Dice Black rolled 1 100-sided dice:
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Turn 7 23-27 =1 (100-1= 99 - 15 = 84%) FAILED 19 x 5 = 95 27 x 3 = 81 95 - 76 (can only block up to 80%) = 19 damage
Kad heard what Sarah said about them being expensive and convenient, it made sense. Those two describing words usually came hand in hand. Describing words? Had she really thought that? Kad almost laughed at herself as she had gone to make her swings. Was she so enamored with the weapons that she could not think right? That must be what it felt like to have one of those crushes or love at first sight, something she had never really had. Sure she had a little school girl crush before but nothing that altered the way she thought. Describing words? Pssssh, she needed to get some sleep after this damn fight. Or a drink. A drink would be nice. Maybe her and Akio could go out again and discuss things more. Kad really liked the man, he made her think and challenged her to dig deeper about some topics. It was not something everyone could do. As her first swing missed her thoughts were pulled back to the reality on what she was doing. She had her own fight to win, and she was literally going to have to beat the ever living hell out of Sarah for her to win it. It was nothing personal, but they both had signed up for the tournament knowing what it meant. As the first swing missed however Kad knew she could not give up and threw as much as she could in the second swing feeling it smack heavily into Sarah's shoulder. The grunt and the movement with the smack made Kad take a step back knowing that an attack was sure to come, and even slightly smacked up Sarah was someone to be careful around in a fight.
The curved blade came faster than she would have wanted but Kad did her best to spin around to keep her belly from being sliced open. The tip of the blade caught her side easily cutting the fabric of her blank tank top and cutting into the skin making Kad let out a hiss of pain. She would have rather taken a blunt hit to such a sharp cut that stung like a b***h. She kept her composure, it was not the first time she had been hurt in a fight at all, but it had been a good while since she had gotten tagged by someone. Turning her right side away from Sarah as blood leaked out slowly from the moderate cut Kad gave grin, "I knew you could catch me, didn't want you to, but I knew you could," Here words were honest as always just slightly strained from the intense sting her side. She put a foot forward and swung her mace at the pole of the syth where Sarah's hands were, wanting her to drop it if she hit it right and made it vibrate bad enough. As she pulled the swing back she quickly took the few steps closer to Sarah than she really had been the whole fight. Instead of using the heavy end of the mace she used the handle part that was pretty decent size and did a heavy jab at the woman's ribs while she kept going by to try and avoid and counter attack. She had to get creative, she did not want to get chopped to bits by the blades Sarah used.
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B.A.I.T.R Standing: 38 Health:421/440 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.
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Posted: Sat Dec 05, 2015 12:41 pm
Dal'Mori Cestrol Menne
How kind of her.
This was Dal'Mori's immediate response to their open welcome into her home. It almost brought a smile to Dal'Mori's face, as he considered the fact that it was practically like his own mother's regard to her house. People would come in day and night, as welcome on the doorstep as her own family. For a brief moment he allowed himself to bask in this thought, thinking of how open the concept of family was in his village.
This lasted but a moment, before it was replaced by fire and carnage.
He had to physically resist the urge to whip his head back and forth to remove the images from his head, and instead he focused on pushing them down. His face looked strained, and his body tense. These are things one could easily place on the fact he was handing away a piece of his home village, which was naturally a big deal. However, they might be hard pressed to see the anger that licked at him like fire. burning itself deeper into his mind.
Suddenly, like a deer in the headlights, he turned rigid like a statue. He was leaning over slightly, apparently having moved down to make it easier for the much smaller woman, to do what it was that had him frozen in shock. She was touching his face. Two major thought processed dominated his brain, and he simply couldn't move. One the one hand, there was this perfect stranger touching his face, it was a complete invasion of his personal bubble. An appropriate amount of distaste seeped into him because of this fact, and he wanted to pull away.
However, he wasn't frozen from just surprise. There was something in that touch, something in the way her hand rested on his face. Something in the contrast of temperatures, that made him want this moment to last a while. For one brief beautiful moment he felt like he was with his mother again. For just the smallest of seconds he was able to remember her hand on his cheek, remember the love he felt for his family. He could honestly admit it was the happiest he had been since that day.
Until it all came crashing down around him, as reality crushed in from all sides.
Once more he was tossed into the deep ocean of anger that was pooling within him, once more cast afloat in an river of turmoil that wrought havoc on his mind and memory. An odd thoughts came through his mind, how was he going to be able to function if such small gestures caused such a reaction within him. That was wiped away by the tornado of thoughts whirling through his mind.
He found himself almost hard pressed to pull himself back together, when something struck him as odd. His gut was screaming at him to pay attention, and somehow this urge was strong enough to push aside the raging conflict that seemed to have no desire to leave Dal'Mori alone. His eyes snapped around the room, and he noticed two serious issues. Akio looked notably upset, which almost caught him by surprise that he had even noticed that in the first place, but he chalked that up to his attempted at making them teammates, if the warrior was anything at all, it was a team player.
He was raised to fight with a team, he was taught to be a part of the team, and he learned through experience team was everything. With this in mind, he spent a good effort towards learning about his teammates. Learning how to tell if something was wrong, or if they weren't in their right state of mind.
The second thing he noticed, something that honestly bothered him, was Corrinne turning aside his attempt to share this little piece of his life. He almost felt offended, this was an attempt at bonding them as a team, and she practically showed no interest in such a thing. The only reason Dal'Mori wasn't about to make this known was because her reasoning was kind in nature, and he couldn't fault her for that.
This line of thought was interrupted when Akio asked for the name of the plant, and all three of them ate it. The sight nearly made him smile, but that seemed to be a hard feat to accomplish in regards to himself. Akio seemed confused, but appeared to enjoy it, which filled Dal'Mori with a sort of bittersweet feeling. On one hand he was happy he could share something like this with his future teammates, but on the other hand he didn't like this guy, and he was standing there enjoying one of the warrior's treasures. He felt something stirring in his gut, something churning the anger that resided there, until Chen spoke up about it tasting like home, and Dal'Mori almost choked up, that lump returning to his throat with a vengeance.
As far as this warrior was concerned, it was home. It was one of the last things he had from his home. There were so few left, but that's what made them important. That's why he figured sharing them would bring them closer. That was the whole idea. He wanted people to want to be on his team, and he wanted Granny to think more of him.
Oddly enough, despite the perceived intention, he only did it for purely selfish reasons. He didn't dwell on this much, afraid of what it implied about who he was becoming. He couldn't afford second thoughts. There was a goal he needed to achieve, and it would do no good if he faltered.
He realized he had been standing there in silence since he handed out the leaves, but he knew they wouldn't think too much of it. They would probably figure giving away a piece of his life like he just did weighed heavily on him.
They would be right in that something weighed heavily on him, but they would be wrong in what it was that did so.
See, what was currently bothering him was the look he spotted in Akio's eyes. The eyes of a dead man. The eyes of someone who is looking to be punished for what they did. He had only ever seen those eyes once, when a husband's attack was pushed wide by one of the beasties. The attack being turned wasn't the issue, it was what happened because of it. The husband's attack landed on his child's head, ending the life of his own son in a single instant. Suffice it to say, that killed the man on the inside, and he went into every fight hoping for death.
The problem was, that while there was a part of him that desired for nothing more than help, every fiber of his being telling him to protect this man from himself, this new side of him, the dark nature birthed into his heart, told him to let it be. If he was broken, he was broken. The man didn't care about the death of children, which he made blatantly obvious in their first meeting, so why should Dal'Mori care that the man was bound by guilt?
If Dal'Mori was surprised by the twisted turn of his thoughts, it didn't show.
