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 Posted: Thu Sep 01, 2011 9:59 pm
You had to give the ghoul some credit! She left Mot to his own devices for a few days at least, but before school started back up, she thought it’d certainly be worth it to try and get another training session in today! She’d make sure to work him hard too; she went pretty easy on him last time since he was going on vacation and all.
Hel grinned as she braided the dark side of her hair, pacing her room a bit before tying the hair off. The reaper then moved over to her door, pausing at the table where the tin can phone was. Might as well use it! It was their secret line of communication after all. The ghoul picked up the tin can and spoke into it, leaning on the table. “Are you there, friend?”
The break was coming to an end quickly. Mot had enjoyed it very much, the ups and the downs making for a very eventful time altogether. He knew at any moment, Hel would come a calling to start up their training. Mot hoped she would forget, but somehow he knew better.
The stew she had made him was half way finished. He had taken to eating a bit of it a couple times a day. It was his own sort of training. A few people seemed concerned with his weight, or lack there of. Mot didn't much care, but he could at least attempt to remedy the situation.
Still, eating so often was tiring. At least the food was good.
Mot had been in the process of reading, laying on his bed with the book held above the head. His train of thought was interrupted by a nearby voice coming suddenly from beside him. He nearly dropped the book, sitting up and staring beside him.
Oh right, the secret line of communication. Mot picked up the tin can and set down the book. "I'm here Hel. How are you?"
Hel waited as patiently as she could for an answer, shifting her weight from foot to foot. She grinned widely when she heard the reaper on the other end, straightening her posture. “Mot!” She greeted back enthusiastically. “I’m doing well! How you are? Are you busy today?” She asked her questions in rapid fire, shifting from foot to foot again in excitement.
One could already tell where she was going with this conversation.
Mot's lips tightened as he was attacked with multiple question at once. Goodness the ghoul was a spitfire. He stayed silent for a moment, figuring out what question to answer first.
"I'm well. I have no plans." He slipped a bookmark into the book he had been reading, pushing it aside. Looked like he would be spending his day with Hel.
“Oh good!” The ghoul sounded way more pleased than what should be necessary. “Would you be up for some training today, then?” At least she had the decency to ask, right?
The valkyrie was also already imagining all the things she’d have them work on today. Some stretching exercises, warm ups, maybe she’d try to get him to toss her again today, and then a few other things as well! Hel wiggled, anxious to hear what he would say to this.
Training. Mot resisted the urge to groan.
"Ah…." He had already said he was free. Darn. No lying. He didn't like to lie anyway. "Sure, I suppose I could try." Mot had no idea what he was getting himself into. But, Hel liked this sort of thing, so he may as well do something she liked. It was only fair. "I'll be over in a second."
Mot 'hung up' his phone. With a sigh he got up from his bed, dusted off the kinks in his clothes and walked out of his room. He was dressed like usual, chaps and jeans with his boots. However, his normal top was replaced with a simple sleeveless one.
He arrived at her door, tapping it with his knuckles. "Ready when you are, little lady."
Hel was just beaming as Mot agreed. Someone was going to have to teach the ghoul one day that there were more ways to socialize and bond with others than through training. But the point of training with Mot was also to help him build his skill has a capable fighter, so it needed to be done! “Alright!” She cheered, placing her tin can down after he hung up his. The reaper dove to the floor and picked up her black stockings, pulling those on, followed by her boots.
She rolled back to her feet as soon as she heard the knock on the door, tapping the toe of her boots on the floor to make them comfortable before flinging her door open. “Mot!” She greeted loudly and cheerfully. The valkyrie stepped out into the hall, closing her door behind her. “Let us go, friend!” The ghoul then set to walking down the hall in a lively way, swinging her arms back and forth.
Mot grinned. Hel's enthusiasm was infectious, and seeing her so excited about training made him think perhaps it wouldn't be so bad.
He followed her down the hall, trying not to laugh at her exuberant marching. "Someone seems in a chipper mood." He commented with a chuckle. "Sooo how long does training usually take?"
