Deciding on taking care of his weapon issue first, using the given logic that it might take a while for Sarah to finish healing, he set off. He had every intention of finding her to give her back her weapons, and perhaps even attempting to strike up a friendship of sorts. Probably something along the lines of what he and Acel had going for them, which meant more of a partnership rather than a friendship, but either way, he was planning on it.
However, it took him a while to find Acel the last time he went looking for someone who was healing, so he had no idea of exactly how long it would take for Sarah to be completely healed, as such he would take care of the one thing he wanted to do, and hope that when he was finished Sarah would be done and walking about again.
As he meandered towards the screens for a quick peak, just to see how the fights were going, he thought about what weapons he wanted to carry on himself. The first thing that came to mind was some form of ranged weapon, but that was promptly disregarded. The reasons? Well, he was primarily a close quarters combatant, his lengthiest comfortable range is tip to tip on his spear. With that said, it was also no big deal for him to stay away from the monsters anymore, between his new found physical prowess, and the inability to die, he felt practically invincible.
He had already seen the fruits of his new body, his new curse, and it was only up from here.
The next thought that ran though his mind was a war hammer, like his father's preferred style. At first he was tempted, it would pair well with this increasingly more apparent urge to hit things harder. However, he rather liked his mix of a Bo Staff, and a Spear. It fit him rather nicely, and since he wasn't entirely willing to carry two separate two handed weapons on his person due to the unwieldiness of it, that wrote off that idea.
He stepped into the area, and paused to look up at the screens, his presence should go unnoticed by any who are too absorbed into something, or weren't that observant, for he basically floated into the room, which was surprising to say the least, given his usual clumsy nature. One might be able to write it off due to the fact his mind was very much so on combat, so his body decided to cooperate this once.
Despite the fact that his gaze rested on the screens, his attention was no on them in the slightest. He was lost in the whirlwind of thoughts in his mind, weapons of all sorts, shapes and sized came to mind. Each one matched with reasons to use it, and reasons to not, and despite the list being vast in number, he was able to drop it down to two choices. These two choices had both the highest added versatility, with the lowest amount of loss to things like mobility.
His first choice was an easy one. It had practically limitless potential in terms of style and versatility, and was simply a sound choice all around as it wouldn't take up too much space on his person, and grant him a different style of assault as the need arises. He knew many different forms and styles for used with the short sword, which only added to the list of benefits. The down side was it didn't really give him as much reach as his spear, but it was certainly more than his fists.
Speaking of his fists!
That fight with Sarah revealed to him he had a knack for his hand to hand style. Naturally it was good, that went without question. Dal'Mori was a man who would spend every waking hour working it into perfection, even to the point of unconsciousness. That aside however, the fight also revealed to him he really liked fighting like that. It was a close second, if not tied with how much he enjoyed using his spears. It was a powerful fighting style, with both highly defensive and offensive capabilities. All he wanted to do was improve it. He figured something along the lines of brass knuckles would be best, maybe something designed to hurt a little more like spiked brass knuckles, or something similar.
He also entertained the idea of a pair of trench knives, which would have allowed him a dual daggers style addition to his hand to hand. The only issue he could see with it was that he would have to alter his style a little bit, just enough to add some stabs and slashes. It didn't seem like a big chance, but to change years of ingrained fighting style would take weeks, even up to a whole month! This seemed like a long period of time to Dal'Mori, but to an ordinary person this would probably seem absurd. Learning the equivalent of a whole new fighting style in a month? It seemed practically impossible.
However, if one were to take into consideration Dal'Mori was a learner through discovery and action, they wouldn't find it so hard to believe.
A kinesthetic learner, he had been called.
As he debated the pros and cons of those final two choices, he turned his attention to the battles going on. Corrinne had started her fight, with some male he had never seen before, who looked to be more magic than person. Was that the price of playing with magic? You would slowly turn into something else? He shrugged lightly when he realized he didn't care. He would give away his whole body if it meant becoming stronger.
That line of thought aside, he figured they had just started fighting, and were testing the waters, because neither looked injured or tired. He then shifted his gaze towards the only other fight going on at the moment. Akio and that woman whose name he didn't know.
The fight still seemed fairly one sided, exceptionally so when you noticed that only Akio had taken damage. However, the man was sticking in there, and even trying to turn the fight in his favor by playing some form of mind game. He guessed at that at least, he wasn't sure. The man listed off a whole bunch of characteristics that made no sense to him, and then asked what he was. He wasn't sure what the answer to the question would be, given that the obvious couldn't be the answer. Akio was a Baiter, but Dal'Mori felt that wasn't what he was looking for.
If his opponent was even half as confused as Dal'Mori was about that particular statement, he could imagine that Akio would have a shot. After all, combat was a battle of the mind and a battle of the body, it just so happened that certain people we made for different styles of each approach to combat.
The man seriously had a great deal of potential.
He sighed as the thoughts of new weapons prevailed over the distraction the combat momentarily provided and he made the decision to go about getting himself better armed.
As he made to move towards the exit, he stopped as he spotted a rather small looking woman standing all by her lonesome. Immediately he recognized her as Chen, Akio's mom. He idly wondered why she was standing by herself, and could not bring himself to let it go. Something in the back of his mind was screaming at him to invite her along, and he wasn't usually one to ignore what his body was telling him.
Thus, he walked over towards her and cleared his throat gently, not enough to startle her, but enough to bring her attention to himself. He offered her a small bow, bending himself at the waist before quickly bringing himself back up. "Excuse me, would you like to come with me to get some new weapons? I could use a little company." The words came out rather subdued, but that was to be expected. The spear carrier was on guard more often than not, so it stood to reason he would not be all that calm.
He believed that these people had the best of intentions, but he barely knew them. He had years with the people he fought with before, they had plenty of time to build up relationships, and see who works well with who. In this place? He knew nobody past their name, or in some cases combat styles. He could offer them trust, but it was tentative at best right now. They would need time to grow beyond that point, even if Dal'Mori planned on being less than a good friend.
He found himself quite pleasantly surprised when she not only expressed an interest in joining him, she seemed quite happy at the prospect. He wasn't sure what he had done to leave such a good impression, considering that episode he had not been but a few minutes ago. He didn't let that stop him from enjoying it though, she was a nice woman, and he wasn't joking when he said he wanted company.
They started off, casually strolling through the hallways. Well, for the warrior it was a casual stroll, for the woman next to him it was a hurried walk. She didn't seem to mind one bit, offering him radiant smiles every time he suggested he slow down for her, telling him not to worry one bit. He could only nod in response each time, his respect growing with each time she turned him down, until after about the third time, when he simply accepted that she wanted to move at his pace, and let it be.
Some time later, Dal'Mori found himself rather amused.
He enjoyed the quiet, enough that he could walk comfortably without much conversation. As such, the only time the silence between them was really broken was when he tripped over his own feet, or ran into something because he wasn't paying enough attention. This meant the silence was only broken by her asking if he was okay, and offering him yet another smile when he revealed he was just fine.
Now, the reason he found himself almost laughing, was because the woman besides him seemed like she wanted to ask him a question. He had been watching her out of the corner of his eye for a while now, and several time she would reach out a hand as if you get his attention only to pull it back. That, or make a soft sound like she was about to ask a question, but then pull it back.
So as to not embarrass her, he said nothing, figuring he would allow her to figure out how and/or when she wanted to ask him her question.
It was almost like a little balloon. Slowly filled with air, but once it was filled to the brim, instead of stopping the air flow, they kept blowing. Naturally, this meant there could be only one outcome.
He saw it coming from a mile away, even going so far as to be able to count it down in his head.
'Three... Two... One...'
"Do you know where you're going?" He would have snickered at the outburst, for it was quite loud, had it not been for one thing. The question caught him completely off guard, because the truth was… He had no idea where he was going. He had been so wrapped up in her presence, simply being around her that he had allowed his focus to wander.
Luckily for him, once this fact was revealed to Chen, she didn't outright laugh at him, she only giggled a little bit. He couldn't imagine why, but he shrugged it off quickly, she wasn't mad at him, he would be just fine with someone laughing at him in a light fashion.
Once that embarrassing moment was finished, she started to lead him towards where he was supposed to be going, and he was only too happy to follow along. Apparently being in the lead made Chen feel a little more in her place, a little more comfortable, because the time between her questions shortened exponentially.
She asked a lot of weird questions, as far as this particular male was concerned. Well, maybe not a lot, but some weird ones. She asked if he was hungry, if he was eating enough, if he was eating healthy foods. He responded as well as he could, but the fact was he hadn't eaten anything in some time. Two days at least. While in the induced coma they had force fed his body, as was probably necessary to save him. Since he got the Core inside of him however, he found himself not feeling as hungry. Not needing as much energy.
Hell, he didn't even need that long to heal, as by this point, both of his wounds had closed up enough they looked like they had been healing for weeks instead of minutes.
He felt a little gladdened by the knowledge that these wounds had been hidden under his clothing, otherwise he imagined she might find herself all kinds of worried over him, and he didn't need or want it. These wounds were lessons, and despite how long they took to heal, he would learn from them.
Her next question was asked quite innocently, but would have caused Dal'Mori to choke if he had been drinking anything. As it were, it mostly just caused a surprised cough, and him to snap his head towards her in surprise. He didn't even think of what her reaction might be, for her question were still going through his head.
She had asked him in anyone there had caught his heart's interest.
Dal'Mori had never even thought about it before! Never once gave it thought. Even when he was back home his heart was sold to the defense of the village. No one had ever even made moves on him! Not that he was complaining, but he was stating fact. Most females in his village would stare at him with a sort of glassy eyed look, and get red in the face. He imagined they must have been suffering some form of heat issues.
He attempted to sputter out a response, stuttering over every other word as he tried to get the words in his head to express what he felt, but the surprise was a little too great for him. He was very used to privacy and such, so someone asking him who he might even be considering being involved with was so out of the ordinary, he wasn't even sure how to respond. Add on the fact that it had honestly never really come to mind, he was floundering about for an answer.
