35 - 23 = 12 (12 - 100 = 88 ) 90% Chance All in all, Akio was rather impressed with the girl. He felt good about the fight, but something in him told him that he was going to lose it. There was an assured way that the woman moved that told him she trained long and hard, possibly for her entire life, to work her way to this point. This fact didn't quite scare him, but it made him uneasy. The idea of living a life where it was nothing but rigorous training and fighting, it upset him. Not because that made him fearful, or because it was empty. No, he was jealous. Ever since he started training to be a Baiter, his life changed dramatically. Though it had only been a couple years, since he began, something in him was coming alive again. He wasn't quite sure if it was due to the recent events in his life, or if it was because now he had a source of endless information at his disposal, he didn't know. His thirst for knowledge has always driven him, and now.... Perhaps, it pushed him to want to do great things.
A grin slid across his face slowly. Yes, this excited him. He had ideas, but this tournament.. It was in the way. Suddenly, wherever interest he had in winning was gone. There was a lot of work to be done. Sure, this meant that the fight was lost, but who was he kidding? This person was better than him in the first place? But no, he wouldn't quite give up. He did have to try in order to get better. In the back of his head, he heard a small sound, almost like a gurgling noise. This distracted him for a moment. The hell was that? The gurgling sounded again, this time louder and more angry. An image flashed in his brain, one of a giant grab before he remembered that he was in battle just in time to see another dagger coming for his chest once more. It was coming fast, and Akio did the first thing that his body told him to do, which was swat the knife out of the air like a fly. It was a deft motion, his left hand swinging through the air, knocking the hilt out of balance and thus making it so that the thin fell wobbly out of the air. Almost immediately, another dagger stuck into the ground, a decent amount of space away near a piece of dilapidated wall that had fallen. It was only a matter of seconds later that the woman sprang forward and used the dagger as a springboard to lift her to a small ledge that gave her enough leverage to do what seemed to be an open palm strike to his chest. The woman, however, called out the name of her attack as she did it. Though it was quiet, he heard her say it. The entire idea of calling out names always bothered him, main characters always doing it in T.V. shows he watched as a child. Why do that? He always wondered.
But that wasn't the point. He managed to notice the attack coming and was able to adjust the position of his body just enough that he was able to do something that may actually end up making the woman very angry. She did seem so serious a woman.....
Where her open palm would have landed on his chest, he instead placed his own open hand which resulted in probably one of the best high fives of his life. A sound reverberated around them in a loud clap, all motion stopping if only for a moment. Of course, his hand stung due to the power of the high five, but it was a good sting. A well deserved sting.
Another grin spread across his face before he did his next move, which was to quickly grab the woman's wrist and pull. She had already stopped, but he hoped that she was still reeling from the sick high five that it would cause her to stumble, at least a little bit. As he did so, he quickly drew his sword with his free hand and said an absurd move name before slashing down on her once again. "Chō kyūtona subarashī gensō-tekina kōgeki... Ikimasu!" Perhaps he was provoking the beast, but that was never something he cared about. He thought it was funny, so he did it.
The high five, though, he'd never quite forget.
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Practicing stances, hand positioning, strikes, and rhythm. Corrinne mimicked her hologram trainer completely, memorizing names and positions. Sometimes she was a bit off here and there but he would catch her and correct her in these cases. She smiled; it was nice to be in the presence of someone who was completely unbiased. Then, while training she sensed the presence of another entering the room. And while she was practicing her spins, she caught glimpses of him before she stopped to breath. Sliding into a long stance, she caught her spinning staff in one hand and stuck it into the ground, the point digging into the mat beneath her. Sweat dripped and glistened on her neck as she breathed deeply to slow things down. Closing her legs to a straight standing position, she began to fan herself with her hand.
“Yes, I’m Corrinne,” She started, her bangs drifting back and forth from the waves of air created by her hand, “Are you Satoru Yamada?” Looking him over naturally, she liked what she saw and smiled instinctively. His strong build and tight suit, eye-catching blue eyes and white hair, she would have fun fighting this one and watching him in the process. “Did you find your way here all right? I know this place can seem like a maze at times.” Corrinne was her usual sociable self as she leaned her staff against her shoulder to fan the back of her neck, she hadn’t planned on getting revved up while training but it was probably fine. She hadn’t trained that hard, it was more like a warm up, anyway.
Finding her bag nearby, she took out her water bottle and towel. Taking long gulps from the bottle, her breathing slowed back to a regular pace. She dabbed her forehead with her towel before letting it drop to one shoulder. She wanted to ask him if he would like to start the tournament soon but she didn’t want to rush him, she remembered when she first got to headquarters, tired and exhausted from the mental strain of the battle against the AI Core. Perhaps he was different though, he appeared strong and well adjusted, even if he seemed to have some odd gadgetry attached to him.
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Dal'Mori Cestrol Menne
He stood there waiting for what felt like a while. He had his arms crossed over his chest quite comfortably, his back rested against the wall quite casually, his head bowed down as if to give off the appearance of being asleep, or very relaxed and calm. It would seem to one that he was utterly unaware in fact, but this would be egregious underestimation of his awareness.
On the inside though, things were not that simple. In fact, one might be able to give off the idea that it was the equivalent of a hurricane.
The primary thing on his mind was, obviously, the complete lack of any sort of reaction from Corrinne. He expected her to come out and do one of two things, get mad at him and demand an explanation, or come out completely understanding the words that came out of his mouth, and accepting them. He wondered if perhaps she had completely misunderstood him, if somehow she had missed the meaning in his words. His message had been clear, they needed to be family. They needed to support each other, and be there for each other. The fact that Dal'Mori was doing it for completely selfish reasons was sort of irrelevant.
He had granted her something no other had yet been granted. Seeing beyond the wall that surrounded him and his mind, like a massive structure made out of steel protecting him from both outside and inside. He allowed her to see the innermost portions of what he kept hidden so she could understand the life she was now a part of. The whole idea was to make her realize that family was not a sad thing, but something to be cherished and held close. She would never know when these moments would end, and he wanted her to realize that they could be gone just as soon as tomorrow came around.
Yet, somehow, he got the idea that she didn't grasp the idea he presented to her. This was based solely on the fact that she had not yet come forth from the room. He shook his head, thinking to himself that his students seemed to come to terms with this lesson rather quickly, and yet somehow she didn't seem to get it. He wagered it was perhaps because they didn't raise their kids like that her. Where he came from this was what the entire basis of their home was. Everyone was family, everyone loved everyone. This was how they survived. This was how they thrived. This was how they knew they could come home from a hard fought battle and be happy.
He supposed it could be because of this naivety that seemed to permeate her whole being. She didn't seem to have even some of the most basic combat ideas down, he guessed trying to get her to understand something this important would take a little more work.
This lead him to the decision to check on her, see if perhaps she was having difficulty or something.
Upon glancing inside the room, he noticed she was in fact interacting with some gentleman he had never met before, one with a mop of brown hair atop his head. It wasn't a big deal, he had hardly been around a day, naturally he would not know this person. However, the fact that she was talking to someone gave him hope. Perhaps she did in fact get his message. Perhaps she was even attempting to go about putting it into practice. For all he knew, this guy could be one of the new guys, and she was going about taking his advice to heart.
