Irene Dixon
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Post by Irene Dixon on Aug 6, 2014 21:41:01 GMT -5
Things went about as well as expected. Which…. honestly… wasn’t too well at all. They were on the ground, a great disadvantage to her. Alex was strong, possibly stronger than her. He was also larger. This situation meant she would need to use her weapon blood… Not that she was ashamed of it, but sometimes it felt a tad unfair to go off against another with an ‘advantage.’ But, all is fair in war. Besides, everyone had their own advantages, it was all in how one used them.
Having convinced herself to use her weapon form without hesitation, new possibilities opened up everywhere. She hoped Alex was ready for a complete change in battle. Things seemed to move in slow motion again. The anxiety of thinking she was on the losing side slipped away when the confidence of her weapon self settled in. Sure, he landed on her partial, and it also fuckin’ hurt. Seemed it may have hurt him as well, a slight shift in his face, though… it could have just been from making contact with the ground. What obviously hurt him was her kick. It was too bad that they had landed so close, she might have been able to finish him off more quickly with a more sensitive blow.
Oh well. It was a cheap trick anyway.
The blow hadn’t done quite enough, that was certain. While Alex may be slightly injured, she hadn’t gotten him off her hand. He hadn’t released her from his grip either. Still her clothing remained secure in his fingers. A light smirk crossing her face, she debated how she might get out of this.
Having let her partial form retract away from her hand after the initial impact of his fat side, Irene tried to shift and free herself. That did little good at first, until he moved. Lifting his body with the arm that had been against the ground, she had a pretty good idea of what he wanted to do from the start. Get on top of her. The person on top generally had control and was decently difficult to regain that control. Well, if one didn’t have any special abilities.
Irene hadn’t thought of much to keep him from getting on top of her. For now she would let it happen. The faint grin having not subsided from her face, she stayed mostly still, her right arm shifting closer to her body. Bending at the elbow, she kept a loose fist near her face. Her left hand was much the same, having released his right wrist when they collided with the ground. He was in an awkward range. She couldn’t really strike well with him on top like this, but she did have a faint idea of what she might do without fully feeling like she was cheating.
“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you just like to be rough and in control.”
The grin held before held a bit of a mocking quality to it, her words having a somewhat amused quality as well. She bent her knees just slightly, making sure her feet were securely against the ground. Watching him carefully, body and face, she needed to know where he was going to strike. If she guessed right, it would be a punch and it would be in front of him. This made it upper body and/or head. Hopefully not head… that would suck.
Right hand shifted. Released her shirt. So one punch was it? She had to make her movements count. Her right hand only had to move slightly to grip securely around his left wrist that still held her clothing. Her left hand shot out to block for just below her neck. Her aim was to take the hit. It was going to hurt like hell, she knew that, but once he hit she was going to get him off balance.
He punched forward, right fist aiming towards her chest. During his downward movement, Irene jerked her hips upwards, utilizing her legs to force him forwards as well. Now… generally one would have to steady their upper body with their hands. Thankfully, she had his left wrist. At the dispense of possibly tearing her clothing, Irene ripped that hand away from her body along with her hip movement. The only point of stability left was that right punch.
It hit and it hard. Irene felt she timed it well enough, thanks to his slowness being similar to hers. Contact with her chest occurred the same time as her left hand movement. Forcing her hand down from where it hovered over her collarbone, she shoved any might she had left to get his hand out from under him. Most likely, she was going to get pretty decent force sliding off her side or down her abdomen. If she succeeded in getting both of his hands out from under him like she hoped, he would be off balance. Heck, hopefully he’d be thrown forward and possibly to his right enough to be off her. And, she really did hope he went somewhat to the right. If not… well… she would be getting a face full of Alex’s face. Yippee.
One couldn’t forget his hit though. It didn’t help that she basically assisted him in momentum by shoving him forward with her hips. When the attack had landed, she definitely hadn’t redirected it in time to absorb any of the power with anything other than her sternum. Fucking felt like she was suffocating. Not to mention that she’d have a black mark in the center of her body. The smile had disappeared by that point, though a noise of pain didn’t really come. Hard to make a noise other than the sound of air rushing out of your body because an ox punched you. That was gonna hurt for the rest of this damn fight… Nevermind holding back any part of her weapon form...
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Post by Alex King on Sept 1, 2014 9:03:10 GMT -5
Alex hadn’t expected beating Irene to be easy; even in their current situation he didn’t expect her to sit back and go on the defensive, even pinned to the ground he expected retaliation from her. Once he hit her in the chest he anticipated things getting easier as the pain settled in and she had to fight to get air back in her lungs, but up until that moment he knew she would fight back and fight hard.
