In the few moments he had been standing there listening to them talk, both before and after his question. For example, all three of the people around him were more observant than initial appearances would suggest. They all picked up, in one way or another, him checking them all out. This was good new as far as Dal'Mori was concerned.
An unobservant fighter was a dead fighter.
That, however was about as far as the good things went for most of them. The girl who introduced herself as Corrinne seemed a little... Vapid. Perhaps a little extreme, but it more than adequately fit his thoughts. Honestly, who mentions some childhood game while getting ready to learn to fight for their life? For that matter, what the hell was baton twirling? No matter, in addition to having this childlike demeanor, as far as Dal'Mori was concerned, she had a terrible reason to fight. Survival, while important, was not drive enough to fight. At the end of the day, if one were to fight only to survive, it would lead to ruin. They might hesitate to go into a fight that need be fought, in order to survive. Or they might even leave behind teammates, in order to survive.
The will to survive was important, no doubt about that, but it was nothing to base your drive to fight off of.
None of this was portrayed on his face. He had gotten rather good at hiding his reactions to reasons for fighting. He had heard some of the dumbest things in his life. One of the boys he had tried to train once was fighting to impress his other half. Another had been fighting simply because they had no desire to work in the farm anymore. So, in comparison, fighting to survive wasn't dumb, but it was not a good reason to fight.
Her response was shortly followed by the only other male in the room. It turned out his guess had been accurate. Acel had indeed been a field worker, perhaps even owned his own farm. However, he didn't seem to have a tight lid on his emotions. If that was a continuous thing, or just something that came from his obvious recent loss, only time would tell. Regardless, if it stuck around it would be an issue. A warrior who could not keep their emotions in check was a dead one.
Truth be told, when he looked at Acel he saw a lot of himself in the man. The reason to fight, which was a good one up to the need for revenge, the seemingly unending sorrow of losing a close loved one. As a matter of fact, the only real difference that currently made itself known was the level of emotion displayed, and the difference in lifestyles. Dal'Mori was a warrior, all the way down to his core. Acel was a farmer, a hard worker to be sure, but a farmer all the same.
All of this was made crystal clear when the man looked at Dal'Mori.
They say the eyes are the window to the soul, and it couldn't be more true than with this fellow. You could practically see the life he lead up to this point. All the happy memories, all the life lessons he had to learn, that one single moment that defines you for the rest of your life. It was all there, almost plain as day, and while it was one of the most expressive sights Dal'Mori had ever seen in his life, and he felt he knew the farmer a lot more than the farmer seemed to want them to know, he knew he didn't know everything. There was something there in that man, a hidden potential, and he would find a way to pull it out.
He realizes, noting that Acel's need for revenge being a bad reason is similar to a story involving a pot and a kettle, but that isn't something he would bring to light. It would be ridiculously empty minded of him to say that he too wished for revenge with a burning passion that might eclipse the sun. It was not a reason to fight, and the only reason he allowed his mind to entertain the thought was because he knew that when it came down to it, he would be able to push aside his need for revenge if it stood in the way of keeping others safe. He wouldn't give up on it though, just push it aside for later. There would always been another chance.
Once more, his exceptionally large experience with hiding his expressions in regards to reasons to fight came in handy.
Finally came the last to join member of the group.
She was brash to say the least. He found it almost refreshing, enjoying a person who was so comfortable in their own skin they heeded not the words that came from their own mouths. She even went so far as to practically hand them her personality on a platter, making no secret of who she was or where she came from, making it almost pointless for Dal'Mori to attempt to go in depth with his analysis of her. She handed him all the answers.
That didn't stop him though. She mentioned she was trained, and a great shot with ranged weaponry of sorts. However, she also was willing to admit she had faults and desired to improve them. This was hands down one of the best mindsets one could have going into a warrior lifestyle. Admitting when you had shortcomings, and having the desire to improve upon them, all for a good goal or reason.
Interestingly enough, of the three of them, she had the most solid answer to the question, despite the round-about way she went to answer it. Her reason for fighting was a good one as far as Dal'Mori was concerned. It lacked depth, and an honest conviction, but it was a good one just the same.
With all of the answers handed to him, he nodded his head. He would not tell them what he thought of their answers, for two solid reasons. The first being the same reason he never told his kids, at the start of the journey to become a warrior, a bad reason was as good as any. So long as it pushed you to better yourself, and honestly learn to fight. The second reason? He would answer the question himself, and hope they would find a reason similar to his.
"Fair answers, all of them. In the effort of fairness, I will share with you my own reason to fight." There was still a nervousness in his voice, mostly due to talking to several new strangers and knowing he was no good with people, but it was evident he was comfortable enough with what he was saying to say it without pause. "I fight to protect. I fight so that those I know who cannot, do not have too. I fight so that one day, me and my own can know peace."
He paused, looking each one of them in the eye, allowing them to see exactly how serious he was as he spoke each word. This was no simple answer. This was no joke.
This was his way of life.
This was his moral code.
This was his path of the warrior.
"More than that though, above any other reason I may ever have to fight, I fight for my brothers and sisters in arms, fighting along side me. For if I should ever wind up not doing so, I would forever regret finding the blood of those mentioned on my hands, due to my own inaction or incapability."
He let it rest there, ending his response to his own question. To add emphasis to his words, he once more looking each one in the eye, attempting to convey that he hoped they would find themselves among the list of people he would fight for.
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Raven62, peskyraven, Dice Black
Posted: Wed Oct 28, 2015 12:44 pm
C O R R I N N E x E S P E R O N
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Sociable [Mood] Headquarters Training Room [Location] Let's have some fun. [Thoughts] Acel / Dal'Mori / Kad [With]
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Corrinne was always one to listen and to listen well, she could sense the stories pouring out all around her in the little things that they did. She smiled halfheartedly, she too had lost someone but she would never allow it to affect her judgment, for that might put others in danger. But she could understand the hurt and the pain that Acel was going through, clearly he had lost someone fairly recently because of his bitterness. She was like that once too when she lost her mother, the many years of fighting with her uncle and then finally finding that she needed to keep moving forward, not just for her sake but for the memory of her mother. Acel wouldn’t be able to come to grips with their loss so soon, something about the way he grieved made her know, even without him speaking the words. She hesitantly reached for his shoulder and held it to reassure him, “It’s all right, don’t be afraid to cry, it’s only natural. This new lifestyle can seem overwhelming but I promise you that you will adapt. And whatever hardships you have encountered –“ Corrinne paused, realizing that she was beginning to sound like an inspirational greeting card which could come off as fake. Also, she wasn’t sure if he was quite ready for what she was going to say, so instead she caught his eyes and smiled. “Well, you’ll be all right, I promise you.” She spoke in a soothing tone and rubbed his back consolingly. Her uncle used to do this for her whenever she flew into a fit about the loss of her mother. And suddenly her eyes began to grow moist, though she did not shed a tear. It had been too long, too long had she lived with the passing of her mother, she wasn’t going to allow herself to mourn at this moment. But if Acel needed to, she understood why.
The other two seemed fairly oblivious to Acel’s pain, although she was sure they understood but maybe they didn’t want to show any signs of weakness. Corrinne never found emotions a weakness, in fact, to her; she found it rather brave to share your feelings in a world that often tried to ignore them. It was another trait that made them human and that was something to be celebrated, not overlooked. She listened to Kadiante speak about her father and Rio De Janeiro, what a wonderful place to come from, Corrinne had always wanted to visit there but never found the time between work and caring for her uncle. “That seems like a hard weapon to use, I wish you good luck with it.” Corrinne smiled warmly and tilted her head in a docile manner. When Kadiante waved to her eyes and explained what had happened, Corrinne’s eyes widened, “Oh my god, that’s amazing, I’m truly amazed that they were able to save your eyes in time, or rather, update them, in a way. And thankfully you and your father are safe. These attacks seem to be happening more frequently and closer together, the aliens were never this brazen before.” As she spoke, she started to realize that she was letting her mouth run away with her; saying exactly what she was thinking and it may have come off as innocuous. Especially in front of Dal’Mori, who remained so calm and collected throughout the entire conversation. Again she caught him studying them. Something about the way he did it made her suspicious of him. He wasn’t saying everything he was thinking and to her that could be dangerous if they should ever find themselves teammates in the battle ahead. She prayed that day would never come. But just to be sure, she patted Acel encouragingly before readying her staff. She spun the staff through her fingers, “I hope that we will all someday have the chance to protect someone. But until then, what about that lesson you offered at the beginning of this little get together. I’d like to see what you’re made of.” A sly grin crossed her lips as she distanced herself from the group in order to playfully spin the dangerously sharp Bo staff. Catching it firmly, she caught it in a wide hold and continued to spread her legs into a comfortable cat stance. Readying to block an attack if necessary. “You didn’t say what your AI Core was, I’m guessing it’s your staff, like mine. Come on ‘brother in arms’, let’s see what you’ve got.” Corrinne jested coyly as she watched Dal’Mori closely.
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OOC: Vapid! Them's fighting words xD Although Corrinne is an ESFJ so, nothing much I can do about her acting common :T
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Acel had been worried about how people would react to how he had behaved. The outburst had been something that not even he had really known was coming. It had been an explosion of realization--an opening of the dams. He listened as Kadiante began to speak about life in their profession getting crazy, and Acel wondered what that even meant. He had barely even begun to experience normal life in these shoes, let alone a crazy day. He wondered if what he had already been exposed to was considered a normal day in a baiter's life. He could only pray that was not the case. He nodded back to her as she spoke. "It is good to meet you too, Kadiante." He stated in between her speaking. Afterward, she began to go a little more in depth about where she had come from, and he was interested to hear that she was from Rio. He didn't know much about the place, but he knew that it was in South America. The prison, she had said. He wondered if there was only one prison there...or perhaps it was just an important one that he should have known about but didn't. She continued on, stating that she was well versed in how to use multiple types of firearms, and Acel had to admit he was impressed. He had no ability to use even the weapons that he was carrying with him currently, but here she was, boasting the ability to use many. He felt she was perfectly suited for this life, whereas he was completely lost upon it. She continued her story about what had happened to her eyes, and his eyes widened as she told her tale. "I can imagine that eyes like that might have their uses. It is an unfortunate accident to be sure, but at the very least, you gained something beneficial from it." He stated with a nod, his sleeve raising to wipe at his eyes once again. She seemed okay with sharing quite a bit about herself--something Acel would have been more than happy to do before, though now he was more or less just afraid of letting these strangers in. He couldn't even justify the fear in his own head. It was just something that he felt seemingly without reason--a mental wall attempting to save him from further trauma.