He wasn't sure if he should thank her or serendipity, because he only had to worry about trying to answer the question for one moment longer, for shortly after she asked the question, they came upon the armory. Whether she decided to let it drop out of respect, or was simply more interested in the vast expanse of weapons before them, he didn't mind. He was glad to not have to think about that anymore. The idea of being romantically involved with anyone here would complicate things.
Speaking of a vast collection of weapons however...
Before them, stretching from wall to wall, was an immense stock pile of weapons of all sorts and sizes. Swords, Shields, Hammers, Spears. The list of the ones he could recognize grew longer and longer as his eyes spanned the room, before he started to see all sorts of weapons that didn't make sense. For example, several weapons that looked like odd variations of the weapon he had witnessed Kadiante wielding. Then there were peculiar combinations of things, like a sword impaled inside a shield, as if the shield was supposed to be its sheath.
It was then that Chen asked him a question that would change their relationship forever.
She asked him what kind of weapons he wanted.
He couldn't help himself, and he started to explain the weapon choices he had, and why he chose them, occasionally going on tangents as he looked among the rows of weapons. He loved talking about weapons, and their uses. The person in him loved weapons, and the teacher in him was always willing to share his knowledge. Even if it never came to use. The idea that there was a chance even the tiniest bits of information he gave could save a life? That drove his need to teach and share what he knew.
Briefly he found himself thinking of Nol, his blacksmith friend from home, but the conversation was so enticing, he couldn't find it within himself to feel down at the memory. Slowly but surely the conversation became more and more interesting, and they both became more and more invested. They seemed to feed off each other's energies, and the genocidal warrior found himself enjoying it greatly.
Finally, it got to the point they decided to get down to business, finding him what he needed. She offered up her knowledge on swords, by suggesting he look for the close quarters weapon he wanted, as that was always fit to taste, whereas swords could easily be assessed by anyone with enough knowledge in the art of their use or crafting. While it was clear that Chen was not a warrior, it was equally obvious she knew what she was talking about.
Within minutes of having decided to get down to business she was walking over to him with a beautifully crafted weapon. It was simple, yet elegant in its lack of true detail. It came with a sheath and a belt to hold it in place. He thanked her profusely for her assistance, and wasted no time in putting it on, the weapon resting comfortably alongside his left leg, that his right hand may draw it.
She had picked, as stated before, a rather simple version of the weapon he was looking for. However, despite the simplicity of the weapon, it was practically perfect. The balance was just right, the hilt fit into the palm of his hand as if it were designed for him, and the blade was just long enough with a sharp edge on either side, making it a double-edged weapon. She had truly went above and beyond in her selection, which made him quite happy.
He had even surprised, not only her, but himself as well when he pulled her into a tight hug.
He wasn't even sure why he had done it, but something in his gut told him this was the best way he could thank her, and well.. You know Dal'Mori enough by this point, he followed his gut.
Once he pulled away, he seemed to slip right back into being the version of himself that kept everyone at a distance. However, it should be noted, that he was standing just a little closer to her than normal, as if she was allowed past the first layer of his personal bubble.
As he turned back into his normal self, he turned back to the rack before him, explaining his conflicted feelings. On the one hand there was brass knuckles, which would simply improve his ability to do damage with his fists, which was admittedly already quite impressive. Plus he wouldn't have to learn a whole new style.
On the other hand, there was the idea that the trench knives would add a little more versatility, by granting him a second weapon, and a means of blocking while using just his fists. The downside came in at the fact that he would have to learn a different style, without any teacher to tell him if he were doing it wrong. While he did learn best through action, he didn't always instinctively know how to move.
Taking into consideration all he had said as he explained away his dilemma, she took a moment to think about it. It wasn't very long before she decided that she would go with the trench knives, bringing up a reason he was surprised to admit he hadn't even thought of. While the brass knuckles would be great for what he already had, the trench knives offered a longer reach, which would make his fighting style all the more dangerous in ordinary close quarters combat. Once he thought of that, he figured he could just use them like brass knuckles for the time being, until the new style was completely worked out. It wouldn't really change much about his style, it would just mean that his opponents would have to dodge a blade and his fist, instead of one or the other.
He nodded to himself and grabbed a pair. Where his new sword was simple, with rather average colors, like a black hilt and a silver blade, the trench knives he picked for himself were... Well, putting it lightly, a little over the top. They had blades that reached out a palm and a half, curving backwards very slowly so that the blade was still straight, but could be used for slashing should the need arise. This blade flowed outward from a very comfortable grip, which was one solid area for his hand to fit through, instead of the separate finger holes.
That all aside though, the best part for Dal'Mori, but probably the most horrifying for all his opponents hence forth, was the fact that above each knuckle of each finger that resided within the grip of the set of blades, was a positively vicious looking spike. Each looked like the head of a mace, four sharp looking prongs were welded to the shaft of a spike, all of which looked like it was ready to rip and tear.
He stared at his weapons as if in wonder such a magnificent piece of equipment could exist. He was certain these were custom made for someone who worked here before. He didn't mind one bit though, they fit like a glove.
A quick glance towards Chen had him pausing however, and he quickly attached them to his belt via a loop of some material that came apart when he pulled on it. He wasn't sure what it was, but he didn't like the idea of this woman looking at him like he was some sort of monster. The weapons were certainly monstrous, and obviously designed to be used against a monstrous foe, but he felt wrong holding them so reverently in the presence of possibly the most kind-hearted person he had met since... The event.
For a brief moment, when he turned towards her, he frozen up. Once more the incredibly recognizable visage of his mother stood before him, however it went away quickly when Chen waved her hand around in front of his face, wondering if he was feeling okay. He shook his head to rid that memory from his head, and attempted to convey his wellness.
She seemed a little uncertain for a little bit, as if she didn't believe him when he spoke of his own wellbeing, but she soon let it go, as if she recognized that some fronts could not be fought head on.
Once she reluctantly let it go, they started to head back towards the room with the monitors for two reasons, the first being obviously that they were finished, and the second being Chen expressed concern at not being there for her son.
As they headed back towards the room, the action taking less time this time around given that this time they knew where they were going, and not just blindly leading and/or following. The conversation was light, mostly it was about other baked delights, given Dal'Mori's intense interest in them, due to their sheer divine like flavor. She told him about all the different styles and flavors of cookies she could make, as well as about all sorts of other deserts that made his mouth water.
Things like: Muffins, which was like a giant soft cookie, which could have all sorts of fruits and the like in them. Dango, which were some little dumpling like things, that could also be dipped in different flavors of things. As well as something which he couldn't pronounce, so he didn't try, but it was apparently a delightfully soft goody, that could also be made several different ways. Chen might not be a chef, but she was certainly proud of her ability with these particular crafts.
In no time flat, with the shorter route and the light conversation, they found themselves standing in front of the monitors once more, getting into place to watch the fights for a few moments together.
Dal'Mori took a moment to assess himself, and found that for some reason he felt very much at peace with himself. He was still broken, the cracks were still there, but the madness that bayed at his door had abated slightly, enough for him to feel fairly calm, even enough that he could feel a little happy. His face showed nothing, but his eyes were as clear as day.
He was happy. Not completely, not enough to really make everything okay, but enough that Chen had left a life lasting impression. Even if they never saw each other again, he would remember this little woman for the rest of his life. She was the first person to make him feel comfortable since he came back.
He sighed as he turned towards her. "I thank you for your company, you have been an absolute delight. Unfortunately, I must take my leave, I have another issue I must attend to, and this one is something I'd like to take care of on my own." He offered her one last bow, a little longer than the first one, but still pretty short, before raising himself up to his full height, awaiting her response patiently.
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Power House - Level 2 - Every time you deal damage to a foe, they lose 4 Defense for the duration of the fight.
Ooc: Three things...
One: I might have gotten a little carried away. >.<
Two: I worked this out with Minnow on the side, this is not god modding.
Three: I would like to offer a big thanks to Ominous Noodles for both her cooperation on this project, and her support. heart
The world was vast, or so it appeared. Even though Akio wasn't as skilled in combat as Faelan he still had his own methods to turn things around for him. Fae had to have a bit of respect for that, but he could almost feel the condescending smile of the old man in waiting room at this point. The old fox had to have been watching the fight and was more than likely inwardly scolding Fae as he watched. When Fae was finished with Akio that old man was going to get a hard slap to the face. If it was one thing Fae disliked it was being looked down upon by those whom have no actual right too, and to Fae anyone who had not yet faced him in battle did not have the right.
When Akio started to speak once more Fae realized it wasn't the time to allow his mind to wander on about such things and quickly doubled his focus on finding the answer to the incoming question. “My favorite time is morning. Various ideas were already coming to mind, but nothing had solidified within Fae's mind just yet. “My tone varies and I am warm to the touch.” The mental list narrowed with the new information. Akio was rather devious with words wasn't he? Fae made a mental note to not and engage the man in word play in the future. It was not an area in which Faelan was skilled at anyways. I am a comfort to many, an irritant to some. Fae's brows furrowed at the words. Three things had all come to mind, but each one didn't logically fit into riddle. “But no matter what, I get the job done.” As Akio finished the sentence Fae knew then that he had officially lost. He couldn't help but release a slightly dry chuckle from underneath his mask. More and more it seemed that this Akio was becoming more and more interesting. “You win. I am at a loss.” It was clear that in a battle of wits Fae was at a loss, but he had already known this from the start. However Faelan was not one to shy away from a challenge.
Since he lost Fae was ready to honor the terms, but first he needed to deal with the incoming knife. The fatigue of the fight was wearing on him, but compared to his previous battle his body was in a much better shape. Other than the slight twinge of pain everything else was manageable. With a cold 'harumph' Fae used the back of his hand to swat the dagger from the air and send it flying out of the way. His left hand reached back and removed the short sword that fit snugly against his sword belt and then tossed it off to the side. Once the blade was free of the sheath Fae used his right hand to click the clasp on his sword belt and toss it off to the side along with the short sword. Next his right hand reached down and removed the throwing knife from his thigh before kneeling down to remove the hidden knife from the inside of his heeled boots. The hidden knife was thin and lacked an actual grip, but it would do the job if there was no other weapons around. Fae didn't bother to hesitate and quickly tossed both knives off to the side with the other discarded gear. It wasn't that Fae looked down on Akio, in fact it was quite the opposite, but a deal was a deal and Fae wasn't one to go back on his word.