About that point Corrinne started acting weird. Just moment before she seemed content, if just a little uncomfortable, and suddenly she seemed to be incredibly out of place, or nervous. She took off in a quick motion, making up some feeble excuse about needed to go prepare herself for her upcoming fight. It was apparent that something was wrong, and once more Dal'Mori's need to protect surged to the front of his mind. Only this time, he had no reservations about following these ones through.
He turned towards Akio and his family, and bowed to them in a respectful manner, a traditional goodbye, his hair pooling on the ground beneath him from the dip in the bow. "Thank you very much for your advice and food." He said before rising back to his full height, his eyes seeking Granny's as the stated the next words that left his mouth. "If you'll excuse me, I have a team member who needs some assistance."
He swiftly turned and took action towards following Corrinne up the stairs. He didn't know her all that well, that was certain, but he felt better about her than he did Akio. At least he could stay in Corrinne's presence without feeling the desire to resort to violence.
He caught up to her easily enough, but chose to stay back and see how she dealt with her problems, wondering if perhaps she had her own ways of dealing with issues, much like his own meditation or the amount of training he undergoes.
He listened to her start off by announcing her indecision to herself, apparently she didn't deal with her problems in her own mind, finding it easier to get it out even when she believes she all alone. He watched as she then began to move through the stances, and while there was a few places she could use some improvement, she was doing wonderfully. She seemed to go for a more flowing motion as opposed to his sometimes jerky movements. Yes, he was able to flow his motions, but his weapon was designed for thrusts and stabs. Not so much the sweeping attacks Corrinne seemed to be going for.
Within a few moments she stopped going through her motions, and seemed significantly calmer. Dal'Mori took this as a chance to approach, and see what was going on or even if he could offer help.
"You know, traditionally, when someone offers a gift, it's rude to not accept." He started in a calm, and somewhat kind tone. It was obvious he was not upset, and was merely using this as a means of announcing his presence. He then started his approach, moving closer to her so as to bring more attention to himself, where as before he had been stealthy and quiet. "You seem upset. Might I ask why?" His words were gentle, and without any form of condescension.
He was just a concerned teammate. Or so it seemed.
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B.A.I.T.R Standing: 67 Health: 420/420 Control Limit: 532
Skill: 50 [--] Strength: 48 [50] Defense: 35 [--]
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Power House - Level 2 - Every time you deal damage to a foe, they lose 4 Defense for the duration of the fight.
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As Acel's body lay unconscious, the last fleeting images of the Framework Cat burst through to the surface, and it could remember it in detail as his body was coming back together from his transportation from Athens to the main HQ. Each and every cell was pulled down in the form of the brilliant code, and when it hit the top of the Rebirthing Tank inside of the Rebirthing Center, the code immediately began to revert into physical data, perfectly reconstructing Acel within the tank. As his body was reconstructed, however, it was exactly as it had been previously to him being transported. His leg was shredded on the back calf, his arm was in shambles, and his neck was almost chewed through to the spine. The lab technicians within the Rebirthing Center, however, were very familiar with this sort of grisly scene, as they had all seen it many times before. Sure when it happened the first couple of times for each of the techs, they would lose their lunch, or be horrified by it for a couple weeks, dreaming about corpses. But not this time. They were all veteran techs here, and they were all prepared from the moment the Code Core in Acel's chest had given out its beacon signal. As he reformed within the tank, Acel's body was still frozen in time. The liquid that filled the tank was one that would facilitate the reassembly of the body, but it would simultaneously not reanimate it. That was another job. For now the cells would be suspended in time, directly before death, when the body was still alive--the dead or missing cells would be dealt with later. As the body was fully brought back into the tank, the water slowly drained out of the tube and a glass panel on the front of it swung open as a lab tech caught Acel's mangled body and put it on a nearby table. As they laid him out on the table, they prepared for the operation that would ensue. A scanner ran over his body, detailing every single cell of his interior and exterior, creating a visual with what they had. Then, the code core reacted to a second laser that scanned into his chest, and as the Code core reacted, lighting up and bathing Acel's body in a blue light, the blue light became a hologram around his body, perfectly filling every error in the form that now lay on the table. The Code Core kept track of the entire system of its host at all times. So when they reversed the data to before the battle Acel had gone through, it created a detailed version of the man's body, overlapping the damaged one. When they were perfectly aligned to fill all the missing space, a third laser came over the corpse and when it touched any of the hologram, the blue light immediately became flesh and bone, turning into a perfectly healed version of the man. Even the clothing he was wearing was detailed and repaired by the lasers that passed over his body. As soon as he had returned to his complete physical form, he was returned to the tanks, and the liquid refilled the chamber, completely surrounding him. And as the liquid washed over him, the cells would return to their living state--rebooting in a sense.
Acel felt his eyes begin to shift in the darkness. His memories of his own death had been plaguing him. But there were other memories. Other things that he was remembering that he could not remember. There were blurs as if he was living another life--events in time that made no sense as he replayed the battle in his village and the deaths of his family. He was living in hell--where everything was his fault. Where he was the monster. He witnessed Midas as well, standing by his side, and chewing the bones of his dead daughter, and he screamed in anger to the skies, but as he screamed he felt water in his mouth, and as his eyes snapped open, he was inside a tube of sorts, screaming endlessly, concerned faces on the outside of the machine. Instinctively his hands lashed out, slamming into the glass in front of him and his fist shattered the panel that should have been thick enough to keep even full baiters in check. As the liquid flooded out into the lab, the techs hopped back from the man, instantly taking defensive positions. They might not be extraordinarily strong, but they were baiters, and they were prepared to fight if they needed to. Acel coughed and spluttered and fell to his knees as his body was wrapped in excruciating pain. He screamed so loud that it echoed through the hallways outside of the room as he roiled in pain on the floor. Why did his body hurt this much? How was that even possible? He remembered dying, but the pain before that was nothing compared to this. He felt a boot lay flat on his cheek, and the other lab assistants stepped back as they looked at the woman who had placed it there. "Chief!? What are you doing here?" The woman looked down at Acel with cold eyes and the man's arm swung up towards her knee, aiming to take the woman's leg out as well as her boot off of his face. It was a wild attack, and the woman easily predicted it, though when Acel's fist connected to her knee, his fist stopped dead, and she merely glared down at him. She spun around and kicked out, slamming her foot into his stomach and sending Acel rocketing across the room and back inside the broken capsule he had just fallen out of moments before. As he collapsed back to the floor of the capsule, the woman stood outside the broken glass and now dented steel and she looked at the man with the same cold stare, devoid of compassion. "Put a leash on your rage--fool. If you were anyone but your Mother's child, I would have disassembled your body back to your cellular structure and let you float into the sky as dust, never to return. You ever strike at me again--" She leaned down and grabbed Acel by the hair, pulling the man from his position on the floor until he was face to face with the woman, his legs still limp beneath him from the combined agony from the rebirth and the damage sustained from her intensely powerful strike. "And I will personally put an end to your miserable existence, boy." She pulled him from the capsule and threw him back to the table, laying the hardly breathing man out and letting him gasp for his breath for a few moments before re-running the scanning equipment to repair the few broken bones he would have sustained from the impact of her kick.
