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Post by redhavoc on Apr 25, 2012 2:17:27 GMT -5
*I dribble the ball with my feet and knees. I can feel my eyes go wide when I see the killjoys and I can practically feel contempt radiating from Max. I look curiously at the electrified gloves and swords, thinking. I pick up my soccer ball and turn to Max, tapping him on the arm. I indicate that we should spar, or teach them how. I don't really care, I love hand-to-hand and today I feel I contain more confidence than the past month put together. I'm starting to think that maybe, just maybe, Max and I can survive out here*
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Post by Electric Fail on Apr 25, 2012 5:14:54 GMT -5
*I slowly drift back, my arms hurting a little still. I sit up and see that maybe I struck a little too heavily.*
Sorry... Reflex... There, let me see...
*I take her ankle delicatly and feel it with my fingers.*
It's not swollen... Maybe it's going to hurt for the next few hours though... Sorry again... And I agree with Gear, it starts to get hot, maybe we should get in the shadow?
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Post by Electric Revenge on Apr 25, 2012 10:56:13 GMT -5
It's alright. I should've warned you about my electric glove slash sword combo. I guess whatever that was you were fighting with must have been lined with copper or something like that. I didn't mean to hurt you either.
But i agree that we should get out of the sun for now. It's gonna get hotter than hell out here soon. But I promise we'll cross blades later, alright Poison?
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Post by Max Griffiths on Apr 25, 2012 23:53:01 GMT -5
[writing with some detail for Red, with permission]
*I shrug to Red, not feeling the necessity of demonstrating to the killjoys but not wanting to discourage her. We didn't train yesterday, and I'm always up for practice. Walking over to the shade beneath the hangar, I leave plenty of space between us and the killjoys and take up my stance. Red grins and does the same, kicking the soccer ball out of the way. Her smile vanishes when she gets into position, and as soon as she's ready I begin*
*We start with basic exercises: memorized attacks and defenses, strikes and counters. They're warm-ups more than anything, and chances to address basic errors in technique; feet too far apart, for example, or not paying attention to one's center of gravity. After about ten minutes we switch to free form. It's far from random, though - we're both focusing on our weakest maneuvers. For me, it's increasing my speed. For Red, it's making up for her size disadvantage. She almost flips me once, and I allow a small smile as I do the same to her, lifting at the end so she hits the ground lightly, and then step back to give her a chance to get back to her feet.*
Signal when you want to switch to knives. *By knives, I mean sheathed blades. We'll treat any landed strike as an actual injury, and adjust as though it were real. Red has a knack for finding weak spots and pressure points, and managed to fake-disable my right arm about four days ago. That was an interesting fight.*
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Post by Poison Shot on Apr 26, 2012 0:47:23 GMT -5
Of course Gear. I only meant if she felt she was ok. But again, thats why all our weapons are sheathed or something. The ranger was a bit of a low blow and unexpected.
I guess first spar adjourned for the day.
*Gear obviously looks at me in distaste of my words but I hope he knows what I meant. Though in retrospect it did sound rash and uncareful*
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Post by Funhouse Gear on Apr 26, 2012 1:14:54 GMT -5
*I wave a hand leisurely in Poison's direction* It's cool. It's up to you all, I'm not the one sparring. *I smile to show I'm not mad or anything. I just want Electric and Fail to get off on a good start with the group. If there was an accident between Poison and Arson, or any of the more established members, I know we'd have no problems laughing it off. But when you haven't been with a group as long, it's easy to take things personally.*
*My radio goes off again, and the new killjoy, Static, tells me she's at the airport. I get up, brushing the dirt off my pants and pulling my goggles down over my eyes. The sun's bright on the tarmac, and I'd rather not get a headache.* I'm off, guys. Static's here, and I'm going to go lead her in. If anyone wants to come, feel free. The more the merrier! *With that I turn and start off; anyone following can catch up easily, and I don't want to make Static wait longer than necessary*
*When I get closer to the entry road, the double-tall chain link fence that surrounds the airport comes into view. I think I see someone standing on the far side, distorted by heat waves, and I raise an arm to signal where I am*
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Post by Static Venom on Apr 26, 2012 21:57:23 GMT -5
*I squint, trying to focus on the figure approaching. Once I see the man relatively clearly, I start walking over to him, staying quiet as I do so.*