“As I agreed.” Fae said nothing more as no more actually needed to be said. With a quick curtsy Fae launched himself back into the battle sprinting forward to send out a simple palm strike towards the middle Akio's chest. This attack was solid, but it was still straight forward and relatively easy to read, but it was made with all the speed that Fae could muster so dodging it wouldn't be as easy as reading it. The real purpose of the attack, whether it found its mark or not, was to put his opponent back on the defensive. After the first attack was launched Fae would quickly follow it up by utilizing the wasted momentum to execute a full spin. As Fae spun he brought up the back of his right fist and aimed it towards Akio's jaw with the full force of the spin for a quick back spinning back fist.
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One Person Army: You believe the only benefit of the A.I. Cores is to supplement your body with additional power. You abhor summoning their physical forms. While fighting without summoning an A.I. Core, you gain an additional +5 to all stats. However, if you do summon an A.I. core, you will receive a -10 to all stats instead.
Darkness. That's all Sarah saw at first. Then she felt pain. Oh God the pain. She felt like someone was pulling the skin off the side of her skull. Her mouth opened, an unheard scream ripping out of her throat, her eyes snapping open. She realized she was on her back, black figures were over her, she couldn't see clearly. Her head felt light, she almost felt sick as she looked at the light above her. It almost looked like her surgery, but for some reason there was pain. Dear God why was there so much pain? Were they torturing her? Where was her mother? She wouldn't let this happen to her, she told them to stop if there were any problems. Wasn't pain a problem?
Sarah tried to sit up, but hands pushed her down quickly. She was beginning to panick, where was her mother? “Mom! Mom! Get them off!” She begged, pushing the hands off her as she tried to rise up again, not able to hear her own voice. Where was she? Couldn't she hear her? One of the black figures grabbed on of her arms. She didn't think, she reacted. Her palm came up quick and slammed into the face of the black figure. She watched as it stumbled back, but the next thing she knew, she was completely surrounded, being forced down. Sarah began to kick and thrash, screaming again. She only knew she was screaming because of vibration in throat from it. She felt a sharp pinch in her neck, glancing toward it to see a syringe in someone's hand.
She didn't stop fighting, pain was shooting all over her, her chest, the side of her head, her leg for some reason, and now she had a pain her neck. Her fighting did slow down, and soon she saw only darkness again. Unknown to her, she had been fighting the doctors at the infirmary that had been working on fixing her port. During the fight, she had completely shattered one of the male nurse's nose, he was going to be on leave for at least month, waiting for it to heal. A few other nurses had broken ribs and arms. The head surgeon could only blame himself for not thinking to numb Sarah at all. He simply jumped right into it, thinking he would be done before the pain woke her. He wasn't going too make that mistake again.
The removal of the ports took over thirty minutes. There was more than twenty pieces of it, it wasn't just the outside part, but the part that sat under her skin just outside of her skull had been cracked badly and was missing pieces as well that stuck into part of her skull that it shouldn't. They would have to replace the inner port, allow Sarah to heal around it before placing the outer portion of the port. Putting it all together at once would hide any problems that Sarah might have. The doctor couldn't help but notice that Sarah had the weakest type of the port. Not suited for her line of work. He didn't know if the doctor before him thought she wasn't going this way, or if there was some kind of mix up. He did wonder how her ports broke so easily during the fight, and now he knew why. He would need to inform Sarah once she woke again.
Sarah slowly opened her eyes, glancing around her. The fight she put against the doctors lost completely to her. She felt stiff, flexing her fingers first, then her arms, shoulders. She tested them slightly before sitting up. It was a wrong move, feeling a wave of nausea wash over her. She glanced around to find a trash can not far from her bed, she lunged at it, her breakfast coming back quickly, leaving a foul taste in mouth. She noted that she still couldn't hear. But she didn't worry about that until her stomach was done wasting the food she had eaten hours before. With a few deep breathes, a cough or two, then spit she slowly lifted her head to find a nurse looking at her with great concern.
Sarah stared at her, wondering how she could speak to her. She didn't have her phone, quickly recognizing the hospital gown that rested on her shoulders. The nurse held a notebook, facing a page at her that read 'Are you okay?' Sarah breathed a little easy, nodding before pointing at the notebook then her to ask if she could have the notebook. The nurse handed it to her quickly, as well as a pen. Sarah quickly wrote that she just simply got up too early and the medicine just didn't help her stomach, never did. Once she showed the nurse her note, the nurse nodded then handed a cup of water to Sarah. Sarah took it gratefully, not realizing how thirsty she was until she saw the cup. It felt like her tongue was sand-paper. She quickly took a drink, looking around her headphones. She frowned when she didn't see them, quickly writing down on the paper asking where they were and turned it to the nurse.
The nurse looked at it, then looked as if she was ashamed, having forgotten to let Sarah know. She quickly wrote down that her headphones were still currently being repaired. And that she wouldn't be allowed to have them returned until the doctor took another look at her newly repaired port. Sarah nodded, a little disappointed, once she read the note. She was deaf for a while. She wrote down thank you and wished to keep the notebook for now. The nurse merely nodded and walked away. Sarah sighed to herself, glancing around her before setting to work with the notebook. She turned to a fresh page and wrote in large letters that took over the page, then did the same with the next page. It wasn't long before Sarah had a small pile of notebook pages with small messages resting on her hospital bed blanket. Thank You, Yes Please, Hello, Welcome, Why, it was a long list of things she needed and hoped she thought of everything so she could just hold up each page when someone asked or talked to her.
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Posted: Fri Dec 25, 2015 9:57 pm
Chen Kawaguchi
Chen sighed, sitting alone in the screening room. Aki had gone off with the blonde man, Acel, and Akio was in the middle of his battle, leaving her only to watch. What made her slightly upset, however, was that instead of taking the fight very seriously, he delved into asking riddles and playing around on the battle arena. And, to Chen’s great distress, was losing. Bad. He had only been struck three times, as she saw, but that was enough to slow her son down, and enough to splatter blood all over himself. Chen sighed again, raising her arms to hug herself as she watched her injured son move. The blood on him made her feel uncomfortable, but she couldn’t tear her eyes away. The fight was important to him, and she knew that, so she kept on watching. At least, right up until she saw the extent of the damage when he took his shirt off.
The mother tore her eyes away, covering her mouth as she did so. It was too much. She had already seen her own son, her own flesh and blood, bloody and injured like that once before. But, back then he was closer to death than he could be now. Still, she didn’t want to watch anymore. She had had enough. Already images flashed across her mind of two years prior. She had gotten a call from the hospital on Akio’s birthday saying he was admitted with an, at the time, unidentified woman. The images that flashed through her mind now were of Akio in a hospital bed, totally unconscious, blood staining the gauze wrapped around his head, and the sheets covering the rest of the damage. She remembered well the feeling of seeing him like that, and it was not a sight she ever wished upon anyone. Now that Aki was gone, she had no support system that would help her get through it. She had nowhere to go, and nothing to distract her.
That was, at least, until Dal’mori, the man who had given her the leaf, had walked out of his own battle and stopped to watch the fights himself. For a few moments, she decided to watch the man as he stood and watched, simply mesmerized by the fights. Or, so it seemed to be. He watched for a long time, not really taking his eyes off the screen, so she decided to watch as well, forcing herself to watch her son get beaten. She knew it was part of his job now… She had to accept it. No matter how much she didn’t like it, he was in it to win, now, and there was nothing she could do about it. But, lucky for her, a soft cough brought her attention. She looked up to see a Dal’mori watching her, then dipping into a bow as she watched him. Then, he asked such a delightfully simple question that she simply couldn’t refuse. "Excuse me, would you like to come with me to get some new weapons? I could use a little company."
The way the man asked, he was almost hesitant to ask, or rather simply quiet, but he sounded rather earnest in his wishes to have her accompany him. This made her smile, enthusiastically agreeing to the inquiry. Oh, she was so happy to have something else to do, even if she felt awful for leaving her son in the middle of a fight. Still, she couldn’t bring herself to watch a moment longer. There was only so long that anyone could watch their child be beaten and bloodied in front of them again.
From that, she followed the rather tall man out, simply amazed at how tall he was. And his hair was longer than she was tall! Dal’mori seemed to be so much more at ease than he was before when she had talked to him, which brought a rather happy smile on her face. Was he lightening up? Was he calm, and walked rather confidently and smoothly. The way he moved was so much different than before…. It brightened her day, really.
That is, until she noticed that they were going the complete wrong way. ‘should I say something?’ she wondered to herself, ‘maybe he has somewhere to be? something else to do?’ She just didn’t know. For a second, Chen opened her mouth to say something, but closed it. Would it be rude to ask? She lifted her hand to tug lightly on his sleeve, but stopped herself. No, he didn’t like being touched. This repeated a few more times before she finally said something. “Do you know where you’re going?” She asked, honest curiosity in her voice. And, as it turned out… He didn’t. When he realised his blunder, she giggled lightly at the mistake, and told him to follow her, and took the lead to the armoury.
This made her a lot happier than she realised, adding another ounce of pep to her step as she walked. Because she was so happy, she began to ask questions about the man, having significant pauses between them. There was never a really uncomfortable silence between the two, but the man was rather quiet and gave her short answers. This, however, did not bother her in the slightest. The questions she asked were simple enough, asking if he were hungry, if he was eating okay, or healthy. She asked if he was, overall, doing okay. All of these questions he answered rather smoothly, knowing fairly well what to say to her as she gave him each question.
Until she asked about his love life. The question was met with sputtering and stammering. It was rather obvious that he had never actually thought of the possibility before. A thought that rather amused Chen, to the point where she let out another giggle. He was so flustered that he could barely speak a sentence! This Dal’mori man was rather adorable, all things considered. When he was alone with her, he was relaxed and so honest, if a little quite. On top of all of that, he was comfortable enough to stumble on his words, rather than close himself up. Chen couldn’t help but smile and feel at ease herself. Especially now that they had finally made it to the armoury, and Dal’mori was saved from her prodding question.