The ghoul led him out of the reaper dorms and to the nearest clearing, humming a bit until the boil spoke up to her. “Yes! There is no reason not to be.” She commented before looking thoughtful. “Um, what do you mean by that, friend?” Hel asked after a moment, a bit confused now that she thought about it.
Hel paused when they stood the middle of a small clearing, looking up at him. “How long will we train today? How long will it take to train you?” She questioned, looking to see what he was asking exactly. She then started to stretch, starting with her arms. “Follow my lead, friend, and hold it for a count of ten.”
"Nevermind." Mot smiled waving a hand in dismissal. Training to her was probably not so much a task to be competed than it was an activity.
Soon they were at a clearing outside. Mot stopped when Hel did and surveyed the area from within the shadow of his hat.
Yes the hat was on during training.
How long it would take to train Mot was uncertain. "I'm sure I'll get the hang of it quickly." He assured himself more than her, mimicking her actions. "Uh, sure." This was stretching, then? Seemed easy enough! Yes, this was no problem!
“Uh…alright.” Hel let the subject go a bit uncertainly, before continuing on with her stretching. The cowboil would be right in that aspect, definitely! As far as Hel was concerned, it was an activity and it was an activity one never really stopped doing if they wanted to keep their battle edge.
At Mot’s assuring statement, Hel couldn’t help but snort in disbelief. “Not to discourage you, Mot.” She started, “But you won’t be ‘getting the hang of it quickly’ until you can flip me without flinching. Even then, there’s still much to teach you even after you manage to do so.” The ghoul wasn’t going to sugar coat this nor beat about the bush. This could be the difference between life and death for them! The ghoul walked him through a few more stretches before deeming they were ready to begin. “Now, friend, push ups!” She called out, dropping to the ground. “Do ten for me, please. I will do them with you.”
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Posted: Thu Sep 01, 2011 10:55 pm
"….Damnit." Mot got a dose of reality. He was still not comfortable attacking a ghoul. Training or otherwise. This would be a while.
"Push ups..?" Mot watched her drop to the ground. He winced and slowly got down as well. Push ups sounded pretty easy. He'd sent hem before. How hard could it be?
Very.
Mot managed, after a fair bit of time had passed, to get through two whole pushups before eloping on the ground. "Jaaaaackdamnit.." Mot grunted. "You want ten of them?!" Why was this so hard? Mot begrudgingly got back into position, trying for a couple more push ups before toppling over again.
The ghoul reached over to pat Mot’s shoulder comfortingly. “You’ll get there one day. That’s why we’re here, right?” And when she said ‘here’ she meant at the Academy. “Yes, push ups.” Hel echoed.
The valkyrie breezed through her ten with ease, watching as Mot tried so hard just to do two. Oh Jack. She certainly had her work cut out for her regarding him! “Uh…yes…ten of them…” She reaffirmed, watching him struggle more before getting an idea. “Ah, here Mot! I’ll show you an easier way to do pushups until you build up your upper body strength. This way of doing it is for ghou-“ Hel cut herself off, looking very sheepish at possibly stinging his male pride before she got into the position to show him. Hopefully she was quick enough that he didn’t catch on to what she said.
An easier way? Mot lifted his head from the ground just in time to hear her cut herself off at a word that pricked at his male pride.
She was going to say ghoul.
"No. I got this." Mot grunted in a gruff tone, getting back into position. He was no ghoul! He'd do this like a man!
His arrogance granted him the last few pushups to be done quicker, but made him drop ardour once it was done. "Guh!" He panted, rolling onto his back.
He did it. It took a lot out of him, but he did it. "There. Done." He muttered.
Oops, he had heard her. Oh well! The reaper blinked as her statement slip seemed to drive him to finish. Oh awesome!