As the same process quickly repeated itself, Acel was once again revitalized, but this time, as he was awake through the whole procedure, he was not waking up in a frenzy. He shed tears as he lay there, his breathing stabilizing, though every breath he took was agonising. His memories were bombarding him--gripping his consciousness and twisting his soul. Why would he be put through such a nightmare? He knew that trauma like that did not subside easily--that he would be plagued by such horrid nightmares for a long time--but he could not get used to it...not yet. He could not erase the horrible feeling in his stomach as he lay there--greater than any of the physical pain that was surrounding his body. The woman who had come to him stood there, looking him over with the same scrutiny. "Why do you weep?""For my family.""Do you miss them?""With all my heart...""Do you regret your failure to save them?" A silent nod followed by the man's chin uncontrollably quivering. "Good. Because you failed them. You had the strength back then to stop them from dying and you failed them. You failed yourself, and your parents, and your family. You failed me.""You?""Yes. Me.""How?""When you find out, come back to me. Until then...stay out of my sight." She growled, walking away from the man, and leaving the lab. The other assistance helped him to his feet, letting him take a few shaky steps. Each inch he moved felt like a mile on his body, but the repairs were so much more drastic than the simple repairs from the side of the tournament. These ones did not cause him to limp--the pain was still there, sure, but it had not effect on his body--he instead had to endure the pain of death while he moved. He made it out of the Rebirthing Center, and he stumbled his way back towards where he knew everyone would be. He couldn't have been gone that long--not at all. But it had been long enough. His very short stint out in the real world was eye-opening to say the least. These creatures waited for human life to appear and struck out at it almost instantly. There was no time to explore or to enjoy the outside world. He couldn't imagine what a higher Danger Zone would be like. He stumbled into the doorway of the training room and he looked at Dal'Mori and Corrinne chatting away inside, as per the usual. Those two would end up together--he was sure of it--she obviously had some sort of physical attraction to the man at the very least. Though Acel couldn't really see Dal'Mori looking at her the same way...it was strange. Perhaps the man didn't want any sort of relationship that way. He had lost much as well, and perhaps he wanted his own space to deal with that before he could accept someone like her into his life. Acel nodded towards them, not wanting to interrupt their conversation, and he continued inside one of the elevators. "Hey, guys. I have a small tip for you." He called out as the doors were closing. "Don't go outside!" He would have laughed if he wasn't completely serious. The elevator dropped, slowly moving down into the tournament area, and when he arrived, he noticed a couple of faces that he had yet to see. There was an elderly woman there, a stern look on her face, as though she was experienced at taking absolutely no s**t. The younger woman there was similar in appearance, though there were slight differences that might lead one to believe they were from different races, though Acel could not tell the difference. Some people just looked a little different--this was one of those cases. Considering both Dal'Mori and Corrinne were upstairs, it was just them, Akio, and a strange woman in a maid outfit that had a sword on her hip--clearly a baiter from the organization. Acel immediately got a bad feeling from the woman, though he didn't know why. Something about her just felt...wrong. Perhaps it was because something felt wrong with himself too...maybe this person held some sort of deficiency like his own. He took a deep breath as he walked slowly towards the group. The woman in the maid outfit addressed the family and Akio, and Acel nodded in understanding. She was Akio's opponent. Faelan McBride if Acel remembered correctly. As he made it closer to them he nodded to Akio and to the family members there, as well as Faelan. His eyes were sunken, and his skin had a slight sheen of sweat from the constant pain his body was going through. He almost couldn't bear it, but he managed to push it down and not grimace all too much. "It's good to see you, Akio. I see you're only just preparing to get your fight underway." He stated, his voice holding none of the previous animosity toward the man. He knew nothing about Akio, nor why he responded to Acel's story the way that he had. If he judged the man as Akio had seemed to judge him, he would be no better. He would reserve his judgement of Akio until he knew him better--gave him another chance or two."I have not had the pleasure of meeting either of you. But...I imagine you are here to view the tournament. I hope you do enjoy it." He stated, giving a respectful nod to them, though as he moved his body his mouth twisted in pain as he ground his teeth and sat down in one of the chairs, leaning back and heaving a sigh as he looked at the T.V. Screen. The fight was still going on between Sarah and Kat...they must have been more than evenly matched.
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Each of the five nurses had taken their sweet time fussing over Fae's appearance making sure he looked ever bit as feminine as they could make him, and Faelan happily let them, but he was now officially more than late. However Fae no longer looked like the wild beast he once had. Instead he was the very epitome of a fashionable young woman. His long white hair had been cut down so that it was now was only shoulder length. On either side was a lavish braid that fell upon his shoulders and held bright blue color yin and yang hair pins. Other than the styling and cutting the Nurses had also pushed it back in place with a simple maid like headband that helped keep his hair from falling into his eyes as well as framing his more feminine facial features rather nicely. They had gotten rid of the pink skirt and loose black top that was lent to him earlier and instead replaced them with a formal black skirt and black lined silk dress shirt that matched. The shirt held tight to his curves, but was also longer at the bottom concealing the heavy leather belt that held the formal skirt in place around his rounded hips. Each one of his newly found swords was now connected to the utility belt and hung from his right side. The Forge sheath was flipped blade facing down allowing for a quick draw while his fathers blade was flipped so the blade faced up as traditional blades should be worn. The forge sheath hung from his hip still without a hilt as Fae preferred to keep them separate for now as he was still mostly cautious to the AI that was held within his core. So the code core sat within a leather bound holster concealed beneath the black formal skirt. Straps ran down his legs from the hidden garter belt that clipped onto the stockings that covered up his pale legs. They ran the way down into the high heeled ankle boots that covered his feet. The heels were a good six inches in length, but Faelan managed to walk in them as if it was natural to him. The only thing that seemed out of place was the fact that Fae's black wolf mask was nowhere to be seen. It was most definitely on his person however. Seeing as it would be too dangerous to enter into battle without it; both for his opponent and those who might be around watching. Faelan said his goodbyes to each of the doting nurses leaving each with a kiss and a promise to return when he could before setting off towards the teleporter.
The sudden shock as every atom in his body was torn apart and reassembled in another place made the pit of his stomach flip and flop urging him to purge its contents upon floor. However as he felt the solid ground beneath his feet Fae involuntarily sighed in relief. Fae had reached the conclusion that teleporation was not something he enjoyed. As Fae urged his body to regain its senses he straighten out his clothing and made everything was in its rightful place. It was after he was finished fishing his appearance that Fae finally notice the presence of a rather strange looking old man who now stood only a few feet away from his current position inside the teleporter. Fae's first reaction was to draw his sword and defend himself against the man, but the old man made no aggressive movements but instead stood their with his hands clasped behind his back. The old man wore a finely tailored three piece suit and stood with impeccable posture. His entire being seemed almost kingly in nature as his wide frame made his appearance almost imposing, but added that with his hair that had grown white with age he was obviously not someone anyone could mess with. The old man stood their making no attempt to hide the fact that he was evaluating Fae just as Fae was evaluating him. Finally Faelan gave into his natural curiosity and moved forward out of the teleporter and now stood directly in front of the old man. “Greetings.” The old man's words were crisp and carried the mass amount of indifference that the old man wore like a cloak. Faelan did not respond, but simply chuckled lightly and curtsied like a proper lady. The old man managed a slight cough before he reached up and retrieved a rather old looking letter from within his suit jacket pocket. On the outer cover there was only one word written in fancy lettering, 'McBride' and as the old man handed it over he spoke once more. “Open it after the tournament.” Faelan accepted the letter and curtsied once more before walking past the old man and headed directly towards the elevator that would bring him into the waiting room with all the other contestants. The old man following closely behind his hands once again clasped behind his back his face full of thought.
As the elevator descended Faelan found himself humming a rather pleasant tune, but could no longer recall from where he had heard the tune before. The old man behind him however seemed a little surprised as the tune also struck a familiar cord within him as well, but the old man said nothing and instead let a thin smile part his lips. The previous unvoiced doubts the old man held within his heart vanished and in their place a fierce determination settled in. It was then the doors opened and the various gathered crowd was now visible. Faelan walked forward and scanned the crowed quickly with a look of calm indifference. Until his eyes rested upon the man whose picture he was shown before leaving the Shanghai. The older women near him did not escape Faelan's gaze either. However it was not time for pleasantries, those could come afterwards. So Faelan moved decisively. However it was not in the direction of Akio, but in the direction of his mother and grandmother. “Okāsan, o bāchan.” Faelan greeted them familiarly as if he had known them for years before he curtsied in front of the older women with a bit of noble grace. “I will be needing your sons attention for some time, I apologize in advance.” Fae's words were soft and caring. If anyone in the room where to have witnessed his fight with the AI earlier they would be completely taken aback by the sudden one eighty degree turn in character. Even the AI within seemed a bit shocked by the sudden words. Faelan turned and then headed towards Akio. “I apologize for being so late. Shall we get this underway?” Faelan had asked, but he didn't bother to wait for an answer. Sending a rather playful wink in Akio's direction he turned on his heel and made a straight line towards the elevator that would take him to the chosen battleground.
