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 Posted: Wed Oct 29, 2008 7:58 pm
A n g e r A b o u n d s
Xeviel yawned. His class was shockingly plain, with random things strewn out on the floor. Common day things. Pencils, a crowbar, some chunks of metal. In the center was a rather angry Xeviel. He had his hair in a mess as always, and was currently waiting. Now, he was not good at waiting. He was impatient, up there with Wrath himself. He closed his red eyes, growling in anger.
"Where is that brat?!" He snarled into the air. He wore no shirt, shocking, however he had a good pair of worn-down pants typical of a street fighter. His first kid was late. In his opinion, anyways. As soon as that kid came in he's getting a gut punch for making him wait.
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Posted: Wed Oct 29, 2008 8:17 pm
Duncan gave a sighing sound, lifting one wrist up to bite at it and at the metal shackle that was still in place there. While the chains were no longer attached he still wore the cuffs 'just in case' something were to happen. He didn't like it, didn't at all enjoy the idea of being led around like a dog on a leash by the people of that Labs... he wanted to tear the rest of Almas's wings off!
The young man gave a groan, lifting a hand to rub it over his eyes as a slight headache started to build and he started to mental count backwards from ten. It wasn't fair to turn his anger on Almas, the fallen seemed like a nice enough guy he was just the one that got stuck with being in charge of Duncan's keeping while he recovered under the supervision of the labs.
It was all a pain right in the backside if you asked him...
The door to the classroom was opened for him and Almas stepped back allowing Duncan to go in, "I will be back later to pick you up." He said, giving the half breed a soft smile.
Duncan barred his teeth, giving a little growl, his trio of eyes narrowed before he stepped into the classroom, promptly forgetting about the fallen as he looked around the classroom... much different then the last one he'd been in.
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Posted: Thu Oct 30, 2008 1:01 pm
A n g e r A b o u n d s
Xeviel did not hide his surprise at Duncan's appearance. "Man, the Boss told me that the kids here were weird, but I didn't think they'd be three-eyed freaks. He commented rudely as he always seemed to do. "So, you're here for melee, right kid? You're freaking late. " He got up and walked up to Duncan. He growled roughly and stared at the other. "Well besides being a three eyed weirdo you seem to have nothing all too unusual about you, that I'm assuming those wings are toys. If not, then you're a three eyes, metal-winged weirdo." He snarled.
Swiftly he gave his promised gut punch, not really caring if this kid was hit or not. "Well, I'm your teach. Your lesson begins now. Your goal is to beat the s**t out of be. If you don't fight, then I'll simply beat the s**t out of you." He jumped back. "Well, bring it on, freak face."
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Posted: Thu Oct 30, 2008 1:42 pm
Duncan looked up at the man for a long moment, "As if you look any better." He snapped, his anger rising up as the teacher stood there mocking his appearance everything from his three eyes and his metal wings...
He gave a grunt when the teacher suddenly snapped out and punched him, dropping him down to his knees. He starred down at the ground coughing and gulping for a breath of air... before he finally lifted his head up to stare at the man in shock before he coughed again, "The... Hell... What kind of teacher... are you." He snapped, nails digging into the ground before he pushed up to his feet.
He could feel a thudding behind his eyes, pain causing his anger to rise and he started drag in deep breaths to try to keep that part of himself contained.
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Posted: Thu Oct 30, 2008 3:30 pm
A n g e r A b o u n d s
Xeviel stood lazily, not even in his usual battle position. "At least I ,look normal. Must suck for you to walk down the street with kids crying at your appearance. Bet you must;ve killed some old Christian grannies with that face." He replied, before resisting the urdge to point and laugh when his student asked what kind of teacher he was.
"I'm Killjoy, prince of the street fighters. And I tell you this. Weapons shall be whatever you find on the floor.Whatever you have. A weapon can be anything.There are no specific weapon teachings here, since when you're caught without it you're a flopping fish. There is no barrel." Xeviel spoke, face into a deep frown. "With your looks, you'll get into fights alot. Chances are, one day you might get beat pretty bad."
He approached quick as lighting to deliver a swift cuff to one ear before pulling away again. "Well? C'mon, fight."
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Posted: Thu Oct 30, 2008 5:28 pm
Duncan stiffened, "The one I killed was far from being an old Christian granny." He snapped, pushing himself up to his feet and brushed himself off feeling an overwhelming anger rising in him... just because he looked odd didn't mean anything, "Why do you bother to work here if you hate how we look? I look normal compared to a lot of them."
His yellow eye was narrowed and he lifted his hand up to cover it, wincing a little at the pain behind it from trying to contain the anger inside of him... then stumbled a step to the side when he got hit again by the teacher. He turned to look at Xeviel again, growling before he lunged at the man his anger getting the better of him...