Hel watched as Mot finished all ten of his pushups the ‘manly’ way, before leaping to her feet and pumping her fists into the air. “You did it, Mot!” She cheered loudly, her voice echoing throughout the clearing. The ghoul could easily be his one ghoul FEARleading squad with her shouting and enthusiasm. She looked down at the boil, grinning with her hands on her hips. “Are you ready to go through the motions of tossing an enemy again?”
Yay. He did it. Mot grunted a response with a lazy wave of his hand. Now he just wanted to rest there for about---
Already?! "Uhh.." Mot stared up at Hel through his hat. "Now?" He asked, though he had a feeling it was a stupid question.
The reaper groaned and got to his feet, rolling his head around for a moment. "Okay. What do I do?"
“Yes, now.” Hel laughed. “We’ve only just started, friend.” She helpfully reminded him. “If you’re feeling a burn, that’s great! We’re going t keep going until you numb! Once you’re numb, it won’t hurt anymore.” She told him all of this cheerfully, and grasped his arm when he started to get up to help him to his feet.
“Alright, first…” Hel went through the basics with him all over again, refreshing the boil on the common way to toss an enemy should one get too close to him. Once she was all done, she gave him two options. “Either you will be tossed for demonstrative purposes, or I will, friend.” She grinned. “Take your pick.”
Until he was numb? He had to work till he was numb, and then keep going? Mot groaned louder, kicking his boot in the dirt. This was HAAARD!
Mot was once again taught the basics of flipping an attacker. Simple enough.
The choice given was simple for him.
"Toss me." He said plainly. He just didn't have it in him to flip her.
It was bad, she shouldn’t laugh, but she did at Mot’s childish behavior. “Oh Mot.” She cooed, much like one would to a child. “Watching you throw a tantrum…it’s cute.” She sneered at the word cute, all too happily tossing it back at him when he made her say it the other day.
Though it was Hel’s turn to kick her boot in the dirt when he replied, hands down, that she should toss him instead. “Aw, Mot!” She whined lightly. “What can I do to entice you to want to try?” She asked eagerly, determined for him to toss her.
Cute?
Oh, that was dirty. Mot opened his mouth to retort, but thought better of it. He had forced her to call herself cute, and he surely did not want to have to walk around announcing he loved frilly dresses or something. Karma would find a way.
He couldn’t even glare. Hat, and all.
Mot tilted his head at her whining, scratching his cheek. "I…don't.." Why would he WANT to attack a ghoul? That was like.. the biggest No-No out there! He huffed a bit, rubbing his neck. It went against what he stood for as a gentlemen. The worst he could do to a girl was a noogie here or there. He'd never grown up with siblings, so he couldn't even see her as a sibling to be bullied. He even knew the ghoul tossed herself around enough to be sure she wouldn't be harmed.
He was losing this battle.
"I honestly don't know Hel. Truthfully? If a ghoul attacked me on the battle field, I am 100% certain I would lose."
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Posted: Thu Sep 01, 2011 11:09 pm
Hel stared up at the reaper utterly lost. Her eyes were wide and in disbelief over his constant refusal to flip her, much less that he just stated that he’d lose in a battle to a ghoul. No. She wouldn’t stand for this behavior! The ghoul stomped her foot once more, clenching her fists as her shoulders shook. She’d make him see!
The ghoul spazzed.
“Oooh if that’s what you want to do when you’re by yourself, than fine! But you need to think about others too!” Hel exploded, unclenching her fists and holding her hands out to him. “Think about this!” She was about to go into epic scenario story telling. “You’re in an intense battle with a big, ferocious monster ghoul!” Hel threw her hands above her hand to emphasize the height, and then curled her fingers to show like they were fangs. “You’re running low on FEAR, and you’re exhausted, but, you’re not alone!” The ghoul flailed a bit, thinking of who to put into this make believe situation with Mot. Someone that is very dear to him…she didn’t use herself for some reason as she wracked her brain.
Ah ha!