He nodded, content with the knowledge that perhaps she was not as lost a cause as he had initially imagined.
Unfortunately, this left him with the only other thing on his mind, which he had been using Corrinne to distract himself from. That aftermath of allowing even a small amount of what he had hidden behind the wall to show forth. Memories, and thoughts that he had been trying to suppress were trying to break through. He wasn't sure how much longer he would be able to hold them back.
"Hello my son."
Everything came to a screeching halt. The silence seemed tangible after those words. He could hear his own heartbeat, pulsing in his ears like a drum.
Two times...
Four times...
Six times...
Mechanically, he turned his head towards the single note from the heavens above. Slowly his neck rotated towards the single thing he had any desire to hear. It was harder than he could have imagined, to turn towards that which soothed his injuries. That which chased away all his nightmares. The voice that bested all the monsters in his imagination, such as the ones under his bed or in his closet. The one thing that gave his heart hope, and kept him grounded firmly.
As she slowly came into view, his breathing increased dramatically, so much so one might get the impression he was hyperventilating, His eyes were wide, unblinking and glassy. Every muscle from his neck down was so tense, one could see his blood being pushed through his veins with how close to the surface they were being pushed.
At first she was blurry, like he was looking at her through water. Slowly she came into focus. Slowly she became everything he remembered.
He could recognize her anywhere. Literally anywhere. He couldn't believe she was there. The woman who gave him the miracle of life, brought him screaming into this world. She raised him into the man he was today, the compassionate warrior he could be. This woman was the reason Dal'Mori even understood right from wrong as well as he does.
She was just like he remembered her the last time he saw her. She stood at just under a foot shorter than him. Her hair, practically a match to his own, except not as long. She also took good care of her hair, which gave it a very pleasant silky appearance, where as his was just naturally soft and smooth. Her scent wafted into his nose, a light cinnamon, mixed with roses. Something distinctly his mother. Her eyes were perfectly accurate, a few shades lighter than his own, but no one seemed to notice but them. Everyone said he had his mother's eyes. They held all the love he remembered, bright and obvious in her eyes. They also seemed to look at him with that sort of disappointment, the kind only mothers could use when they thought their child was doing something they shouldn't.
He felt himself wither under that gaze a little bit, but no matter what this was his mother. He wanted so bad to go towards her, so bad to hug her and prove she was actually here. He felt his heart start beating even more rapidly, having started to speed up as he gazed upon his mother, everything in him desiring to go to her like he did when he was a kid. He felt adrenaline start slipping into his blood stream, as excitement wreaked havoc on his mind.
She was here! His mother was here!
He started taking cautious steps towards her, slowly but surely moving closer to her. His mind telling him that somehow the Baiters had gotten it wrong, or perhaps didn't think to tell him of this one survivor.
For one extraordinary second, he found all the stress that had been locking itself into his muscles and mind just flow away like he stepped into a waterfall to clean himself up.
For one singularly divine instant, he felt his mind tape itself back together, and his heart pull itself together back from the shards it had been as he stared into his mother's gaze, not quite understanding why she was upset with him, but bathing himself in the love that seemed to radiate from her like light from the sun.
Within just a few more steps he was within arm’s reach of her, and as she reached up towards him, as he always remembered her doing. His arms came up almost completely without his say so, and he stepped forward just a bit further.
In a perfect world, he would have felt the warmth of his mother wrapping itself around him like a blanket. In a perfect world, he would have felt her wrapping her arms around him. In a perfect world, he would have felt her lightweight frame lifting from the ground as he picked her up like she loved so much.
But this isn't a perfect world. Thus the whole illusion shattered into a million pieces. Like a mirror dropped from the top of a building onto the busy street below.
His arms closed around that spot, fully expecting to feel the weight of his mother enclosed in his arms, as though nothing could be wrong in the world. Unfortunately, this didn't happen. He couldn't pick up what wasn't there after all. So, with that in mind, when he lifted weight that wasn't there, his body over extended itself, sending him crashing to the ground in a heap of clothing and body.
He didn't register the pain. In fact, he couldn't register it. His mind was blank. He simply could not get his mind to wrap around what just happened. He had seen her! He could smell her! Her unique scent still lingered in the back of his nose! He almost touched her! She was there!
How!? What happened?! How was this even possible?! He had seen her! She was there!
She was there!
His body lay on the floor so tense one could almost confuse him for a work of art, admittedly one designed to show pure agony, but a work of art all the same. His eyes hadn't changed much, still wide and glassy, but now they were staring at nothing, though tears leaked from the side in an almost continuous stream.
She was there!! He had seen her, she was there!
The sheer amount of anguish, the absurd amount of pain that raided the inside of his head was terrifying. There was room for nothing else. No other thoughts. No other memories. No other feelings. There was pain, anguish, agony, and perhaps worst of all, he still felt the love that radiated off of her in waves.
He had seen her!
SHE WAS THERE!
Yet... Despite the ridiculously realistic situation he had found himself, a little bit of logic managed to sneak into his mind. He knew she was dead. He was there when it happened. He may not have seen the outcome directly, but he knew. Anyone who went to visit his village would know. She was dead... She was gone, and nothing could ever change that. It was all a terrible trick his mind had played on him.
He was alone. So utterly and completely alone.
They were all dead. All of them. Except for him. He was spared to live in this misery.
He worked hard to stop wallowing in the misery. It would serve him no benefit.
He took a deep breath to try and center himself, futile though he knew it to be. There was nothing that could offer any immediate comfort from what just happened, but he knew that he would get nowhere laying there. He knew that he could erase that look from his mother's eyes laying here on the floor. He knew that nothing would remove that look from her eye, until every single one of those monsters were dead.
With this new found resolve, he managed to rise, albeit shakily, to his feet. Anyone who looked at him right now would be able to clearly tell he was not well. He was broken, and without sense. If they had any sense of their own, they would know well to not mess with him, not even bother him.
Pity for the poor fool who might try.
He absently moved over to a nearby chair looking thing. It was a little weird to have handle bars on the sides of the seat, as if one might fall out of it, but it did the trick. He sank into it with a relish, closing his eyes and trying his hardest to stop crying.
It was not an easy thing to deal with. Honestly, who could have easily dealt with that? It was his dead mother! She was there! Yet, she wasn't. It was enough to drive one insane!
It took several moments for him to muster up the courage to open his eyes, sincerely hoping that sight would not greet him again. To his immense luck, she was not there to be seen. However, there was something there for others to see. Dal'Mori was changed. Something in his very core was changed because of what just happened.
Something had shifted.
A crack had appeared.
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Dal'Mori Cestrol Menne
It was not an easy thing to go through, if he were being honest with himself. Though, to be fair, if he were honest with himself, that was putting it mildly. It was like one of the most gruesome, dangerous fights he had ever been a part of, multiplied by a great number. It was practically standing in a pool of leeches as they sucked your blood, slowly sapping more and more of you until there was nothing left.
It was not something you could just brush off, like some dust from a fan. It wasn't something you could easily push off to the side, and forget about. It wasn't one of those things that made you have a bad day, it was the whole bad day and then some. He was almost positive if anyone else had gone through that, they would have broken down into hysterics.