Chen walked up to the booth, looking over the weaponry available. There was such a large selection that she didn’t know what to look at first! Trench Knives, Katanas, Wakizashis, and so much more. Even then, they didn’t simply have swords or knives, but ranged as well. She was so impressed with the selection that she had to place her fingertips on her mouth, her almond shaped eyes gazing over everything that was available, taking it all in. There was just so much of it! But, soon, she stood up and turned to Dal’mori with an excited sigh, and a bright smile. “So, what kind of weapon do you want?” Something in him changed, and his expression went bright as she waited for an answer. The change was so refreshing that she herself was swept away in the excitement of his explanation. Dal’mori launched himself into teacher mode, explaining to him which ones he liked, and which ones he loved and giving why’s to both. Which ones that he preferred working with, even. He got so into his explanation, she had no room to even have a question! This didn’t bother her, though. Instead, it made her happy. The man was in his element, and knew what he needed and what he wanted, but couldn’t decide between options.
Then, she saw one that fit him so perfectly that she had to pick it up. It was beautiful, yet simple in its elegance that it begged to be used. It practically screamed his name. When she lifted it, she felt that he would love it, so she turned to him and showed him the marvelous weapon. Chen was pleasantly surprised that he loved it. But, then again, of course he would. After twenty five years of motherhood, especially with the son that she had, she had learned rather well to read people. However, what had surprised her the most was when he pulled her into a hug. It was warm and tight, if a little brief. She hugged him back, gently placing her arms around the man who was much larger than her. Chen could feel the tightly packed muscles that showed his time as a warrior, but she could also feel the tenseness relax in his back. The feeling of the hug would remain with her the rest of the day, and she was very pleased to note that he was much more comfortable standing closer to her. Ugh, she was so happy. The perfect distraction to what her son was doing, even if it was a short trip.
With a sigh, though, she admitted to worrying for her son in the fight, and having to go back. Chen still didn’t want to, but she felt it was necessary to do. Despite not wanting to see her son in that kind of condition again, she wanted to be there when he was done with his battle. It was her original goal, after all.
So, they paid and made their way back, making idle chatter along the way, Chen telling him about all of the baked goods that she loved making. Things like muffins, dango, and daifuku. He seemed to be rather interested in those foods, so she made a mental note to make a sample platter of each and bring them one day. Perhaps invite the man over for dinner one day and serve those as dessert. It didn’t take long for them to reach the waiting room once more, where she was rather obviously uncomfortable now. She didn’t want to look up and see her child in pain. No mother wanted to see that, not really. So, she kept her eyes on Dal’mori, listening to his rather respectful goodbyes.
Dal’mori bowed to her, which made her fluster a little, turning red around the ears. He was bowing to her! Did he really respect her that much? Was she that important to this man that he felt it was necessary? But… he looked so happy, so refreshed, and so much better than when she had first met him. That, at least made her smile. But, unfortunately, he had other things to attend to. Chen smiled at this, understanding that there were other things to do.
“You’re very welcome, sweetheart. Anytime you want someone to talk to, or go with you somewhere, you can contact me.” She said with a smile, handing the man a paper with her phone number on it. Chen didn’t know that Dal’mori didn’t know what that was or what the numbers meant, but she wanted there to be a way to contact her aside from going through her son. “I’d lo-” But she never got to finish her sentence, as just then another man walked into the room.
This man looked like Akio in almost every single way. The two shared the same height, the same look, the same eyes. There were minor differences between the two, one being that the man had no tattoos, nor piercings. Chen gasped, placing a hand over her heart delicately. She was not upset to see her husband, but she certainly was shocked. “Katsu! I thought you weren’t able to show up?” She asked, happily receiving a kiss on the cheek from the man.
Katsu nodded, a small smirk thrown to the motherly woman. It was obvious to tell, now, where Akio got his attitude from. “I finished up early. Who’s this?”
Chen smiled at her husband, then to Dal’mori. “Dal’mori. He’s a Baiter, like Aki and Akio.” She hoped that the two would get along, but there were certain doubts that they ever would. Especially if…
“Huh.” Katsu began, his eyes scrutinising Dal’mori as he spoke. “A baiter…” He did that. Katsu Kawaguchi sounded similar to Akio as well, though his voice was more serious in the sheer amount of a** hole that was there. Katsu wasn’t playing, he was serious when he said what he did, whereas Akio usually had a lilt to it, like he was just pretending to be an a*****e. This man, oh no. This man was the real deal.. “The warriors of our time, the ones to make things better. Don’t make me laugh….” Chen sighed, crossing her arms. He had an accent like his mother’s, and that was where his differed from Akio’s one again. Katsu’s voice had no sarcasm to it, no laughter or joking aura to it. It was jabbing, and pointed like he had a personal vendetta against the organisation itself.
“I’m sorry, he doesn’t have a very good opinion about these things. Perhaps I’ll see you again soon.” She said with a smile, hoping that he would leave at that moment. She didn’t want anything to start between the two. Chen did love Katsu, but he was so hard to deal with sometimes… And she knew that if Dal’mori took offence to what Katsu said, it wouldn’t end well. With a sigh, she turned back to Katsu shaking her head. “I thought we agreed that you wouldn’t take out your frustrations about Akio on the others. It isn’t their fault.”
Katsu crossed his arms over his broad chest, walking into the room fully, watching the fight between his son and Faelan. “He’s still an engineer, no matter how much he doesn’t want to be anymore. His reasoning is flimsy at best, and he’s never going to be good enough to match the others.” He said, blatantly insulting the abilities of his own son. Chen, followed her husband into the room, not letting her eyes fall onto the screen. If there was anything they ever truly fought with her husband over, it was Akio’s choice to leave their company.
“He’s doing well. You didn’t see the rest of the fight. He was doing well for a long time.” She defended her son as best she could, still not quite able to watch the fight.
Katsu noticed this, looking down at his wife, his eyes softening only a little. “Look at you. You can’t even watch. And you think that this is the place for him?” Katsu laughed, looking back up at the screen. “Go home, Chen. This isn’t something you should watch in the first place.” He focused on watching the fight, ignoring what Chen had to say further about their son.
Chen had nothing to say, however, so she simply turned and left, walking out of the waiting room to go home, leaving Akio to deal with his father when he got out of his fight. She could only hope for the best.
35 - 23 = 12 (12 - 100 = 88 - 15x2) 60% Chance Akio had won... He had won the battle of wits! He could see the confusion in the woman's face as the wheels turned in her head. This riddle was one he made up on the fly, thinking about ways in which to describe his favorite drink. One which was always in his hand in the mornings. However, he wouldn't quite say the answer just yet. For that moment, he wanted to bask in the glory of her not knowing what exactly it was that he was talking about. She seemed to acknowledge that he was clever with words, and won the battle of wits. At least it would be one thing he could win this time around. Akio let out a chuckle, placing his free right hand over the wound in his shoulder once again. Blood was still oozing out, but it had already coagulated into a thicker mess that seeped from the wound and between his fingers. It felt gross, having the thick liquid between his fingers. It was never a comfortable feeling, but he wasn't in too much pain, at least for the moment.
Adrenaline rushed through his veins from the battle and dopamine filled his brain from the rush of winning the challenge he brought forth. He felt good... Very good.
The anger dissipated faster than he thought it would, though he still didn't quite like Fae. He was just... happy. Yes, that was the word. Happy. Akio had beaten her, which meant that at least at one thing, she failed. This brought a smile to his lips as he watched his opponent drop their weapons, as promised. There were a lot, but over all, there was less than he expected. Fae had carried two swords into battle, as far as he had seen, and a rather impressive array of daggers, which he also used to his own advantage. Then, there was one last hidden knife in their boot, which she added to the pile of discarded weapons. Akio though the amount she carried a little ridiculous, but he usually carried only one or two weapons at a time, preferring the company of only the katana. If he had a wakizashi, though, he would feel even better. "Guddo kimochiyoku." He said, slowly, the smirk still on his face.
Once again, Fae sprinted in for an attack. However, this time, Akio felt better about everything and worked with a clearer head. When the strike to the chest came, Akio pushed her arm to the side with an open palm, pushing her off to his left side. But then, she twisted around, using what was left of her forward momentum into a swift strike to his face. Fae was so fast, it was nearly blinding. But, so was Akio. With a sure movement, Akio moved his head and went into a punch of his own, directed at the woman's pretty little face. If there was going to be one hit that landed on this person, he wanted it to be this one.
Akio gave her one last sentence before anything else happened. The answer to his little riddle. "The answer was coffee."
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B.A.I.T.R Standing: 34 Health: 208/460 Control Limit: 268
Power House - Level 1 - Every time you deal damage to a foe, they lose 2 Defense for the duration of the fight.
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Posted: Fri Dec 25, 2015 10:54 pm
Dal'Mori Cestrol Menne
He was anticipating several things.
Another cookie and a pleasant farewell.
A happy see you later, followed by him going to go find Sarah.
What he was not expecting to happen was a man that looked like some ridiculous version of Akio walking into the area he shared with Chen. Immediately he was on edge, something about the man just did not sit well with him, however he chose to keep his mouth closed, there was no reason to fly off the handle. After all, if Chen was able to seem even slightly happy the man showed up, he couldn't be that bad right?
The first thing he noticed was some immediate differences in them, the fact that he was Akio's father was ridiculously obvious. The first of which was the way they held themselves. Where Akio seemed rather brash, and was quite the b*****d, he seemed easy enough to get along with if his interactions with Kadiante were anything to go by. The flip side of this coin was the man that stood before him now, who seemed to self-assured that he could have passed for a massive teenager.
If he was being honest with himself, he was finding it hard to not laugh at this new man, this fact slowly relaxing him. Akio was dressed practically, loose enough clothing he was able to move at his maximum speed in them without any hindrance. This man seemed to confine himself to the grasping hands of whatever that ridiculous outfit he was wearing. It seemed like it was tailor made to fit him specifically, but the truth of the matter was, it was not practical at all.
If they were to be attacked right now, how would this man handle himself?
He supposed he would have to get used to the idea that not everyone had lived alongside those beasties for their whole life.