“You’re in this battle with Lizzy!” Perfect! The ghoul seemed to be very dear to Mot, considering he just went to her house too. “This monster ghoul towers over Lizzy’s form, she has Lizzy cornered!” Hel wailed. “She’s about to end Lizzy!” She then swiped her arms down through the air to mimic striking someone fatally. “You can’t summon your gun!” The valkyrie shape her hands into dual pistols. “The monster ghoul is too close, you might risk harming your partner! But you can throw her off of your friend, using stealth to you advantage!” Hel pointed a finger at Mot now. “Are you going to let Lizzy be ended because you’re too afraid to flip a ghoul!?”
Mot flinched when Hel started to flip out. She seemed upset. Like, really upset.
He stared down at the ghoul as she became very animated in her fury, yelling and flailing. He didn't realize his refusal to do a simple thing would set her off.
And then she mentioned Lizzy.
His heart hurt hearing that. Lizzy was indeed very dear to him. His best friend. The ghoul saw him as a big brother, and he saw her as… well as a ghoul he wished to keep safe.
He gritted his teeth as Hel continued to detail a very possible situation. Hearing all of this kind of made him… angry.
"Of course not!" He hissed out, then bit his lip and turned his head away. He nearly yelled at her. That was no good. It was not like him to lose his cool. He did not like this at all.
He sighed, trying to calm his heart down. "When you put it that way…" He stood there a moment, flexing his fingers. He'd have to man up for once.
"Okay. Fine." He took a few steps back, running the steps through his mind once more. Mot spread out his arms, staring at Hel. "Come at me."
Hel just seemed delighted when Mot hissed at her. Good. He was getting angry. This meant something to him! She placed her hands on her hips, claming briefly from her animated tale as she regarded Mot with a critical eye. The reaper felt rather hopeful when Mot seemed to reconsider his earlier stance, and she was just elated when he gave the go ahead.
Hel grinned, though it was by no means a pleasant one. Maybe the trick to really making this stick to Mot would be to piss him off some more. The reaper crouched, grinning evilly at the cowboil. She could play bad guy!
“Once I take care of you, Mot.” She snarled in a booming voice, “I’m going after Lizzy!” She curled her fingers and flared her wings out, trying to make herself appear bad, like the monster ghoul she was describing earlier. Maybe this would be even better for Mot if she didn’t appear to be Hel! The ghoul lunged at him them, uttering a battle cry.
She wouldn't dare. Surely Hel was just trying to rile him up. Why would she attack Lizzy?
Still, when the ghoul cried out as she flew at him, all he could think of was the vivid scenario she had described to him. He had to do this! He had to! All it involved was flipping her. He didn't have to bring her harm!
The only hard part was shutting off the part of his brain that kept on thinking. He needed to stop thinking, and start reacting.
Easier said than done.
Once Hel was nearly at him, he rolled out of the way. DAMNIT! Damn his instincts. He got up from the ground, shaking his head. "Sorry! Sorry! Again! Come at me again!"
Hel was so hopeful that he’d go through with it this time, so when he rolled out of the way (that was a very nice dodge though), she couldn’t help but be disappointed. What caught her by surprise though, was that he told her to come at him again. Still she grinned. Atta boil, Mot! The valkyrie whipped around quickly, still lunging at him with that same intensity.
“I’ll snap you in half, and then snap her into pieces!” She taunted, trying to keep Mot’s head in the made up scenario, to keep those emotions to protect his friends still intact.
Jack Damnit, Hel was really laying it thick! Though he believed her when she said she would snap HIM in half. Mot was not nearly as thick as her threats.
He grabbed her wrist once she came at him. Somehow, he'd gotten this far without thinking of anything except the image of Lizzy being snapped in two. Not a nice image.
Just like Hel had taught him, he got Hel onto his shoulder and flipped her over with a frustrated yell.
He… did it.
Mot turned around and stared down at the ghoul in shock. His first instinct?
"OH JACK , are you okay???"
