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 Posted: Wed Apr 30, 2014 7:05 pm
~Mikayla Powers~ Today is another day in which Mikayla must try to live a somewhat normal life while remaining on the lookout for those who are after her life, particularly angels and demons who might be aware of her existence. Currently she is training for her match against the World Middleweight Champion. This is a great opportunity for her and she feels compelled to win the title not only for herself, but for those who have been supporting her thus far. Working out at home isn't sufficient and shes too nervous to work out in a gym, so she figured the great outdoors will be beneficial, and what better place to workout than the park? People already jog here, so the only difference she would be doing as a start is jogging with a punching back strapped to her back. She made three whole laps around the park before heading over to a tree that so happened to be near where a girl was sitting on a bench with a sword. If she were by herself, then she would have proceeded to set up the punching bag, but she didn't want to be rude to the girl on the bench since her punches can become loud. She shyly walked over to the girl with the benching bag slung over her shoulders before she bowed. After she raised her upper body to a normal posture she said in a soft voice unexpected for a girl her appearance,
"U-Um...e-excuse me...I...I-I want to practice o-on this bag h-here...b-by that tree c-close to you...d-do you mind? I-I won't do it if it will d-disturb you..."
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Posted: Wed Apr 30, 2014 7:22 pm
The leader of Sabertooth militia looked up when her concentration was broken but a quiet voice. She was just beginning to formulate some kind of plan in her mind. She saw a dark skinned and red haired woman stand a shy distance from her holding a large punching bag. It seemed as though she holding with ease over her shoulder. She herself, though, was not at ease. She seemed to be terribly fraught with anxiety. Perhaps she wasn't good at social situations. Nevertheless, she was just like Sebra, a woman. A strong one at that. Sebra respect strong women. Of course she would let the red haired woman do what she pleased. She beat and pound on the punching bag as loudly as she wanted. "Go ahead." Morgan smiled. "Be my guest. A woman such as yourself shouldn't have to ask."
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Posted: Wed Apr 30, 2014 7:51 pm
~Mikayla Powers~ Mikayla politely bowed before she quietly thanked the girl and moved on to the tree to set up the punching bag on a strong branch of the tree close to the girl she just spoke to. The rope had to be securely fastened to the branch in an attempt to keep hanging off the branch once the punches start rolling. When the punches start rolling...well, lets just say if the woman sitting on the bench is watching, she is in for a surprise. After the punching bag is tightly fastened to the branch, she stretched her limbs and relaxed her posture before she put up a boxing stance and kept her body moving. It was almost as if she were dancing, but she remain in front of the punching bag staring into it as if she were trying to intimidate it. She threw the first punch after about 30 seconds of her just moving and staring at the punching bag.The punch itself wasn't so strong, which didn't produce much noise, but as she continued to practice all sorts of punches on the punching bag, the punches started making louder noises, the bag itself always moving some distance away from her, and the biggest change of all was the woman's attitude. The shy girl that was displayed before completely disappeared, and this battle crazy woman is the one who is beating the punching bag as if she intended to beat the stuffing out of it. She even laughed crazily as her punches grew stronger until one wide punch punch made the punching back fall out of the branch despite that it was fastened to that branch. The moment that happened, the shy girl returned and she immediately got embarrassed about what she did that became evident when her face flushed a bright red as she picked up the punching bag and began to fasten it to the branch again. It is fortunate that the tree branch didn't snap, but the rope had become so loose from all the punches that she had to make new a stronger know before fastening the rope to the branch.
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Posted: Wed Apr 30, 2014 9:12 pm
Morgan continued to smile as she went back to her pondering and meditation of the events to come in life. She would make Noah pay for what he had done. Perhaps she would try her hand at the 100 cuts, a a form of execution where the prisoner was flayed 100 times with a blade before he could die. The Sabertooth leader grinned over the delicious thought until she became distracted by the noise growing behind her. Sebra's curiosity got the better of her as she turned around and saw the dark skinned woman tearing the punching bag a new one. She was absolutely devastating the bag with such force, it was almost scary...to anyone other than Sebra. As the woman seemed to sink away into madness, Morgan couldn't help but admire her. the slow release of one's inner self was only natural, and Morgan enjoyed seeing someone let go.
The woman reminded Sebra of one her most trusted members, Jaggie. The way she attacked with such brutality reminded her of how Jaggie went about his missions. Swift, merciless, and brutal. Jaggie, while male, was invaluable to Sebra. She one of the few men she actually trusted. He wasn't the kind of person who saw people through eyes of a normal human being. He almost like an alien with a psychotic penchant for killing. He didn't see, sex or race. He just saw the prey. Sebra wouldn't have been surprised if saw everything in infrared like the Predator from the movie.
When she returned to her "normal" self, Morgan seemed rather deflated. What had happened to the crazed laughing and killer instinct? It was a sight that Morgan enjoyed seeing so much as made apparent by her waning smile.