Faelan wasn't sure what fighting style or special skills Akio possessed, but had already decided to be careful from the start. Reaching behind him and underneath his dress shirt Fae removed the black half mask from its pouch and then secured it tightly over his mouth and nose. After that he reached down removed the hilt injector from it's pouch and checked on the various throwing knives also hidden upon his thigh. Once he was satisfied he sent his consciousness into the hilt and then connected the hilt to the forge sheath. A sudden clicking sound rang out as the sheath heated up and turned from a pale white to a deep crimson. Using his right thumb he found the release switch upon the sheath and another clicking sound was heard as the sheath disconnected from the metal ring upon the leather belt. The weight of the sword was now only supported by his right hand that now held the sheath tightly as he waited for the doors of the elevator to open once more signaling the start of the battle.
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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]
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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.
Chen wasn't quite sure how to handle the reaction of either two new people. On one hand, the Dal'Mori fellow seemed stiff and ridged, like he was unsure about really anything she was offering. This made her sad, the feeling only being amplified when she looked into the man's eyes. He had been through something horrible, and she could tell... He seemed like he was breaking slowly, the inside of his mind chipping away slowly. With such stiff body language, it was like he didn't want to be touched. Not physically or emotionally. Again, she could feel herself well up at that knowledge.
On top of that, Corrinne looked..... Uncomfortable, to say the least, and felt it necessary to leave at once. "Oh, it's alright...." She couldn't help but feel hurt by the woman leaving, though she didn't think that she she was doing it intentionally. "It was a pleasure meeting you too!" She added as the red head left, offering a small wave. Before she was able to even register it, Dal'mori was stating that he was leaving as well. For a moment, she wondered if the two were together, but almost immediately shook that thought out of her head. The way the man spoke, it was almost like he didn't want to make that connection. "You're welcome, darling. I'll be glad to make more at any time." She watched the tall man leave, now almost completely crestfallen. The middle aged woman turned to her mother-in-law and spoke quietly to her, "Aki, did I do something wrong?"
Grandma Aki shook her head, patting her on the shoulder. "No, child." She said, her voice calm as it was authoritative. "No one here has a clean plate. It will take time for them to do their dishes and move on." Granny was a stern woman in comparison to Chen, but she did not think the woman weak. There was a lot on everyone's plate, and the family still seemed to hold up well, considering the past two years. Chen took a deep breath, giving a nod and sitting back down, this time, next to her son, placing her forehead against his shoulder. If anything was obvious, the woman cared greatly for her son, and he felt the same way for her, as he took her hand. She still had tears in her eyes, but she felt better about it. She was more of a sensitive woman than Granny had ever really encountered, which did say quite a lot. There was one woman she encountered who was... similar, but still not as sensitive. But that memory was a long time past, and another person had walked into the room. This man was tall and blond, and looked like he was beaten and torn. Granny squinted her eyes at the man as he walked in, watching his movements carefully.
Akio looked over to the man he had made fun of the day before, looking him up and down. He couldn't quite tell if the man had just woken up from getting the crap kicked out of him, or if he left and got the crap beat out of him again. Either way, something in the man's face said he wasn't yet recovered, even if his body said something else entirely. He did, however, have to stop himself from cringing when Acel called him Akio. It wasn't out of spite towards the man, but a cultural clash that physically pained him. "Ah... Please, Call me Kawaguchi." he said. "You don't know me like that." He kept his tone at a reasonable and respectful level, making sure to not sound like he was mad about it. Because he wasn't actually. "This is my mom, Chen, and my Granny Aki."
Chen lifted her head when she was introduced, offering a smile to the young man. "I brought cookies. Would you like a cookie?" Again, she picked up the plate of sugar cookies and offered them to the man who walked in. Granny simply nodded, "Please. Call my Granny." She said, her voice deep and aged, but still articulate, her accent much less noticeable than Akio's.
Then, the opponent arrived. It looked to be a woman, but.... something felt off about her. Akio couldn't place it, but something in his gut told him to be afraid. She was perfectly respectful to his grandmother and mother, in a familiar way, but that didn't seem to bother them, so it didn't bother him. When she turned to Akio, she gave a small, yet playful wink. The knot in his stomach didn't quite relax, but the action brought a smile to his mouth. "Alright. Let's do this then." With a quick pat, he stood up and followed Faelan to the elevator that lead to the battle arena with the ruins. Already his heart was beating fast as he lined his body up to fight, doing fast stretches before he threw himself into combat. When he stood, he took a few moments to breath, calming his heart and silencing his mind. If anyone caught the glimpse of fear behind his eyes, they could see that it was now gone, replaced by calculation and resolve.
Yes, he knew there might not be a good ending for the battle, but that did not mean that he wouldn't try.
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35 - 23 = 12 (12 - 100 = 88 ) 90% Chance Akio calculated quickly his chances of getting a hit in. He looked at the slim figure of the person in front of him, thinking about the muscle beneath the persons clothes. He hadn't seen the woman fight, nor had he been given the chance to asses their features before being thrown into a battle with them. This was a serious disadvantage towards Akio, as half of the battle was fought in his head before he made a single move. First, he assessed her body language, calculating her casual, yet precise, movements. Then, he made a note of her lithe body. She was thin, but he could tell that it wasn't natural, nor was it simple thin. She had muscle, and power. Training, even. This was something he had simple observed in passing as they got ready, but confirmed when he watched her carefully.
She carried a good set amount of weapons, which he'd assume for now she actually knew how to use. Still, he had not unsheathed his katana, but he lightly placed his hand on it, dipping into a crouch to give him more bounce. No, he couldn't wait to let her make the first move. Whatever the case, the first move would be a test, of sorts, to test both the strength and speed of this person.
Ruins were his home, and his childhood. He knew that though there were crumpled buildings around him, he could get sure footing with ease. Dilapidated buildings were, how you say.... The place where he felt the most at ease, the most comfortable, and the fastest. Here, he would be able to do his best. At least, he hoped that would be the case. The ground beneath his feet was dusty, and around them walls were crumbling and some had holes through them. The place looked to be a centuries old military base, perhaps modeled after the ones from before the extraterrestrials. Before the A.I.'s. Everything around them was some variation of dingy yellow, or browns. Perhaps to anyone else, the place looked disgusting or creepy. But to Akio, it was interesting and rich in history. Just the place he wanted to fight.
For one slow moment, the man let out a calming breath.... Then Akio shot forward, his speed impressing even himself as he moved, drawing his katana at the last second, drawing it in an upwards arc, aiming for the chest area of Faelan. He didn't know the speed of this person, nor did he know their style. Right now, he needed the element of surprise, which would be his only advantage. If, in fact, he did hit, he'd have to then adjust himself to the persons speed and style. But that was what he was here for in the first place. In the tournament to read people, that was it.
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Corrinne reflected leaving the others downstairs, the kind words from Akio’s mother made a lump form at the back of her throat. The sweet cookies, the way she looked at her son, it was all too much for Corrinne to handle at this moment. Watching the others pain, dealing with the loss of their loved ones was making Corrinne remember her loss. She believed that she had subdued these emotions long ago but here they were again. Causing a ruckus in her subconscious, till even her conscious mind had to make notice of the feelings that were fighting to lay bare.