For a few brief moments, she thought he might back out again, and after this, she wasn’t sure what she’d be able to say to get him to do it. She tried grabbing onto him first, but the cowboil did move fast. Her eyes widened as she felt him grab her wrist, her feet leave the ground, her world spin and then WHAM. She was on her back, staring up at the gray sky. The reaper blinked repeatedly, eyes wide and her mouth a firm line.
He did it.
He did it!
Even as Mot’s shocked face came back into view, she ignored his question as she suddenly sprung back up to her feet, staring at him with her arms outstretched. “YOU DID IT!” She wailed proudly, exclaiming for all of the campus to hear. Hel let out a cry of victory, backflipping before dancing around Mot in a circle. “You flipped me!” She cheered, twirling before lunging at him once more, wrapping her arms around his waist and crushing him to her tightly as she then spun them both in circles, squealing all the while.
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Posted: Thu Sep 01, 2011 11:59 pm
Mot jumped back as Hel sprung to her feet. Woah, why was she so excited? "I uh.." He stammered, watching her backflip and dance around him. His head moved to follow her each time she came into view.
"Guh!" Mot grunted as his waist was crushed by her exuberant hug, twirled around like a rag doll. His hands gripped her shoulders, his mind gripped at thoughts. Why was she so happy?!
Was he supposed to be happy about this?
Better yet, what now?
After twirling a few more times, the reaper placed Mot back on his feet, grasping his hands and holding them tightly within her own, still just feeling rather euphoric over the fact that he flipped. She grinned up at him so widely you’d think her jaw would snap off. “I’m so happy!” She proclaimed to him. “I’m so proud of you, Mot! You did it!” She squeezed his hands, just grinning up at him for a long moment before falling silent.
She squeeze his hands once more before letting go, and then reached out and lightly swatted his arm. “You’re it!” The ghoul then sped off and away from the boil, laughing madly.
Mot was finally back on his feet. were it not for the fact Hel had his hands held so tightly, he might have just stumbled and fallen on his arse from dizziness. His head spun for a bit while Hel went on about being proud and happy for him. "I'm uh.. glad.." He murmured, slowly getting a hold of himself. He soon found himself staring down at the ghoul. The very happy, gleaming ghoul.
She still had his hands.
She was still staring at him.
Mot furrowed his brow, wondering why he suddenly felt very unsure, and why his palms felt so sweaty. Nerves? Probably nervous. Who wouldn't be? With eyes as big as saucers and a grin to rival a cheshire cat aimed directly at you.
When she did manage to let go, Mot breathed a sigh, thinking that perhaps the training would cease for the time being. But Hel of course did not allow such a thing.
"Wh-what?" He watched the ghoul dash off like a mad woman, then sighed with a smile and shook his head. "Jack damn maniac!" He yelled out, flying off after her.
. . .
Mot wasn't sure how long they had played. There was a lot of running and laughing, jumping over obstacles and a few attempts at flying from trees to flee or tag. Mot now lay face down in the dirt. He was tired. Burnt out. He could barely lift his head let alone chase after the ghoul with unlimited energy. Did she have an off button?
Hel didn’t notice his discomfort for now, no. She was still too busy being in lala land over the fact that Mot finally flipped her. Today was a good day.
“Takes one to know one, friend!” She bellowed rather maturely as she took off with Mot in hot pursuit.
. . .
Her cheeks hurt from all the laughing that was done, also from the whiplash they received from all the running they did. She could fly because of her wings, but oh Jack, watching Mot sail from tree to tree was pretty amazing! That reaper was rascally when he wanted to be! Still, it made for a terribly exciting game of tag as she sat on the ground next to the fallen cowboil, breathing heavier than usual from still smiling. “That was great!” She commented cheerfully, looking down at him, chuckling. “Am I going to have to carry you back, friend?” Hel asked happily, not minding at all.
Mot managed to roll onto his back, panting from all of the running and jumping. He was spent! Absolutely spent! But his manly pride once again urged him not to allow Hel the opportunity to carry him. "N-no…I can…" Mot tried to get up, but in reality he barely lifted a finger. He had sent all of his energy, and his muscles were completely ceased up. That's what one gets when they never exercise. He was feeling worse than he had after Prom.