As he was sizing this ridiculous looking man in his monkey suit, Chen was conversing with him. He felt himself straighten up, and his eyes locked onto where this new man's eyes were. He felt like he was a wolf, being stared down by another wolf. It was weird, because he knew he could easily lay waste to this man. He seemed strong, no doubt about it, but he was not a warrior. He might know some skills, but there was no question in his mind Dal'Mori would wipe the floor with Katsu.
He found it a little odd that he was consumed with a surging need to stand up for himself against this man, like he was being weighed and found wanting.
Then he opened his mouth...
One could practically hear the ice form, as a cold fury swept over his whole body, and his eyes turned into glaciers as he attempted to stare daggers into the other man's head.
How dare this man?
How dare he?!
He walks into the base of the one thing keeping those monsters dead, and thinks they are some kind of laughing matter? He couldn't hold it in, he wasn't sure what drove it, but something inside of him wanted to kill this man for his words. The only reason he stopped himself for hauling off and decking the man was because Chen stayed around, literally the only thing keeping him rooted to his spot.
His teeth were grinding together, and one could swear he was growling as he glared harshly at the man as he walked by and into the room. He felt even more insulted that this ridiculous man would think so little of him! He was a proud warrior damn it! No one called him a fool for being so!
So lost in his anger, he didn't even realize things had moved forward around him, but he was snapped back into reality when he watched Chen leave the room. He offered her a nod as she moved along to go about her business.
He will admit to this...
He tried.
He really, really tried.
However, in this one case, he found no reason to not indulge the darkness that swelled within him, like an all-consuming beast, fully intent on taking every little drop of Dal'Mori, who was all too happy to hand it over in exchange for the power to do what he needed too. What he wanted too.
He stepped into the room behind the man who had just moments ago so callously called everything he now fought for the equivalent of nothing, his eyes frosted over as if they were of the arctic themselves. The cold rage poured off him like fog from a freezer. So potent was the anger he felt, that he would be very surprised if Akio's father remained oblivious to his presence.
That didn't stop him however, and with a quick swipe of his wrist, the tip of his blade was pointed at Katsu. If Katsu noticed his presence, the second he turned to look at Dal'Mori is when the weapon would be drawn, at a speed the civilian would probably find himself hard pressed to match. If he didn't notice, then the blade would rest on his shoulder, just enough to bring his attention away from the screen and onto the threat behind him.
He only had a few choice words to speak, and he would not stick around long enough for the male to attempt anything after he finished his piece. He figured it would probably be a bad thing to spill the blood of an innocent within the walls of the organization he worked for.
"If you ever speak ill of the Path of the Warrior again, rest assured I will find you. I will reach you. Then, I will make you beg for death." His words were quiet as a whisper, but without a shadow of a doubt they were loud enough to be heard. It was a vague threat, but those were often times the worst, for it left one's own imagination to work against them.
As previously stated, he left quickly. His body practically turning on the spot, his sword finding itself in its sheath within that movement. He walked out of the room without another word and slammed the door behind him for effect.
He started to breathe slowly as he walked away. He had gone a little far perhaps, but his anger was slowly growing out of his control.
The bad part?
He couldn't find it within himself to care.
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B.A.I.T.R Standing: 67 Health: 364/420 Control Limit: 532
Skill: 50 [--] Strength: 48 [50] Defense: 35 [--]
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Power House - Level 2 - Every time you deal damage to a foe, they lose 4 Defense for the duration of the fight.
The fact that he lost made a part of his stomach ache in a way that was not easy to handle. It wasn't a completely unfamiliar feeling, but for someone whom often times simply shut off his emotions it was always a bit disheartening to feel such a thing. It wasn't jealousy or fear. No, such emotions were long since discarded from his mind. Instead it was a feeling more akin to anger or more than likely a sense of self loathing. In the world where sheep are slaughtered by wolves it payed to be the wolf. In a battle of the minds however Fae was undoubtedly the sheep. Still Faelan knew better than most that strength could take on more than one appearance. So he quickly pushed the feeling down and retained the previous emotionless expression that he had entered the battle with. After all his opponent was not weak, but instead was simply unskilled. Though, with a little bit of luck, Akio was definitely holding his own commendably. It seemed his mood was quite good as well since Akio had even managed to successfully dodge the last two attack with minimum effort.
A blank slate. That was the current running command in Fae's mind, and like a computer he began deleting the various other feelings or observations that were unnecessary and managed to focus everything on the fight itself. Fae was so ingrained in the fight that even when Akio spoke the words did not register. A portion of his mind still held back the true consciousness however. As Akio's punch was unleashed Fae's body was already implementing the counter. Fae did not move right away instead his body relaxed and as the punch neared he relied on his graceful foot work, and body control, to spin with the punch. It would appear to the common eye that Fae had taken the hit and was currently spinning from the impact, but in truth it was a quick instinctive dodge that used the momentum of his opponents attack to fuel the counter. As Fae completed the rotation his left hand shot out to grab Akio by the wrist while his right hand moved up with a fist to send a forward strike to the Jaw. As the strike neared Fae would yank back with his left hand hopefully pulling Akio off balance enough to allow the hit to land. Whether the hit landed or not the next actions where the same. Fae would back up two steps letting go of any hold on his opponent. Being Akio was still slight taller than him left Fae at a disadvantage if they were to get into a grappling match. Shifting his weight forward Fae would close the distance once again between the two and send out another palm strike. This time it was aimed for Akio's abdomen where he had sliced across it previously.
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B.A.I.T.R Standing: 42 Health: 400/400 Control Limit: 340
Skill: 30 [36] Strength: 30 [35] Defense: 25 [30]
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One Person Army: You believe the only benefit of the A.I. Cores is to supplement your body with additional power. You abhor summoning their physical forms. While fighting without summoning an A.I. Core, you gain an additional +5 to all stats. However, if you do summon an A.I. core, you will receive a -10 to all stats instead.
35 - 23 = 12 (12 - 100 = 88 - 15x2) 60% Chance It was so strange to Akio that anyone could be so emotionless. That, really, was what bothered Akio. She was blank, empty, void of any emotion. It was bizarre! Every so often, Fae showed the slightest bit of emotion, but never enough to get a read on her. The emotions always shoved down so far so fast. Akio was rather expressive in the way he showed his feelings on his face, even if it was through a thin layer of concealment. He had never been able to truly master the technique of ridding the face of emotion. Perhaps, though, that was a good thing.
However, this fight was... odd. Odd in the sense that this person who he was fighting went from this flirtatious young woman, to a bloodthirsty monster, to ... this. Something was very wrong with this person, and it didn't sit right with him. However, when Fae rolled with his punch, Akio didn't allow himself to stop moving. Fae spun rather gracefully, twisting away from his punch, then grabbing Akio's wrist in an attempt to use his own momentum as a way to make the attacks hit harder.
But, Akio was getting smart, and his eyes keener. Twisting himself, he pulled his wrist out of the hold Fae had him in, allowing him to dance away just as gracefully as Fae had only a moment ago. Then, when the palm strike came at his already seeping wound, he pulled the arm, then ducked under Fae to send her flying with whatever strength he could. Whether or not this attack actually worked, he was willing to try it. At this point, he had lasted longer in the fight than he had originally anticipated, and therefore wasn't doing too horribly.
While Fae was in the air, he would attempt to slam her into the ground, his elbow going straight into her stomach as he did so. From there, he would jump back, away from his opponent to maintain distance. Already, he could tell he was getting better at fighting, and already he could tell how to fix mistakes he made in combat. Now, all that was left was to train to the ping where it became second nature. Akio sighed, cracking his neck as he watched Fae. Easy, right?
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The battle was finally entering into what could be called its peak. Each fighter was finally exchanging blows non-stop. However as Fae's last strike fell through and Akio moved to throw him, Fae bent his knees and launched himself in the air. Once in the air Fae let his body rotate over itself in a half flip and then, using Akio's grip to anchor himself, twisted in the air freeing himself from Akio's grip in the process. Fae lightly landed on his feet only a few steps away. Without hesitation Fae took two steps forward before rolling his shoulders down and twisting his hips. His back leg shot out in a spinning hook kick that was aimed directly at Akio's jaw. It was a move primarily used in Taekwondo. Unlike the sport version of the Martial Art this move held a slightly older origin and was made to break bones and knockout the opponent than score points. Either way Fae was no longer playing around. Each strike carried with it the intent of ending the opponent.
If the attack succeeded Fae would wait for Akio to collect himself before making the next attack. If Akio dodged he would use the momentum of his kick to finish the full rotation of the kick. Either way Fae had already planned the next attack. Fae would launch forward and lash out with his left hand in a straight punch towards the side of Akio's chest. The punch would utilize the full force of his body as he was trained.
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B.A.I.T.R Standing: 42 Health: 400/400 Control Limit: 340
Skill: 30 [36] Strength: 30 [35] Defense: 25 [30]
Tactical Advantages
One Person Army: You believe the only benefit of the A.I. Cores is to supplement your body with additional power. You abhor summoning their physical forms. While fighting without summoning an A.I. Core, you gain an additional +5 to all stats. However, if you do summon an A.I. core, you will receive a -10 to all stats instead.
35 - 23 = 12 (12 - 100 = 88 - 15x2) 60% Chance 150 - 66 = 84 x2 = 168 As expected, the throw did nothing, and Fae managed to slip out of the grip he had on her wrist. Then, before he could really do anything about it, a swift kick to his jaw. This disoriented him greatly, throwing him off balance and knocking him back farther than he really wanted to be. Fae wasn't ******** around anymore, and her blows really showed that. Lucky for him, Fae gave him some time to breath and snap back into fighting stance. Or, at least, do the best he could at the time. Akio had an issue with migraines, but he always knew when one was coming on, or was ready to come on. Now, he had a feeling in his head, a tingling sensation and a pressure behind his eyes that told him what he really didn't need to know.
It was high time that this fight ended, so he prepared for the next blow that he knew and saw coming, but didn't bother to block it. He wasn't going to win, and he knew this from the beginning, so there was no issue in taking the punch. However, he wouldn't let it hit in a place that was so vital as his chest. So, he moved, ever so slightly, so the punch would land to his shoulder, having forgotten about the large stab wound that had not yet stopped oozing. Of course, it hurt a lot more than he had anticipated, but it was better than being hit in the chest. Admittedly, the move was actually a poor attempt to dodge the blow, but he would more than likely play it off like he did it on purpose.