She thought she was alone till the sound of Dal’Mori’s honeyed tone caused Corrinne to turn around nervously. “Oh, I –“ Quickly throwing her emotions to the back of her mind, she gulped back her sentiment and landed the staff to a standing position. As she began to put her words in order to answer him, another baiter entered the room. It was Acel, all stitched up and new looking. His sudden appearance shocked Corrinne, the last time she saw him he was all battered and bruised. This new Acel appeared better than before, if that was possible. He also seemed to be in a hurry as he made his way to the elevators, saying something back to them as the doors closed. ‘Don’t go outside!’ Corrinne looked at him confused as the doors closed shut, leaving Corrinne and Dal’Mori alone together again.
“What was that he said?” Corrinne asked in a small voice. It was obvious now that she was trying to avoid the questions that Dal’Mori had asked earlier. But after a moment of summoning up the courage to speak, she started slowly, “It was very good of you to offer such a gift but –“ She stood back and searched her mind for the words, finding it more difficult; usually she knew exactly what to say but for some reason when she was in the presence of Dal’Mori she found it harder to think. His strong visage awakened primitive feelings from deep inside her; it was hard not to shudder in front of him, her body sending her all kinds of signals that she fought her hardest to ignore. This was neither the time nor place to declare passionate feelings for this man.
“Being around families … sometimes makes me … sad.” The words were leaking from her mind uncontrollably. But his gentle tone and closeness had the same effect on her as truth serum. She held back, drawing her staff near, the fear of saying too much to this man haunting her. “I don’t want to bother you with the details, you’ve gone through so much already, I don’t want –“ Again her mind couldn’t find the words. And what was worse was now her emotions were getting the better of her, her eyes began to grow misty and her lips trembled. Pulling back and hiding her mouth she hid her face in her hand, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry” She began to breath in deeply, taking long breaths to try and calm herself down again, “I don’t want to bother you.” These words continued in her mind, she had hid her feelings for so long, she didn’t want anyone else to see them. It was too much to bear, looking at him hurt her, she didn’t know why.
She wanted to send these feelings away, put them at the back of her subconscious again where they belonged. And continue to pay attention to the tournament, she knew that’s what she should be doing, or even continue her practicing, why was she wasting time on chatter about useless emotions?
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Dal'Mori Cestrol Menne
He had startled her. That much had been obvious.
She did a decent job of not letting it show, but even that minute moment of surprise was enough to be caught. It made the warrior's eyebrow twitch slightly, like he was both trying to life it and not trying to all at the same time. She wanted to enter a life of practically constant danger, and she wasn't aware of her surroundings? He didn't look too far into that, perhaps she felt comfortable enough here to let her guard down here. He would just have to trust she could be relied on in a fight.
Something he was hoping he would find out when her fight came around.
Their encounter was interrupted by the arrival of Acel. The farmer's appearance struck Dal'Mori like a blow. It wasn't the lack of wounds that should have been there, that had been explained already to him. Some form of magic. It was the look in the man's eyes. It was the look of one who realized the life they were heading towards. Acel had seen real combat, and if the way he was moving was anything to go off of, it hadn't ended well.
Dal'Mori felt a sudden urge to wring the mission giver's neck. How could he send someone so green out into combat all on his own? It was simply ludicrous.
If he were being honest with himself though, he felt respect for the once farmer. Said man went in and faced the fire of combat, then walked out the other side not completely broken. He was obviously affected, if his warning was anything to go by, but he was holding up well all things considered.
When Corrinne asked her question about what Acel said, he turned his attention back to the woman, once more realizing he had lost himself in thought. He would need some form of assistance in learning how to interact with these people, because he could just feel like his long pauses would not always go over well.
Regardless of that, he tuned into the woman before him.
She seemed distraught, or at the very least upset about something. She seemed to shrink before his gaze, as though trying to make herself smaller in personality. The fear that seemed to permeate the words that left her mouth when she asked that question left a bad taste in the warrior's mouth. Did this woman not understand what it was she was getting herself into? Was the state of the world lost on her?
It was then that she started to break down before his eyes, as though Acel had pushed the bottom card out of the house, sending her toppling down all over herself.
She started off well enough all things considered, a little wary at first, but then opened up to him like a teammate should feel themselves allowed to do. Of course, Dal'Mori wouldn't admit to not caring in the slightest, this was for his own goals after all, but he put up a good show of being a support beam
It wasn't until she started to practically shatter that he felt something twisting inside his gut. He wasn't sure what it was that was writing around like a worm had placed itself within the confines of his stomach. As he listened to her go on, he felt the thing in his gut start to move more actively, as if trying to convey a message of some sort. He wasn't sure what it was for a small portion of time, up until he saw her mask crack, and the flood poor out.
It was disgust.
He wasn't sure if he was disgusted with how naive she seemed, how easily she folded under pressure, or with the higher ups for not realizing she wasn't ready for this kind of life, and they made no moves towards educating her. She probably had some grand idea that this would be a cake walk, she would make lifelong friends, and it would be the equivalent of tip-toeing through the daisies. She seemed to be completely unaware of the reality of the situation. She didn't appear to have any idea she could die. That they could all die. It was almost as if she was blind to it all.
He considered it his duty to inform her, but just as he was about to open his mouth to say something he could have sworn he heard his mother's voice. She was warning him, that while it was okay to be a monster, you still had to live with yourself afterwards. You had to do it for the right reasons.
It was enough to cause him pause, and reconsider his approach. Not the reasons behind his approach, mind you.
He took a deep breath, his head tilted towards the ground, his naturally smooth black bangs fell over his eyes, giving him a haunted appearance. He took a deep, ragged breath, and turned to look Corrinne in the face.
The man staring in her eyes was not the kindly warrior his facade suggested he was, but instead a man who had lived a long and hard life. Who had seen things that could tear asunder even some of the strongest men. It was the gaze of a man who had lost everything, but refused to give up. It was what one might call the true face of Dal'Mori.
"Eleven days ago." He started, his voice low, his eyes locked onto hers. They were like stone, hard and cold. Not angry, but definitely not happy either. His voice seemed to echo, and yet was simultaneously still. "Eleven days ago, my whole family was torn away from me. I will never see their faces again. I will never laugh with them. Cry with them. Fight with them. Or love with them. Ever again." His tone was firm and powerful; it was very apparent Dal'Mori was asking... No, demanding all of her attention. He would settle for nothing less than all of her focus right in this moment, and he conveyed that message very well.
Years of teaching will give that to you.
He stepped closer, closer, and closer still until he was but a foot away. Not much distance at all. "Family is all we have. It is what we must be. There can be no room for uncertainty. If you are sad at the idea, you might want to find yourself a different occupation. From here on out, we are your family. You must learn to accept this, and not carry your burdens on your own." He spoke with such conviction, such intense belief in these words, one could almost completely ignore the hypocrisy in the words he spoke, should they have known about it. Despite his lack of practice of the words he spoke in these recent days, this was his life style. This was how he lived his life.
Twisted reasons be damned.
He stared at her for a period of time, his eyes locked onto hers, attempting to convey the message he was trying to get across. She couldn't do this alone. She would need them. It occurred to him for a brief moment that she had completely disregarded what the Elder had said, and that almost rubbed him the wrong way. If they had been in his village, he might have spoken up about it, but as it stood he had no idea how things worked on this side of the world, and would allow the matter to rest. Perhaps it would be easier for her to understand this coming from the mouth of an equal.
And then he blinked.
With that single action the entire effect was broken, and in place of the powerful warrior that once stood there, was Dal'Mori as she had met him. The kind appearing, gentle giant of a man. He offered her a small smile, it wasn't by any means the real thing, but it was perhaps the kindest showing of emotion Dal'Mori had given anyone. "Take some time, think over what I said. When you feel ready to be with everyone, please come back. I believe you can do well." He said in a gentler tone than before, and offered a bow to her before turning to leave the room.
