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Post by Stanislav Kovac on Mar 2, 2017 2:23:41 GMT -6
[attr="class","ohlove"] [attr="class","lacking"] [attr="class","eyes"]✎ tag: Xanthia ✎ tag: Vanessa Santaroza ✎ tag: Zaffre※ words: on mobile, can't do one, like seven or eight? ✉ notes: How many layers of Sun Tsu are you on right now? The wind is blowing Freedom soon will come
The group discussion was interrupted by the sound of metal striking the marble floors, followed by the ominous rattle of chains and pteruges as the metal struck against each other. This was the second reason Stanislav had arrived early, so when the class heard him move for the first time, it would be an imposing sight to see. He maintained a smooth and steady gait, not taking the time to look at any of the group members as he strode through the middle of them all, until, almost mid-step, he stopped directly in front of Vanessa. Kneeling down, then stooping a little further down, he began to refasten a loose strap on his caligae, whispering to the blue haired student as he did. “Zaffre is not your friend, he’d happily let you get hurt if it helped him… Or worse, he’d let Ciela get hurt… If you want to protect her, insist he fights me.” Standing again as though nothing had happened, he gave a brief bit of thanks for the scarf he wore, he was too quiet for anyone to overhear, and with his mouth obscured, no one would even know he’d spoken.
Rising back to his feet, he took his place by Xan, reaching up to the brass clasp holding his cloak shut, before pulling it free in a grand gesture. By the time the drab canvas thing hit the ground, he had taken his scabbard from the baldrick, holding the red wine case in his offhand by his waist. “Before we begin, I propose a wager: if we win, you lot have to attend one of my prayer sessions. I'll let you pick what you get should you win.” He said, confident as ever. Theatrics are powerful tools to those who knew how to use them. Clad in iron and gold, feet striking the earth with peels of thunder, and calmly making wagers. It was hard to overstate his confidence.
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Post by Argent K. Beros on Mar 2, 2017 15:39:23 GMT -6
[attr="class","drklyric"]so burn [attr="class","drklyric3"]black heart [attr="class","drklyric2"] he found her writhing in her pain  [attr="class","drktags"]// 316 words // [attr="class","drktags"]// @taghere // [attr="class","drktags"]// theme // [attr="class","drkcred"]// made by NOVA // | [attr="class","drkbody"] Argent growled a bit at the terrible joke made by the combat instructor at his expense, before shaking it off and chuckling. He had no intention on using his Semblance anyway, since that meant he was out for blood, so he simply waited for further instruction. As the teacher continued to speak, he looked around the hall, noting certain students as potential priority opponents, especially the massive titan in full armor. However, something about the blue-haired student, apparently named "Duke" in some capacity, struck Argent the wrong way. He had a feeling he wasn't going to like this particular classmate, for whatever reason, and shook it aside for the moment.
Attention was returned to the teacher at just the right moment, as she called for various students, Argent included, to come down to the stage. He was relieved to see his partner among them, though the girl following her seemed even more sporadic somehow, and "Duke" was among them as well. At least now he had a full name to go by, so he could properly respond to any comments made. As everyone got into position, Argent cracked his knuckles and neck, testing the traction of his boots on the floor, and glancing around carefully to measure out the area he'd be able to work in. Observation and planning was essential, especially when dealing with more experienced foes, after all.
As Zaffre spoke, Argent scowled, eyes sharp and voice dull, but not once looking at Zaffre. "No dice, Duke. My fighting style doesn't work on mounds of metal like him, and that aside, you fight your own fights and settle your own grudges. I don't take orders from cocky fighters I've never met." With that said, Argent placed a hand on the hilt of his sword, centering his sights on the teacher and smirking like a beast stalking prey. "Ready whenever you are, Teach."