In short, it was not an easy thing to go through. It was the single most terrible experience of his life.
It hurt. It hurt so bad he would rather have been impaled on his own weapon than experience it ever again. He would face down an army of the beasties outside than face that again. He would rather walk up and punch that old man in the face, then deal with what just happened again. It could be considered enough to break your average man, but Dal'Mori was not such.
However, even he was not left unaffected by this. There was a scar, both in mind and in heart.
Nothing could remove how real that felt. Nothing could make him forget how familiar and happy he felt. He could see her eyes, feel her presence, hear her voice! It was easily like a bad drug, incredible at first, but the after effects left you an empty husk, but craving what it felt like again. He knew it was her voice! He knew it was her! This was something no one could fake! No one could know!
The knowledge was there though. The fact that it wasn't her. Somehow his mind had made up the whole thing, and for a few minutes that scared the hell out of him. His own mind was creating such real images. How would he be able to tell what was real if that started happening more and more often? The worst thing about it though, was he had no idea what was causing this to happen.
He decided it would be better to not be alone, for perhaps when in the presence of other people, he wouldn't see anything or hear anything.
With that in mind, he rose back to his feet, slowly but surely, and headed off. His goal? Go and be with Akio's family. He knew, logically, this wasn't such a great idea. They both reminded him of home, and he didn't want an episode to occur again. However, they welcomed him with open arms, and he needed that right now. If asked, he would probably tell them he wanted company. However, the truth was he needed something real, something that existed. Yes, they reminded him of home, but they were different on a fundamental level. It was enough of a difference, Dal'Mori was willing to trust they were real.
He needed an anchor to reality, and he was more than willing to allow someone to be there for him. He grew up knowing people were key to pulling yourself back together, and he needed that right now.
Having managed to get lost after his little episode, losing conscious control of himself seemed to be happening more and more frequently. Luckily for him, he supposed, there didn't appear to be any form of mental stability necessary for this job. If there were, he was starting to fear he would fail that particular test.
Anyway...
Having managed to get lost after his issue, he wandered about looking for the way back to the training room. It took a little bit, and several incidents, all of which were not that big a deal with people now knowing about his clumsy nature, but he managed to find his way back to the training area. He heard a few people snickering in his direction, and felt a sting at his pride. This had never happened to him before, but he figured the best way to deal with it, for now, was to let it go and move on.
Upon arrival to the exact place he had been in, he found himself stopped in surprise, but not the bad kind.
Acel was back, Akio was gone, and Chen and Akio's Grandmother were still around. It was literally as though someone had set up this place just for him to return to sanity. Everything he wanted was here, something he was looking for was sitting in a chair nearby, and someone he wanted gone was nowhere in sight. Win-win!
He glanced at the monitors, and apparently Akio had started fighting. Kadiante and her opponent were still going strong, but the sight of blood made it obvious they were making it somewhere. They just seemed to lack the ability to do honest damage though, because most of the damage they had taken seemed like it would be easy to shrug off.
He took a moment to look at Akio's fight, and his head tilted. Akio was going to lose. That was a shame, he wanted to be able to make the man eat those words he spoke. No matter, his opponent looked more than capable enough of thrashing Akio, and he could be okay with that. Speaking of Akio's opponent, something seemed off. Their body was clearly well trained, obvious in the tightly coiled muscles in the areas of body available for sight, and they handled themselves with the confidence one who knew battle carried. Despite this though, something was bothering Dal, something about this girl seemed wrong. His gut was never wrong, but he couldn't spot anything immediately. Perhaps if he had a moment after the fight to look into it, he could figure it out, but for now he would just observe.
A thought occurred to him suddenly, and his head snapped towards Acel. He had something to take care of!
Before heading towards the man though, he took a moment to take in his appearance. The man looked ragged, there was no doubt about that, but not in the physical sense. The man looked just fine physically, though if the pained expressions that kept coming onto his face were anything to go by, something was clearly wrong. He would not dive into it though, because he recognized the look in those eyes again.
They were the eyes of a warrior. They were the eyes of a hardened soul. They were the eyes of a man fresh from combat. It was something he had seen several times in his village when the trainees finally reached the age acceptable to send them into combat. They would go in bright eyed and busy tailed, looking forward to becoming a hero. They would come out the other side, those ideas broken, their views on combat shattered, but they were the better for it. Just like Acel was. He nodded his head in respect, no doubt by this point Acel would have noticed his entering and stare.
Point for Dal'Mori, turn awkward staring into something less so.
However, his business was not idle observation, he now had purpose. Which was great, because it was that final push he needed to lock those thoughts and memories back where they belonged. In the back of his mind, not to be sought again.
He walked over to the warrior, for there was no longer any form of doubt, the man had taken the step from ordinary into the Path of the Warrior. He would simply have to find his own way now. When he was within just a few feet of the man, but well within eyesight, he took a deep bow. His hair swinging by his side as it draped itself over his back, and this time his eyes met the floor.
It was a position of submission.
"I would like to apologize to you for our fight. I went to an unnecessary length for victory in a friendly spar, and that was uncalled for. In recompense, I would like to offer a favor in exchange. The nature of which is up to you to decide. I sincerely apologize, and hope we can move on from this."
His bit said, he slowly rose from his bow, but would not meet Acel's eyes until the man had spoken.
Now, for those who might not know, this was actually a big deal for Dal'Mori. In his village, there was no currency, no single thing that had enough value to be traded around in exchange for services. So, instead, they used a barter system. They traded items for services, services for items, and so on. Thus, offering a service for free, completely free of strings or small print, was unheard of. It was like telling someone you would plow their fields, or make their clothing and in exchange all they had to do was sit on their bum.
However, despite the idea behind it, a favor was a big deal. It was like a promise that Dal'Mori would have to adhere too no matter what now that it was offered. Basically, Acel could walk up to Dal'Mori at any time, and ask for literally anything, and Dal'Mori would not only do it, he would do it with no complaint what so ever.
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Sarah couldn't tell what Kad was thinking, but her reaction to Sarah's silence about getting a hit on her didn't seem like a good one. Did Kad think she was being rude? That had to be it. But how could Sarah explain that she never had been in a real fight until now without making her seem like some inexperienced child? She didn't want to seem like that, she needed to prove him wrong. That she could do this. But never in her life had she thought that she would fight an actual human. She thought it was just going to be A.I.s from the beginning. She had to take in shaky breathes as she attacked, and continued to do so when her attack landed. At least this time she didn't cause any blood. That was good, maybe she could just keep attacking without the blade. She didn't want to retract it though, the blade would be helpful when blocking attacks. She could do that right? Sarah twirled the scythe a bit as she took a step back, readying herself for Kad.
Sarah watched Kad slowly straighten from the blow at the stomach. Sarah could still feel that she was shaking from earlier. She wondered if she could be able to shake it off as the fight continued or if she was going to stay that way for the rest of the fight. Sarah had to move her eyes up to Kad's face, unable to keep looking at the blossoming spot on Kad's side. Guilt and sickness washed over her everytime. Sarah hoped she didn't cut Kad too deep and she hoped she could get over this sickness from seeing the blood. It didn't seem right for her to become sick from it, maybe first time jitters. That's what she could hope for and that it'll go away in time. Sarah froze when she looked at Kad's face. It was completely different. It was stern, and almost frightening. It took all of Sarah's will to not take a step back, but grip her scythe tightly as she watched Kad come after her.
