrol Menne
Taking a moment to asses the two before him, he found himself almost willing to smile. They were clearly from two different worlds.
The male of the two was clearly a hard laborer, more than likely based on the style of muscle some form of farmer or the like. It was a very common sight in his home, and one he was easily able to spot. Men who worked in the fields were usually honest, hard working men. He would be surprised if this gentleman, who introduced himself as Acel, didn't pick up how to use those swords by the weeks end. Sooner if he found what drove him to fight. He wouldn't be a master by any means, but he would be capable enough of swinging them around with enough efficiency that he wouldn't hurt himself or others in combat.
The woman on the other had seemed to be quite the opposite. She was not built like she did hard work, but instead like she was designed for more delicate work. If he had to guess, he would guess fabric work, but the sight of her hands gave way that it while what she did was delicate, it was not that simple. So, while her build was like that of those from his home who shaped the clothes they wore, her hands suggested she was a blacksmith of sorts. Interesting combination if he had to say so himself. If he had to place her with a personality, he would guess she had some degree of patience, fabric work was not easy, but the same hardiness of a blacksmith. She would definitely have to find what she fought for if she wanted to progress. Combat was not delicate work in close quarters, which it appeared she was outfitted with.
For those around him, this had to seem like an incredibly awkward period of time in silence, as Dal'Mori was clearly looking them up and down, but saying not a single word.
As luck would have it, however, the awkwardness was interrupted by yet another person entering these training areas. Of the four of them, Dal'Mori would guess only himself and the first woman had gotten sleep. The new comer and Acel were looking rather haggard, as if affected by a long day's work, or a hard battle. This brought to mind a flash of the fight he just went through, and with the newcomer mentioning something about newbies, it stood to reason these people had all just underwent the same fight he had gone through.
This caused him to look at the first woman in a new light. If she seemed well rested after the fight, it meant she at least had a healthy respect for her daughter, or there was something about her he wasn't seeing.
He took the moment that the new female was introducing herself, to examine her as well. She didn't hold the posture of a fighter, however she held herself with a confidence that Dal'Mori was immediately taken with. This was perhaps the first time in his life he met someone who could walk into a room full of other people, and be perfectly at ease with other people's eyes on them. There was no hesitation, no pause. He respected that, which in turn led him to believe she at least could handle herself. He figured none could hold themselves so assuredly if they were unaware of their own skill, or prowess.
Returning to reality, he was suddenly very embarrassed with the fact he had once more been found lost in thought. He managed to stop the majority of the flush that crossed his face, and attempted to save face by introducing himself. With a slight bow of greeting towards them all, as was custom in his home when first meeting people, he finally granted them their name. "My name is Dal'Mori. I am a warrior among my people. Was a warrior..." His words were heavy with sorrow as he spoke that last sentence, and with a clearly physical effort he managed to reel it back in.
These were new people, they had no need to hear his sob story. "Uh.. Um.. Anyway..." He stumbled over his word, trying to bring the conversation back to where he was headed. "It is a pleasure to meet you all." He finished his greeting, with a second slight bow. If one were paying attention, they would notice his eyes never dipped with him. His head was always facing up. If they knew psychology, they would know what it meant. "Before I uhm... Before I offer my help, I have to ask you a question." Slowly he was building up confidence, he was stepping back into a roll he knew well, and as such his voice lost some hesitation and gained some, best described as, oomph.
It was then he asked what was most important for his students to think about. True, he was not attempting to think of these few as his students, they were all on the same foot, all of the same rank, all in the same position. However, that did not diminish the importance of this question. Some knew the answer already. Some didn't. Some had good answers. Most didn't. He would always offer his knowledge anyway, and hope that through his teachings they would find the right path. Their own path of the warrior. More often than not, he succeed. The failures rested on his mind almost always, making him strive to do better with the next few he offered what he knew.
"Why do you fight?"