As Kadiante finished speaking, Dal'Mori seemed to continue his incessant watching. He always seemed to be sizing them up, and it was beginning to feel almost uncomfortable. The way that Dal'Mori seemed to peel him apart with his eyes and see things about him that not even he knew was more than unnerving. When Kadiante had finished speaking, Dal'Mori spoke up once again, stating that his own reasons for fighting were similar to Acel's. He found it funny, almost, that two of the three strangers seemed to mimic his reasons to fight. It must have meant that either they were very like minded people, or it was merely a generic answer that everyone felt the same about. The man seemed to eye them up individually as he spoke about brothers and sisters in arms, and Acel wondered why the man was so intent on building some form of relationship with them. "To watch someone you know die because you are too weak to do anything about it..." Shivers rolled across his body, and goosebumps began to litter his arms and neck. "It is truly the worst feeling you could ever imagine. Regret isn't strong enough to depict the savage hatred that it makes you feel for yourself." He was beginning to understand himself more as he talked to these people. He was unearthing things that he had never been trying to figure out this whole time. He hated himself. He hated himself so much he could barely stand it, because in his eyes, he was the one who was at fault for their deaths. He was the one who hadn't been strong enough to stop it from happening. He fought back the tears that threatened to stream forth once again, and he bit his lip to focus on the pain instead of his own sadness. In his heart he felt that he deserved to feel the pain--the be alone--to have nobody in his life except for himself. He deserved to sink ever deeper into the quicksand of depression. Then he felt Corrinne's hand on his shoulder, and as she began to talk to him about it being okay to cry his heart wrenched. Why did she care if he was alright? What could she possibly gain from consoling him? As she rubbed his back he held a hand beneath his eyes and his shoulders racked with the withheld sobs. "I'm...sorry. I'm so sorry....I know....we just met...it isn't...a very...respectable...way...to behave. I must...seem...rather pitiful." By this time, Corrinne had already moved away from him and was speaking with Dal'Mori and Kad about what they had mentioned. The mace was indeed a difficult weapon. It was short range, and very physically demanding with its small size and heavy weight. Though, it still offered enough range to be out of hand-to-hand striking distance of the enemy. She patted his back as he sobbed, and he shrank back from the group. She was preparing her staff for some form of sparring match between her and the spear-user. He sighed as he knew he couldn't really say nothing at this point--or he risked just looking like a psychopath, sobbing in the training room with people who didn't know him. "I apologize...to...all of you...I ought to...excuse myself. To tell you the truth...I was a husband...and a...a father...until two days ago. The village...where I was a..farmer. It was...attacked. My parents...used to...guard it. They did it for..some time." His sobs had slowed and he was gaining a bit of composure as he actually spoke about it instead of holding it all in. "My wife, Jasmine, and my four year old girl, Lidia...they were targeted by some sort of A.I. Core.I attempted to push them out of the way, and I received a massive sword through my chest. It completely destroyed my heart...or so they told me. I had to watch as I bled to death--the core murder the two most important things to me in this world...my parents took me to the baiter base in Paris, and they had me issued through the H.A.L.F process." He pulled open his overcoat, so that the black t-shirt was fully revealed and then he lifted it up to his neck, showing that his left peck was entirely made of metal, with the spiralling aperture opening. With a simple thought, the aperture began to open up, until the golden cross-shaped object was revealed, the blue sensor lights shifting across its golden surface as he looked at them. "I was saved by one of the monsters that murdered me and my family...and this code core is all that keeps me alive. I woke up after the fight I had, and I was in Paris. I was a baiter, not a farmer...and I had nothing left in this world. So I came here. I would not be so...hysterical...otherwise. I have had no...time to really process it all. To mourn. I didn't intend to share so much...but...I figured I owed an explanation. I didn't expect...it to hit so hard and so suddenly because of a friendly gesture. Please, enjoy your training session." He wiped his eyes with the white coat sleeve once more, and he tried to gather himself as he stepped backward from the group, a little ashamed of his weakness. He stood aside from where they were, unsheathing the double swords once again and trying to get back into a proper stance. His breathing was off because of his crying, though he had slowed it to a sniff here and there from the full blown crying. The man was an emotional wreck, and as he tried to swing the swords, they were just as horrible as before--hell, they were worse. He was all too aware of the people around him, and as he continued to swing the blades he contemplated leaving the training room. There was no way he was going to be able to practice by himself at this point. He was too nervous and ashamed. Too wound up with no idea how to undo it all. How to free himself from it.
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Posted: Fri Oct 30, 2015 12:45 am
Akio spent a long time on the phone with his grandmother, discussing the ins and outs of what happened in his own mind during the battle. Everything was much more exciting than he had ever imagined, and he had learned a lot more about himself and how he fights than he had ever before. Training and practice were very different from the real thing. During a real fight, and I mean a fight to the death, your heart beats wildly and you can feel the energy in your bones as each hit lands where you want it to and the thrill doesn't just leave. The adrenaline courses through your veins, pushing you to do incredible things you never thought possible. Towards the end of the conversation, he wasn't sure that his grandmother was even listening, but it felt good to talk anyway. It helped him process the information better. Perhaps he would have to start keeping a journal, as he wouldn't have her for very much longer. He needed that conversation to grasp exactly what he learned from each and every situation. Maybe he would make friends, maybe he would make everyone hate him within the first conversation he had with someone. It was a coin toss with him, honestly.
When the conversation was over, he hung up the phone, and took one last break for a cup of coffee and a cigarette. More processing as he sat at an empty table in the busy streets of Shanghai. The coffee was his usual, a dark roast with light hazelnut creamer, no sugar, and the cigarette a simple menthol from the pack in his bag. As he breathed in the smoke, allowing it to penetrate deep into his lungs, he thought more about the core that he had mastered after such a long and arduous battle. It was the Crushtacean, a large crab-like A.I. that crushed its foes with its large claws to attack swiftly and aggressively, while the thick shell of it served as great defense. The thing, as he read, enhanced some of his strength to be able to hit things harder and with a lot more consequence. Good. The harder he hit, the better, so long as he had the strategy behind it to back it up. Of course, if he trained hard enough, he definitely would be able to do that.
With a final long drag, he pushed himself rather gracefully out of his chair and tossed the butt of the cigarette into its proper receptacle. On the topic of the A.I., it was about time to make his way to the headquarters of the Main Facilities of the BAITR Headquarters and begin his training. Silently, he made his way to where the lovely doctor said he should go, showing everyone who asked his badge to pass. When he made it to the first of the teleportation rooms, he winked playfully at one of the women behind the desk, then walked to the proper portal platform. "Headquarters, miss. Please and thank you." The woman calibrated properly, making sure he was going where eh requested, and finally setting him on his way. Of course, going through the portal was just as it had always been. It tore you apart, molecule by molecule, threw you in the general direction of your destination, then reformed you into your proper form on a platform that was previously chosen. They took decades to figure out, and quite a few dead scientists, but the teleportals were now common place. He rather enjoyed the process, feeling as if he were a layer of thin butter spread over a large piece of toast. Akio did give it one thing though, first time he ever went through one of these things, he threw up.
Now, though, he stepped through just fine, his heavy boots landing softly on the floor of the station in BAITR, and he was on his merry little way. Humming the very old song 'Popular,' he walked on to his next destination. If he was going to make a living off of this, he would need a place to live. For now, he could settle down for wherever the place was that recruits stay. Akio picked a random desk, as there were a lot of them, and asked where the wing which held the rooms were located. "Down that hall over there. If you're new, you're going to need to talk to Linda at the desk there. She'll give you your key and a tour, if you're lucky." The woman smiled, at Akio, weaving her fingers together on her desk as she did so. "Thank you, miss.." He said with a simple smile, making his way to the place in which she pointed. It wasn't too long of a walk, thank Izanagi, but it was decent enough for him to only tire more. With muscles still sore from the battle, the walk felt longer than it already was. The woman at the desk was kind enough to recognise that he was fairly exhausted and showed him to his room right away. "Room four, right here." She said, stopping just outside the door. Linda handed off the key to the room to Akio, and he gratefully took it, unlocking the door and walking in. Finally in the room, it really set in how much he still had yet to do. Akio, knowing this, suddenly felt the urge to take a nap.
The room he was assigned was fitted nicely with all of the essentials; a bed, dresser, a weapon rack, and a mirror. The dresser was close enough to the bed to hold his glasses, so he cared not about the orientation of the furniture. It was all fairly simple, too. Plane black headboard on the bed frame, which matched the dresser and the frame on his mirror. For a moment, he paused and gave himself a quick once over in said mirror. To be quite honest, he looked dreadful. Akio looked exhausted, and his hair slumped over rather than carrying the usual fluff on the top of his head. It was a quick fix, though, as he took his glasses off and placed them on the top of the dresser, he then flipped his head upside down and ran his fingers through the floof of his hair. When he righted himself, and placed his glasses back on his nose, he looked back in the mirror. Ah, much better. Two cups of coffee already that day, so there was nothing he could do about the exhaustion except to splash cold water on his face. Which was exactly what he did. The cold wetness served to wake him up enough to act more perky and rid his face of the downward turn the tired face gave him. As he glared himself down, he finally deced that no, that would be a bad first impression for his new comrades, if there were any of his rank.