She quickly lifted the scythe, holding it with both hands to block the high attack with the mace. Dear God that was close to her face. Though it seemed that keeping her eyes on Kad's face proved to be a bad idea. She didn't see her leg suddenly come out and kick her hard, causing a grunt to come out of Sarah. She stumbled backwards but Sarah was quick to keep herself from falling completely, pushing the scythe down to the ground and held onto it, one leg stuck out, supporting her while the other bent and hung there, throbbing with pain. Sarah felt lost almost. How could she still fight with one leg pretty much useless? Everything in her attacks called for her legs to be working. Her leg muscles were her only weapon, speed. But it seemed it was useless right now. Speed wasn't helping in this fight. Sarah took a few deep breathes, trying to think. And Kad it seemed, was starting to fight dirty, if she was using the phrase correctly. Her head was bowed down, making her look at her scythe. Her scythe. It was a staff, just with a blade. And it could support her weight.
She quickly pressed more of her weight on it, making it sink a little further in the ground. She had a plan. She adapted well to her surroundings, and if that meant she had to adapt away from fighting fairly, then she would too. Sarah looked up at Kad, her face holding the same determination as she did not moments ago. Sarah put weight on the sore leg, not much but she didn't need to if she did this right. Sarah charged at Kad. She raised her scythe but instead of swinging it, she pushed it into the ground and leapt, using the scythe like a pole just a few feet away from Kad. Sarah had stuck out one leg, the good one, while the other stayed tucked close to her as she aimed for Kad's chest with her flying kick.
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At the moment the high five landed a mixed feeling welled up inside Fae. It made him want to both laugh and kill, but at the same time he understood his opponent a bit better. This man was truly a good match for Fae. At least in his methods, but at the same time it spoke to Akio's untrained nature. It was then that Akio's hand reached out and grabbed a hold of his right wrist, the arm that still held the O Katana by the special sheath. The blade was a bit long for a O katana, and in truth with the long hilt it resembled more of a Odachi, but with Faelan's stature having such a large sword as an Odachi would be nearly pointless as he could not use it to its fullest so his sword fell somewhere in the middle. However it was his small stature that was about to save him from his opponent attack. Faelan spun with the grace of a dancer inwards so that his back was now leaning against Akio's chest the moment after the sword was drawn so Akio's arm would come down to rest on Fae's right shoulder. More importantly Akio's other hand now firmly rested atop Fae's chest as it held onto his wrist that had to move up to accommodate the size of his sword, and to anyone who was looking it would appear more like a lovers embrace than an actual fight. As to seal the scene Fae turned his head quickly and placed his mask up against Akio's cheek as if to give him a quick kiss.
It was the movement of the kiss that allowed Fae to work his left arm, as it was restrained by the close encounter. Deftly it reached for one of the last two knives hidden on his left thigh by the skirt. Once he started to pull away from the kiss he brought the tip of the knife back so that it was aimed for side of Akio's thigh. Fae didn't expect the attack to hit, but if it did it should shock Akio just enough to allow Fae to wiggle free, but if it didn't hit Akio would surely have to let go in order to dodge it. Either way the effects were the same. Once free of his opponents clutches Fae would quickly turn to his left pivoting his left foot so it now pointed directly at Akio. If the knife hit Akio he would leave it in his thigh, but if it didn't it was quickly replaced in the leather holster before his left hand reached up to grasp the hilt of the O Katana. Fae let go with his right hand so the blade was not drawn from the sheath, but instead went with it. Much like a bat Fae shot forward and swung the sword in an ark aimed towards Akio's head.
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Skill: 30 [36] Strength: 30 [35] Defense: 25 [30]
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One Person Army: You believe the only benefit of the A.I. Cores is to supplement your body with additional power. You abhor summoning their physical forms. While fighting without summoning an A.I. Core, you gain an additional +5 to all stats. However, if you do summon an A.I. core, you will receive a -10 to all stats instead.
Dice Black rolled 1 100-sided dice:
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Dice Black
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Posted: Thu Dec 10, 2015 9:45 am
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Turn 9 17 - 27 =1 (100-1= 99 - 15 = 84%) MISSED
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B.A.I.T.R Standing: 38 Health:402/440 Control Limit: 304
Skill: 27[28] Strength: 22[23] Defence: 27[27]
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Acupuncturist - Level 1 - When you deal damage, the foe suffers a -2 to their Strength stat for the rest of the fight.
Zenko Kaze
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Posted: Thu Dec 10, 2015 10:18 am
Acel's movements had all been strained, to be sure. He was moving around as though his body was partially seized. A relic of some old technology that had stopped working years ago. Every movement was like trying to scrape the rust out of his old archaic joints and return movement to something that had long since given up. Every time he successfully commanded his body to do his bidding, it came at a cost, the agony of death refusing to let him go. The stares that he received from everyone who looked at him were painfully obvious--but he supposed that it made a lot of sense. Of course it was painfully obvious. The man had been nearly killed once, and then patched up by some doctors before being sent out into the world to be completely destroyed by creatures vastly more powerful than he had expected. It seemed almost completely hopeless, now, when he looked at his situation. He hadn't been able to do anything in his combat situations as of yet. He had been completely failing his task as a baiter--though somehow it wasn't that fact that was truly bothering him. It was the fact that he knew that he was getting stronger at an alarming rate, but had still managed to lose so spectacularly. He mulled the thought over as he walked through the arena seating area, before he had spoken with Akio. Perhaps, he thought, it wasn't the fact that he was losing that was the real problem...no...no it wasn't. It wasn't that he was losing this fight--it was that he wanted more of it. He wanted more of the outside world so badly that he could barely contain himself. He had been thrown back out in the world beyond the walls, and what he had found there was an incredible city of which he had never seen the likes of before. It was nothing like Bergerac--the only place he had ever really known. It was nothing like Paris or like the Headquarters that he had now seen. These places were crowded--they were muffled by the incessant plague of technology that Acel had never utilized, nor did he feel confident that he ever would. He had seen things that confused him so thoroughly that he could narry believe his eyes. The way that the blacksmith girl had created weapons with a machine--seeming to form them out of thin air--the way the doctors repaired his body that he knew very well had died. How were they able to achieve such feats of a miraculous level? Had they truly transcended man and become gods? Acel shook his head as he got closer to Akio, clearing his thoughts before he had opened his mouth to speak to him. When Akio responded, Acel tilted his head to the side. "You don't know me like that." The thought rang inside of his head, and he didn't really understand what the man had meant by it. The cultural barrier was strong, so he knew he would have to ask the man about his meaning later. But for now, he was asked to call the man "Kawaguchi" instead of Akio. It seemed strange. He couldn't imagine asking someone to call him Belgarde instead of Acel. When he introduced the two women as his mother and grandmother, it made him smile. Acel had lost his immediate family, sure, but his own mother had been there after his fight, and it was heartwarming to see Akio's family there to support him. The way that the woman had rested her head on Akio's shoulder was adorable--it made Acel's chest feel funny--a light airy feeling he could remember well from his recent past. But he could not dwell on that now. He just smiled as she lifted her head to him--though it came out as more of a wince with a happy tone than anything.