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Posted: Thu Oct 30, 2008 6:44 pm
A n g e r A b o u n d s
Xeviel snarled loudly. "Then I get to deal with a bunch of freaks. Hope they're not as weak as you." He nimbly hopped out of the way and delivered a swift elbow to the gut. "You're too open." He replied coldly. "Stop getting so angry. actually... Get angry." He replied smartly, stepping a safe few steps back. He still held no fighter stance, a great insult. It meant, if anything, that he was playing games and did not even bother taking his opponent seriously.
"Well, Duncy? You gonna smarten up or stay weak?"
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Posted: Thu Oct 30, 2008 7:00 pm
Duncan hit the ground again, "I can't! ... I don't want to let it win again!" He snapped at the teacher, rolling onto his feet and lunged toward Xeviel again, taking swipes at him with his clawed hands. He didn't want to let his anger take hold again, it just made things a blur and made him unable to focus or remember. Everything was a mess because of his anger!
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Posted: Fri Oct 31, 2008 6:54 pm
A n g e r A b o u n d s
Xeviel made a smirk. "Well how are you supposed to win if you are fighting me and yourself? If you can't control your anger to do what it was made to do, how do you suppose you can control it doing what it hates?" He whispered back, nimbly stepping out of the way of any blows."Maybe if I sit and eat some popcorn you'll start beating yourself up. Want a monkey wrench? " He taunted, holding up a wrench in the air before dropping it and stepping back.
He yawned and even sat down lazily.
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Posted: Sat Nov 01, 2008 3:00 pm
Duncan growled in his throat, metallic wings fluttering behind him as watched his teacher lounged around like the class meant nothing to him... so he shifted so that he was squatting down and glared at the teacher, "This is foolish... is this all there is to this class? You mocking me and sitting around? If that it I will just go back and learn more from the last melee teacher I had."
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Posted: Sat Nov 01, 2008 4:52 pm
A n g e r A b o u n d s
Xeviel snarled and grabbed a wing roughly, pulling the other close so he could hear. His voice was hissing, threatening. "Listen buddy. When you're down on an alleyway and you're outnumbered only instincts can take over. When you've got no weapon but yourself you use it to the fullest. When you're faced with an opponent stronger than you you trust your body to make the right moves. Supposed teachers these days don't teach you what it's like to be beaten down and restrained while your opponent makes you pass out in pain. Teachers don't know what it's like to nearly die a few times. " He snarled.
"Always keep a cool head, all it is is practice. Won't help you any when you're nearly gonna die. When you've got knives sticking outta you. When you're stabbed so many times you can see it pooling around you like rain. No teacher'll teach you to learn to fight. You teach yourself. If you don't fight, you die. " He snarled, before opening his mouth and chomping down on the enemy's shoulder hard enough to break skin.
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Posted: Sat Nov 01, 2008 5:22 pm
Duncan gave a sound of surprise when his wing was grabbed hold of and yanked over to the angry teacher who was suddenly hissing out at him in angry, dangerous words... his two lower eyes widened slightly while the yellow eye on his forehead narrowed in an angry manner, "Your a bit late." He muttered, lifting his hands up to shove them against Xeviel's chest, "Where were your 'words of wisdom' when I was down that alley with someone dangerous!" He spat out, his form bristling.
"You have no idea you..." He started then let out a sound of surprise and shock when the teacher... bit him? All three of his eyes narrowed and the hands that had been pushing against Xeviel's chest suddenly curl, nails digging into him, "W-What are you.... doing?!"
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Posted: Sat Nov 01, 2008 5:30 pm
A n g e r A b o u n d s
Xeviel ignored the pain in his chest as he bit down harder. "Where was I? Probably still street fighting. What am I doing?" His words were heard, muffled but heard. He spoke with a sudden calm, something anyone would be disturbed if they knew him. "I'm killing you." He was quick yo move to Duncan's neck, going to chomp down on it as well.
He had planned it usually. Just beat the kid until he or she passed out and leave him/her to Maziel.
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Posted: Sat Nov 01, 2008 5:34 pm
Duncan blinked a couple times before he let his eyes close and he nodded, "Alright..." He murmured, his hands releasing from Xeviel's chest and fell to hang at his sides... he deserved it didn't he? To be eaten by a dangerous teacher like this one... would it help to make up for the many bad things had he had done? Would it make it up for the people that were killed because of his other self? Make up for the one that he had killed with his own hands?
He didn't fight against Xeviel, couldn't bring himself too. Maybe this was some sort of divine justice being brought down against a monster like him?
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Posted: Sat Nov 01, 2008 6:30 pm
A n g e r A b o u n d s
The male growled gently before pulling away. He stopped quietly, noticing the other not fighting back. He sighed and sat at his little couch. "Well then, something's troubling you. Maziel's told me a bit, but he doesn't get much. Explain to me what's bugging you. Obviously a kid shouldn't simply allow death to come." He snarled softly.
He sighed gently and fiddled with a large scar down his belly as he waited for an answer.
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