Perhaps it was best to take a nap, rather than simply take a walk to the training room early. It was still rather early in Shanghai, so at the base it was even earlier. With that logic, he was convinced, and thus flopped down onto his bed, kicking his feet up and placing his glasses back on the dresser. It took little time to actually fall asleep. The nap was short but much needed, lasting only a few hours before he felt at least decently rested. He awoke refreshed and sprang up, ready for action. All he wanted now was to hold that sword in his hand again. So, naturally, he left. Locking his new home up, he then traveled to the nearest weapons store - which happened to be quite close by - and purchased himself a wonderfully sturdy katana. Sharp and reliable, he knew that it would bring him through thick and thin. She was beautiful, the handle wrapped in a course black material. It was well balanced and sharp, perfect for actual use. Eventually, he would have to give her a name, but left that until she had some blood on her. A name must be earned, after all.
Finally, with his sword situated in her sheath, he made his way to the training room. Who were going to be the people he was working with? So far, Akio knew nothing, and that was one thing he was never rightly okay with. The training room would be the best way to see the faces, as well as to assess the skills of, future teammates. So, that is where he headed now, once again humming the old old songs of past generations. With his refreshed step, he made it back to the base in no time at all, and then on his way to the training room. It was a room that looked exactly like what he thought it would. There were holo-trainers, weapon racks, and three other people in the room. The air was thick, and he could practically feel the pain spewing from the blonde. He wasn't unfamiliar with pain, but he felt almost no sympathy. Loss was inevitable in this day and age, but to see a grown man cry in the middle of a training room was one hell of a way to make a first impression.
Akio chose to watch the show for a moment, too late to have seen what exactly set the man off. The decision paid off, as he soon delved into his wonderfully tragic backstory. Ah, a husband and a father with two recent and tragic losses. If he were to be completely honest, he did feel at least a small twinge of sympathy after his words, but not much. He knew the feeling of loss, but he had time to grieve and let it go. It seemed as though this mad had not. Akio leaned against the doorframe, watching the man awkwardly shuffle about his sentence, and wipe the tears from his face. Hands resting on the pommel of his sword, he pulled his pulled his lips in a fake sympathetic look. He wasn't going to go so far as tease the man, but he couldn't just not say something. "Wow. And... that's how you passed the H.A.L.F., right?" He said, scrunching up his eyebrows in mock curiosity. True, it wasn't very nice to say to someone who just lost his wife and kid, and if someone had said that to him two years before he would have killed them. However, he was not kind to people who were supposed to be on the battlefield. Not only that, but he was a man who was supposed to be fighting. If he wasn't using that pain to get better and stronger, what was it good for? If grieving was what he needed to do, he should go elsewhere. Somewhere where he could better be alone, that was for sure.
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Kad simply nodded at Dal'Mori as he seemed to approve of their answers, but she did not know why any of them needed his approval, she must had missed something before walking in. She had already caught the gist of him wanting to help the others train, but she was sure he was on the same level as them rank wise. Sure, he had experience with his weapons, that was easily seen, but it was curious how he thought he would be able to help them all with their weapons. She had read of 'warriors' in many a children book and the few that had to be read at the private school she had attended, but it almost seemed unreal someone in this time era would be like that. Then again, here she was holding a ******** mace, how much more medieval could you get? She met his eyes easily enough but her expression did not change, being looked at in the eyes while getting instructions was natural to her. She just stood silent then as the show Acel put on played out. Kad could admit that is was a compelling story, one that she could listen to, and hear heartstrings tugged ever so slightly once she imagined what her own father had to go through seeing her in pain. She could feel the real pain and hurt emitting off him but she stood frozen, glad that Corrinne had reached over and being the nurturing one. Kad was a female and did have some empathy, but it was a matter of acting on it that kept her from doing just that. Whenever she was upset she wanted to be alone and be able to process it her own way, a one night stand with a heavy bottle of dark rum usually did the trick. Then again, she could not even imagine what Acel was going through, and was thankful for the reprieve when Corrinne spoke to her about the attack and then her eyes, and Acel followed suit.“Actually,funnythingisCorrinne.Theattackintheprisonwasnotaliens,itwastheprisoners.Idon'tevenknowthefulldetails,butforthemtogetthatfarwithoutanyonenoticingisinsane,andalsothefactthebaitrsdidn'tcomerightawayisoddtoo.AndfromwhatIcangatheristheycompletelyreplacedmyeyes,nervesandall.NotsomethingIknowtoomuchabouteither,andyeahit'snicetohavetoabilitytobeabletosee,andbetter.I'lltakethesilverlininganyday,” Kad nodded at Acel giving him a grin, but then he and Corrinne went back to it.
Out of boredom she started to shift her weight back and forth and looked more around the room as they talked. She would have said something to Dal'Mori but he had not really addressed her, rather the group and the other two were doing all the talking. Then she noticed the man standing in the room that had joined him. “Damn, you are pretty.” Kad said looking him dead in the eyes and grinned, not hearing the rest of the story as well. She was not hitting on him, it was a compliment from her. She leaned back a bit to remove herself from the group and go talk to the newcomer who seemed more her style of person, not so many feels pouring out. She did not blame Acel one bit, but she also knew she could be of no help. Then the man spoke obviously mocking Acel and Kad let out a snort she caught only a half second later. “Wow.” She let out and moved a few steps back now from the group before looking at the eye candy in front of them all. “Andyouare?Besidesaprettylittleprick?" She asked him, though there was no anger in her voice but a playful sarcastic tone only others who had her general attitude and potty mouth could appreciate. It was also a test on her part. He looked like someone she would hang around and get along with, but only his answers would tell.
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Posted: Fri Oct 30, 2015 8:22 pm
Dal'Mori Cestrol Menne
To be perfectly honest? This was probably the weirdest situation he had ever been in. There was an incredibly eclectic collection of people, all in one room. Each one completely different, but at the same time surprisingly similar. They were all in this new situation together, one that would be the equivalent of a ride along the rapids, knocking them back and forth, crashing them against hard places, even in some cases pulling them under. As far as Dal'Mori was concerned, the only way for them to survive was for them to band together, but judging by the sorrow Acel was displaying, the suspicion in the eyes of Corrinne, and the almost ambivalence of Kadiante, he wasn't sure how they would come together as a cohesive unit.
About then, the hairs on the back of his neck stood up, alerting him to the appearance of yet another new person. A light sheen of sweat appeared on Dal'Mori's head. He was in an enclosed room, filling steadily with strangers, and no matter how confident he was in his teaching ability, he was very used to open areas. In fact, when he trained the kids, he did it in a field outside, not inside of a building. This place would take some getting used to, as without the fog of exhaustion and with his mind finally clearing up from the loss, he was starting to notice that this place was the farthest thing from home he could possibly imagine.
He took a deep breath, and let it out slowly through his nose. He could do this. He had no choice anymore, there was no more home to go home too.
Deciding to deal with things in the order he figured would be best, he approached Acel first. He did not reach out to touch him, did not offer any sort of physical comfort whatsoever. He gestured for the other male to relax for a moment. "I cannot begin to fathom the loss you have suffered. I have never had a wife, nor a child. I... I can however, offer some words of solace. Loss is... Never an easy thing to deal with, having dealt with it plenty of times in battle with these beasties that plague these lands. Take all that pain you feel... The rage you no doubt harbor, and channel it. Push it into making yourself better.. You might find that through that you might find yourself feeling better."
He spoke in a calm, quiet and kind tone. with only minor hesitation. The sheer number of people was starting to make it feel a little crowded in this room. Sure it was big enough for all of them, but it was the fact that it was a closed off space, with limited numbers of exits that made Dal'Mori lose some of the confidence he had gathered when he offered to teach them.
He then moved away from the suffering farmer, and headed towards the center of the room. That would make it seem somewhat bigger, and thus easier to handle.
Once there, he cast a glance at the other staff wielder in the room, noting that she had solid handwork, but her footing was a little off. "You would have.. Guessed wrong." He said in response to her guess at where he kept the monstrosity that now powered his body. "Also... I would love to spar with you, but... Let me explain a few things first. As well as get used to my.. New body. It's stronger and faster... Than it's ever been." He offered, meaning to offer up some of his knowledge before he himself started training.
There was one small problem before he could get started...
A word that would make his mother blush with shame passed his lips when the newest arrival mocked Acel, whom he had just attempted to console. Something in Dal'Mori instantly disliked this man. What sort of depraved monster would walk into a room full of armed strangers, and insult the one who had just suffered loss that held no equal? It was a common thing in his village. The young should bury the old, never the other way around. He had liked to imagine that everyone held that principal, that everyone mourned the loss of life yet lived for what it was. Wasted potential. Potential to change the world, potential to save lives, or just simply potential to live a life in these dark times, that the human race may yet live on.
Yet this.. This... Inbred swine! Walked into the room and spit upon the whole ideal, as if the loss of a child was naught more than a joke! Youth was to be protected at all cost! Youth was what carried on life! Youth was their only hope of winning this war! For without youth, there would be none left to take the mantle as it passed when this war finally came to an end.
His eyes displayed a rage, a burning passionate rage as he glared his harshest glare at the man. In a single sentence this man had easily placed himself at the lowest of the low in Dal'Mori's eyes. Were it not for the fact he had to be a Baiter himself, Dal'Mori would have even considered running him through, and wouldn't have thought twice about such an act. That course of action blocked off to him though, he had to settle for pouring as much of this new found hatred at the man in a single, furious, blazing glare.
He was grateful for Kadiante, who stepped in at just the nick of time to stop Dal'Mori from spitting venom at the man, more than likely resulting in a brawl.
It took several breaths for the warrior to calm himself again. He didn't care how it looked to the others as he stood in the middle of the room, eyes closed, focusing solely on breathing.
Once calm, he turned to the two whose attention he hoped to gain back with his next words. He took one more breath before heading towards them, putting as much distance as he could between him and the new comer. "I understand that as far as you are concerned, I am nothing more than your equal. You would be right. I am to be your brother in arms, standing at your side as we fight tooth and nail for our ideals. However, where I come from I was a teacher. I fought for my village, and taught other how to do the same." He said, slowly stepping into teacher mode, his mind focused and clear.