As she picked up a nearby plate of cookies, Acel again quirked his head. He hadn't expected baked goods, though he was familiar enough with them. They had little in the ways of electronics and appliances to do such baking with, but as he looked at the woman, he nodded to her before he reached for the plate. "Thank you very much. It's incredibly sweet of you both to have come here to view your son's trial. I am sure there are many who would kill to have a family so dedicated. I haven't had baked goods like these in a very long time." Acel stated with respect in his voice. Sincerity was something that ran through the man's blood. He was a genuine person who spoke what he believed without hesitation. He reached out and grabbed one of the cookies, rolling it over in his hand to observe it as if it were some sort of precious commodity before he placed it in his mouth and took a bite. "Jesus capitol J Christ! That is amazing!" Midas cooed. The A.I. Core, after all, had never had the opportunity to dine on human food such as this. They didn't need to eat to sustain their physical bodies--so many of them that did eat, actually only really ate humans, or animals, or things like that. They ate to destroy more than eating to sustain. Acel's pained expression would melt away as he chewed, tuning out Midas' voice so that he didn't catch himself talking back to the core in front of Akio's family. He didn't want them to think he was nuts. He let out a soft mumble of pleasure, an extended mmmm as if he were sighing with bliss--well, probably because he was sighing in bliss. The man hadn't been this pleased with food since he had tasted Jasmine's home cooking. The woman could have made a gourmet level meal a king would enjoy with just the dregs left in someone's cellar. He chewed thoughtfully, savouring the flavour as long as he could before he swallowed. "Chen, if I may call you that. I thank you again for the treat. It is absolutely incredible." Acel stated with his soft smile, still twisting with pain, though genuine none-the-less. He then turned his attention to the elderly woman there and he nodded to her. "As for calling you Granny, I can't say I am used to using such a title for a woman I have only just met, but if you are comfortable with such things, then who am I to deny that?" He said, the pained smile twisting with his ever so slight laugh that escaped in more of a sharp breath through his nose than a laugh at all. "I appreciate both of your warm welcomes. It is not exactly a common occurrence to find people with such open hearts." He said with a respectful nod. His eyes fell on the elderly woman as he looked her over--she seemed incredibly experienced and hardened, though he couldn't pinpoint if the woman held a commanding presence because of her age and her disposition, or if she had true combat experience and had been through battle in the past. He looked away from Aki and Chen for a moment, but as he did, he met the imposing figure of Dal'Mori, having been walking toward him. Acel knew the man had business with him by the way that he moved toward him in such a determined way. Dal'Mori was eyeing him up, to be certain, but Acel didn't know what for. If he was inspecting him for his wounds that were no longer there, or if he was just analysing how Acel would respond to him after the fight they had.
Acel did not smile as the man bowed in front of him. His inexplicably long hair swung over his side and hung there, still nearly touching the floor--it was incredible. Acel couldn't even imagine having hair that long--he would go insane. It would always get caught--or tangled in things--and it would be so hard to wash! He would sit on it, or trip over it or something. Damn. But that was not what his attention needed to be on. The man was not looking at him. At all. Dal'Mori had always maintained eye contact--even when the man had bowed to someone. He had never seen the man take such a submissive pose before, and it almost made Acel uncomfortable. However, as the man spouted his apology, he listened intently, and when he offered him a favour of sorts, he almost immediately knew what he would ask of the man. He knew it was selfish and unfair--but he knew. As the man rose from his bow, slowly returning to his standing position, he was avoiding Acel's eyes. "You have nothing to apologize for. We were in a battle--and we were fighting to win--both of us. I did not worry that you would become a monster because of the way you struck me. I worried because of the way that you treat yourself. Not others. You are stuck, and you can not free yourself. You do not want to. I could tell as soon as I saw your reaction to Midas...erm...my A.I. Core. They took your people from you--and you hate them with everything in you--it pushes you to seek revenge, I am certain of it. Anyone who had been around you for more than a few minutes could. I want you to free yourself. To fight for their memories--to fight so that people can live like yours once did. A fight for vengeance will lead you into an empty life--a path devoid of happiness, friendship, or love. Do you feel your people would wish to be honoured by nothing but self-sacrifice. Do you think they would want a legacy of blood and hatred to be remembered by? The life you are headed towards...it is that life that will make you a monster--your mind, not your punches. Though, I will admit...it was quite the savage strike. I didn't think a punch could hurt that much. However, I will not turn down your offer--as I feel it would be both a waste and rude to do so. And I will ask this of you right here and now. My favour. The thing I wish to have from you." Acel stated, taking a deep breath as he looked at the man. Acel's cold, grey eyes were locked to the man's with such intensity that the farmer seemed t disappear. The man was slowly becoming like Dal in a way--the farmer remained inside of him, inside of his every interaction outside of combat, though when he drew his swords, it was like something in him changed. "I know it may seem unfair. A cheat in a way. I have much that I want both for you and from you. But, I feel that this request may be the bridge that allows me to bring the better things I want for you. Dal'Mori. What I request is honesty. What I want from you is the truth in everything that you say to me. I don't care if you hide yourself or your motives or your life from everyone else. I want you to always be honest with me. Never lie to me. Perhaps, if you choose to honour this favour...you will find yourself not so alone in this world. And now, when I extend my hand to you for the second time. I do it asking you only to take it if you accept. I give you my hand as not only an ally for our journeys as baiters. But as a friend. Perhaps we can not claim such status yet. But, if you stick by me...perhaps you will find it not such a stretch." Acel stated as he held his hand to the man, looking him in the eyes with such fierce determination that it could shrink a lesser man--though he knew Dal'Mori was not lesser than him in any way. He couldn't tell how the man would react...all he could do was hope.
35 - 23 = 12 (12 - 100 = 88 ) 90% Chance Just like Akio thought, the woman seemed at least mildly angry about what he did. There also seemed to be conflict, though. Perhaps she was also quite amused by it? Whatever she felt, she followed it up with something that greatly amused him as well. Instead of wriggling her way out of his grip, she seemed to move into into it to avoid his attack. But the part that amused him the most was when she kissed him on the cheek. Yes, it was meant as a distraction, as well as placing his arm firmly against her chest, but it was amusing none the less.
But unfortunately for Fae, he did notice then that she wanted to stab him in the thigh to which he simply moved his leg out of the way so she couldn't, then let her go, not wanting to keep her that close to him. Aside from that, she didn't want to be held that long by him at all. When she was that close, he also felt something that made him feel slightly uncomfortable. Blood lust and something hidden deep within. No, he couldn't tell what that hidden thing was, quite overshadowed by the need to kill. Still, it was all enough to make him feel odd and uncomfortable. They put this guy in a tournament? Against people?
Whatever, that wasn't something he needed to worry about, at least until he let that need to kill show. For now, work on the math, and on the battle. The woman came once again, swinging her sword in an arc towards his face. Quickly, Akio brought up his sword to block his opponents. Almost all the strikes were made against Akio's chest or head, which let him know that this person wasn't really playing, and aimed to make this over quickly. This person... Again, he was made aware of just how untrained he was when their swords collided. Fae was strong and fast, and if Akio would have been hit in a critical spot, possibly incapacitating him. This pressed against his mind, thinking more about the blood lust coming from this woman.
