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 Posted: Sun Sep 11, 2011 4:57 pm
He was a jackdamn nosy neighbor who had no right to be doing this, Roch thought as he stepped up to Mot's door. If anything, he should just let Lizzy solve the problem with the Bandit, and forget that he'd seen anything to begin with-- But something told him this wasn't exactly something that Lizzy could solve.
He ran a hand over his face, contemplating his own state for a few moments. He was in love with a ghoul that would always put others before herself, had an uneasy truce with a pal that he'd thought would be his best bro, and dealing with the fact that Danny--his idiotic, brainless best friend, was having nightmares. Sure, he mighta helped with that one, but it probably wasn't completely solved.
And as far as his FEAR learning went? Sure, he'd asked for a mentor, but would any of the second years know how to use a JACKIN GUITAR as a FEAR weapon??
He leaned forward, his forehead thumping hard against the bandit's door, knocking even though he had almost talked himself out of this. But this... he couldn't just leave the bandit like he'd seen him. Even if 90--no, closer to 95% of his entire being told him that he should.
"Bandit?" he called through the door. "Open the door."
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Posted: Sun Sep 11, 2011 5:13 pm
Mot had been down for a few weeks now. Up and down at that. One moment he felt better, but another small failure would come barreling at him just to keep his nose below the water. He motored along as best he could. Worrying his friends was making him feel worse. It was difficult to pretend he was okay around them, but he felt awful when he brought down the mood.
He refused to piss and moan about these things just to get a pat on the head. His friends deserved better than a crybaby cowboil.
He kept his chin up in public, but here in his room he could sulk all he wanted to. He teetered in his chair, his eyepod playing rock ballads in his ear as he wrote a letter to his mother. Most of it was lies about steering clear of trouble and reading five text books a day.
The knock at the door was heard through the tunes he was taking in. Mot removed the skull shaped ear bud in time to hear Roch demand entry to his room.
The reaper raised a shadowed brow, setting his things down on his desk and getting up. He opened the door cautiously. "Yeeees?"
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Posted: Sun Sep 11, 2011 5:21 pm
"Yo," Roch said, holding up a hand in greeting. "I've come to intercede. I think." Oh, that was brilliant, his mind taunted him. But he barged his way inside, anyway. "Because the same guy that wanted to take on an entire room of dangerous bastards was hiding next to the door from a jackin' bush, and I'd like to know why. I might not even make fun of you. Possibly. No, there's a good chance I will."
He looked around the room curiously, his hands in his pockets. "So what are you going to tell me freely and what am I going to have to pry out of you?" he asked conversationally.
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Posted: Sun Sep 11, 2011 5:33 pm
The Grim Reaper raised his own hand in a return greeting. "Intervene." More corrected, blinking and backing away as Roch invited himself in. Well now, he was certainly forward. Hiding anything from the punk would be a hassle, yes sir.
"Aha.." Mot chuckled, rubbing his neck. Oh right, he had forgotten about his ballsy act of foolishness back at the casino. It had not been a smart move. His pride had gotten the better of him.
Pride, maybe thats what this was all about.
"Well, uh.. where to begin?" This was definitely a problem better suited to explain to another boil. Ghouls would only worry and fret. He didn't wish to divulge such an embarrassing situation to a ghoul. "I uh.. you promise this doesn't get out, yeah? Just between us."
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Posted: Sun Sep 11, 2011 5:41 pm
"Why would I tell something to anyone?" Roch asked, dropping down on the nearest chair and making himself comfortable. "How would I claim to be your pal if I went around sharin' embarrassing stuff about you? Not only would it make you look bad, it'd make me look even worse. I mean, I CHOOSE to hang out with you."
Oh, he was mean. But this was a lot like how Fang had chosen to "intercede" for him in the past, now that he thought about it. "Besides, my closest pal is Danny. I tell her embarrassing s**t about myself all the time and she's forgotten it by the next day. That... that's handy, I gotta admit."
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Posted: Sun Sep 11, 2011 5:56 pm
Mot chuckled and shook his head. Roch was pretty blunt. It was refreshing. No dancing around a subject, just straight up. The cowboil took to sitting down on a chair as well, leaning back leisurely.
"Well, alright. I get it." So what he said here was safe. Very well. "Thing is, I got roughed up some a few weeks back. It's not the worst encounter I've ever had, but.. it had been a while, and I wasn't even the real target the guy had." Mot tilted his head back and forth, shifting his shoulders as he thought a bit. "It took a chunk out of my pride. I started to doubt myself a lot more than I ever had before."