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Ooc: Consider Dal to be a tad oblivious.. Okay, very oblivious when it comes to the opposite sex, which is why I chose to not have anything in regards to the provocative actions of Corrinne, and have him have only a completely philosophical interest in Kad. XD
Also, deep questions for the win! ^-^
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Corrinne noticed the blonde’s unease as she wiped herself down, glancing quizzically at him she began to fan the back of her neck by lifting up her hair and whipping her hand back and forth to create a cool breeze. Leaning the staff against her body and keeping it steady between the inside of her elbow and shoulder. Suddenly it seemed, he had decided to return to his workout, and then returned after making a difficult swing. Something about him made Corrinne nervous, he seemed unstable, even his words felt forced. But there was something else there too, arrogance maybe, she wasn’t sure. She would have to further study his actions.
Returning her attention to the second male she realized he was staring at her, more like studying her. Were the two sizing her up already? He seemed fixated on her hands, looking down, she did realize that they had grown rather battered from her use of the staff. But this was to be expected while she got used to her new weapon. Taking the towel from her shoulders she threw it on top of her bag along with the other things she had removed earlier, she would need to collect all of them back in her bag before she left but she would decide when that would be later. There may be some sparring in order soon and she didn’t want to miss that.
Suddenly the presence of another female entered the room. At first Corrinne was happy to have the two boys to herself but after observing them she was pleased to have another girl nearby. “Nice to meet you Kad, I’m Corrinne, by ‘newbie’, do you mean to say that we have all just gone through the AI Core procedure?” Looking around at their weapons she returned her attention to Kad, “I guess that makes sense, who else would be training here this late at night.” Corrinne had quickly taken in Kadiante’s appearance when she entered, the amount of weaponry on her made Corrinne believe that she was some kind of security. Obviously she had been mistaken as Kad announced that they were all HALF. Corrinne couldn’t take her eyes away from Kad’s eyes, the light was very distracting, in a world where cyborgs and aliens were a common thing, you think that she would be able to ignore a technical advancement but something about them unnerved her. However, not wanting to be rude, she smiled and continued her conversation with the group. “So did all of you choose your weapons yourself or were they given to you?” She spun the staff in her right hand playfully before returning it to a standing position, “Man am I glad my mom taught me to twirl a baton when I was a little kid.”
The second male seemed to perk up suddenly after looking Kad over and introduced himself, “Dal’Mori, interesting name.” She spoke softly and listened to him introduce himself as a warrior, that would account for him wanting to school Corrinne and Acel, the two had obviously never handled their weapons before seriously. Corrinne caught the way Dal’Mori handled himself, never letting his guard down, in this day and age she couldn’t decide whether it was wise to be so cautious or if it was pure paranoia. However, whichever made him feel more comfortable was probably the best decision for him. Listening to his question, she quickly answered, “to survive.” Her eyes stared back at his as her mind began to wonder; suddenly she was on the Scottish Cliffside again.
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OOC: It was funny writing this, knowing the others stories, I'm like "Corrinne don't talk about ... well she doesn't know any better." xD
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Posted: Tue Oct 27, 2015 1:16 am
Acel shifted awkwardly on the balls of his feet after he had publicly defaced himself and let them know that he was absolutely crud at fighting...but then again, they had likely seen that he was bollox at it in the beginning, when they saw him swinging his damn swords around like a fool. Kadiante held a sort of class about her--but at the same time, she was hard. At least she certainly appeared that way. Acel hadn't seen much in the way of outfits like hers before. He hadn't seen much like it at all. He was so used to the shabby clothes that he had worn in his village--simple clothes. Seeing the people around here made him feel like he had stepped into the future...and when he looked down at his own attire, he felt even more alien. But it was something he had to adapt to. It was part of his life, now, and he could't do anything about that. She walked brazenly right into the midst of the three others as if it didn't phase her at all, and he quirked a brow as he listened to her name. It was interesting...very interesting. He had never heard anything like it, but he was glad to hear it. Yes...they were all new to this life. They were all starting a journey together that none of them could even come close to actually understanding what it meant. They were all brought there for different reasons. The most interesting thing, he saw, however, was when she pushed her glasses back and he saw the woman's eyes. The cybernetic organs were shocking at first, but only because they made a feeling of unease wash over his entire body. What had happened to her? The A.I. Cores had lashed out at her, too, and she was forced to take the H.A.L.F test or be blind for the rest of her life? He would love to say his heart ached for her...but it felt nothing. It didn't skip a beat...hell, it didn't beat at all. Acel said nothing at first, letting the others step in and talk, as he had already spoken, but it was a long awkward silence at first, as Dal'Mori seemed to eye the other woman up and down, analyzing her like she was some sort of machine, rather than a woman. It was perplexing the way that people interacted with one-another. It had been ages since he had met so many new people in the span of a couple of days. A new person had stumbled into Bergerac maybe twice in his entire life, and the rest of the people were just visitors from B.A.I.T.R that wanted to see his parents' home. But, when Dal'Mori introduced himself, Acel felt the same pang wash over him as when he had seen Kadiante's eyes. Was a warrior. The words hit him like a brick. He heard the sadness in the man's words, and he instantly knew that he had lost something...lost something incredibly important. Either his position, or his life as a warrior in whole...which could only mean something similar to Acel's own story.