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Post by Xanthia on Mar 5, 2017 18:28:57 GMT -6
School of Hard Knocks
Alright, once they were all on the arena she noticed that the trouble started. Mentions of bad blood here, attitude there... Stan had put a spirit of competition on the stage after mentioning a wager... Boy she would have her hands full with this group... But hey, variety was the spice of life and Xanthia never backed away from a challenge. Even though some of them were shopping for a bump on the noggin. She threw her chalk at a student who laughed at Ciela's dust-reliability and caught him in the middle of the forehead.
"No weapon is a bad weapon, even the Dust dependent ones, Mister Johanson. It's not the weapon that makes the Hunter, it's the Hunter that makes the weapon. Never forget that. In a display of respect for your fellow students, although I know that some of you will not care, I would kindly ask of you all to keep quiet for the duration of this first exercice. Those who show disrespect will be asked to demonstrate next. Without their weapon. Versus me."
She got back to her smiley self with the five youths on stage and spun her weapon a couple of times, aligning the larger part of the tonfa's shaft with her right forearm. She cracked her left knuckles simply by flexing her fingers into a fist and met Argent's gaze with a warm grin.
"Alright guys, listen up. I know you're all capable fighters. You know your own strengths and weaknesses. I want you guys to gauge those of your partners' and see if they add up during our little scuffle. Although I want you to be serious, I don't want anyone to get hurt. Watch where you're swinging, jumping and moving, learn the others' movement patterns, find your place, your role in the encounter and make it count. I might be small, I can take a hit. Don't worry about me, worry about your partners. Mister Kovac, you seem like a pretty serious guy so I'm confident that you will focus on defending... for now."
She looked the titan up and down, walked around him and found a position in one of his blind spots where she anchored herself to the ground with a sturdy defensive position. Two swords, a bladed-winged jet-pack and shields against a nightstick and what she could only call a Claymore. Boy, were the kids these days overcompensating for something? It seemed most of them had ridiculously huge and impractical weapon. Who thought it was a good idea to merge an old-timey crop-harvesting tool with an Anti-material rifle and super-size it to the point where the weapon is larger than the Hunter? And how did they make it fold itself into a lunchbox that weighs virtually nothing? That was some Capsule Corp. sorcery right there. Admittedly, there was this one girl in her classes way back that fought with a goddamned rocket-powered, full sized Ship Anchor that split into two one-handed war picks...
"Talk it out for a minute, ask a question if you have to and let's get this started!"
She was having fun so far and it showed in her expression. After that she'd probably tell them that, every Friday, the class will be held on the Training Field and they'll be authorized to go all-out there.
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Post by Ciela Azurios on Mar 6, 2017 1:15:30 GMT -6
Ciela listened attentively, but couldn't help but hear someone teasing her back in the stands. She whipped around, knees bending, about to leap off the stage and throttle the bastard... before she saw a piece of chalk nail the guy right in the forehead. She heard Professor Meidio come to her defense and she couldn't help but feel her chest swell up a little bit. But she did wish that Ms. Meidio had aimed a little down and to the side. Gotten her little detractor in the eye. That oughta teach him not to make fun of vertically challenged classmates or their weapons. She briefly wondered what kind of weapon this "Mr. Johanson" had. And if he could outplay her and her Cloudburst Queen. Air superiority, bitch.
She snapped back into the conversation right as Argent finished speaking, having caught most of the tail end of what he'd said. She pointed at her partner and nodded. "I'm with him." She did pause briefly, wondering why his fighting style wouldn't work. With his giant slug... wait, that needed Dust. She didn't know how well he could hold up without using Dust quite yet, so she'd best reserve judgments on what his fighting style could and couldn't do. So that left them against Ms. Meidio, her savior and personal scourge. That made her all the more determined.