With a small grunt, kicked out, aiming for the pelvis area of her, more wanting to push her away than to hurt her. He didn't like this person, nor did he like fighting her. It was time to get very serious or forfeit the match, and he didn't quite want to forfeit. Not unless his life actually depended on it. Instead, he used his given time to slash at her again with his katana, this time aiming more for her chest area.
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Back in the viewing room, Chen smiled at the man who ate her cookies. "I'm so glad that you love them!" She said, the smile warm on her face. "And no, I don't mind you calling me Chen. Akio is particular about what people call him. It seems that he doesn't quite see you as a friend yet..." She explained, seeing the confusion on his face when Akio said what he did. "In Japan, people who don't know each other very well call each other by their family name rather than their given, until asked to do otherwise." She said all this in a polite tone, going over the small amount of traditional Japanese culture. "Took me a while to get used to it myself..." She added, though she was Chinese, she was raised in a more European area, so never had that cultural background. Akio, however, grew up with heavily Japanese influences so adhered fairly well to the culture, even if he was mixed. The warm smile never really left her lips, always so happy to see others happy. No one really would notice, quite yet, but she had already claimed the group there currently as her extended family. It was a habitual thing, on her part, always seeing when someone needed a family and wanting to offer just that.
Granny, however, simply nodded when Acel addressed her. "Would you rather call me Aki? I could imagine that getting confusing after a while." She said, with a mild snark that placed her obviously as related to Akio. The trials of having someone named after you, especially when they were so close. Her eyes trailed to the young man who had just walked in. Dal'mori had the eyes of a man beginning to crack, and immediately, she knew Chen saw it too. He looked as if he really needed someone, perhaps something, and did look relieved when Akio wasn't there anymore. With a sigh, she let that be,, seeing him go immediately to the blond man. That part was none of her business, letting them talk out whatever issue that they seemed to have with each other. She still had that bit of herself that felt she knew who he was, or recognized him at least, but she wanted to figure out what that was before she mentioned it. Besides, the man was busy and her grandson was in a battle.
It didn't take long to notice that he wasn't going to win, and that Akio also knew this. It also didn't take long to notice exactly what was wrong with his style and his faults as a fighter. "He's thinking too much...." She muttered, watching carefully as the two of them moved. He also wasn't taking the fight seriously at first, which drew a sigh from Aki as she watched. "Needs more hand to hand training. Sword work is fine." She seemed to be taking mental notes out loud to herself as she watched, intending on telling him everything he messed up with.
Chen couldn't bring herself to watch, though. Watching her son fight, watching him get hurt, it wasn't what she wanted to do. She loved her son,perhaps too much, and thus only wanted to be there when he, if he, needed her to be. To offer moral support. So, instead, she watched the exchange between the two men, concern written all over her face. The exchange looked tense, and she was worried for her two boys. What he spoke of... What had happened in their fight, she wondered?
Lines: 498 / 35 Ooc: Don't count the second set of lines, Genocide. ^^ Just the first. Bleeeh I'm not feeling this post. >.< But I also don't wanna make it too long. Butts.
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B.A.I.T.R Standing: 34 Health: 460/460 Control Limit: 268
The AI within Fae coldly laughed as it noticed the slight bit of fear that had entered within Fae's opponent. It too had been on the receiving end of Faelan's bloodlust and to be truthful a bit of fear still lingered within it's mind. However compared to the real Faelan the level of bloodlust leaking from him now was like comparing the heavens to the earth. The level of difference was simply too grate. The current Fae could be seen as a Soldier putting everything on the line to complete the mission, but the real Faelan was more like a Demonic Beast that was created for nothing else but death and destruction. In the end it the two were simply incomparable. Luckily for Akio that since the AI had merged with Fae it had learned a little bit more about them man and since Faelan did not see Akio as a threat, for various reasons, Faelan would not allow his true self to be released if it could be helped. Only if Akio managed to push him to his limits would the true Fae actually make a appearance.
When the kick lashed out Faelan moved back a step to avoid any actual contact. The boot to the pelvis wouldn't have hurt of course, but Fae could already tell by their previous interactions that Akio was bad at actual hand to hand. Which meant the closer Fae was the easier it would be to keep his opponent's sword controlled. However this also meant that Fae would be hindered as well being his main weapon could barely be used to block let alone attack at this range. Then suddenly a mental image flashed within his mind and just as Fae searched for the culprit he remembered the AI and it became apparent. Fae had forgotten that since his AI had fused with his Hilt Injector it now had a complete control over it and thanks to the doctor he even had portable blade creator with him that the AI could control as well. Fae cast a glance at the incoming blade and made the decision to give the idea a shot. Shifting his left hand grip from the hilt of the OKatana to the sheathe Fae ducked as low as he could, to avoid the incoming attack, while bringing the sheath in to his side in a low drawing stance. Then as the Akio's blade passed overhead Fae's right hand shot over and latched onto the Hilt injector. As soon as his hand made contact a whirling sound rang out and then a reverberating click as the hilt pushed forward in on itself shrinking a few inches in size. It was now comparable to a normal Katana hilt. Then his left hand flew back releasing the blade from the sheath. When the red blade was freed it was not the size of a Katana and nor was the blade curved like it should have been. The blade was no longer than Fae's forearm and at best it could be called a dagger; the red hue it emitted still managed to appear a bit demonic however.
Fae rose quickly as Akio was just now finishing his full swing. Taking a half step forward with his left leg it was now positioned between both of Akio's legs and braced against his forward leg. His free left hand shot up and pressed against his out stretched elbow to keep the arm from traveling back using both the strength in his legs and upper arms all the while his right hand moved to the side the hilt spinning so his grip so the blade was now reversed and pointed forwards towards Akio. Fae brought the blade down in a sweeping motion aimed at his opponent's abdomen. Once the strike was through Fae would spin the hilt once more so once again the blade was aimed back towards his opponent and and stab forward aiming to pierce the abdomen instead of slash it this time.
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B.A.I.T.R Standing: 42 Health: 400/400 Control Limit: 340
Skill: 30 [36] Strength: 30 [35] Defense: 25 [30]
Tactical Advantages
One Person Army: You believe the only benefit of the A.I. Cores is to supplement your body with additional power. You abhor summoning their physical forms. While fighting without summoning an A.I. Core, you gain an additional +5 to all stats. However, if you do summon an A.I. core, you will receive a -10 to all stats instead.
35 - 23 = 12 (12 - 100 = 88 - 15) 75% Chance Akio made the conscious decision to turn off his fear, at least for the time being. Sadly, what he shut off now, he would feel tenfold later that night. For now though, Akio took a deep breath and tuned everything out but the fight and what he needed to do. Even if his fear wasn't based on the opponent, or his life, more of fear in the long run of this person. Both for the person, and for the outcome of this person's actions. That blood lust, if left unchecked, could pose a huge problem. However, in the battle, as long as they were on the Bureaus grounds, and this match was friendly, he would be fine. He needed to analyze this person's movements and their ability. So far, he had gathered some interesting facts about this person. And even still, this person gave him a lot to work with. Yes, they were hiding so many things about themselves, but leaking things about them too. Body language is a helluva thing, even the subconscious parts.