Again, this rather simply knocked him off his feet, and it took him a second to even think about retaliating. But then again, he felt as if one more punch and he would fall unconscious. Already his head was getting fuzzy, and the pain was already spreading from his temples outward. This migraine was going to be a bad one, he could already feel it. "Chikushō..." Akio swore, unable to tell if this particular migraine was one of the random ones, or if it was because of the direct blow to the jaw. Could have been a mixture of both. The pain of his oncoming headache mixed with the pain of his injuries were enough to tire him out, and enough to be done with the whole thing. "Watashi wa kore de owaridesu!" He said, standing up and taking a breath for himself, trying to push the pain out of his mind, at least for now. It was only then that he had defaulted to Japanese when he spoke, which was never really a good sign, at least to him. Happened every single time he had one, but now was the worst time to show that he even had chronic migraines, so he took a deep breath and spoke again. "I conceit. There's no point in continuing after this point." He said, controlling his voice so it showed none of the pain he felt.
From there, he simply walked out of the arena, not saying another word to Fae, walking back to the waiting room, not quite looking forward to what Granny had to say about his fight. However, when the doors opened to reveal the room, all he saw was his father's face, staring at him with a smirk on his stupid face. The man wore a look that seemed to say 'I told you so!' and that pissed him off more than most anything else could. "Anata wa koko de nani o shite iru no." Akio spoke, his voice low and cold, not asking, but demanding an answer.
Katsu simply smiled, and cocked his head, preparing some choice words that Akio knew weren't going to set well with him... "Mochiron, watashi no musuko o hōmon." Katsu spoke louder than necessary, obviously picking up on what Akio had done his best to hide. The vindictive b*****d....
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B.A.I.T.R Standing: 34 Health: 40/460 Control Limit: 268
Power House - Level 1 - Every time you deal damage to a foe, they lose 2 Defense for the duration of the fight.
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Posted: Sat Dec 26, 2015 1:39 pm
Dal'Mori Cestrol Menne
He sighed heavily as he stood outside the entrance into Sarah's room, the doctors had made note of the murderous look on his face and asked him to keep it short, or calm down.
That doctor was almost introduced to the wrong side of Dal'Mori's fist, except for the fact that he slipped on something one the floor. What it was, no one could really tell, but one second Dal'Mori was standing tall, every bit the proud man he was, the next he was laying on the floor, his feet having slipped right out from underneath him, looking like an incompetent moron.
This clumsy warrior mumbled under his breath at the doctor who was walking away with a smug look on his face, the words something his mother would probably smack him for.
However, when he fell, instead of rising to his feet, he lay there, staring up at the ceiling, where luck would have it, he could see one of the fans that circulated the air. He stared at it, his mind slowly picking up into the whirlwind of motion this fan matched without effort. He was angry, that was certain, and now that he had a moment of calm just but a few moments before, he realized that he had never really experienced this before.
It felt like his body wanted to always be on. Always moving. Always fighting or hurting something. He felt his hand clench up as he thought about destroying something nearby to help calm himself down, but he refrained. He had probably already worked up an impressive amount of debt with how much he had broken since he showed up, and with no means of paying it off unless it involved fighting, he had no desire to make it a steeper hill to climb.
So he laid there, ignoring several protests, and several people begging him to move out of the flow of traffic. He was not used to so many people asking him to move, where he came from he was more than able to lay about wherever he felt, but then again most people at his home knew about his tendency to destroy just by being in the vicinity of them. Here? Rumor had spread fast sure, but they hadn't really understood what it meant.
After all, it was one thing to hear about it, another entirely to see it firsthand.
It took him a few minutes longer, within which he managed to find some semblance of balance. He wasn't quite calmed down, but he certainly was not as hyped up anymore. By this point the people had simply started treating him like a piece of furniture, ignoring him and passing by like he never existed.
This fact both helped and hurt him. It helped him because no one was paying attention to him, no pressure to be anything he wasn't, no one watching him be something he shouldn't be and then getting mad at him for it, nothing along those lines what so ever.
It hurt at the same time, because no one was paying attention to him. It seemed a little weird to have the same reason for both, but in this instance it made sense. For while it was great they did not pay enough attention to him to see he looked ready to kill them all, at the same time it was almost like he didn't exist. Like he was just another face in the crowd. A part of him relished this fact, because it was freeing. At the same time, a part of him hated it with a passion. He didn't mind people not looking up to him like he was some sort of god, but he didn't want to be completely ignored like he didn't matter.
It was an interesting combination of emotions.
Once he felt he could move about, he took one final breath and rose to his feet, finding himself wishing he had someone offering him a hand. It would have made his day, but unfortunately in this place? In this place he was nobody.
That fact stung.
He shrugged it off and walked over to where he was told he would find Sarah, which is where we found our favorite combat genius at the start of this all. He lifted a hand up to knock, only to smack himself in the forehead. He had been told she couldn't hear right now, and he was going to try and knock? He rolled his eyes at his own stupidity, before slowly opening the door. He slipped a hand inside the light crack and waved his hand around a bit to gain attention.
He then waited a moment, letting her have a little time to herself before he entered, in case she was not prepared for him to come in.
After waiting around two or three minutes, he finally walked into the room. He turned to close the door, making sure it would be able to close smoothly, before turning around and taking a few steps forward, his hand reaching into the inside of his jacket to pull out her daggers for her. This being one of the major reasons he came to see her, the other being he desired to lay some ground work to perhaps invite her to join his team.
Throughout all of this, Dal'Mori's eyes never lifted high enough, or turned far enough to actually look at her, all with good reason though. He was not trying to avoid her in anyway, just had a few things that occupied his gaze for a few moments as he stepped into the room.
What happened next was something you would have to see to believe.
He turned his head to look at her, a small shift in his lips indicating a smile appearing, as he attempted to make himself look less scary, his hands pulling out her weapons, slowly so as to ensure he didn't scare her or anything. When his face was fully turned towards her, he took in the sight that met him, and what he saw he couldn't believe.
She had snakes inside her head! Several different color snakes!
He fell backwards in his race to get away, stumbling with every step, the sheer shock at seeing such an unexpectedly gruesome sight was something he was clearly not prepared for. His backwards motion was halted when his back hit a nearby cabinet, his eyes wide and wild with fear as he stared at her, though luckily enough for him the only thing that happened from his movement was some stick with several dozen little strands of cloth connected to one end falling forward a little bit.
Once the shock wore off, and he realized that the things he considered to be snakes, weren't moving like anything alive he had ever seen before in his life, or at all when Sarah's head was still. This lead him to the conclusion that there was more magic at work here, and once more he found himself ready to pay the price. He might be a little weirded out by the fact that those snake looking things were in her head, but that was something he could learn to live with, especially if they remained as stationary as the ones that she had.
He figured the best way to get over this instance, was to just plow along, so he made no mention of the situation that had just occurred, and using both of his hands to speak to her, having let go of the daggers when he almost fell, he basically told her he was here to return them, and see how she was doing. Once he finished he kept one eye on her as he bent down to pick up the weapons, making to hand them over to her.
It was in this instance that something unbelievable able happened. The one thing you had to see to believe. As he was standing there, the pair of daggers in hand ready to hand them over, while Dal'Mori looked like he was trying to get himself back together, the stick from earlier started to move. The sound drew enough attention that Dal'Mori was able to glance towards it with his eyes, with just enough time to see it fall.
There was a scraping sound of wood on metal, and the sound of a massive cacophony of sound, as a metal tray was hit by the handle of the mop, sending it flipping, tossing all of its contents into the air.
Within seconds everything seemed to calm down as everything tossed into the air landed where they were going to, creating a mess unlike any he had done here yet.
Of course, Dal'Mori was still standing perfectly still, his arm outstretched, the weapons still in his hands.
The major difference?
The bowl of ice cream Sarah had on that table landed on his head. The cold freezing him in place, he literally could not move. Two reasons ran through his head for this, the first being his head was cold because this stuff was cold, the other was because he felt a small glob of it resting at the collar of his shirt, and he was afraid of moving to allow it access down the back of his shirt.
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Skill: 50 [--] Strength: 48 [50] Defense: 35 [--]
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Power House - Level 2 - Every time you deal damage to a foe, they lose 4 Defense for the duration of the fight.
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Zenko Kaze
Posted: Sat Dec 26, 2015 4:27 pm
"Doko no okāsan wa ikimashita ka?" Akio didn't care about what his father had to say, wracked with pain and in a horrible mood, now that Katsu had showed up. Akio leaned against the wall for support, his head finally beginning to split open. The room was a little too bright, and anything above a whisper hurt him to hear. There were so many sounds, thoughts, feelings, and lights. Those damn lights! Akio gritted his teeth subconsciously, in hopes to take his mind of the pain and the impending fight.
"Anata no tatakai wa, kanojo ga mite keizoku shite jibun jishin o motte kuru koto ga dekinakattanode warukattadesu. Kanojo wa satta." Katsu spoke louder than he normally would, intentionally jabbing at the sensitivity to sound his son was currently feeling. A grin spread across Katsu's face as he watched his son's reaction to the words. Akio was getting mad, icicles forming in his chest, and his stare growing cold and dangerous. Even that badly beaten, Akio could have done serious damage to his father, if he weren't careful. But Katsu kept talking, intentionally saying things that would get under Akio's skin. "Anata wa hontōni anata ga kore o okonau koto ga dekiru to omoimasu ka?" Katsu asked the million dollar question, the one Akio even questioned himself. Was he good to do this? Was he good enough to fight with these people?