"First, the most important lesson I can ever teach you. Your weapon, no matter what it is, is an extension of yourself. Right now it might seem like a tool, but as you learn to use it, I hope you find that it is in fact just as important to you as your own arm or leg. I implore you act towards this end. When you bathe, bathe it. Cloth and oil, clear it of debris and rust. When you leave, bring it with you. When you rest, have it rest nearby. In time, you will find that it is irreplaceable. Take care of it, and it will take care of you."
Solid advice. Sincerely offered. The seriousness in his eyes hopefully conveyed that he meant every word. Dal'Mori was not physically expressive, his body rarely offering up any sort of hints or clues as to what he was feeling. In fact, his body had one hell of a poker face. However, his eyes were his downfall. They told anyone who knew him what to look for, and were his main means of expressing what he was feeling. He hoped they expressed he certainly meant this.
Then... It happened.
No matter how much he tried. No matter how calm he was. No matter what he was doing that held so much of his focus. It always happened. So long as he wasn't in combat, he was cursed.
He tripped. Tripped right over his own two feet, and slammed face first into the ground. Mortified, he lay there for a moment. These people did not know him, these people had no idea that in combat he was a genius, but out of it he was a walking disaster.
He sighed heavily and lifted himself up to a sitting position, and looked at the ground, his cheeks dusted a light red, the only visible sign to his embarrassment.
"P-please disregard this... I.. I... I sincerely hope that my l-living is enough to prove to you I do in f-fact know what I'm talking about." He stuttered out, tripping over his own words, as he attempted to salvage what of the situation he could. It was hard to teach people who held no respect for you, and he was certain this would cost him a great deal of any he had managed to garner.
"I-If you still desire it, I can o-offer some advice." He stated, still looking at the ground, his voice soft, but no less hard to hear. "F-for example: Acel, starting out with using t-two swords is hard. Y-you should try to learn how to use one first... Then move on to using two when you have the basics grasped. I-if you insist on continuing to use two, however, I s-suggest you start with the basics. Which are, the sword in y-your off hand should be used for defense, b-blocking or turning aside attacks. The sword in your main h-hand is used for offense. Naturally, when you become more p-proficient, you can use both for both, but to start I suggest you get the basics down."
It was humiliating. It always was. How a warrior of his skill could be reduced to a stuttering mess by his own mind. It always drove him crazy, which was why he spent most of his time in the village quiet and stationary. It was only when his home needed defending, only when his people needed his help, that he spurred into motion.
He tried not to dwell on this, as he turned his attention to Corrinne. "A-as for your weapon, it i-is designed to build up and use momentum to deal devastating blows f-from unsuspected areas. You can beguile and d-deceive enemies with quick twirls, and s-surprisingly short and long ranged attacks. I would suggest g-getting your footwork in order, proper footing is e-essential to using that weapon. It uses mo-momentum to damage, your upper b-body to gain it, but without proper footing it wo-would all be wasted effort or glancing blows."
He words were lacking the confidence that they once held in this room, but they were not lacking the quality that made it seem like he knew what he was talking about. It was the type of tone an elder might use, when speaking of something they had great experience in, and was hard to describe. "O-One last thing. Know, that c-combat starts with the mind. If you are w-weak in the mind, do not have the focus, do not have the d-drive, or the motivation. If you do not push yourself, or p-pull yourself back up should you fall. This is all wa-wasted effort. Don't let this be wasted effort. Fight for something you kn-know you can fight for. Fight for something t-that, at the end of the day, you will never h-have regrets over."
He slowly rose to his feet after offering forth his advice, and shuffled off to the side. "I un-understand if you don't have c-confidence in my advice. I must look a sight less useful th-than one would h-hope for from someone who you would w-want advice from." He said, not in a self-deprecating fashion, but more along the lines of being completely honest. If he were looking at himself right now, even he would find himself wanting. Admittedly, he already did, but that was besides the point. All he wanted to do now was lose himself in exercising, but he would hold off, just in case. Just in case they wanted to know something else. Just in case they didn't think him the useless sod he appeared.
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Ooc: I uh... I might have gotten a little carried away with my post... I regret nothing.
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Corrinne listened to Acel’s story, lowering her weapon, she watched him carefully as he explained the reason for his tears. The experience he so recently went through would make anyone distraught and prostrate with grief. Yet, here he stood, trying to move forward. She admired his will and strength of conviction, even though, at the moment, he probably couldn’t see that about himself. She wanted to go to him and comfort him more but suddenly a third male had entered the group. Strong and handsome to some but Corrinne cringed from his words, who could be so inexplicably cruel to mock another’s loss. If she thought she couldn’t trust Dal’Mori before, this new character was definitely on the black list. She decided to avoid this new person entirely if at all possible. Kadiante didn’t have the same reaction to him as Corrinne did. In fact she seemed quite interested in the new face, making an exclamation of his attractiveness. Kad, now drawn to the newcomer had engaged him in conversation.
Corrinne couldn’t fathom why anyone would be drawn to such a rude personality but maybe Kadiante could understand him better than Corrinne could. Dal’Mori had been calming Acel down in the process. Corrinne didn’t catch everything he had said to him but she understood what he was talking about and she approved of it, unlike the other newcomer. He irritated her to the point that she almost felt she couldn’t be in his presence. She wanted to leave, now. But then Dal’Mori caught her attention again by commenting on her stance. Looking down in the direction of where his eyes were, she realized that it wasn’t the strongest of positions. She continued to listen to his words while out of the corner of her eye she kept an eye on the rest of the group. Especially Acel, if he needed a shoulder to cry on, she wanted to be sure he had someone who understood him nearby. Grief was a terrible thing and if it wasn’t treated right it could consume the mind and body. She had grown up with many a tale about people withering away after the loss of a loved one; she didn’t want Acel to be another one of these lost souls. He had potential, Corrinne observed of him and she hated anything that would go to waist.
Dal’Mori became distracted by the new male presence just as much as she had, to the point that Corrinne could see him growing increasingly faltered. But he continued his lesson to the best of his ability, speaking to her in a guiding manner. She looked down at her staff as he spoke of what a weapon should mean to its owner, she never thought of bathing with it, though she did sleep with it now, never letting it out of her sight. ‘Take care of it, and it will take care of you.’ She liked these words and smiled up at him warmly before looking back down at her staff, her fingers gliding over the smooth strong surface of the shell. Corrinne had caught in his eyes from her quick glance, the seriousness and yet the softness he felt from being able to train someone again. Something about it caught her off guard and she suddenly felt her breath catch and her heartbeat. What was this feeling?
The next moment, he was down, she didn’t see what happened but suddenly he was lying there. She bit her lip and hid her mouth with her hand as she let a small giggle escape. “Are you all right?” She asked quietly before he continued his words, lifting himself up to a sitting position. “I never doubted your background, Dal, it happens to the best of us.” She spoke softly in regard to his explanation of his behavior. He continued with his advice, Corrinne smiled and leaned her head on her staff as she listened curiously to his words. He addressed Acel and Corrinne glanced back to Acel and smiled sweetly to him, her eyes lifted in understanding before returning her attention to the top of Dal’Mori’s head as he sat on the ground, somewhat sulking from embarrassment. His words were sound; Corrinne had the same thought earlier from watching Acel train next to her, that starting with one sword would make more sense. But how would he have known, it was nice to have someone around with experience enough in order to offer up advice. Even though he stuttered, Corrinne could understand him clearly; somehow, even his stuttering had endeared him to her.
When Dal’Mori returned his attention to Corrinne she looked away quickly. ‘What am I doing?’ She thought to herself, returning her attention to his words on her weapon. She looked down at her feet as he spoke about her footwork, suddenly she felt as nervous as his words sounded. Her eyes caught on his as he began to speak about the mind: ‘combat starts with the mind. If you are weak in the mind, do not have focus; do not have drive, or motivation. If you do not push yourself or pull yourself back up should you fall. This will all be wasted effort. Fight for something you know you can fight for.’ She blinked quickly as she processed his words and the terrifying thought entered her mind, ‘what am I fighting for?’ Even while battling the reaper crab, she remembered that she continually didn’t understand why they had to fight. Sure, she understood that she had to protect herself from his attacks but what was it all for. Corrinne still couldn’t understand, what was the purpose of their fighting, why did she have to lose her mother. It just didn’t make sense.
She returned her attention to him as he stood up and spoke. “No … I – I think you’re fine. I …” now she was the one stuttering. Glancing up at him, she saw him studying her again and it made her retract her eyes to her staff, biting the corner of her bottom lip. “I think you are very,” Corrinne thought on the rest of her sentence for a moment, several words jumping into her mind but finally settling on, “capable.” ‘What a bland word,’ She thought to herself and continued, “I would like to train with you more in the future, if you wouldn't mind?” Corrinne tried to pull herself together and looked up at him big-eyed to show her interest.