"I guess we've got our opponent then." She rolled her shoulders and started going through a rather complicated routine of pre-fight stretching. "If we win, you... uh... bake me a cake! A big one! Chocolate!" She giggled quietly as she kept stretching. She had no clue if that titan of a senior could even make cake. With his skill at making swords, maybe he was also REALLY good at baking. Or maybe he was like a savant and he was awful at baking. Getting a bad chocolate cake would be worse than getting no cake at all. But hopefully it wouldn't be bad. |
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Post by Vanessa Santaroza on Mar 6, 2017 9:24:51 GMT -6
Vanessa looked at Ciela and Argent, huffing as she saw them group together. She really wished that Ciela had stayed with her. But that was something she couldn't fix. Not now, at least. She had other things to do. And those things involved helping Zaffre with Stan. Stan, he was a cool dude, and his family was the one who made her weapon, so she couldn't have much of a beef with him. She was worried that all hell might break loose between those two, and she had her semblance ready just in case she had to stop a all-out brawl. Now, she had to find a way to attack Stan. First, a safe attack. She wanted to see how would he guard it. She relaxed her shoulders, gripped the hilt of her rapier, jumped on her feet for a bit before taking a leap forward, trying a simple attack in stab motion towards Stan's stomach. |
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Post by Stanislav Kovac on Mar 6, 2017 10:25:56 GMT -6
[attr="class","ohlove"] The wind is blowing Freedom soon will come
He laughed as his foe offered her wager, “Excellent choice!” he said, raising his sword in salute, “Then we have terms? Let us to it then.” As he spoke, Stanislav didn’t seem to mind the assailants bearing down on him, in fact he was busy admiring the crossguard of his sword, frowning to himself as he wiped a speck of dust off the left quillion. With a shrug he placed in his hip hanger, before with a lazy, idle gait, he slapped the rapier out of the way and side stepped the wielder's thrust, letting her momentum carry her forwards, before partially drawing his own sword, making a quick poke with the pommel to her ribs before returning it back to the scabbard. “You no longer stab shallowly.” He noted with a touch of pride, scratching his chin as he wheeled around, keeping her and Zaff in view “This is good. Continue.” With that he rested a hand on his sword and waited.
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Post by Zaffre on Mar 6, 2017 13:10:14 GMT -6
 - Zaffre Duke - Zaffre got his answer rather clearly, he'd end up going against Stan with Vanessa. Argent had made his opinion on the matter rather clear, and it had been supported by the rest of them. Hell, Vanessa had even thrown the first strike into the battle. "If it isn't much of a burden, if we win I think a nice champagne would be nice," He remarked, taking care to keep his tone passive and attitude pleasant.
With his terms of the wager thrown in, it was time for Zaffre to get serious. He took his stance, targe raised in front of him in his right, buckler open on his left. Slowly, his tentacles crept out of his shirt, forming a ghostly sheen behind him as the thin strands caught the light. "May the best Hunter win!" He proclaimed, starting a quick approach with his targe held between him and Stan. He was much more used to fighting defensively than offensively, but he guessed that was partially why he had been chosen as an attacker. When he was closing in on weaponry range, he made a feint to the right before dashing left with his buckler raised above him to prevent any nasty vertical swings from connecting properly. He once again changed his motion, this time taking a single step to the right before trying to close the remaining distance, going for a shield bash with the targe.
He wasn't just prepared to use his shields though, he kept his tentacles at the ready in case he could sneak a little extra pain in with them. He didn't have any real plan set for using them, they were just there to try and counter any counterattacks thrown his way.
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Post by Stanislav Kovac on Mar 6, 2017 15:57:31 GMT -6
[attr="class","ohlove"] [attr="class","lacking"] [attr="class","eyes"]✎ tag: Xanthia ✎ tag: Vanessa Santaroza ✎ tag: Zaffre ※ words: 180ish? ✉ notes: 15 aura used, 160/175. I’d say wait for Argent and Ciela to reply now. The wind is blowing Freedom soon will come
Stan remained terribly still as the smaller man ducked and weaved, zigzagging as he advanced towards him. His eyebrows were not visible, but they were arched quite high. “You’re going to want to hit me at some point.” He advised, beneath his cordial facade, he was seething, itching, waiting for his foe to swing at him so he could start hurting him. Turning to face him as he charged for the final time he twisted his torso without retreating, the blow falling just shy of his shoulder. A smirk spread over his lips, before he clamped a hand around the offending limb’s elbow, pinning its wrist within his armpit. And about those tentacles of yours he mused to himself, manifesting a shield around him to ward off the poisonous appendages. “Just say when you want me to stop.” He sneered, throwing out three rapid, piston like punches towards the man’s face, before lunging at him to clamp his hand around his throat, all the while keeping him from retreating. His scarf hid it, but he was smiling. He did not typically enjoy hurting people, he did however, enjoying see people get what they deserve.