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Posted: Sun Sep 11, 2011 6:08 pm
Roch blinked. Then he seriously blinked again, reaching up to scratch the back of his head. "That's it? You got roughed up a bit? Man, there's no WAY that Lizzy can fix that one!" he said, snorting. "Jack, and here I was thinking she'd be fine--that ghoul's never been in a fight in her life, I bet. There's an easy way to fix it."
He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. "Do you wanna learn to fight?"
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Posted: Sun Sep 11, 2011 6:15 pm
Mot pulled a face of surprise. Or what could be seen of his face, seeing as the nose and up was covered by hat.
"Fight? Do I.. want to learn to fight?" Mot parroted, sitting up straighter and pointing toward himself. "Hel's tried to teach me to get tougher, but I seriously doubt I have it in me." Mot frowned, pulling up a sleeve to reveal rather bony arms.
"I can't fight to save my own life." But then, that was the point of learning, wasn't it? "What could you possibly teach me?" He asked, not meaning to sound as patronizing as it came out.
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Posted: Sun Sep 11, 2011 6:22 pm
An evil, evil smirk pulled at Roch's lips. "Hel's one of those... whatcha call it, the muscle women that rely on big blades, right? You can tell by the clothes--Fang had this magazine once--er, never mind about that.
"Look, Mot. I'm a jackin' reaper whose weapon is a GUITAR. Brute force is good for some, but it's a hell of a lot easier to cheat. And learnin' to do something you CAN do will help you a hell of a lot more than learnin' to do something you never will be able to do. You and me, we're long distance fighters by nature. Is she?"
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Posted: Sun Sep 11, 2011 6:29 pm
Mot raised an unseen brow. What was Roch about to say about Hel just then? What magazine...?
It was best left unsaid.
Maybe this would not be so impossible after all. If it was another long ranger he was learning from...
"No, she isn't. She's brute strength by nature." She owned a spear of some sort from what he saw, though she hardly needed it. Even she herself told him not to compare himself to others. He was himself and no one else. Why fight on a level he was not even on? "So, what can I do then?"
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Posted: Sun Sep 11, 2011 6:33 pm
"Fight dirty for one, work on your aim for another. We'll start with simple s**t, like I was tryin' to teach Xiu but she kept running away from. But..." He grinned, an idea occurring to him.
"How about a paintball fight? That'd give you back a bit of your pride. We'll have to get some stuff, but if I'm rememberin' right, Riley has some of the stuff we need. Or we could get some water guns and fill them with stuff."
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Posted: Sun Sep 11, 2011 6:47 pm
"Fight dirty? Are you talking about nutshots, or am I missing something?" The thought of it made him cringe. That was definitely something he would save as a last resort.
Ah, paintball. Mot smirked, looking down right smug. While he wasn't always the best shot in paintball, it always brought a smile to his face. "I think that stuff was rented." He commented, remembering an incident at Florcsetival. "Mitsu and Hel took me out to a paintball game some time ago. It sure brought a smile to my face." He smirked again, though it faded after a moment. "Not so sure getting good at paintball or squirt gun fights will save me if I get pinned against a wall again."
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Posted: Sun Sep 11, 2011 6:51 pm
"But it'll show you what you were made for, Bandit," Roch said. "And improve your chances in future fights. We'll work on avoiding the wall slamming thing, too. But look, man, you're thin, but that means you're light. That means you can get fast easier than those heavy guys. We work on your speed, we work on your accuracy, and there's a lot more than nut shots that work in fighting dirty."
He had this little grin on his face, which was a bit worrying if you thought about it. "Don't ever forget, the Pumpkin King was a jackin' skeleton, and he was the biggest badass in all of Halloween. You're just a little heavier than him."
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Posted: Sun Sep 11, 2011 6:58 pm
Maybe it was Roch's energy or charisma, but Mot was actually getting excited. He leaned in, nodding to the points Roch was making. He was like a coach for a sports team aiming for the top.
This was a team Mot wanted to be on.
The reaper grinned widely, clearly in on the goal in mind. "Alright, I'm game. How do we get started?"
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Posted: Sun Sep 11, 2011 7:01 pm
"Speed," Roch decided. "Let's try some quick draw games!" he said, getting to his feet. "We're gonna need some toy guns and a lot of cans and s**t," he told the other boil. "So let's go buy a six pack of pop and hit the toy store!"
That sounded like a wonderful way to train a guy to him! They'd put cans on walls or toss them in the air, and work on his gun drawing. That'd improve his hand speed as well, right?
Besides, he was thirsty!
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