Fae was fast, easily ducking out of the way of his sword before it made contact, then made a swift action to change weapons. When he completed his swing, he was able to get a better look at what Fae was doing. Apparently, the person had a weapon that seemed to change shape. Akio cocked his head to the right, curious about it. It was a really interesting little device, and he guessed that's what his opponent placed his A.I. in, or at least that's what he presumed. Nothing else really seemed to be the best place to put it, unless he placed it in his mask which would be.... silly, to say the least.
Still, only a second had passed before Fae continued their movements. They put their leg between his, then tried to continue his own motion in order to throw him off balance. Fae did move fast, but not fast enough to keep Akio held down. Using the same momentum that his opponent gave him, he lifted his braced leg and used Fae as a springboard up to a building that seemed to be crumbling. He grabbed a hold of the edge and pulled himself up to the roof where he had a higher vantage point. That was, however, until the building itself decided that it didn't want to remain standing anymore. Perfect. Akio, now standing, leaned forward to help direct the falling wall, only hoping that it could fall onto Fae. It wasn't a likely move, but it was worth a shot.
The wall toppled, the roof and Akio going down with it, as he surfed the roof as the building fell under his weight. The building was sizable, though only one story. From the looks of it, it was an old military from at least a hundred years back. At least that was what he got from the architecture. The roof remained parallel to the ground when it fell, a rather large grin spreading across his face as he surfed. Oh yes, this fight was turning out to be fun. At least for Akio, it was. Surfing a building, great high fives... What else was next, he wondered? Perhaps he could have a lot more fun before he took his first hit, beginning the downward spiral he knew was coming.
When the building fully collapsed, Akio jumped forward, off the roof as it pushed him in the same direction. Maybe the building landed on Fae, maybe it didn't, but he wasn't going to remain in the same spot to make the retaliation easier on them.
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B.A.I.T.R Standing: 34 Health: 460/460 Control Limit: 268
Power House - Level 1 - Every time you deal damage to a foe, they lose 2 Defense for the duration of the fight.
Genetic Genocide
Posted: Sat Dec 12, 2015 3:01 pm
Dal'Mori Cestrol Menne
There was little to no motion.
His body stood rigidly still, his eyes locked on the face of the once farmer sitting before him. He listened to the words coming from the man with a barely constrained rage visible in his eyes. If one were to guess, they might suggest Dal’Mori wanted to hurt the man before him.
They would be correct in that guess.
Dal’Mori glared harshly at the man who stood before him, spewing forth statements like he knew what his family or friends actually wanted. It sickened him! How dare this man assume he knew enough about the warrior’s home to even take a guess at what they would want? He, who had never been there. He, who still had family left. The man had the sheer audacity to actually tell Dal’Mori that his village wouldn’t want him to do what he was doing! Like he had any clue!
It was at this point one should have started getting worried about Acel. The warrior in question was standing perfectly still, his eyes glued to the man before him. If Acel’s gaze was enough to wilt a man with a weaker will, Dal’s would kill them. His eyes were filled to the brim with the burning fires of anger and rage. If it were possible, he would be spraying fire with his gaze.
That is not to say that Dal’Mori was in anyway thinking of trying to kill Acel, or even wish him harm. The truth of the matter was, with all the mental stress that had currently been going on inside his head, the warrior was starting to honestly reach breaking point. He was already having a rough day, basically suffering from culture shock for the majority of the morning. That was followed by a fight within which he had basically lost his mind, like he had when he fought the stupid monster that inhabited his sheath. With a casual ease, he ignored the feeling of indignity from the back of his mind, his mind was elsewhere anyway.
After this fight he ran into someone who seemed to be playing at this lifestyle, rather than living it and had a rather intense interaction there. As if that wasn’t enough, he saw his own mother! This fact still had him reeling. Now, to top it all off, Acel was before him, talking in such a way that Dal’Mori could honestly feel like he was being talked down too.
Naturally, he was angry.
No, more to the point, he was frustrated in this moment. He hadn’t really had time to recover from his moment of insanity, and now he was basically being thrust right back into the mindset that caused all of the turmoil in the first place. His glare intensified, taking on a glacial feel to them, as if taking a complete U-turn from the burning rage he felt before. There was simply too much going on! If this was what life was like on this side of things, he would much prefer to be spending his time out killing monsters than inside here, were things like feelings and memories mattered.
On the one hand, he wanted so bad to strike Acel in the face. He wanted to go all out, loose the beast locked inside, and go all out on the injured man. No regards to his current state of being, no regards to courtesy, or the normal rules to friendly fighting. It would be him brutally working out his frustrations all over Acel’s face, and the weakened man would probably be incapable of stopping him.
On the other hand, this was exactly what he wanted. He needed people to be willing to be around him, he needed people who would fight at his side, defend him as he defends them, all while trying to wipe these things from the face of the planet. Being friends with Acel would come at a cost, the man would be privy to everything Dal’Mori was thinking. Every plot, or idea. All he had to do was ask. The blonde man used his favor from Dal’Mori in a cheat. He used it to get nothing but honesty from Dal’Mori. It was a high cost, but…
Didn’t he already figure that no cost was too great?
The frustration was starting to well up in him in higher levels. He couldn’t think straight. Memory mixed with thought, and left the ruins of a storm in their wake. His body was so tense, his knuckles were turning white and his face was turning red from the exertion.
It was too much!
He couldn’t deal with this!
Suddenly pain rocketed down the length of his arm, starting from his hand, which throbbed lightly as well. His mind slightly clear, he turned to see what happened, as if surprised by what just happened. His fist was planted firmly in the wall, his arm extended just right to plant as much force into the attack as possible. He stared at his fist, his head turned slightly in curiosity, contemplating what it meant.
He felt better, not by much, not by any means, but it was something.
So he struck again. The crack of his fist hitting the wall, the feeling of pain racing up his arm, the slightly more aggravating pulse of his hand all hit him again, and he found his mind starting to calm down.
There was still so much going on! Acel. His father. Acel grinning. His mother. The monster’s yellow eyes. Acel talking about his family like he knew them. It was a maelstrom of torment going on in his own mind. It would be enough to drive most people crazy, and without a doubt that is what Dal’Mori looked like. He looked positively crazed right now. No one human, no matter how impressive their mental state, is infallible. So much had happened today that it was no surprise this hadn’t happened earlier.
Another crack, Another punch, this time his other hand.
It was still racing! His mind couldn’t sort itself out! There was simply too much there! Too much feeling. Too many memories. Things that he didn’t want to think about kept coming into his mind. One side of his mind was telling him that this was what his mother wanted! He needed to kill all the beasts so she could be proud of him again! Her and the whole village!
Crack! Another punch. This time accompanied by a snap, signaling broken bones.
Then there was Acel’s stupid grinning face! Taunting him in all the worse ways! Calling him out like he did! Talking as though he had known Dal’Mori his whole life! Speaking as if he had personally been with most of his village! The fact that what Acel had said was something like what his mother might say wasn’t lost on him, but he just couldn’t comprehend it. He was too lost in the swirling emotions in his mind.