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Post by Argent K. Beros on Mar 9, 2017 20:15:56 GMT -6
[attr="class","drklyric"]so burn [attr="class","drklyric3"]black heart [attr="class","drklyric2"] he found her writhing in her pain [attr="class","drktags"]// 300 words // [attr="class","drktags"]// @taghere // [attr="class","drktags"]// theme // [attr="class","drkcred"]// made by NOVA // | [attr="class","drkbody"]
Argent smirked, passing his eyes over both the teacher and the senior multiple times, working numbers in his head to analyze height and estimated weight, and factor angles for his attack. Cracking his knuckles roughly against his thighs, he flung his head back a bit to address his partner. "Ci, Pattern 4. If that fails, go with Seven." Puling his head back forward, he shook out his coat, and took three cautious steps, eyes never leaving the teacher. Despite what she had said about the exercise, that she and Stanislav would only defend, Argent would remain on guard until he had a good angle.
And Argent's suspicions were quickly justified, as the senior started throwing punch after punch at the cocky blue-haired student. "S' much for only defendin'." While he wouldn't admit it aloud, Argent was amused to see Zaffre in a compromised position like that, especially on the realization that he was using venomous tentacles to attack a fellow student. Argent may have had loose morals, but that was much too far, even for a reformed bandit, and he inwardly chuckled about the situation Zaffre was in for it.
With that, Argent dashed in, running in a serpentine fashion until he drew close enough to the instructor to leap at her, swinging his leg for a sweeping axe kick aimed at her back and meant to launch her towards Ciela. He wasn't confident it would work, but he had to try. It was too soon to draw his weapon, he wasn't yet aware of what she was capable of, and showing his hand before knowing hers was a fool play. Argent awaited the telltale sound of steel striking flesh, or of steel striking steel, in case she were armored under her attire, his grin even more wild and bestial.
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Post by Xanthia on Mar 13, 2017 22:34:40 GMT -6
School of Hard Knocks Lo and behold, the teacher thought sarcastically. The one thing she had nicely asked her partner was to not counter attack and at the first opening he sees, he goes for a punch in the kisser. To be fair she expected some crap like that to happen at the mention of bad blood earlier but had made the mistake to think that hunters in training could be sensible adults and play nice with each other for the two hours of class they'd get today. It was only after some shit happenned or was said that she remembered how much of a troublemaker she was at their age. She literally saw herself punching that snotty snobby guy from Pinnacle who kept referring to her as "uncouth" and "unrefined" seconds after the teacher had asked her multiple times to simply dodge the attack. The sigh she emitted was loud and condescending. She spun Smile a couple of times and threw the chain at Stanislav, circling his forearm a couple of times. Holding the extended chain, she she stepped back quickly, letting Argent's heel catch the chain and bringing it down, pulling hard on the titan's forearm to force the punches to miss their mark i.e. Zaffre's pie hole. The strength of Argent's attack did dislodge the whip from the giant's arm and Xanthia quickly retracted it in truncheon form.
"Kovac, in case you need additional details on the subject, by "defending" I meant not attacking at all. I will not tell you twice!"
She sidestepped, keeping Argent and Stanislav aligned in her sight, ready to intervene if needed while having Ciela and Vanessa in her field of vision. Maybe she could turn the situation to her advantage in some way. Let's see if they had understood anything about the nature of this exercice.
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