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OOC: Uh oh, does Corrinne have a crush on Dal'Mori? How did that happen? xD
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Acel had felt embarrassed enough as it was, for his tears. He had been sobbing like a child, but he could not help it. He could not staunch the flow of his tears. He bit his lip as he stood there, and he tried to swallow it down--tried to erase the feeling of pain throbbing in his chest, but his heart could not be calmed. He could not stop thinking of his daughter's face. The child he had raised as a baby--taken care of and protected. And as the man walked into the room--this new man who seemed to think himself above the rest of them--and he made light of their deaths, his eyes narrowed and his chest burned. Acel took one look at him and both of his hands were already held tightly on the hilts of his swords. He felt his body temperature rising--and he wouldn't realize it then, but it was quickly becoming a dangerous level. As he looked at the man he stepped forward, moving past the others. By the time that he had reached a close enough distance to speak, Kadiante was already at his side. The tear stains were still trailed down Acel's cheeks, but in no way was the man crying. His face would tell the man his story. It would explain to him his rage. "I can understand that to a soft handed pretty boy who might not know the efforts of a days work, other than the painstaking job of perfecting his hair, or who has never held their own child in their arms, or known what it is to watch the greatest love of your life--that same being--be murdered in front of you, might not understand the state I am in. Perhaps to you it is a passable event--a mere insignificant happening that means nothing..." As he spoke, his blood was getting hotter, and Acel didn't realize it while it was happening, but his pores began to emit steam, the haze of boiling blood flowing off of his body, creating an almost spectral aura around the man. "But friend, or foe, if you ever speak of my motives, or my family in such a tone--I will bury you beneath the fields of my people, and allow their hallowed spirits to consume your soul for eternal retribution." He growled. The mist coming from his body continued as the rage caused his Code Core to react, his heart super-pumping the blood through his body, and at such increased heat and pressure that it evaporated slightly as it passed through him, and heated his body to the point that the water close to his skin was coming off of him that way. "And for your own information. I passed my exam because I fought for it. I passed because I survived. Not because someone else helped me do it. Just like you. I know how pathetic it looks for a grown man to be in such a state--I am ashamed for the inability to stand strong in my crisis. But I know, as most human beings do, that the loss of a child, and a wife is not a burden most can bear without tears. Speak to me when you have experienced the same loss and cried no tears and I will announce you as the better man...or the broken one." He stated coolly, turning on his heel and returning to the back of the room.
It was at this point that Dal'Mori approached him and he looked at the man in confusion for a brief second, before he shook off his rage. His heart had slowed itself, not pumping his blood as fast as it had been before, and the steam coming off of his body had dissipated. However, it was then that he felt it--his entire body hurt. Moving his arms hurt. Walking hurt. Breathing hurt. He couldn't figure out what was happening, because he hadn't even realized that the steam had been coming off of him, he had been so focused on the other man. He breathed steadily as Dal'Mori spoke to him, and he nodded in response. "I apologize for my outbursts of both rage and of sorrow. I am unused to these feelings...to be honest. I have rarely felt such intense emotional responses, as my life has, fortunately, been relatively easy to this point. But you are right...this rage...this anger...I should be putting it to better use. Sulking over their loss will not bring them back. I know this...but I may not be able to accept that for some time. All I can do is work toward making their deaths worth something. Work toward helping others with the power I have been granted through the dark circumstances...thank you for your encouragement. I hope that you can continue to aid me through this time in my life. I could use a man with your background to instruct me on what I need to learn to use these more efficiently." He stated, jostling the blades at his side. As Dal'Mori continued on his way, he managed to faceplant in the middle of the training ground, and he followed this by uttering apologies and losing almost all the confidence he had once had. But, none-the-less he began to instruct Corrinne and himself in the basics of their weapons, and telling him that he should, perhaps, begin with one sword instead of the two, but Acel knew that the two styles of fighting were vastly different. He didn't want to learn one way and then have to alter that learning to suit an entirely different combat premise. He appreciated the advice, but he wanted to stick to learning one style, and one style alone. He needed both of these weapons, and he would master both of them together. He looked at the black and the white crosses, hanging from the guard of the swords and he smiled slightly. Lidia...Jasmine...I will carry you with my for the rest of my life. You shall be the guards at my side. The angels over my shoulder. You will be my reason for living. My reason for cleansing this world." He breathed a sigh as he stood there and he looked at his off hand. So that was the hand he would use primarily for defence. His strong hand was his offensive blade, and that made sense. He smiled as he looked at Jasmine--the black cross sword. This would be the attack blade. Lidia would be his defence. His daughter would be the shield that protected him from harm, where his fierce wife would be the one to strike down their foes. Together they would have vengeance. When Dal'Mori had spoken about bathing with your weapons--cleaning them when you cleaned yourself. Sleeping beside them, all of these things, he smiled again. It all made sense. He had to view them as more than weapons. He had to turn them into a part of himself. He couldn't thank Corrinne or Dal'Mori enough for the ways that they reacted to the man who he had already confronted. Their discomfort showed that they cared for his loss, they truly empathised with him, and it was something that he had not expected from strangers. He was glad that he had let them in after all. He took a deep breath as he was about to thank her as well, but she seemed busy with Dal'Mori, and the look in her eyes as she spoke to him was something that Acel recognised...he had seen that look many times before, as well. He smiled to himself, happy to see that people in this world were still feeling butterflies. He stepped away from the group. Each of them had seemed to pair off by themselves at this point, and he didn't want to interrupt them. He thought about leaving, figuring that he would need to sign up for this tournament that was going on. He was not sure when it would begin, but he was positive that it wouldn't be long. After all, they had seemed rather adamant about getting the notices up. He decided he would wait to see what the others got up to, and after that, perhaps he would go and talk to the reception about signing up for the tournament and figuring out when it was. He walked a little closer to the rest of them and he looked around nervously. "Not sure if the rest of you noticed the post on the door...but there's a tournament for new baiters like us...were you guys going to join up to it?" He asked generally, not looking at any one person, but instead shifting his gaze from person to person.
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There were many reactions that brought a simple smile to Akio's face. One he didn't expect, however, was a woman who didn't at all seem perturbed by what he had said. In fact, she found it attractive? How interesting. Akio let a slight tilt touch his head as he leaned on the door frame. He couldn't say she herself was unattractive, which made him let out a small chuckle. Any woman who reacted positively to what he just said was someone he could be friends with, but he wasn't sure about trust. No, but she would be interesting with her glowing eyes and playful tone. "You're not wrong, that I am. Oh, and don't forget about the hair, it's pretty too." He said, throwing her a wink. Akio's voice had a twinge of an accent that was a strange mix of both Chinese and Japanese, but for the most part came out like melted milk chocolate. "The name is Kawaguchi." to his introduction, he almost added 'I HAVE a pretty p***k, too.' but perhaps that would go a little too far. He did, after all, have morals.
Another reaction that he didn't quite expect, was the quite tall dark haired man. It seemed as though that what had came out of his mouth sent the man into a frothing rage that Akio wasn't quite ready for. Not from that one, at least. The other, mor kinder woman, seemed to have ignored him completely, but that tall man.... He seemed to spit and sputter in his anger, trying to formulate words that never actually passed his lips. The reaction was so beautiful, Akio almost let out a laugh. He looked like he was about to fight, stepping forward ever so slightly before the woman who was about his height stepped in and said her bit. It was an amusing action to have seen, but he was glad that the man wasn't jumping into scrap. The man was much taller than Akio, and looked to be built for closer fighting than Akio was. Though, he himself had also been trained for such events, the height advantage was still there.
However, then the wonderfully balanced man fell flat on his face and all Akio did was watch as the man went down. He let a snort escape from his nose, raising one eyebrow as the man turned bright red and tried to recover from the mistake. The taller man attempted to recover as best he could, and it seemed that he had lost all his confidence in what he was saying. And he honestly shouldn't have. Logically, it was all sound information, though Akio had some issues with how he felt about the weapon. Yes, it was an extension of your arm, it was also still a tool. But that's how he was brought up, and it wasn't his business to mention it. Instead, he would continue to train how he always had. But the man tripping on nothing and falling over because of it was rather adorable. To think that at some point he would have to fight with this man, even if the other hated him. Akio could only hope that he was less clumsy on the battlefield.
Then came the man who he had directly spoken to. Personally, Akio didn't think he could have received a better response. The man went so far as to threaten his life if he said even one more thing. He was right, though. His hair did take a while to do in the morning, but that's not the point. The man, rightfully so, accused Akio of having never experienced the pain of watching someone die. This almost made him mad, the feeling of spite rising up inside his heart like boiled water. It was a fair assumption, but one didn't simply have scars on their face by living a regular uneventful life. Instead of reacting, though, Akio stuck his finger in his ear to get an itch, then looked down at his pinkie finger to examine his nails. The man rattled on about how if he ever lost someone important or... something, then didn't cry or whatever. He stopped caring about the words. Each sentence said the same thing; That the man was unhappy about him saying what he did. He chose not to respond the way he wanted, knowing full well that what he wanted to say - 'Well, if your people are as weak as you, then that might not be a problem' - would make the man leap across the room and punch him in the face so hard he'd suddenly have highlights in his hair. Instead, Akio shrugged and responded with, "Eh, I don't really believe in ghosts, but sure." The aura didn't scare him, nor did he think it should. At this point, the blond would be easy to block.
And once again, the blonde apologise for his outburst of anger, and his tears. He had become reasonable again, and Akio felt as if that was a much better response than tears and dramatic outbursts. This made Akio smirk again, watching the outcome of everything. This group was going to be enjoyable, to say the least. And on top of that, the red head was making googly eyes at the man who tripped. At that, Akio was so close to laughing that he had to cover his mouth before even a snicker came out. No, that wouldn't work. He could already see that, but that was something that he didn't want to mess with.
Instead, he turned to the brunette woman who was standing next to him and whispered, "Wow. Would you look at that. First day." All he could do was shake his head. Without thinking about his actions, he reached up and touched one of the scars that marred the side of his pretty face. "watch that crash and burn..." He muttered, watching the redhead. He was curious if the male she ogled would respond. He guessed he would have to wait and see.
Then the blonde male actually said something that interested him. According to him, there was a tournament set up to happen relatively soon. Akio looked back behind him at the paper on the door, giving it a quick once over. He didn't do an in depth reading of it, but received the gist of it. It seemed interesting, seeming as if it was going to be a weird tiered event where everyone was going to be pit against each other to get stronger for.... Well, doing what they actually needed to do. Perhaps he would enter, if only to try out his abilities. Not only that, but he would be able to gauge his new partner's, or teammate's, abilities as well. He had never seen them fight, so that would be a good time to do so.
Wherever he chose to do, he would still have to at least try to read the fighting styles of the other, then adjust his to compliment. Akio let out a hum of interest as he turned back over to the others. No matter what, really, things were going to be interesting, to say the least.