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Post by redhavoc on Apr 27, 2012 2:55:27 GMT -5
*I step back when Max almost flips me, sweat trickling down my back. As we circle I take off my coat and indicate I'm ready for 'knives". I take out the one Max gave me a while back, really hoping to pull off a simulated jugular-slice this time. Moral issues aside, I need to practice all my techniques, even the lethal ones. Gear says something about picking up another killjoy and I nod, pretending to take my eyes off Max for a second*
*He goes for the bait (even though he's bound to know it's a trap by now) and slashes at my torso. I pull my body sideways and forward, grabbing his wrist with my left hand and twisting, aiming to force Max to drop the knife*
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Post by Max Griffiths on Apr 27, 2012 3:12:00 GMT -5
*Good use of diversion, effective follow-through. Red has a good grip, too, and though I know I'm strong enough to break it - one handed, that is; her two-handed hold would be much more challenging - I drive my left hand towards her face instead, palm open. That way the hit will either disorient her enough to slow down a knife strike, or she'll have to block and either give up the immediate attack or release my wrist. Not that I'd actually land the blow; in a genuine fight, it could go so far as to break my opponent's nose and drive the cartilage back into his or her brain.*
*Red doesn't attempt to block me, and I say 'Bam' quietly as my hand touches her nose. She acknowledges the strike by closing her eyes, but at the same time she pulls forward on my arm and brings her knee up into my side; I let myself roll rather than trying to brace for the fall, and drop my knife - not because of her hold on my wrist, but so I can grab hold of /her/ arm and pull her with me.*
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Post by Funhouse Gear on Apr 27, 2012 3:19:37 GMT -5
*The figure gets closer, and it's obvious now that she's a killjoy. Common sense says it's the girl I spoke to on the radio, but after the run-in with the gang I'm a bit more cautious than normal. I'm surprised to see that she's on foot, too. I don't go so far as to draw my gun, but I put my hand on my holster when she's a few yards away* Welcome. What's your callsign, motor baby?
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Post by Static Venom on Apr 29, 2012 22:22:05 GMT -5
*My nerves are getting to me as I move closer to the man, I've never been good around people* err.. I'm Static.. uh, Static Venom!
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Post by Funhouse Gear on Apr 29, 2012 23:37:09 GMT -5
Glad to hear it. You're the one I was talking to earlier, then? I go by Funhouse Gear, Gear for short. *I smile, rolling the gate a few more feet to the side so the opening's nice and wide* Come on in, the others are waiting farther in. We're going to take a roundabout way to get there, though, if you don't mind. We've had some trouble with unwanted visitors lately and we don't want them to find out where the safehouse is, exactly.
*I walk off, glancing back once to make sure she's following. I'm aiming to shadow the fence for a while, and then loop around by the airport proper before getting back to the hangars and the buried plane*
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Post by Static Venom on Apr 30, 2012 11:19:32 GMT -5
*I nod at him* Yeah, that was me.*I follow Gear, making sure to keep up with him* Well, if it's for safety reasons, so, I mean.. it's totally understandable..
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Post by Arson Anthem on Apr 30, 2012 16:58:10 GMT -5
*Several minutes pass before I hear Gear's footsteps on the gravel nearby. Red and Max are still sparring farther off, and for a moment I'm worried about what the newbie's reaction to Max might be - even without his drac mask visible, he's obviously not a killjoy. But with so many of us here, hopefully it's clear that he's not an immediate threat.*
*I'm closest to the open end of the hangar, and I call over to Electric, Fail, and Poison* Incoming!
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Post by redhavoc on May 1, 2012 3:03:36 GMT -5
*I roll with Max, attempting to toss him against the nearby wall with his own momentum so I can spring up again. I miscalculate and roll over a wrench. We break apart and are both up in a second again. I'm pleased to see Max breathing heavily and I start to shift my stance for the next attack when I hear Arson's warning*
*I immediately hold up my weapon and stand upright, indicating we should stop the sparring match for now. As soon as Max straightens I hurry to get my coat. I'm not ready for a new kj to see the BLI barcodes on my wrists... not yet. I zip up my coat and put my knife in the pocket, flashing a quick thumbs-up to Max and ready to meet whoever it is*
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Yes, I'm still running - sort of. But it is lonely out here. Haven't seen anyone else for a while.
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