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Posted: Wed Apr 30, 2014 9:43 pm
~Mikayla Powers~ As Mikayla was tying a new knot around the hook of her punching bag, she felt that someone was watching her. After she finished the knot, she looked at the presence who stared at her, and it was none other than the woman who she asked for permission to practice on the punching bag. Now she was nervous because she felt like she was being rude, so she decided to see if her punches were too loud by walking over to the woman to see what was wrong. Along the way, some of her fans spotted her and immediately ran over to her to get her autograph and ask her questions. With her celebrity status, she always carries a black Sharpie pen in case fans spotted her. This time she signed a baseball cap, and after answering a few questions in a shy manner, she resumed walking back to the woman on the bench. Once nearby, she bowed politely like before and said to her,
"W-Was I d-disturbing you? O-Or did I scare you? I-I'm sorry...I...I just have this thing that w-whenever I fight...I...I-I just go crazy...i-its something that happens...I-I can't control it...I-I don't like that I can't control it...but...I-I need to...I don't know why but...I...I-I just need that feeling...w-without it....I...I wouldn't breathe...m-maybe it d-doesn't make sense t-to you...but its the truth...s-so I'm sorry...I-I never wanted to d-disturb you..."
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Posted: Wed Apr 30, 2014 10:41 pm
Morgan was so fascinated with this woman. She was famous without her even knowing. Sebra's memory then began to work as she remembered reading about a famous female boxer in town coming to challenge some in a title match or something. The girl felt slightly embarrassed about it. She was in the presence of a renowned fighter. Amazing how such a shy woman was also a champion. It was also such a shame that she repressed such a beautiful ferocity. "Neither, my dear." Morgan responded calmly. The Sabertooth leader stood from her seat and laid a gentle hand on the boxer's well defined shoulders. "The only thing that disturbs me is how you hold back such wonderful intensity. A marvelous display of instinctual ferocity." Morgan kept herself very poised and professional as she spoke to the boxer. "It's sad to see you hold back such power. It's yours, you should embrace it." Morgan seemed to admire the violent side of the boxer. It was a side she wanted to see. The beauty of the beast contained inside everyone was always a sight to see. To Morgan the true reason for existence was battle. Only in battle does one feel their true value and the feeling of being alive.
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Posted: Wed Apr 30, 2014 11:37 pm
~Mikayla Powers~ Mikayla hoped that this woman will be understanding and forgive her if she had been disturbing her with her loud punches on the punching bag. It felt strange when this woman placed a hand on her shoulder and explained to her that it wasn't her punches that disturbed her: it was when she stopped. It was odd that someone would prefer the loud noises, but when she heard the rest of what the woman had to say, it turned out it was not the noises that she loved: it was that crazed woman inside of her. The side of Mikayla who lust for combat apparently intrigued this woman and the only thing she wanted to know was why does she hide the ferocity. For a moment she looked down at the ground before facing the woman and replying to her,
"I..I-Its like what I said a-about how I need to fight...a-at the same time...I-I can't do it too much...t-there must be a balance...without a balance...s-something bad happens...t-the story is kind of boring s-so I won't bother...u-um...y-you don't s-seem like one who e-enjoys fighting...s-sorry. T-That was rude of me...I...I guess a-appearances c-can be d-deceiving...w-who are you? W-Why d-do you embrace f-fighting...o-or is it p-primal instinct y-you enjoy the most? I-If so...why?"
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Posted: Thu May 01, 2014 12:01 am
Sebra stood proud, her hands leaning ontop of her sheathed saber like a cane, as the boxer spoke to her, asking if she simply enjoyed fighting or if it was instinct. To be honest, there was little difference to her. To her, fighting was instinctual, and she liked it a lot. "Actually, it's just human nature. As humans, we love fighting. It's apart of life. In today's society, we shun violence away in exchange for boring lives that mean nothing. Since the dawn of time, humans have always faught. Today, we tend use an excuse to justify our when fighting. But it's all the same, deep down, we love it. I, as you have asked, embrace it. I embrace that fact that it is simply a primal instinct. Nature, running its course. And not to contradict myself, but I also fight to avenge the loss of someone I dearly loved."
Sebra was quiet for a moment before realizing she had never quite introduced herself. "Oh, how rude of me. I haven't even told you my name. I am Morgan. Morgan von Sebra. And you are?" She asked politely, waiting for a response from the shy studdering boxer
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Posted: Thu May 01, 2014 9:07 am
~Mikayla Powers~ The beauty of being human is that they can choose to do as they please and often they don't have the same consequences as other beings do. In Mikayla's case she can't choose to completely embrace fighting despite how much she enjoys it. If she were to completely embrace it, mental insanity will take place. However, she found it strange that this human would rather devolve into mankind's primordial state in which all they knew was to fight. The essential idea of humans was that overtime they evolve and come up with ideas to better themselves. It seems the woman doesn't agree, but she will not argue with her about it. She may be a fallen angel, but she still holds the basic principle of allowing humans to do as they please unless a divine intervention is needed, and even then it wasn't her jurisdiction before and it still isn't today. Now it is Mikayla's turn to introduce herself, but she has to be careful with what she says.