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Kadiante had no other intention than having someone new to talk to that was not so serious when she had spoken up to the newcomer to the room. He was the most interesting to her so of course would hold her attention the most. However, she did listen as the rest of the room reacted. The tension was thick, and it made her grin a little. At least there would be some entertainment instead of just drills, she was tired of those, even though she was well aware she needed them to be able to brandish her mace correctly. She stood more to his side noticing that he was much shorter than the other two men and she could almost look him in the eyes. He held some of the same heritage as her that much she could tell but she was curious what his story was. She looked at him sideways to keep her eyes on the other movements that were happening the room but winked right back at him, enjoying his response greatly. “Well,you'llhavetomakemineprettyonetimeformethen,sinceyouareohsowellschooled.I'mKad,” Kadiante grinned at him and could see the glint in his eyes that let her know there was something more than he wanted to say. Her new eyes followed his to see Dal'Mori enraged, and it put Kad on alert out of habit but she stayed still wanting to see how everything would play out. When he tripped though Kad was shocked and her body jerked slightly forward to go and help him up. Kadiante could be a right b***h at times but growing up in the supportive guard community made her always want to help anyone fallen or getting attacked. Then she caught herself and just watched and listened as he stuttered an apology, her going to help him would have only made him more embarrassed she was sure.
As Acel dug into Kawaguchi, Kad found herself back rigid slightly, ready to step in and stop anything that might happen. She completely believed in people having disputes and figuring it out themselves but they were all a team now. Liking someone did not matter when the fighting would happen, and Kad could only hope most of them in the room and the many others they would meet would have the same mentality. Though, the harsh words from Acel made her raise an eyebrow. She knew the man was sensitive but could he not take a joke? It surely had been meant as one, or a jest. Hell, he might have been looking for this reaction. She would have to stick around Kawaguchi more if he caused this much turbulence. There would always be a show at least. Then the aura came and Kad stood there wide eyed. What in the ******** was going on that made a man steam? Had they done more than just replace his heart as he said? Would something odd like this happen to her? Acel seemed to not even notice what was going on with him and Kad could not tear her eyes away. The spell was broken when she heard Kawaguchi mention something about the ghost, she had lost track of what Acel had been saying but she relaxed after seeing him go and speak to Dal'Mori again apologizing. This man was a mess. Her attention was grabbed again when she was told to look at Corrinne and Dal'Mori and saw the tell tell sign of girl whose interest was sparked. It made her chuckle slightly, it was too damn cute not too. Kadiante wondered if the woman had any idea herself yet.“Couldcrashandburn,butthenagain,whoknows.Redheadsarefeisty.Notsureifhecouldhandleher,” Kad whispered back nudging him slightly with her elbow. She knew then she had found a friend who would get her and understand her lack of filter. She knew a story, and a spectacular one, went along with those scars. She would ask him when nothing else was going on, or she got bored of whatever was.
When Acel walked over from his pouting place and mentioned the tournament Kad looked over herself at the paper. The purple glow from her eyes reflected off the white and it threw her off some, she would have to get used to that and quick. Blinking slightly to focus some she read over the paper quickly memorizing the information enough to understand the rules. They would all fight each other, good. She needed to move more in her own body and knew better than to expect to get through the tournament without getting hit like she had the HALF process earlier. Kad met Acel's gaze and nodded her face lighting up.“HellyeahI'msigningupforthat!Gottohaveachancetoseehoweverythingworksnow.BesidesmyeyesIdofeeldifferent,andIamstupidcurioustoseehoweveryoneelseplanstokickassoutthere.Icanonlyimaginehowroughitisoutthere.Anyhelpwilldogood.” She nodded perking up before looking over at Dal'Mori, “Sotrippers,readytostartwiththathelp?” Kadiante said with a grin and no malice in her voice. It was more a friendly tease, and more than likely going to be the mans nick name for her, forever. “Kawaguchiyoulookallseasonedlikeyouknowhowtoswingsomething.Shouldshowuswherealltheconfidenceyouhavecomesfrom.Withyourpantsonofcourse!” Kad tried to beat him to the punch of a d**k joke, still testing just how far she could go with the man. She bounced on the front of her feet slightly going towards Dal'Mori and moving the mace around slowly trying to get a feel for it's weight as she grinned at Acel, “You'llgetachancetoswingthembadbabiesaroundtoo!” Kad was feeling better now with everyone in the room hopefully over the awkwardness of their recent pain, and wanting to just talk. She was itching to do something, even if it was just swinging the mace around like a dumbass, she had to start somewhere. Thinking about that she shrugged off her leather jacket exposing her black tank that showed off her lean muscles. Maybe she would get some impressive arm muscles out of wielding the heavy specialized club. She just tossed her jacket to the side where it would not be in anyone's way and waited as patiently as she could.
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Going through a portal wasn't new to Sarah, though the feeling was always the same and not something she was completely use to. Sarah let the scientist led her to the portals and stepped onto one of them, waiting as he sent her to the headquarters of the B.A.I.T.R.s. Sarah felt herself get nervous even more. She was doing this all on her own, nothing something she was use to. Usually her brothers were there to help guide her around since she couldn't hear long ago and needed guidance. Now they weren't needed, but they were desperately wanted. Sarah wasn't sure she knew anyone at the city where the headquarters stayed. Possibly a couple of fans but that didn't really count. If anything, Sarah would be better off staying at the main place until she was sure she wasn't going to be chased down the road every time she stepped outside. It was bad in Chicago when she got her surgery and started to perform with her family for the first time, but maybe Gondora was a little more tamer when it came to famous people. She could hope anyways. She did ask if she would grab her weapons before teleporting. She wanted to be ready in case she was suddenly pushed into a mission.
Sarah opened to her eyes to another portal room, certainly different than the one in Toronto. Sarah didn't have to worry about her bags, she was told she would receive an email telling her where her room was. For now, she wanted to explore and perhaps find someone that was among her level. Sarah made sure her hood was up before venturing out. She couldn't help but glanced at her arm where in her dream, she had been scratched. Of course there was nothing there, but it still unnerved her how real the fight was. She took a deep breath, stepping down from the portal, looking around until she saw the sign that said EXIT. She stepped out, glancing around as people walked past her, giving her some glances and a few eyebrow raises. Probably due to her hood. Sarah merely looked down and walked around, listening in on some people. It was something she never got rid of. She could read people's lips a little well, but ever since she would hear, she just wanted to hear people talk. She was collecting bits and pieces, especially about a few more recruits that just recently joined like her. Something about them gathering in the training room, how typical it was. Sarah stopped listening, feeling a little excited. There were more recruits? Ones on the same level as her?
Sarah quickly started looking for the training room, but she didn't see any signs for one. Maybe she was too far away from it. Maybe a map or something? Sarah took a deep breath, realizing she would have to walk blindly for a little until she found the training room. That was unnerving. She took a slow step, glancing around for any signs or maps that would lead her, but she didn't find any in this room full of people. Though she looked lost, everyone didn't ask her if she needed help, figuring she didn't want any help with her hood up like it was. Sarah stepped down a hallway then another before coming across a You Are Here map. Sarah felt a little excitement as she walked faster toward it. The excitement quickly sunk when she realized she had went down the wrong hallway, the training room being in a completely different area. Sarah sighed to herself. That's just my luck.... I try to find people to talk to and fate decides to mess with me and make me late to join the greetings. She pushed herself away from the map with irritation and began the long walk back down the hallway and racked her memory trying to remember where that hallway was that led to the training room. She had a terrible sense of direction. She always needed a map and not having one now was really nerve wrecking. She needed to calm down. Deep breathes Sarah, it's not like they'll attack you on sight right? Not like they're waiting for you like anyone else at home.
Sarah took a couple of minutes to collect herself, best not to show up already about to pass out from fear. What would they think of you when they saw that. Sarah patted her hip where one of her weapons sat. You're a fighter, you have proof. You survived. Sarah looked around again, remembering the map now and went down the hallway. She found a sign that said training room. She smiled a bit but felt her nerves coming again. She walked more silently toward the door, poking her head in to see five people inside. Three men and two women. They looked much more intimidating than she would ever be. She stood there, listening to them. She blinked when the blonde man spoke about a post on the door, making her glance at the door she was standing next to and sure enough, a poster about a tournament. How exciting! I wonder what the prizes would be? Would everyone get prizes? Should I try or not? Sarah glanced at the people inside the training room and felt uneasy. Maybe she shouldn't, would it be selfish for her to want to try if they found out her background. But that's if they even knew her and her family. It was hard to tell who knew who. Sarah looked back as a woman spoke up about the tournament, sound really fired up about it. Sarah couldn't but smile. She had a lovely voice, especially when she was excited about something. It was nice to hear and Sarah already liked her. She showed emotions that Sarah wasn't sure was okay for her to show, like excitement for battles. It wasn't well liked in her home.
Sarah stiffened when she realized that she was actually eavesdropping. That wouldn't be a good impression at all if they caught her hiding behind the door. Taking in a few deep breathes, she stepped inside, her hands intertwined together in front of her in a respectful manner, something she hadn't broken herself from since she had to be in such a stance at home. Shoulders back, chin up, looking straight ahead, be in this pose when you enter a room full of people. Sarah made a small noise to try and catch everyone's attention before waving. She couldn't find her voice though, so she just kept her hand up in greeting. She felt like an idiot. Maybe she was to approach them like this, but she was so nervous and she wasn't going to perform in front of them, so that limited her to just talking and that was hard enough for her to do as it was. Maybe it was a bad idea to seek them out like she did.
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Posted: Wed Nov 04, 2015 9:25 pm
Dal'Mori Cestrol Menne
Astounding. Truly. That is what Dal'Mori thought about what was going on in that room. It was simply amazing watching it happen. In short moments everyone was starting to find friendship in everyone. In a manner of speaking, sure there were hitches, but it was a great feeling. For one brief moment he felt like he was a part of a community again. Everyone thriving off of each other, people being friendly, people being less than friendly. It was almost like being home again. For one glorious moment he felt like he was at peace, and any second he was going to feel that wonderful breeze...