He meant what he said, he did believe she could be great, but only if she grew a sturdier spine. She would need to realize the world she was heading into though, and soon. She needed to learn if she could handle it or not. Battle was not the place you should be if you were weak of disposition. As upsetting as it was to admit, Survival was not a means by which to fight. She would need to re-evaluate herself. He hoped, for her sake, she did so and found a new reason to go on. Otherwise, life outside the safety of these walls would be a nightmare for her.
He knew that all too well, as once more he saw those dreaded yellow eyes.
As he was walking away, his back turned to the only other person in the room, he allowed himself to go through the emotions what just happened dredged up in himself. His mother's voice came at him like meteor, impacting at full force. It took everything he had within him not to succumb to rage as he thought about that instant. She once more saved him from messing up. If he had approached her as angry as he was feeling, he would have destroyed her confidence or worse.
She would be useless if he did that.
He promptly buried these thoughts and feelings. He couldn't let them show. He didn't know what would happen if he allowed himself to submerge himself in these dark thoughts and memories.
He paused at the exit to the area his mind rapidly clearing. He was getting good at that. He spent a little time wondering if he should wait to see how she reacted. He wondered if him leaving was the right choice, if perhaps he should stick around, and help her through this.
It took him a few moments longer, but he reached a decision. This was something she would need to overcome on her own, this was something she would need to get through on her own. If he stayed, he could influence her decision and send her into a life she wasn't meant to be a part of.
She would need to decide if this was for her or not, all on her own.
He could help with the aftermath though. If she decided she wanted to be a part of this world, he would help her through it. He would guide her as he had guided so many. He would bring her through the fires of battle as Acel had just gone through, and hopefully guide her to the other side in as close to one piece as possible. She would be a valuable asset when he was through with her. She just had to make the decision to stick around.
So, it was with a resounding click, that the door closed behind him.
Just like that, she was left alone with her thoughts.
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Dal’Mori didn’t respond to Corrinne’s question about Acel, instead, he stared back at her for an uncomfortably long amount of time. And as she slightly opened up the door to her heart, he looked back at her coldly. She recognized this expression from the first time she met him. Giving her that unsettling suspicious feeling again. She quickly closed the door again and stiffened up, the tears had already ended and her breathing returned to a steady pace though still heavy with fervor. Listening to the crack in his breathing, he began to speak slowly and focused on her. She noticed the lifeless quality that seemed to inhabit his expression as he talked about what had happened with him and his family, the events leading up to this moment. Though nothing was revealed in his expression she could feel the fierceness in his words. Pity flooded over her, listening to the heartbreaking circumstances of his story. But she found the moment unfair, he seemed to believe that she was a silly girl and not capable of understanding what was involved in this new life style. It was something she had to live with now, for the sake of herself and others.
He began to step closer to her, not being used to this behavior from him she tried to step back but before she knew it, there he was, standing but a few hand-lengths away from her. She could catch the subtle way his bangs fell across his face, the warmth of his breath on her face, and the way his jaw tensed as he looked down at her. ‘Family is all we have.’ He started and continued with a speech that almost sounded like an old fashioned sermon to her. In this way it felt phony, here he was, preaching about being there for each other and completely ignoring her in the process. He obviously didn’t want to waist his time with her and she could sense it.
For a long period of time their eyes were locked on each other’s, daring the other to make a move or sizing the other up. Her heart began to beat faster as frustration flared up inside of her, would she have to prove herself to this man? And who was he? That she should have to justify herself to him? Suddenly he blinked, breaking the link between them and Corrinne’s mouth twisted back in abhorrence. Though he smiled sweetly down at her, she knew now, this was the mask. And with his sugared words, he bowed to her and turned to leave the room, ‘take some time, think it over, I believe you can do well, when you’re ready, please come back,’ all these honeyed words made her sick. She scoffed and picked up her bag, turning to leave the room in the opposite direction. Slamming the door behind her, she made her way to her room. “Who is he?” She said aloud in a mocking, irritable voice. “Did I not pass the same test as he?” Her eyes began to burn again as hot tears escaped the corners of her eyes. “What am I even doing here?” She threw her staff across the floor and it hit a nearby hallway wall. The roll and clatter echoed around her. She watched it for a moment, the quiet stillness of it. “Why?” She yelled at it and dropped to the floor, her bag falling open next to her, the contents falling out and spreading around her in a circular formation.
Taking a moment to weep openly into her hands, she caught a glimpse of her cell phone on the ground. Picking it up slowly, she easily dialed her uncle’s number. Lifting the phone to her ear she listened to the phone ringing. It kept on ringing. She waited a long while before closing it and hurling it in the direction of the staff. “Fools,” Corrinne growled bitterly, leaning her shoulder against the wall as she cried. Glimpses of her mother came back to her. ‘Corrinne,’ She could hear her say, ‘what are you doing here all by yourself? You ran off again didn’t you? That’s my girl, my little explorer.’ Her mothers soft smile in her memory made her bite down hard in resentment, “Why did you leave me?” She heaved heavily; trying to catch her breath through gasps of spit and tears.
Suddenly she didn’t know what to do, she was reduced to her twelve-year-old self again. Nothing had changed it seemed, no one was there to pick her up when she fell last time and there was no one there for her again. Collecting her things slowly, she pocketed her belongings back into her bag when the sound of a soft familiar voice came from behind her. “Corrinne?” Turning her head to look up in the direction of the voice, she quickly turned away from embarrassment. It was John Bishop. From the small glimpse she had caught of him, his face was filled with concern. “Are you all right?” He moved closer to her and Corrinne continued to gather her things.
“I’m, I’m all right, I’m just … it’s been sort of a tough day after leaving you earlier.” She pushed the tears away ashamed of the site she must have been.
“Aren’t you supposed to be in the tournament?” Somehow he knew about the baiter’s tournament, it wasn’t hard to imagine where he would have gotten the information. News seemed to travel around headquarters like wildfire.
“Yes, I’m … I’m just taking a break.”
“Some break.” His voice was warm and understanding as he began to help her pick up her things, walking over to her staff; he was about to pick it up when Corrinne stopped him.
“Wait!” She spoke up and picked up the staff before he could, “It’s just, I don’t know what might happen, and I wouldn’t want you to get hurt.” She sniffled and pushed back loose strands of hair from her face. Trying to gather her appearance back together again.
“You’re just like you were when I first met you.” He smiled and shoved his hands in his pockets, “Always thinking about everyone else first.” Corrinne looked up at him surprised and weakly smiled, rubbing her red nose with the back of her hand.
“Oh, I don’t know.” She looked down at her feet shyly, “I feel pretty selfish.”
“I know you do but trust me, I’ve seen worse.” He laughed lightly and Corrinne laughed and elbowed him gently in the stomach. “Ow, hey.” John chuckled and nudged her back in a friendly manner. Corrinne continued to sniffle but the shroud of doubt that had been hanging over her began to lift. “You feeling better?” He asked timidly.
“Yeah, much … thank you,” She looked up at him and observed his almost fatherly expression for her, it was more than she had ever seen from a man, even her uncle never looked at her the way he did now. Blushing gently, Corrinne smiled and held her bag close.
“You should probably take a shower, clean all that up.” He pointed in the general direction of her face and neck.
“Oh, yeah, I will.” Corrinne nodded.
“And give me a call if you need me,” He rested a hand on her should and looked into her eyes, “I’ll be there.” Continuing into a warm embrace, Corrinne’s breath caught as he held her. The hug lasted a couple minutes before he left her, ending with an open wave.
