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 Posted: Wed Dec 31, 2008 10:16 pm
As Wraith began to move backwards, Shane's legs and arms tensed - he had been prepared for the possibility of Wraith moving to throw him, though not as surely as he might have been with someone with a more similar style to his own. But what he had not be ready for was the sudden beep that rang through the air, starting not only Wraith, but also Shane. All preparations and thought of the sparring match flew from his mind as he realized that both of their intentions had been quickly dropped and Wraith went from moving to throw him to just...heading towards the floor.
There was just enough time for Shane to wince and spread his legs to try to catch his own weight in a manner that looked more like a cat trying desperately to land on its feet after falling from a tree. Unfortunately, it left him in a comical, almost embarrassing situation with his boss as he wound up half on, half off of the man he'd just been sparring with. And Shane wasn't quite sure his legs would hold him up for too long - the positioning was awkward and he felt the pull on his knees and groin. Glad that no one else was in the gym, and feeling a tide of crimson rise to his cheeks, he managed a weak smirk, "Need to answer that, lad?"
This was certainly not how he'd expected for his aptitude test to go. He'd anticipated more writing, tougher questions. Not to wind up half on top of his boss - a man that had surprised him with such quick and silent moves. There was more to Wraith than Shane had thought and suddenly the reality of just how truly dangerous this job was hit him. In just the few seconds that had lapsed between Shane's move and Wraith's throw turned fall, the Irishman had come to the understanding that just as the man underneath him was cunning and dangerous - so too, must they be.
And Shane, being Shane, couldn't help but wonder as he hovered there just what he had gotten into when he joined.
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Posted: Fri Jan 02, 2009 7:16 pm
Whoever had sent that page would regret it very shortly, Wraith thought, glowering from under Shane as he spoke. "Yes. Although I'm sure this answer is not going to be quite what they expected."
The test had not ended well. Wraith was not going to prolong it any further; he was sure Shane was just about as embarrassed as he was about the situation, and he thought he had enough information now to make a decision. He thought that, even if Shane didn't show it, he was likely one of the most well-rounded recruits LOTUS had at the moment. Not crushing his boss was also a plus. This reminded Wraith of his botched throw, and he felt a little bubble of anger rise in him again. The throw would have been perfect.
Wraith moved to push Shane roughly off of him, not bothering too much with where the other man would end up.
"Congratulations. Level one recruits can leave the base for personal reasons when they wish, within reasonable limits and after consulting me. Anything else?"
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Posted: Fri Jan 02, 2009 10:27 pm
Both the look on Wraith's face and the tone with which he spoke set Shane slightly on edge and froze the man neatly in place. His boss was not happy, and with how the test had progressed so far, Shane was unsure whether or not this would bode ill for him. He genuinely hoped it would not, as he could not have predicted the untimely page - as much as he wished he had, for he might have been able to pull of quite the miraculous save had he known that noise would go off in the midst of Wraith's throw!
Ah well, luck was not with him, it seemed as Wraith's face appeared to show just a hint of anger as he pushed Shane from him, landing the Irishman neatly on his butt on the cold, hard floor of the training facility. His position had been much too awkward for a quick recovery and with mildly red cheeks, he glowered up at LOTUS' leader before his indignation quickly turned to shock.
Caught in an emotion that made him look almost like a fish with the opening and shutting of his mouth and wide, surprised eyes, Shane slowly stood up and shook his head to the negative. Was he supposed to have any questions to ask? He hadn't even been sure he would pass the test today...perhaps Wraith was mistaken and he'd change his mind by the morrow? Not wanting to upset the man any further, Shane merely smiled and said, "Thanks, lad!" There really was nothing else that he could say that he thought wouldn't offend Wraith, and so he glanced at the door before adding, "And thanks for the lesson - I shan't be forgettin' a move of it - I'll not fall for that throw next time!"
Shane fully intended on getting better before his next sparring match with Wraith. He'd enjoyed it thoroughly and hoped he had more opportunities to grow and learn with this man. It would be interesting, at the least, he had to admit - and he looked forward to it with joy.
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Posted: Sat Jan 03, 2009 10:22 am
Wraith looked at Shane, eyebrow raised in response to his expression of anger. Well, he had passed, hadn't he? As the man now looked rather shocked, Wraith almost found himself smiling.
Getting up and straightening out his clothing, tugging on the ends of his coat, Wraith retrieved his scarf and began to walk towards the door that lead out of the facility. "If you ever fall for a throw like that now, you'll be demoted."
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Posted: Sat Jan 03, 2009 10:23 am
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