Then reality hit. And he realized he was not at home, or even near his home. He was not with friends or family. He was in a new place, with new people, and while they were all here for the same thing, they were all basically strangers! It was a truly disheartening realization. Though his body showed no signs of the different emotions, his eyes displayed them clear as day.
Luckily enough for him, he was looking towards the ground.
He pondered Acel's recent outburst. The man was clearly much more expressive than Dal'Mori was. He had no problem acknowledging his loss, and even going so far as threatening people who poked fun at it. Not that Dal'Mori was putting down the action, in fact he was quite thrilled the man had some backbone after all, but it was still like night and day between them. Where Acel was expressing his loss, and feeling his pain, Dal'Mori was burying it deep down. He wasn't sure how to deal with loss of that magnitude, and instead of trying to deal with he was putting it off.
What was curious though, was the steam coming off the man. It caused the warrior pause. Was this some kind of ability that people who didn't live in the village have? Was this some kind of new technology that his people had all but disregarded? If so, what did it do? If it wasn't that what was it? Some kind of curse for using the codes? Dal'Mori didn't think he could handle having his arms or legs turn into tree trunks! He would never be able to wield his weapon again!
However, when a voice in the back of his head told him it was too late to turn back, he accepted it. If that was the payment for granting him enough power to actively search out the destruction of those creatures, he would pay it willingly.
He would pay much more if he were honest with himself, but for the time being ignorance was bliss.
He was then drawn to the sound of Corrinne's voice. His eyes scrunched up in confusion as he moved his gaze to her. She seemed flush, and had a bit of a stutter. Was she embarrassed? He couldn't imagine anything she might be embarrassed for. Was she envious of Acel's power? No.. That wasn't anger in her eyes. Perhaps she was sick? Nodding to himself, he figured that was it. She had to be feeling ill. Perhaps not everyone took to the pairing with the Cores as well as he had.
Truly he hadn't taken well to it. He was still jerky in his movements as if his body wanted to dump more strength into the step than he was used too, but that's beside the point.
"You should get some rest. You aren't looking too well." He decided to say in as kind a tone as he could. He was honestly having a hard time connecting with any of these people. He could only think about how they all seemed friendly enough, but they couldn't completely understand his loss. So, while he was able to act nice towards them, it was ultimately out of politeness, rather than an earnest desire for friendship. His gaze traveled over to Acel for a brief moment. 'He might,' the thought was an interesting one. Perhaps he would be able to befriend some of these people?
They wouldn't be like the ones he had at home, sure, but perhaps one day he could manage to obtain some sort of semblance of what he had before. He wouldn't bet on it, but he could hope right?
He blinked rapid as he realized as he was looking at Acel, the man had said something about the tournament. He once more lamented his awkwardness around people. How was he supposed to make a good first impression if he was always caught staring like some lovesick pup? Sure, that wasn't actually the case, but that could be what it was interpreted as.
While trying to not look like he was looking away, he turned his gaze. He knew he was acting weird, but what could he do about it? Normally people nodded at him or waved, knowing he wasn't doing it on purpose, but how could these people know? How could he explain it to them? That was an interesting problem. He sort of hoped it just worked itself out, things usually did.
Deciding he had waited too long to answer, he finally replied to the question. "I was planning on it. I figure it would be a great place to test out my new abilities, and perhaps get something useful in the process. I can't imagine prizes they'd give for a fighting tournament would be anything but practical." While his words came out slightly stuttered, it wasn't as bad as before. There was a noticeable hesitation in his tone, that was certain, but it wasn't as bad a right after he'd fallen.
Turning his attention towards Kadiante, whom had finally stopped pandering to the aggravating gentleman at the door, and asked him for some advice. He was less than pleased with her choice of nicknames however. He was already ashamed enough that it even happened to a fighter like himself, did she really need to draw attention to it? It almost caused him to be spiteful in return, but he was too kind in nature for that, and simply nodded with less than a smile on his face.
"Your weapon is about as basic as they could get honestly. The hard part is not using the weapon itself, but gaining the strength to swing it around the way it needs to be swung. It is made, despite the optional spikes and the like, to do heavy bludgeoning damage. In short, it means all that weapon is good for is breaking things. Limbs, armor, walls. Whatever strikes your fancy. You need to work on your upper body strength, and footing. The right amount of both will make that weapon devastating. Know, however, that while it is great for breaking, it is not the best in terms of speed. It is a slow, heavy weapon, designed to do massive damage in single hits. So, in short, you need to learn how to swing it right, and make sure you find the most opportune moment to strike, anything less and you'll find yourself in a vulnerable position."
This time he spoke as if he knew what he was talking about. While his tone was still hesitant, he allowed his experience with the weapon to be clear as he spoke. He had actually used the mace once, a long time ago, and while he was naturally gifted with it, like most weapons, he found it didn't suit him all that well. He was built for speed, not slow and steady, which is what that weapon called for.
A soft noise caught his attention as he finished offering his explanation, and turned to see yet another person entering into the training room. At first he started to do what he normally when first meeting new people. Look them over, and see what he could find about them.
This time things were a little different.
His heart race increased drastically. His pupils dilated. Sweat formed on his brow. The walls seemed to start closing in on him. He noticed earlier how it was starting to get a little crowded in here, but this was getting ridiculous. It didn't matter to his mind that the room was clearly big enough for all of them. It didn't matter to his logic that there was nothing wrong.
Fear was irrational.
The room was starting to feel cramped, and he couldn't take it. He was used to being outside, in wide open areas. No walls, no roof. Nothing but open fields and sky for as far as the eye could see. This was too different for him! He had managed to put it off for a while, knowing that there was going to be some culture shock, but in addition to that, his long time fear of closed spaces was starting rear it's head.
He couldn't breathe. He couldn't focus. The only thing in his mind was get his armor and get out. He needed fresh air!
He offered a feeble "Excuse me," before rushing towards the exit. He almost tripped once, was pretty sure he bumped into somebody in the doorway, and knew for a fact he bumped into the door frame on his way out, but he barely paid it any mind.
If anyone were to tell him it had happened, he wouldn't recall, too driven by the fear in his mind to change course or stop. On the way to his room, he apparently knocked a few people over, slammed into a trolley carrying paperwork, and scared a small group of people as he tore around the corner. It made a very easy trail to follow.
He had also, in that period of time, went to his room and grabbed his armor and trench coat before leaving. His mind was bogged down with irrational fear, and thus it went for the things he knew could comfort him. The only problem was he now needed new clothing to support his armor, as his new strength had ripped his previous set to shreds attempting to take it off. In addition to that, he had also managed to find his way outside, where upon exiting, he found that it was even worse out here.
Despite being late at night, there were still several people around. Despite it being outside, there were still walls everywhere, in some cases side by side! As if there needed be no room for the place to breathe!
It was chaos! Pure and utter chaos!
Dal'Mori was a simple man from a simple, hard working life. He was not used to technology, or city life, thus this was all very shocking as far as he was concerned. So many people, so many walls! If he could describe hell, he imagined this would be it. How could anyone be happy to live in this place?! There were hardly any trees or fields! Even at it's busiest in the village, people weren't walking that close to each other unless they were family!
His breathing started coming in short ragged gasps and he just reacted! This was new to him! Sure, he had experienced terror before, like when he was a kid and broke his leg, figuring it would end his goal of being a warrior. This? This was different. He couldn't think. He couldn't focus. There was only a need to move.
So he followed it, his body taking him off down the street. He pushed past people, not even acknowledging that he was bumping into people, his body not even registering the pain as he slipped a few times on the sidewalk. Was this what fear was like? This truly irrational thing that drove him forward? It was maddening! Even as he basically ran away, he was capable of thinking, at least in the back of his mind, that he was over reacting. Perhaps there was something deeper than just his usual fear of walls?
Those thoughts ended as luck smiled upon him at long last! It took everything from him. His home. His family. His belief he had been doing good in the world by killing those monsters. It almost took his optimism, but he found that happily still intact.
Anyway! The reason luck had smiled upon him? Despite finding himself in a metal forest, full of people that seemed to traverse it regularly, he found something that caused him to almost immediately calm. He found a park. A simple, small park. Sure, he technically didn't know what that actually was, but he found a place where grass and trees actually managed to thrive in this place! It was like finding an oasis in the desert to a dehydrated man.
He stood there for a few moments, just staring at the park with wide, but happy eyes, his body rigidly still like a stone pillar, as if still suffering from shock.
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Ooc: I left it there in case anyone decided they wanted to follow after Dal. If not, I'm totally fine with that, he's got some solo stuff he needs to handle anyway, but I figured I'd give the chance if anyone wanted it. ^-^
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Being distracted by Dal’Mori, Corrinne only caught the end of Acel’s angry outburst. She saw what the others saw, that he became notably broiling with rage. Raising her eyebrows, stunned by his visual expression of anger, she hid by Dal’Mori’s side till Acel came to the end of his tragic back-story and apologized for his outburst. Corrinne smiled awkwardly, understanding Acel’s pain but also understanding the others response of confusion in how to react properly to his grievous reverie.
After a short period of time, he became noticeably calmer and asked if the others would join the tournament. “Tournament?” Corrinne paused and walked to the door to check the notice, “oh.” The notice hadn’t been there when she entered. As she studied the flier her ears caught the slightest hint of whispers behind her coming from Akio and Kadiante. She shot a bitter glance back at them till Kadiante spoke up about joining the tournament as well. If everyone was joining Corrinne sighed and looked up at the posting, “I guess I will too,” she grumbled from exhaustion. Then while reading the tournament notices another small girl entered the room and chirped up to introduce herself. “Hello,” Corrinne smiled to her politely and tilted her head to the side in a friendly manner. Till something brushed passed both of them and uttered an uneasy “excuse me.” Corrinne didn’t expect it to be Dal’Mori, she could understand if it was Acel, who had become noticeably more and more strained as the night wore on. But it was Dal’Mori, who, less than a few minutes ago had been engaged and instructing the group contentedly. Confused, Corrinne played with the thought of going after him; she wanted to know what had caused him to rush away so suddenly. But perhaps it was for the best that she let him go. Her heart suddenly felt a pang of grief once he left and she shook her head irritated at herself for having feelings toward someone she had just met. ‘What is wrong with me?’ She questioned in her mind again before cupping her forehead in her hands.