Another punch thrown. Two more snaps heard, as well as the wet squelch of his hand busting open.
The pain brought clarity! Every single punch he could feel his mind slowly starting to put things in order. Perhaps it wasn’t the healthiest solution, but every single thrust of his fist, every single landed blow on this wall helped him feel better. The rage once voraciously present, started to vanish from him, as if evaporating from him with every landed blow.
It was a few minutes later that he finally stopped, in which he would have pushed off any who tried to stop him. He needed this more than they could ever understand. It was helping him think, even if it was destroying his hands. By the time he finished, there was a sizable stain on the wall, splattering this way and that. His hands looked like twisted purple versions of the weapons that had been beforehand. He would obviously need time to heal, but he felt nothing. His arms lay at his sides like useless logs attached to his body. The damage was so severe, swelling was visible in his upper arms. Some people might find it hard to believe that he would have even been remotely capable of doing that to himself.
Those who witnessed it, however, would know for sure. He looked like a man possessed. It was a haunting image to be sure. However, strangely enough, despite the gruesome occurrence, Dal’Mori seemed more in control of himself. Seemed more whole than he had when he walked into the room.
He took a deep breath to calm himself, which seemed to be a very necessary thing around these parts. He turned his gaze to Acel, his stare hard and fierce. Once more the silence came, and it permeated the room. So thick was the tension in the room, one could probably have cut it with a knife. He just stood there, staring at the man, his face blank save for his eyes, which expressed exactly what was going on. Dal’Mori was trying to figure things out in the only way he knew how, through action. Not always healthy action, but action all the same.
His gaze narrowed as he stared at Acel, trying to decide what he wanted to do. How he wanted to approach this. Again, on the one hand he was mad that Acel had spoken about his village again, after he had been specifically told not to. On the other hand, though, he started to see the merit in taking the man’s hand. He stared hard at the man, still trying to work things out before his eyes widened in surprise. His eyes over Acel’s shoulder, but should the man turn to look he would see nothing.
Taking another breath as if to steel himself for what he was about to do, he nodded to himself before taking a step forward. He made to move his arm up to offer Acel that weird hand movement that seemed to cover both greetings and agreements. However, when he attempted to move his hand, he found he could not. He blinked in surprise and looked down at his arm, before a startled look came over his face. He hadn’t realized he had done that much damage to his own arms. He sighed, and decided that perhaps words would better serve him here.
He wasn’t sure what he wanted to say though. He wanted so badly to tear Acel down, chew into him the way Acel had, admittedly probably unwittingly. He no longer felt the urge to hit him, all of that had been worked out on the wall, but he still couldn’t bring himself to feel anything friendly towards the man.
However, he wasn’t looking for immediate friendship. He just wanted a fair shot at it. All he wanted was Dal’Mori to be honest, and they would work it out from there. He could accept this. He found himself strangely okay with the idea, mostly because if worse came to worse he could still use Acel as an alley in the long run. There stood nothing for him to really lose. He looked at Acel once more, but this time with intent. He made sure his brown eyes locked right onto Acel’s, and he stared hard.
“I think you were stupid to go out alone.”
It was such a simple, and perhaps even out of the blue response to everything that Acel had just said, but in those words. In that simple sentence, Acel would find all the answer he needed. Dal was willing to give it a shot, he was willing to try and be his friend. Sure, his methods for expressing this wasn’t exactly the most appropriate, perhaps even a tad obnoxious. However, it was more what came with what he said. His eyes showed it best, he accepted both Acel’s extended offer, and his favor.
He chose to ignore the damage done to his arms, figuring the healing factor that seemed to come with the package of being a Baiter would deal with it in time. Somehow, despite how much pain he should be in, he simply felt none of it. He felt so much more clear headed in those moments than he had in a while, and he wasn’t willing to cloud it up by thinking about how much pain he was in. “Come watch the fights with me.” These words left his lips with a short jerk of his head, indicating the monitors.
The invitation was two parts, the first part was to attempt to hold up his end of the new deal, by trying to get along with the other male. The second was a simple warning, don’t bring up the damage he had done to himself. There were reasons, but those were his own. He had to be honest, yes, but certain things he would not tell the man just because they came to mind. He would have to ask, and even then Dal’Mori probably wouldn’t tell him.
The big issue would come in when Akio’s mom decided to step in, which he had no doubt she would with how banged up he was. The elder woman might not do anything, allowing him to work out his problems in his own way. So, he made the best of the short period of time he had before she started to do the mom thing. Admittedly, a small part of him found himself okay with it. He liked it even. Another part of him was saddened, even going so far as to think that perhaps he had seen his mother because of her.
The way he made the best of that short time, was by glancing at the two fight, quickly coming to conclusions based on what he was seeing. The mousey girl and Kadiante seemed to be evenly matched, but it was starting to look like Kadiante had the upper hand.
Glancing at Akio’s fight, he had only one thought. ‘He’s thinking too much.’ Akio seemed to have a well-developed style of fighting, something the warrior had never seen before. It wasn’t as direct as Dal’Mori’s own, and seemed to be based on speed rather than overwhelming strength. Unfortunately for Akio, it appeared as though his opponent was more than an even match for him. Akio could have a fighting chance if he could get outside of his own mind, but unfortunately that would cost him big time in the end.
These thoughts weren’t important though, they were a shameless distraction attempt as he waited for the reactions from those around him. He felt he needed it.
The reason he felt he needed a distraction?
He couldn’t get what he had seen out of his head. The deciding factor in him choosing to accept Acel’s offer.
Over Acel’s shoulder, when he had been caught by surprise, he saw his mother again. Her smile slightly less disappointed in him.
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Ooc: Hooyah! This was a hard post! I like it a lot though.
I would like to thank Minnow (A.K.A. Mina or Noodles) for her help with this post. Without her, this wouldn't be as good. heart
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Once she confirmed she was in fact Corrinne, he gave a small bow of his head in acknowledgement, greeting and response."Pleased to meet you and yes, I am Satoru Yamada."It was interesting to see that not only was there a woman in their ranks, but she would also be his opponent in the first tournament match. Judging from the small sample he had just witnessed, Corrine seemed quite the warrior as well as a challenge; much like the Zerox he just battle no that long ago. He couldn't help but wonder if anymore women were here as new recruited members, only spotting her in the training room and catching two others on the live recording on the televisions. The young man honestly didn't know the ratio of men vs. women when it came to BAITERS, but he wasn't biased or judgmental in the least. His mother was in the high ranks herself after all.
The red head then asked if found his way here to be alright and he gave a mere nod of his head."The instructions weren't overly difficult to follow, but I was also escorted along the way here by my mother who's a BAITER. It's no surprise though if one were to get lost here on their first visit since the building is quite enormous. Did you have any trouble?"As Corrine moved to fan herself more, dry her face off with a towel and hydrate, Satoru looked more her way with a slight tilt of his head."I hope I wasn't interrupting your training."He could only assume it was in preparation for their fight since he would've done the same thing had he not completed his HALF exam so late and close to the start of the tournament. Perhaps the exam itself was a good trial for training in itself."I wasn't sure how soon you wanted to start our match either. If you'd like sometime to rest momentarily, I don't mind. Otherwise, I'm ready when you are."