"D-damnit.." Mot relented. He wouldn't say he needed her help. He refused!
Hel watched Mot’s futile attempts to lift a finger up, just plain amused. She was winning this little argument, hands down. They both knew it.
“You attempts are admirable, friend.” Hel commented, shifting into a kneeling position beside the reaper and staring down at him. “But you’re not going anywhere.” She giggled, and shifted so that her back was to him. The ghoul then held her hands over her shoulders, waggling her fingers at him. “Give me your hands.”
Mot breathed out in defeat, his eyes closing momentarily. At least she wasn't making him beg or something. He had been half expecting it, and honestly he did not have the energy to argue.
Mot groaned, getting his hands up proving to be a difficult task. He lifted his arms enough to lay his hands on her wiggling fingers. How had he gotten himself so tired? Perhaps this training truly was for the best, seeing as a few hours worth of training caused him to practically cripple himself.
Nah, Hel was a good, merciful ghoul today. She wouldn’t make Mot beg for the privilege to be carried by her. It was his lucky day today!
Hel grasped onto Mot’s hands firmly once she felt them, and then immediately pulled them over her shoulders. She pulled on his hands until she felt the boil against her back and she grinned, leaning forward a bit to keep him propped there. She then reached for his legs, shifting them until they were on either side of her. The ghoul then looped her arms underneath his knees. “Here we go, friend!” She cautioned, leaning forward a bit more and then elevating until she was standing up, carrying Mot piggy-back style. “Ready?” She questioned, tilting her head to glance at his.
Mot could never get over Hel's strength. Pulling a boil much taller than her up and onto her back for a piggy back ride. Or perhaps it was just that Mot really was that light?
….Yeah. That was motivation enough to beef up. Screw this being owned by a ghoul crap!
"Ready.." Mot muttered tiredly.
“You did great for a first time, friend!” Hel uttered gleefully, now starting to march along with the boil on her back. She hummed softly as they took the path back to the reaper dorms, and in no time at all they were standing on front of Mot’s door. With some careful maneuvering, Hel managed to get it open, and in they went, with her nudging the door closed with her foot.
The ghoul moved them over to his bed, and with a little hop she set them both on the edge of it, making sure Mot was secure before she let go of him. Hel slid off of the bed and spun on her heel to face the boil. “Is there anything you need help with?”
"Thanks.." Mot murmured. Bah. For a first time. Mot was feeling a little grouchy now, even though he had been laughing and playing like a child not so long beforehand.
Before he knew it, the reaper was in his room. When did that happen? He was fairly certain he didn't black out at any point in the trip. Regardless, he was set on his bed. He managed to stay sitting up, albeit hunched over a fair bit.
Mot looked up at Hel, or tried to, but at his angle he could not see past the brim of his hat. "Um…no. I'm okay." Mot admitted, nodding his head. "I think I'll just nap." Yes. The pillow. It called to him. "Thanks fer.." He swayed. "thetrainin.." Mot fell over onto his pillow.
He was out like a light.
She didn’t mind the reaper being grouchy, he was tired after all! It was understandable.
Hel watched him with a tilt of her head as he sat hunched over on his bed, and then blinked in surprised when he fell over right onto his pillow and instantly asleep. Wow! That was amazing! The ghoul grinned; pleased to see that the boil would be getting some much needed sleep, but then frowned. Ugh…sleeping in his boots and hat? That didn’t look comfortable! Hel reached over and gently took off his hat, placing it on one of the posts at the headboard, before she moved down to his feet and pulled his boots off.
After placing his boots neatly at the foot of his bed, she straightened and dusted off her apron, glancing at him for a moment longer. “You’re welcome.” She murmured, before quietly slipping out of the room, and returning to her own, where for the rest of the day the constant clack, clack, clack of her loom could be heard.
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