‘Maybe I’ll take his advice and get some rest,’ she rested for a moment before returning her attention to the new girl who entered, “pardon me, I’ve been training for a while and I’m pretty tired. My name is Corrinne, what is yours?” Corrinne gathered her things in her bag and used her staff to lean against as she talked quickly to Sarah. Looking back to the group, she waved to everyone, “goodnight everyone, maybe I’ll see you tomorrow, Acel, take care of yourself and get some rest.” She smiled to everyone before checking with the new girl again on her way out. “You all right, do you need anything?” Corrinne asked out of force of habit.
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OOC: Meh, my line count's pretty pathetic compared to yours but whatever.
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Posted: Fri Nov 06, 2015 10:34 am
Acel took a deep breath as he stood there, wondering what everyone would be thinking about the tournament. He wondered if they would all join in and try it out, or if they were going to let it pass them by. He waited for a few moments. Akio had barely responded at all when he was talking to him, though the woman, Kadiante as she had introduced herself, had looked at him like he was some sort of alien. He had been utterly oblivious to the steam that had been coming off of his body, but she had most certainly taken note of it. Akio didn't respond to the comments Acel made at all, but instead he just ignored him, like he wasn't even there. This was almost more infuriating than if the man had made some sort of snide a** comment. Acel knew that ignorance and pride could make a man a fool. That he obviously didn't know what it was to lose someone like Acel had lost...and for this, he couldn't exactly blame the man for being as obtuse as he was. After he had mentioned the tournament, Kadiante perked up, seeming extremely excited for the event. Acel smiled ever so slightly at the woman, as she went about, making small comments towards everyone and their weapons. She was a lively woman to be sure. He looked down at the swords on his sides, wondering if he would really be able to make good use of them quickly, like Dal'Mori had said. He wasn't sure that he would become proficient with them any time soon, but the best way to learn was to try really hard not to get killed with them, he was sure. Something about learning by doing perked his interest, and he didn't feel like he could truly develop his own style by following the advice of a computer. He needed to fight with the swords to learn...at least that was what he figured was the case. Perhaps when he fought with them he would just make a fool of himself...only time would tell. As Kadiante took off her black jacket and tossed it to the side, it was obvious that she wanted some form of sparring partner. The woman was radiating anticipation as she stood there. He wondered if she was always this eager for a fight. It was at this point, however, that Dal'Mori made his exit, running from the room, and disappearing with little more than an 'excuse me'. As Dal'Mori left the room, Acel noticed the woman who had entered, walking in and smiling softly, giving a wave after issuing a small noise for attention. She was rather cute. Just a small little thing, but she was interesting, to say the least. Her eyes had a sad puppy-like quality to them, and it made him want to go to her--to take care of her. He didn't know why, or what could have possibly made him feel that way so quickly. He had been feeling nothing but the roiling turmoil of loss, since he had woken up--but the sight of this young woman made it soften in a way. His instinct to care and protect was kicking in, and he just smiled softly and waved back to her. Corrinne, on the other hand seemed a little disheartened by Dal'Mori's sudden exit, and Acel felt for her. She was obviously smitten with the man, though she would likely realize such fleeting emotions were not solid enough to dote on after just meeting a person. Knowing nothing but the person's first impression left very little for an actual romantic feeling to grow. Love at first sight was something of a fantasy--and something that often led to heartbreak instead of love.
He walked over to where Sarah was standing in the doorway and he smiled at her again, reaching out a hand toward her. There was absolutely nothing threatening about the woman at all, except perhaps the gun on her hip. There were an array of small black rectangular objects on her side as well-which for all he knew could be grenades of some sort, but she seemed so meek he couldn't even picture her fighting. But, she was a baiter, or she wouldn't be here, and that fact alone told him that she had some sort of strength to her. As he was about to speak to her, Corrinne said goodnight, and he opened his mouth to protest her leaving, but he thought better of it. "Well, hopefully you get a good rest, Corrinne. It was a pleasure to have met you, and I promise to be a little more stable in the future. I believe the tournament is to be held soon, though I am not sure if they meant soon as in tomorrow or soon as in a week from now. I suppose we will have to see. I am going to meet back here tomorrow morning or afternoon, but it's up to you whether you'd like to come or not." He stated, scratching at the back of his head nervously. He turned back to Sarah with a nod and he looked at her and then at the training room. "So, you're new to this, like us, huh? I was just talking to Corrinne about it, but there's some sort of tournament for new baiters to join up to. I don't think it's a big ordeal but it is something that could be interesting at the very least. You should join with us. My name is Acel, by the way, what's yours?" He asked, motioning for her to come inside as he walked back into the room and looked from Akio to Kadiante. He took off his white trench coat, finding the fur lining beginning to get quite hot, leaving just his black t-shirt on as he rolled his neck. The metal contraption that led to his heart could be seen pushing against the shirt lightly, creating an outline of his left peck. "Well, it doesn't seem like Dal'Mori is intent on instructing you in actual combat. But you look like you wanted to have some sort of spar. You just might have to wait for the tournament to test your club out." He said with a slightly sad tone, feeling sorry for her to have gotten all excited for the training and then been left to hang. He took a deep breath and he clenched his teeth as he turned to Akio. "I have been too unstable since I lost my family...and I apologize for my comments toward you. I should have let your remark slide. I hope that we can move past such grievous introductions." He stated with an apologetic nod, holding out his hand. He turned to Sarah afterwards, looking from Kad to Akio. "This is Kadiante and Kawaguchi. They are new baiters as well." He stated with a nod to her, waiting to see what the others planned on doing, now that two of them were going to be leaving. Acel wondered if it was time to retire for the evening, as well. Perhaps he should rest himself for the upcoming events.
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OOC: I am going to suggest everyone getting ready for bed, shortly, within then next post or two, though, because I think I am going to set the tournament to start soon. As we can begin the first round of things, and then have the people who are still in the process of their H.A.L.F trials come in and do their rounds later.
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Posted: Sat Nov 07, 2015 1:47 pm
The tournament seemed to brighten everyone else up, including the man who was quite literally steaming from anger. Kad even began bouncing into the middle for the room, challenging both him and 'trippers' to a practice round. To that, Akio had to let out a laugh and a toothy grin. "With my pants on? How boring!" He chimed, pushing himself off the door-frame, just in time for a small woman to walk in. The small one seemed rather high strung, for whatever reason, though he guessed he couldn't really blame her. Perhaps she was shy, this only proven by the fact that she didn't actually introduce herself to anyone, but simply let out a small noise to make people be aware of her presence. At that point, the man with the black hair seemed to ... break, as it were. Akio looked in his direction, narrowing his eyes at the man, studying the body language as it showed itself.
It was strange how fast that man could go from confident to a nervous wreck in a matter of moments. As he brushed passed Akio, lightly bumping into him, he could see how flustered he was. Panic attack, maybe? Akio shrugged, letting the man be. The man would recover in time, and hopefully be better on the battlefield where his footwork and mindset mattered. Then, shortly after, the redhead decided it was best for her to leave as well. Hopefully, he thought, she wouldn't try to follow the other man. She was smitten, after all. Akio fought the urge to let out a groan.
Corrinne, that was her name. How interesting. And she was being so kind to the small one who entered. That was important to note, at least for him. With a woman who was as caring as her in stark contrast to Kad, things were going to get interesting. Hopefully in a good way, of course.
Acel was the blondes name. He made note of the ones he heard, but was not directly introduced to, ingraining each of their faces to a label in his head. Kadiante, Acel, Corrinne, and... he assumed that Dal'mori was the one who left. Akio let out a low humming noise as he was then, as it seemed, begrudgingly approached to apologize. For a second, Akio couldn't help but be proud of the Acel for being the better man in the situation and admitting his fault. It wasn't everyday that someone would willingly admit that about themselves, so he was glad that the man was willing to put that behind him. Granted, Akio was not going to apologize for what he said, but it was good to hear that Acel was a good man. With a happy smirk, Akio took the mans hand in a shake, "Well, at least you can admit it." He said the smirk still there on his face, tone heavy with teasing. But then, he felt it necessary to add something else in a more serious tone. "Get some rest though. It wont make it easier, but it's better than being around too many people. At least for now." When he said this, his voice lowered significantly, nothing compared to the higher more elegant sound that his voice was when he normally spoke. See? Akio wasn't so bad of a person. He let go, noting how calloused Acel's hands were. The man did obviously work for a living, and it showed more now that his coat was off. Acel was muscled in a way that showed not just fitness, but a functional bulkiness that meant he was using every single muscle to their extent.
When Akio stepped back, he was introduced to the small adorable woman. She was cute and most of the people in the room seemed to immediately warm up to her, so, in response to Acel's introduction, Akio made an affirmative noise. He then gave a short, but mildly polite, "Pleasure to meet you." and bowed his head ever so slightly.
this would be the end of mass introductions though, as it seemed that everyone was leaving the training room. At least for now. Kad seemed like she had no intention to leave just yet, but Corrinne and Acel were both gearing up to do so. Perhaps it was getting to be about that time? Akio looked at the watch on his wrist, looking for the time. Ah, it was getting late, and he was getting hungry. Food seemed to be what his first order of business would be. Again, he let out a low hum. His only question for himself at the moment was if he wanted Okonomiyaki, or a gyudon. "I'll be heading out for food." He placed his right hand on the pommel of his sword, which he kept on his right side, and nodded to the woman who walked in, then to the rest of them. Of course, there were a couple other things he wanted to do, not just eat, but he would leave the rest of his nightly activities fairly ambiguous for the time being. For now, what they didn't know wouldn't hurt them. "Sorry, Kad. I could treat you to dinner tonight, but sparring isn't on the menu." He shot her a smile, and a little wink.