Akio's blood went cold, so angry that his father was saying the things that were exactly what he didn't want to hear. He knew he could do it. He KNEW he could. With little to no training, he beat his first A.I. Core in the Half exam, and in this fight he was just in, he took on someone who was an obviously skilled fighter and lasted for a rather long time. He did well, even if he didn't land in a hit. Through gritted teeth, Akio responded quietly, yet with very angry words. "Hai. Watashi wa jissai ni, okonaimasu." Akio pushed himself off of the wall as best as he could and walked up to his father. He was still in an immense amount of pain, and blood still oozed from the wound he received on his shoulder. While it had already began to heal, the gash was bruised and cracked, fresh blood leaking from the punch directly to it. He placed his right hand over the wound, preventing too much blood to leak from it. If he wanted any way of healing, he was going to need to go to the infirmary to get patched up. Or, better yet, find one of those damn bots that had a tendency to wander around this stupid organization. His father ran the business that made and distributed them, and Akio knew just how to mess with one.
Katsu, however, only laughed at his son's attempt, shaking his head in disappointment. "Fuzakeru na. Anata wa sentōkide wa arimasen. Kesshite naidearou, to naru koto wa dekimasendeshita." Akio couldn't even argue with him just yet, but the anger only continued to rise as his father continued to speak. "Korera no hitobito wa iku tame ni dokoni mo arimasen kowareta to ikatteiru kodomo-tachi ga, nani mo arimasen. Soshite, anata wa, Akio no wa yoide wa arimasen." Katsu placed his arms at his side and watched his son's reaction.
It was a strong one, too. Akio had just lost the battle, had a migraine, and was already in pain from the rest of his injuries. It didn't help that Katsu was talking too loud for Akio to handle, and the lights were just a little bit too bright. "Shikashi, watashi wa, anata ga rikai shite imasen." Akio began, his voice lower than his father's, and spiked with ice shards which would be damaging to any normal human being. "Anata wa kesshite, dochira kadeshou." Akio stepped forward, placing his bloodied hand on his father's chest to push him aside and leaving a stain of blood on the thousand dollar suit. "Doke."
Akio pushed passed the man, making his clumsy way to the door which led out of the waiting room. When he got to the door, he leaned on the door frame for support himself as he walked. Again, he gritted his teeth, angry that any of this was actually getting to him. Perhaps it was the aches in his body, and the pounding in his head that did it for him. Or, perhaps it were the words his father said next that set him off. "Anata wa hontōni kore ga Kimiko ga nozomu monoda to omoimasu ka?"
There it was, the one thing that Akio never wanted anyone to bring up. Akio shook in anger, his entire body iced over in rage. No, she wouldn't want this of him, but that's not why he did it. It was his fault, and he had to fix that. And Katsu didn't even stop there. "Betsu no otoko, Dal' mori wa, watashi o odoshimashita. Anata ga sono yōna kaibutsu ni natta baai wa, futatabi wagayade wa kyoka sa remasen."
At that, all Akio could do was laugh. Become like him.... That was funny. Dal'mori was powerful and skilled, and an all over better man than him. There was no way Akio could ever become like that. But, he couldn't tell his father that. "Ā, watashi wa narimasu." And he left, stumbling down the hall in the direction of the infirmary. By now, his head was breaking open, feeling as if someone were banging on it with a sledge hammer. The muscles in his body almost refused to work properly, and he could feel the blood dripping down his chest, possibly leaving a trail on the floor as he walked. He didn't care, though. The one thing he wanted at that moment were some pain killers. Something, anything, to end this pain that he was in.
He stumbled into the infirmary not caring about anyone who was in the room. His eyes were set on the medicine cabinet that held the drugs he was looking for. When he got to his goal, he yanked it open, squinting his eyes against the bright lights of the room. He fumbled with the bottles available, reading each one before cursing about everything being in English, then finally finding the medication specifically for migraines. He opened the bottle and took two dry, before closing the bottle and practically throwing it back in and slamming the cabinet shut.
Almost immediately, he regretted the action, the sound causing another sharp pulse of pain to run across his temples, behind his eyes. He winced, turning his head to find a KB-4 roll into the room. "Kawaguchi-san~" It greeted, as loud and peppy as it was programed to be. Before the damned thing asked him how he was, Akio bent down next to it and tore open the back panel and linked the bot to his wrist watch, which then projected a screen in front of Akio which he began tapping away on, messing with the programming of the bot. There was something he wanted it to do, but it was only a minor change. He just wanted the damn thing to shut up and follow him outside.
This change only took a few moments, though if he didn't have a mind splitting headache, it would have taken seconds. FInally, though, he finished up and disconnected the bot from his watch and replaced the back panel. With that, he finally stood and began to walk out of the room. Pure anger and adrenaline was carrying him now, even through the pain. The bot followed him, wheeling around just behind him as Akio walked, anger seething from every pore in his body. How dare his father talk to him like that... How dare the man be so insulting to him and Kim. He walked fast, given that he was in so much pain. But, Goddamn, did the man want a cigarette. And that was where he headed, as he pulled out a box and tapped it against his palm, grumbling through the pain of the movement.
The walk wasn't long, but it was difficult with people constantly asking if he was okay, or if he needed to sit down. No, he didn't. He needed a smoke, and he needed for his migraine to go the hell away and stop talking to him. He was still mad, but was calming down quickly.
Finally, though, he made it outside and he allowed himself to lean against a wall, then slowly slide down with a long and pained sigh. Already, the bot had started doing it's job at patching him up, wrapping him up in gauze where it was needed, and checking for broken bones, or anything more serious. He paused for a moment, letting himself relax into the wall, now that he was sitting. They were right... sitting felt great. He was still in pain, but the meds were already kicking in and dulling what was there. But, he was outside for a reason, and he didn't want to waste that.
Akio pulled out a cigarette from the pack, putting it between his lips, then reaching for a lighter in his pocket. When he lit the cigarette and breathed in all that smoke and all the toxins that came with it, he finally was able to relax and calm himself down. Sure, he was still pissed about what his father said, but he could feel the muscles relax as he leaned back against the wall, letting his head fall back, touching the wall as well. He'd prove his father wrong, and he would do it soon. Somehow.
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Everything was ready she was sure. Notes for the nurses and doctors for them to read, everything in a certain pile. She sighed, running her hand through the hair that was free. One side of her hair was pinned back with pins. She was keeping herself from touching anything on that side. She wasn't sure where the wires were sticking from, she just knew it wouldn't be smart to touch them. She glanced after at the tray they had brought in, holding a small bowl of ice cream for her which was the only thing that they would let her eat at the time. She hadn't touched it yet, not wanting to deal with the chills just yet. She loved ice cream, but right now was not a good time to eat it just yet.
She sat on her bed, feeling bored. She didn't draw on the notebook, not being that great of an artist. All she could manage were stick figures and maybe a crappy flower with five uneven petals. She didn't have a book to read right now. She didn't really feel like tv at the moment, fighting the close captions just wasn't on her list while on a hospital bed. She just sat back on her bed and twiddled her thumbs, mouthing the words to a song that she started to think of.
She glanced over when she saw movement, seeing a hand sticking out of the doorway, concealing the person on the other side. She furrowed her eyebrows in confusion, sitting up straighter, trying to catch whoever was on the other side. Whoever it was was taking their time getting in the room. She blinked in surprise to see that it was Dal, thinking it was some new guy at first that didn't know who to approach a deaf person. Close enough she supposed as she watched him step inside, seeming to avoid looking at her. Did he feel bad for beating her?
She kept her eyes on him as he put his hands in his pockets, slowly turning toward her. She raised her eyebrow as she waited for him to look at her, then slighly jumping back when he did when he looked at her. She stared at him, as eye-widened as him as he started at her in what seemed like horror. What was he staring at? She shook her head in confusion before realizing, it was the wires. She raised her hand up, to try and cover them but then remembered she should touch them. She was lost at what to do. Of course he would be scared of that, who wouldn't be? Wires coming out of your head was not normal, if anything it scared anyone to death thinking you were an A.I. Core. She quickly turned her head away so the wires weren't in his line of sight, sighing. That was the most normal reaction she had, at least he wasn't saying a bunch of things like Jenny did.
She waited for him to calm down, keeping still so she didn't try to freak him out any more. It took him a while, not making her relax anymore than she needed to. No stress the doctor said, but here Dal was making her feel stressed. This wasn't a good situation. She calmed a little when he seemed to be able to, watching as he dropped something. Actually two things, she blinked in surprise when she saw her throwing knives. She watched as he began to sign toward her, explaining why he was there. She smiled at him, looking down at her notes, finding I'M FINE THANK YOU.
She grabbed it and started to lift it up, only to freeze and stare at Dal. He had his arm extended to her, her knives in his hand and her ice cream on his head. She quickly covered her mouth, both in horror and to try and hide the smile that was trying to come onto her lips. She glanced over at the tray, seeing that it as well as the mop that had been sitting against the wall were on the floor. It took Sarah a second to realize what had happened. She slowly stood up, keeping a hand on the bed as she tried to use her legs. The medicine that numbed her didn't quite leave her system just yet, so walking was a chore for her at the moment. Taking a step and reaching for the wall, she kept herself up as she walked toward the door, sticking her head out. She didn't see a nurse but she did see a table with towels. She smiled, looking back at Dal, seeing that he was going to stay there it seemed.
With the elegance of a new born colt, Sarah struggled to the table, grabbing a pile of towels. She started to turn, tucking the towels under one arm, when she saw Kawaguchi walk by. She noted his facial expression, which seemed to be a mix of anger and pain. She could imagine he was in pain though, it seemed he had finished his battle with the female, and possibly lost based on the injuries. She watched as he went straight of a medicine cabinet, seeing him go for a very specific bottle. She wasn't quite sure what the bottle was, but if she had to guess based on the pain he showed, it was for a large headache.
She turned away, leaving Kawaguchi to nurse the pain he was feeling and started back toward her room where Dal waited with a head of ice cream on top of him. As she entered, she threw a towel on the back, catching the ice cream before it fell down into his shirt. She quickly walked back to her bed, sitting back down and offered another towel to him. Her breathing was heavy, the walk was a bad idea, but she knew she had to do something, Dal looked completely lost as to what to do.
She looked for her SORRY note and held it up before grabbing another asking if he was okay?
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B.A.I.T.R Standing: 63 Health: 124/460 Control Limit: 500
Tank - Level 1 - You gain 10 extra Defense. However, you also receive a -5% to your defensive chances.