It was easy to tell, however, that he had not let the warrior aspect of his life slip out of his day-to-day motions. When he bowed, his eyes never lowered. They were staring up all the time...perhaps he did not like the idea of lowering his eyes to a stranger that could lash out at him at any moment. He was on the defensive even when he didn't mean to be. But when he continued, saying that he needed to ask them all a question, Acel quirked a brow, looking him over with intrigue. The man was used to this. He was gaining confidence in their interaction as he entered the role of teacher--he had done this before. They were his new project. When he asked the question, Acel's mouth ran dry. Why did he fight? He didn't really know. He only knew that this life had been forced upon him. That he hadn't had a choice. He could tell them that, but with that would come questions, with questions would come stories he had no interest in telling. He tugged at his overcoat, and the t-shirt that was beneath it. He wanted to make sure not even a shred of his past was laid bare to these people. They didn't care about him, or what had happened. What was the point in sharing such stories? He sighed as he turned back towards the sound of the woman's voice. The one who had been dabbing at her body with the towel. He met her eyes, and trained them to hers, making sure they did not wander while she spoke. He didn't struggle this time, however, to make sure he wasn't looking at her, it was a conscious motion at first, but then his mind became far more interested in her words and the idea that she was a woman at all began to fade back. He nodded as she spoke, introducing herself as Corrinne, and making the astute observation that there wouldn't be many people training at this hour unless they were insane workaholics or if they had just recently undergone the procedure and wanted to ready themselves. He bit his lip when she asked her question. She seemed so...happy. So carefree. He couldn't even begin to believe that he had been exactly like she now was only two days ago. That he had been happy and naive and friendly...that he wanted to meet people and make them smile. His eyes burned as he stood there and he clenched his teeth. Acel had never been very good at hiding his emotions, and it had been such a struggle since his procedure that he realized that he hadn't cried...he hadn't wept a single tear for his family. For his child...she had her whole life ahead of her. Lidia...she would have grown up to be a beautiful woman. A strong woman, with her mother's dark hair, and her father's grin. And now, all that was left was bones. The tears built slowly, creating a gloss around his eyes, and they threatened to spill out, but he bit his lip once more to push them back down.
He looked to Dal'Mori first, his eyes still glassy from the tears as his face seemed to harden, even though his sorrow was well visible. "I fight because I must. I fight to protect those who can't. And I also fight..." His face contorted into a visage of hate. "For revenge!" The tears spilled out of his eyes, two streams flowing down his face, but only for a moment, as he had staunched the flow of them rather well. His fists clenched at his side, and he wiped his cheeks clear before he turned to Corrinne to answer her question as well. He had already broken his facade. They would know he was not okay...the questions might as well have already started. But he would try his best to hold it together. He looked at her and then down to his swords. He scratched the back of his head lightly as he tried to overcome the outburst he had. His eyes still burned, and he couldn't extinguish the incredible pain growing in his chest. He swallowed hard, and a new set of tears brimmed his eyes, which he wiped away, apologizing for himself before continuing. "This might be a really weird story...but a woman felt my body to see what my strengths were...she said she could tell by feeling my muscular make up. And the only thing I have ever seen used, really, was my mother using her twin swords, though they were much shorter...dagger-like. So, apparently, these were what she thought I should use. However, I am absolutely lost upon their proper use...I've never fought before. I was a farmer until...well...two days ago, I guess." He stated, wiping at his eyes once again, hoping that sharing a little about himself would keep them from asking too many questions, or caring too much about his tears.