Corrinne watched him leave and returned his affable wave. She wiped her running nose again and found the way to her apartment. Unlocking the door, she placed her things down on the floor and locked the door behind her. Taking off her clothes quickly, she entered the bathroom and started the shower. Holding her hand under the water, she waited for it to warm before entering the shower gingerly. The water felt good as it washed away her worries. She scrubbed her face with a soft shower sponge and soap. Dal’Mori’s words returned to her in her mind, ‘There can be no room for uncertainty. If you are sad at the idea, you might want to find yourself a different occupation. From here on out, we are your family. You must learn to accept this,’ she wanted to punch the shower wall but instead she merely squeezed the sponge and breathed out. ‘Give me a call if you need me, I’ll be there’, John’s words repeated in her mind and she smiled hesitantly. Tilting her head down, she watched as water dripped down her eyelashes and released into the air beneath her. Again she found herself torn in two different directions, would the rest of her life be this way?
She sighed and turned off her shower, reaching outside for a towel, she grabbed one and dried her face and hair before wrapping it around herself. Walking out of her bathroom, she landed on the soft full sized bed and moaned. It felt so good to just lie there, even though she knew she had to return to the tournament, she enjoyed these few brief moments of solitude. She hummed an old country tune as she relaxed and meditated.
After ten or fifteen minutes had passed, her eyes opened and she lifted herself up into a standing position. Opening her dresser drawers she found some clean clothes: a navy blue tank top that she covered with a big burgundy sweater over jeans. She was going to do things her way now, no matter what anybody said. Picking up her bag, she slung it over her shoulder and grabbed her staff; somehow it felt lighter in her hand, which was surprising because it was usually very heavy. Pulling on her dark boots, she unlocked her apartment door, taking one last glance around the room before locking the door after her.
Making her way back to the training room, she glanced up at one of the monitors; it was broadcasting the two fights that were going on. She shrugged and threw her bag down before turning on one of the hologram computers. “Computer, continue running Bo Staff program for Corrinne Esperon.” The trainer that had been paused on the previous night returned, fading in with a series of flashes and broken code, once clear he bowed respectfully.
“Hello Corrinne, are you ready to continue training?” He asked in a straightforward tone.
Corrinne readied herself with her staff and breathed deeply, “Oh, absolutely.” She spun the now lighter staff around and caught it with her other hand, “Let’s begin.”
Sarah watched as her scythe sliced through Kad's shirt and cut her skin with ease it seemed. She got a hit, but as she watched the blood poor from Kad's body, she felt her stomach clench. There was some guilt, the other was at the very sight of the blood. She did that to Kad. God all she wanted was to just cause a little pain like Kad had done to her, not actually hurt her. She had no reason to want to hurt her. She didn't want to, that's not what she wanted. Wake up, Princess. This is a fight, all wants and niceness is gone and that woman knows it. You better get the picture or forfeit. Human or my kind doesn't matter when someone is determined to win no matter the cost, and that odd eyed girl wants to win. The Guard said in her head, sounding like a father with a child that is crying over a toy they wanted. She almost felt bad for causing so much trouble for the Guard inside her head with all her thoughts. He would surely get tired of her constant thinking, if not already. She could only glare at the princess bit. She wasn't a princess. What was with that name? She maybe be rich, but she wasn't royalty, there was a difference. Not really, heads up.
Sarah returned her focus to Kad who spoke up, smiling at her. Sarah could only blink at Kad. How was she suppose to react to that. She gripped her scythe as Kad made movements toward her. Sarah swung her scythe so that the heavy end, the part with the scythe, met with the mace. It caused very little vibration. Sarah didn't have much more time as Kad came in with her next attack, she quickly swung the end of the scythe up, smacking the mace away from it's path. She let the breath out that she had been holding. From the corner of her eye, she saw where Kad's last successful hit on her shoulder caused her to bleed. She felt her stomach clench again. Told you, now get your head in the game or quit. The Guard said, sounding a little annoyed. Sarah shook her head a little before looking at Kad, giving the scythe a quick twirl before making a jab toward Kad, using the end of the staff that held the blade. She needed to get her head in the game, the Guard was right. She couldn't let this bother her. Even though she really wanted to find the nearest bathroom and let up the fruit she had come out like they wanted.
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B.A.I.T.R Standing: 20 Health: 354/400 Control Limit: 160
Dice Black rolled 1 100-sided dice:
87Total: 87 (1-100)
Dice Black
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Posted: Tue Dec 08, 2015 11:13 am
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Turn 8 19-27 =1 (100-1= 99 - 15 = 84%) FAILED 19 x 5 = 95 27 x 3 = 81 95 - 76 (can only block up to 80%) = 19 damage
Kad was a little surprised that Sarah just blinked at her, they had been able to talk so far. Maybe the girl she thought Kad was being a bit of a b***h in saying that? It was just playful banter. Whatever. If she wanted it to be to be silent then she could be, Kad was a talker. Anyone who did not like it would have to get over it or ignore her, she really did not care. There was a total take it or leave it attitude with Kad for the time being. Nothing to do but move forward. She did however continue to get more frustrated that her attacks were not landing. The sting in her side was annoying, but slowly dulling down, only to spike up as she moved. It was something she would have to get over, the line of work she had chosen would make sure that happened. The clash of the weapons hitting together made her hands sting lightly not used to the sensation and she swore up and down that had been why her attack had missed. Then Sarah shook her head and looked green around her gills and it confused Kad some, was she bothered by the fight? Sarah did not strike her as that prissy of a woman, not with being able to handle the blades so well. However the strike came and Kad was caught slightly unaware from the confusing vibes that Sarah was putting off. The end of the blade came smashing into her stomach and it took half the breath out of her making her take a few heavy steps back and letting out a gasp.
Out of pure habit her free hand clutched her stomach as she took a moment to catch her breath. The stomach jab hurt, there was going to be some serious bruises from it, and it was dawning on Kad she might just not make it through the fight. They were very closely matched and this point luck was playing a hand in the deal it seemed. Or, it could be that Kad had not properly prepared for the fight. She almost considered dropping the mace and going in fist and legs swinging. No, she could not let her temper get the better of her yet. She had to hold out as much as she could. Hell, she was thankful that the Turbine Beetle had stayed silent for the last few rounds. She needed to figure this out herself, she always had before. Only a few moments later she stood back up with a more determined look on her face. She could do this. She had to do this. Not saying a word she shot towards Sarah going around the scythe the best she could and used her body as Sarah had told her in the beginning to put a forceful swing right at Sarah's collarbone. Then instead of using her mace to make her second attack she kicked out her leg at Sarah's knee wanting it to buckle and cause the other woman to fall to the ground. This clean fighting was already getting old and getting her nowhere.
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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.
As Faelan moved through the crumbling buildings a light smile touched his covered lips. This was much like the places he grew up in. The places where he trained, where he slept, and where many people died. As the nostalgic thoughts flowed through his mind the darker thoughts crept their way in like an ever growing darkness. The complex swirl of emotions within him solidified a chilling look within his eyes. However as he reached what would be the starting point of the fight the small amount of emotion within him vanished. Fae was now fully into a combat state. Then Akio dashed forward. His left hand moved over quickly and unlocked the buckle on his fathers sword taking it in his left hand. Using his considerable strength Fae sent the sheath, blade and all, into the ground so that it stood upright within the earth. Then he stepped forward a few paces so that the blade was far behind him still holding the Forge and Code Core within his right hand. Then Akio attacked. Quickly Fae shifted his hand down the Forge and brought down and over so that it now blocked the blades path at an angle. A metal Clang rang out as the two weapons collided and then stopped when they met an equal force. Faelan did not stop there. As soon as the in coming blade was stopped Faelan half stepped forward and with his free left hand he sent out a palm powerful palm strike aimed at the side of Akio's face.