"I...I'm Mikayla...Mikayla P-Powers...a-and...t-the only thing I can s-say about w-what I am is that I'm n-not human...anymore than t-that and I risk b-both of our safety...s-so...I-I guess its o-okay f-for me to practice...r-right? S-Sorry...I...I'm nervous...a-about my opponent...s-shes a champion..."
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Posted: Thu May 01, 2014 10:40 am
~Yukihara Tanaka~ Yukihara made sure the driver of the limousine knew where they were going to the park before she sat back and looked forward to a day at the park making burgers. The trip didn't take too long, but Yukihara made it seem that way when she literally jumped out of the car as soon as the limousine parked in front of the park carrying some of the lighter grocery items. Once inside the park she behaved the same way as she did before and skipped about until she managed to find a good spot with a tree that provided plenty of shade with a grill next to it. The thought that they didn't have a spatula struck her but then she noticed one tied to the grill. Quite fortunate for them since now all they have to do is start preparing the meat. As soon as Salomon caught up, she sat on the bench and started removing her armored braces so they don't get in the way of cooking.
"Glad you caught up Mister. If you can, can you get the charcoal lit up? I'll start on making the burgers as soon as I get the braces off."
Once the braces were taken off, she opened the package of paper plates, took one and set it on the table. Then she opened a package of hamburger meat and began taking pieces of it with her bare hands. With every good piece, she did her best to form an even patty and set it down on the paper plate. She would do this until four patties were made. Now it was just a matter of waiting for the charcoal's fire to die out so they can use the grill.
"So, how would you like your burger cooked? To be honest, I like my meat medium...kinda strange for a girl right? You probably expected me to like my meat well done, but I kinda think meat is dry at that point."
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Posted: Thu May 01, 2014 2:46 pm
Morgan was silent for a moment. Her brow raised slightly when Makayla said she wasn't human. It was then the leader of the Sabertooths remembered where she was. Janhall was a city everyone all races and species live together in plain sight. It should have come as no surprise when the boxer told her she wan't human. When Makayla mentioned that if she practiced like that for any longer, Sebra would be in danger. The androgynous woman simply smiled and flipped her salmon hair back. "I can handle myself." She replied. "You shouldn't worry about having to hold back and the well being of others. Instead, I would worry about that stuttering problem you seem to have. It could be a serious problem. Anyhow, you should probably continue your practice before it gets too dark. I doubt you'd want to practice with only the dim park lights on."
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Posted: Thu May 01, 2014 7:15 pm
Salomon smiled as the girl became excited and ran out of the car. The man wanted to do nothing more than make her happy. The man pulled out the rest of the goods and started to walk over to the spot that she found. It was prefect to him. It also allowed them to have a little privacy. He took care of the charcoal and got the grill going. The man leaned back and waited his orders from Yukihara. "I like it medium as well." He answered her with a grin. There was not other way to make hamburgers. "The more that comes out of your mouth the more stubborn I am to have you." He commented.
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Posted: Thu May 01, 2014 7:21 pm
~Mikayla Powers~ Mikayla felt reassured once again when the woman didn't have a problem with her practicing again, although she wondered why the human didn't want her to hold back or be concerned for the well being of others. Of course, there was her stuttering problem, but it is a matter of overcoming her shyness. If she knows for sure that her pursuers are no longer after her, then it could help her with her shyness since she will know that she can trust people more easily. She bowed in appreciation towards the woman and went back to the punching bag still hanging over the branch. Just like before, she assumed a boxer's stance, dancing about in front of it to keep her on her toes before she unleashed a few punches at the punching bag. None of the punches sounded devastating until she started pulling some combinations like the one-two punches and a wide punch after three jabs. Her crazed self who enjoyed fighting returned, and this time the punching bag didn't seem to be going down anytime soon so she kept relentlessly punching the bag, which she soon started to laugh menacingly during those punches. The poor punching bag suffered deadly blows; the sounds becoming deafening as she exclaimed,
"Soon! Soon you will be my opponent!! I will enjoy beating you into a pulp and prove I'm the best!! None can defeat me!! None can defeat Mikayla! Hahahahahahahaha!!!"
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Posted: Thu May 01, 2014 7:55 pm
~Yukihara Tanaka~ Yukihara felt herself flushing yet still smiling when the old man told her that every time she said something, it only made him want her more. That is definitely something no boy her age has told her. For now she didn't say any words, but more smile probably says it all about how she feels right now. Grabbing her paper plate, she grabbed the plate with the raw patties and placed them on the grill as soon as the fire died out but the grill still had heat.Then she grabbed four sets of buns and placed them on the grills a minute after the patties were place on the grill before untying the spatula on the side and carefully watched the patties cook, but turned to Salomon for a second for a little conversation.
"You do know how to make a girl feel special...I haven't met many guys who can do that to me."
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Posted: Thu May 01, 2014 8:03 pm
Salomon leaned forward a bit. He could see that she really liked the comment that he made. He's little plan was working. He was sure he would have no trouble with getting her to fall in love. "Those who around your age are still boys. They wont know how to charm a woman until they are old like I am. Age is the best teacher of them all. I promise you that."
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