Shards of Myself
Posted: Sun Dec 27, 2015 10:38 am
Dal'Mori Cestrol Menne
Have you ever had water dumped on your head?
How about ice cold water?
It was something like that.
Except, instead of the water washing down his body, one single instance of water pouring down him, leaving him with nothing but a wet aftermath, this was different. Instead of being saddled with wet clothing, and significantly heavier hair, he was standing in place, as if completely oblivious to the world around him, as easily the weirdest combination of sap and cold crawled down his face, chest and back.
Once more he was grateful to the woman who made his clothing.
Though, he found himself wishing that he was able to deal with this cold. Brutal winters? Easy. Devastating blizzards? Easy. Snow that has rose up to your knee? No worries! Tiny lines of icy needles, in the form of some kind of sticky soup crawling down his spine and sternum? It was a wonder he wasn't shivering from those sensations alone. Subtract the cold, and the speed at which they were moving was ticking the hairs that cause most sensation on a human body.
It was sort of like taking the very tips of your fingers and slowly running them along the length of your chest. Except, in this particular case, it was as if someone had dipped those fingers in ice cold water for a few minutes, and then immediately placed them upon his flesh.
Suffice it to say, it was an interesting sensation. Which he was glad for, because he didn't think he could deal with reality right now. Huge mess ups like thing? There was always one person angry, and a whole bunch of people laughing. So, this sensation gave him something else to focus on.
That is, until, he felt probably the roughest piece of cloth he had ever experienced in his life grab up the biggest glob from the back of his neck, removing the mild worry that it would fall down the back of his shirt.
With that simple action, he seemed to relax all at once. His whole body seemingly suddenly rebooting. He turned towards Sarah to thank her when he noticed she was holding up a small... Box shaped... Object? He had no idea what the hell that even was. Looking closer at it, there appeared to be some kind of lines drawn onto it, which he could not make heads or tails of either. His eyes scrunched up in confusion, and he signed at her with swift motions of both of his hands. 'What does that mean? What is that?'
At least, as far as he was aware that was what he said, there was the very high possibility certain hand motions had been altered when he had been learning it, or simply lost to time and made up for in other ways. As such, she might not completely understand what it was he said, but she should at least be able to get the basic gist of it.
He would continue that conversation in a moment, he had some other pressing matters to attend too, like the continually lowering lines of goo leaking down his chest and back.
Once he had finished asking her his question, he started to move. The first thing he did was remove his jacket, with an almost reverent touch to the action. It was clear as day that object meant a lot to him.
It was also clear as day that the modern idea of modesty was lost on Dal'Mori.
For, it didn't end with just his jacket, his actions moving as if the idea that someone else in the room didn't even phase him let alone bother him enough to be worried about his actions. With a few short and accurate movements of his hands and arms, his upper body was completely bare, armor and shirt removed just as easily. He even seemed totally at ease in this state, as if being practically half naked and covered in some kind of slow moving torture device didn't bother him that much.
The sight that would greet Sarah, should she decide to take a peak, given that her personality would probably have her turning away was a rather... Interesting one. One one side of this coin, there is the tone of his body. Dal'Mori's body was built like it was sculpted from pure muscle and stone, but it was not huge. His body was lightly tanned, which was made evident when one saw the color shade difference between his arms/head and chest, the ladder naturally being slightly lighter in color.
He was built like one would think him to be built, for a balanced combination of strength and speed. He didn't have too big a set of muscles, but they certainly did not look like something you would want to mess with. However, they were also lean, lithe even, to an extent. Basically, in short, he was well muscled, but not on a body builder level.
Admittedly, that was probably not the first thing people would notice when looking at Dal'Mori's upper body.
As a matter of fact, it would probably take anyone looking at his chest a few minutes, perhaps even longer, to notice the build of his chest.
There were things that warranted so much more attention.
Like, for example, the half circle shape of evenly spaced apart scars on his side. Or the crisscrossed, jagged lines that rested right over his right lung. Or the particularly nasty looking one right where his heart resided. Or any other of the many scars that rested upon his chest, all of which looked painful and or brutal, as if whatever had made them had every single intention of killing him. Except for the newest ones. The attack that landed from the A.I. earlier had healed into a small, rough looking scar on his collar bone. It was possible the A.I. was trying to kill him, but it failed miserably. That, and the one on his shoulder. It was a clean, straight line, as if a blade had resided there. Which, in fact, there had been. If Sarah's attention was drawn to that area, it would be obvious to her it was from her weapon.
It was, as described before, a morbid looking game of connect the dots, except the person who was trying to connect the dots kind of sucked.
Either way, the man, who seemed so utterly comfortable in his skin it could be seen as weird, simply grabbed the disturbingly rough piece of cloth the smaller woman had grabbed for him, and he began to clean himself off.
It was difficult, more so than he thought it would be. More so than he thought it could be. This sticky mess seemed to act more like sap the longer time progressed, and so certain bits on his chest were actually very sticky and hard to get up, even with the sandpaper like object they used to apparently clean themselves.
He growled in frustration when he realized that not only was this object so utterly uncomfortable that it turned his skin red when he used it, but the sticky mess seemed to just grab onto the item and stay there, meaning there were a few times he used it to get a new place, and all that happened was more got spread rather than got picked up.
How was he supposed to get clean like this?! There wasn't even a running river nearby he could go take a dip in! With that in mind, how was he supposed to get his back clean? It was also a sticky mess, and he couldn't exactly bend his arm all the way around to be able to reach.
Once more, he found himself wishing he was at least in nature. For at least in the comfort of the forest, things made sense. It was a survive or die kind of world. Nothing could get simpler.
He sighed heavily, and turned towards Sarah, intent on asking her for help. He had no idea how to work this stupid item she gave him, and wondered for a brief moment that she had done it intentionally for him beating her in the fight, and/or breaking her magic body. He pushed that thought aside, he had noted how hard it was for her to walk out of the room, despite the fact that he seemed frozen in spot, and he figured she wouldn't go that far to get back at him.
Two things struck him right then. She was not resting like she probably should, and with that thought came the one he wasn't sure how he was going to ask for her help. So, instead, he figured he would figure it out later. Perhaps go do battle with that magic thing that changed the weather in his room to make it rain for a little bit. With that being his current line of thought, he simply signed at her 'You should be resting.'
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Sarah blinked in surprise when Dal asked her what her note was. Well it was a little rough, she got 'What is that?' but the sentence before, all she could get was what and that. Then she felt dumb, having forgotten that Dal actually knew sign language, but it was hard to remember when everyone that you came across didn't know it. It was like a finding a needle in a haystack, finding someone who knew how to sign. She wasn't sure how to answer, not wanting to be rude and ask if he couldn't read.
She pondered on how to respond to Dals' question, watching as he began to take off his shirt. She wasn't bothered by it, she had been her brothers and father in nothing but boxers before. A few times accidentally with nothing at all. After a few years of it, she had gotten use to it. What she wasn't use to was all the scars Dal seemed to have. Her eyes ran over Dal's tanned, tattered skin, taking note at all the scars that seem to tell it's own story of how he had gotten them. Many things came to mind, all of them from some kind of fight with a Core. But she couldn't say if they correct or not.
She watched as he tried to clean off the ice cream, her head tilted as she watched him try to clean it off without water. It was a lost cause of course, making her shake her head as he looked like he was getting agitated. She raised an eyebrow as he turned toward her, only to pause. She waited for him to say something, looking surprised when he said she should be resting. She frowned at him, waving her hand as if to wave off the suggestion and began to sign. I have been resting long enough, movement will help me. With that, she slowly stood up but only went to another door, taking a different towel with her as she slowly moved toward the bathroom. Walking had come a little easier this time, thankfully. She just wished she could hear again. She already missed sound.
She reached the sink that was inside, turning the hot knob. She watched as the water fell from the faucet, the memory of the sound coming to her mind. It was real though, she knew that. She put her hand under the water, waiting for it to warm up, adjusting the knobs so it wasn't too hot when she put the towel under the fall. She got the towel wet, twisting it so it didn't drip all over the floor and made her way back to the room.
She handed Dal the newly wet towel, taking the dirty ice cream covered from him. She about walked back to the bathroom to rinse the towel off when she saw the door open. A doctor entered the room, holding her headphones and a portion of her port. She smiled at him gratefully, quickly sitting down on the bed. The doctor gave Sarah a smile, turning toward Dal and his smile turned to a frown. “Excuse me sir, but it's not hygienic for someone to be undressed when they're visiting a recovering patient. Could you please put on something to cover yourself, if not, I can find you something to wear.” He said before turning toward Sarah and sat beside her, on the side that needed to be worked on.
He began to connect the wires from Sarah's head to the port in his hand, pausing to look at it, making sure nothing was damaged or wrong as he went. Sarah was very still, feeling the slight tugs of the wires in her head, but they didn't hurt. It was just an odd sensation. Like rubbing your tongue against the inside of your mouth. She waited patiently, knowing this was would a take second. Once the doctor finished the wiring, he put the port into place, then turned it until a hard click sounded, letting the doctor know it was locked in place and wasn't going anywhere. With a smile, he handed Sarah her headphones, of which she quickly put on, pushing the button. There was another click and Sarah got the rush of sound, the air conditioner blowing over head, the small sounds of footsteps walking by, the shifting of the bed when the doctor began to move so he could examine the side of her head.
“Alright Ms. Hartwell, I would say you're just fine. How's the hearing? Any pain or odd sounds coming at all?” He asked her, as he began to pull the pins out of her hair. Sarah smiled. “N....no, everything is.... is clear, th... thank you.” She stuttered. She glanced at Dal wondering how he was doin with the cleaning job for the ice cream, hoping the towel helped a little. “Well if that's all, you're free to go when you're ready.” He said before leaving, giving another disappointing frown at Dal. He didn't say anything though, figuring since she wasn't throwing a fit about it, they were probably a couple.
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B.A.I.T.R Standing: 63 Health: 460/460 Control Limit: 500
Skill: 50 [51] Strength: 35 Defence: 40 [50]
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Tactical Advantages
Tank - Level 1 - You gain 10 extra Defense. However, you also receive a -5% to your defensive chances.