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Kadiante did have no hesitation at all to walking up to a group of complete strangers, anxiety was not a common emotion for her at all. Though it might do her some good to experience it from time to time, if anything to slow her down and keep her from always jumping in head long. She stood there her weight shifting to one side and looking between the three she was sure she would get to know a bit better. It felt good to be part of something, and that what she did further on would be benefit and something to really be proud of. Just being a damn good shot and knowing some tricks with the blade was not near enough for her ambition. She did also pay attention to the others on how they held themselves but it was for a different reason. Kadiante had grown up being trained by the most elite prison guards, they were to read body language to anticipate an outburst or to know when someone was calm and relaxed, but beyond that she had never given the thought of why some people held themselves the way they did. Everyone seemed relaxed enough that Kad did not even bother to go on the defensive. Though, she was very aware of the eyes cast towards hers but gave it no mind. She listened, one of her finer skills thanks to her father raising her, intently as Dal'Mori spoke up after looking her over like he had been the others as she had walked up. When he spoke the 'was a warrior' her faced soften slightly but the general jovial attitude remained, and she agreed completely with Acel in why he wanted to fight. In acknowledgment she nodded to the man before looking at Corrinne and giving her a grin when she asked what she meant by newbie and let out a little chuckle as the girl figured it out. At least so far they were not moron's.
It was hard for Kad but she managed to wait her turn to speak, “Well,youneverknowreally.Ihaveafeelinglifeinthisprofessionisabouttogetcrazyandnotcaringaboutnormalsleepinghours.ButitisalsonicetomeetyouAcel,Corrinne,andDal'Mori,” She shifted slightly and turned her eyes from Corrinne's gazing ones knowing it was curiosity and the fact she would later be staring into a mirror for hours herself. Then the question was asked about the weapons and Acel spoke up once more. If the man had not been looking so pained she would have giggled at how he stated he got his weapons but she managed to keep a straight face and not let a single sound out. As he wiped his eyes Kad spoke up to get the attention off of him, it was all she knew how to do, emotions were not something she knew well enough about. “Well,IgrewupinRioDeJaneirorightneartheprison.MyfatherisaWardenthereandheraisedmeasasingleparentbutIhaveplentyoffamilythereandtheyallagreeditshouldknowthebasicsandthensome.So,Iamagoodshotwiththepistol,knowhowtohandlearifleandshotgun.Butuh,this,“ She raised up the mace for them to see, “MyfathersfriendgavemeonthewayinwhenIletherknowIusedametalbatduringtheinitiationfight.I'veusedtheelectricbatonsbeforebutthebalanceanduseofthemaceiscompletelynewtome.So,yeah.Faraswhytofight,sinceIwouldloveanyhelpyoucanofferDal,IhavetoechoAcelhere,excepttherevengepartfornow.” She rolled her shoulders and then realized she should add one more thing. “JustcauseIknow,wellatleastyouCorrinne,wanttoknowaboutthese,” She waved towards her eyes with her free hand catching the violet light from them on her skin, “Idunnoifyouallheardofthebreakoutintheprisonthreeishdaysago?Meanddadwereinhisofficediscussingdinnerandthenthedoorexplodedtakingmyeyesout,andthenthat'swhattheusedformycodecore.Ithinkthey'reprettynifty,Icanseebetterthanbefore.Butreally,nowI'mjustgladmyFather'sfine.Iknowhe'sbusyfiguringoutwhathappened,” She shrugged. There was only limited holding back with what came out of Kad's mouth. She spoke her mind without filter, unless it was something she was ashamed of and that happened very little.
Acel felt almost bad for the woman after having stunted her hopes like that, but he was not interested in any sort of female companionship...not now. Not after Jasmine had been taken from him only a couple of days before-hand. He had been out of it during the surgery for so long that time felt like it had been shuffled around on him and meant nothing. 