Whether or not the attack hit the next move was already planed. Faelan would shift his weight back onto right foot and push off effectively putting out of the range of another sword attack. However as he launched backwards his left hand would reach underneath his skirt and send a throwing dagger aimed directly for the center of Akio's chest. When Faelan landed he would once again be standing where he started right next to Fae's fathers sword.
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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]
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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.
35 - 23 = 12 (12 - 100 = 88 ) 90% Chance Once again, Akio felt the jolt in his heart of a battle. It was a rush, as expected, but it didn't feel the same as when he battled the Crushtacean. No, this time he was fighting a human who was on his level. Or higher, for all he knew. As he dashed forward, his blade came into contact with the opponent's weapon, and from the side came a palm that was aimed for the side of his face. Able to see it before it made contact, Akio shifted his weight and flung himself back into a lazy back hand spring. he landed back on his feet facing Fae once again, noticing that the woman had done something similar. He was impressed... This person was strong, much stronger than he, not that that said much.
It was a quick and decisive motion that Fae tossed a dagger at Akio's chest, but he had seen the motion coming, and thus the blade. With a flick of the wrist, he used the katana to deflect the dagger, redirecting the momentum towards the ground, letting it stick there. In his head, he made a quick note. 'Preferred long ranged, keeping me farther away.' Akio stood, picking up the dagger as he did. "Not much of a talker, are you, cutie?" he asked, winking at the girl. The dagger was light, obviously meant for throwing. Within moments, Akio knew the approximate weight and mass of the dagger, and could calculate what he needed with the information. 'Nimble in this terrain. Possible familiarity.' Of course, these current notes were all speculation, though it was rather obvious that his opponent was pleased with Akio's choice of battle field. Still, it was only the beginning of the fight, and she was going on the cautious side of things. Perhaps he could use that to his advantage? Or, there was a second option.
Akio sheathed his sword, keeping his eyes dead on Fae, watching for any ill movements, then took off once again. He went much faster than before, moving with a careful ease that carried him up to Fae.... Then past her as he hopped from one piece of rubble to the next, then he twisted, and, holding the dagger by the tip, tossed it. At the speed he was going at, there was a certain angle in which he had to toss it at to make a hit. Then came the mass of the thing, and knowing in which speed he had to go to make an effective through. It took a good amount of math, but it would only take him a matter of moments to calculate it from the moment he picked it up, to the moment he tossed it. True to what he had calculated, the dagger flew straight for Faelan, which gave him time to prepare for whatever attack came next. No, it perhaps wasn't the best moves he could have gone for, but it was a test. He'd have to figure out what the woman, this person, intended to do with the sword by their feet, at some point. There was a reason she was keeping near it, there had to be.
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B.A.I.T.R Standing: 34 Health: 460/460 Control Limit: 268
Faelan chuckled a bit as Akio spoke of his silent ways. It was a chuckle devoid of any actual emotion, but it was more for his opponents benefit than anything. Often times when his opponents learned of his emotionless state they often brought their guard up to higher levels. Then Faelan brought his free hand up to where his mouth would be under the mask and winked while moving his hand in a motion that indicated he was blowing a kiss in Akio's direction before letting out a rather feminine giggle. The fact that he was aware that he was often seen as female was something he didn't like using in a fight, but without any way to actually hide that fact now he might as well use it to his advantage.
Fae watched as Akio drew closer, but he did not move. Instead Fae waited until Akio passed him before he made a single move. His left hand reached under his skirt once more and pulled out another throwing knife. Using the polished metal Faelan tracked Akio without having to turn around. It wasn't until the dagger was thrown that Fae turned to face his opponent. Quickly he launched the throwing knife in his left hand towards Akio chest once more and then used the same hand to catch the incoming knife before it reached his body. It was a move that required both a bit of luck and tremendous amounts of speed. However as soon as it was caught Fae simply transferred the incoming momentum and threw the knife back in Akio's direction, but it wasn't aimed for his opponent. Instead the knife was aimed for the middle point on the large piece of ruble that his opponent was standing on. A moment after the second knife was thrown Fae shot forward.
When the throwing knife buried itself into the rubble Faelan launched himself upwards and then landed on the throwing knife with his left foot. He pushed off off the knife and used his left hand to grip the ledge and launched himself up and over the ledge. Fae leaned his body forward so that as he fell he would fall towards Akio's position. Pulling his left hand back so his fingers pointed down he waited for the right moment to strike. “Okami Zen-Ryu, Spiral Fang.” The words were hushed, but as soon as his right heeled boot touched the ground he launched his left hand out while twisting his arm into a powerful palm strike aimed at the center of Akio's chest. The moved used all the muscles in his shoulder, arm, and hips to supply the power for this attack.
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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]
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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.
xxxxx◈Location:Headquarters>HQ Training Room◈Company:Hitomi>No one>Corrinne◈Mood:Calm, Motivated, Relieved
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Bit by bit did their bodies reform onto another teleporter pad, leaving Satoru with a strange and somewhat uneasy feeling in his entire torso that he normally didn't experience before. Maybe it would have to be something reported to the doctors if it continued or didn't change in the future if he were to end up continuing using the transporters. Grabbing his luggage and adjusting his coat, he stepped forward after his mother did and was already heading out of the room. Once they did, they were now inside the main facility where several people were coming and going, exchanging conversation or keeping to themselves whether on duty or on break. It wasn't actually all that overwhelming to the young man since large crowds were and still are a common thing back at home. Looking past the people, he scanned the high tech and modern interior of the building and couldn't expect anything less really. There a couple of times his attention would be drawn to those he felt staring at him and they usually turned or looked away immediately then act innocently or go on with what they were doing as if they hadn't looked his way at all to begin with. Giving himself a quick look over, he couldn't see anything out of the ordinary on him since he had the long coat on. His legs were visible, sure, but they could've easily been mistaken for being his combat suit. Not like he was wearing his head gear either, but as he gave it some thought, there was his lower jaw. Brings a hand to rub his chin, he wondered if it really looked so out of place or if it was even the source that was causing the irritable stares.
It didn't matter for long as Hitomi asked him to follow her so she could take him to the training room. Not only were there other newly joined B.A.I.T.E.R.S like himself, but apparently there was a tournament going on for the rookies. It seemed he was running very late in arriving since the matches were already going on as we speak. Had Satoru been informed sooner, he would've made more of a haste in coming here so as not to cause any possible delays or even get disqualified from his match. As they made their way closer and closer, his mother explained to him that he would have his own personal living quarters here, but that wold have to wait until later. She told him she would go ahead and get his key as well as drop his luggage off in the process. He told her he didn't have to although she didn't mind in the slightest. Guess there was no harm and it didn't really matter whether she took it now or if he took it later after his fight. Stopping at the end of a hallway, Hitomi instructed him the rest of the way before he nodded and she left to go get his room key and leave his suitcase there. Coming to a set of doors, he could already hear the gathering of people inside. Placing one f his hands against it, he could detect a number and noticed everyone present was not in the room, but most likely in a separate one to commence tournament matches.
Using his hand to push against the door and enter, he casually, yet silently entered the training room. Observant eyes scanned the immediate area, taking in all of the different kinds of equipment and tools for exercises, practices and perhaps even sparring if he could find a volunteer amongst his peers. Moving further into the room, he then caught some of the monitors showing the tournament going live. He couldn't hep but wonder if he was still too late, hoping he wasn't and miss this opportunity at increasing his skills as well as learning about his opponents/comrades abilities and specialties. Watching the two different matches go on for a bit, his attention then drifted over to a woman across the room. She was in the middle of VR training and her weapon of choice was a staff. Was she his opponent? Information on who he would be fighting was brief, but enough to figure out on his own. According to what he had been told, the woman matched almost everything that had been described so she must've been the candidate. Observing her fighting style for a bit, Satoru then started walking over toward her and waited for her to notice him first so as not to startle or disrupt her from her training session."Are you by chance, Corrinne Esperon?"
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