Even so he didn’t foresee what happened. He guessed that she would block his punch, or maybe redirect it like earlier; in fact her left hand was hovering over her collarbone like she intended to do just that. He never thought that she would buck like a horse beneath him and try to throw him off balance, at the same time grabbing his left hand and pulling it off of her. With his left hand freed and his hips suddenly in the air this left only his right hand to act as a pivot as he moved forward. He kept his arm straight for a lack off anything better to do and for a moment it seemed like his whole weight was supported by his fist on her chest and he wondered what kind of damage he was doing to Irene right now; he really hadn’t meant to hit her this hard.
Irene’s left hand came down and suddenly he had no support at all, his right hand pulled out from under him as he dropped down. He slipped a few inches towards the ground when his hand, still balled into a fist, slid off Irene’s body and made contact with the ground to her side, digging into the dirt and abruptly having to support the weight of his whole body again. His arm buckled and he fell the rest of the way.
Alex’s head collided with something hard and unidentified, too hard to be the ground, setting off a burst of pain in his skull and clouding his vision with stars. He straightened his right arm, pushing against the dirt with his fist and lifting himself away from whatever he’d just hit, his left hand came up to press against the point of impact; no wet feeling beneath his fingers meant he wasn’t bleeding at least.
The throbbing wasn’t subsiding at all and he just knew this was going to plague him for the rest of the fight and probably the rest of the week as well. Irene’s ability to constantly surprise him had started off being intriguing, even appealing, but know she was just being a headache in more ways than one. If this carried on much longer he’d have to bring out the big guns.
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Irene Dixon
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Demon Corseque
Wake me up. I'm living a nightmare.
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Post by Irene Dixon on Sept 6, 2014 14:16:50 GMT -5
Her first need was to get him off her. That was the whole reason for throwing him forward and taking the hit. The one hit she wasn’t hoping to take was his skull slamming into hers. While she had no change in her vision, her head was certainly pounding. Pain searing through her chest and now her head, she was growing increasingly pissed. Not so much at the male as in general… Pain was no fun. Even a good amount of endurance couldn’t keep her from feeling those hits from the bulldozer man.
Having released his left hand once she was sure he couldn’t support himself with it, she balled it into a fist and her bladed partial took place over her knuckles. This would hurt him and end this sooner. Moving to somewhat twist her body to the side and throw her right fist from near the ground on the right, over her body, and hopefully into the man’s upper side on the left side of her. Her fist was thrown for a decently powered punch, something he would have to find out how to avoid. After that hit, she planned to throw another and another, just to release anger.
But…. Pain shot through her chest. The movement did not agree with her injury of being punched in the sternum. The pain had caused the partial form to vanish, her focus broken in that instant, meaning if the punch did land it wouldn’t cause nearly as much damage. No other punches followed that either. Her left hand moved urgently back to her own body. Gripping at the fabric that covered the area he had hit with his fist. Having inhaled quickly through her teeth at the feeling of pain, the hissing sound would carry enough for him to hear. How irritating.
Get away.
She needed away, off the ground, and to regroup. Returning to the position on her back, Irene moved to roll the opposite way as him. She wasn’t a quick child, but hopefully his damn head hurt enough to make him pause, or maybe he’d worry or something silly about his punch to her sternum. Either way, she prayed to roll away and get to her feet. Give her a second to adjust to her chest that was on fire.
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Post by Alex King on Sept 15, 2014 17:24:54 GMT -5
His vision was starting to clear up again to the point where the blur in front of him became recognisable as Irene again. She was still below him, though a little more to the right than he remembered, probably a consequence of him falling to the side when she nearly bucked him off of her.
Before he could feel good about being able to see straight again he saw Irene twist her body and swing an arm up and around. He could do nothing fast enough to stop her slamming a fist into his side so instead decided to move with the hit; he intentionally let his supporting arm buckle and he rolled to the right and onto his back.
The slight ache in his ribs was not as bad as it could have been but suddenly having his perception turned topsy-turvy as he rolled did his head no favours. The pain rolled through his skull like a physical thing before settling in just above his left eyebrow again. He had to blink a couple of times to correct his vision and he found himself staring up at the forest canopy and occasional bits of sky above, half expecting this vista to be blocked any second by Irene’s face as she took advantage of his dazed state to take a dominant position.
Instead he heard only a sharp inhalation. He risked another second of immobility to glance to the side and saw Irene clutching a hand to her chest in roughly the same place he remembered punching.
Alex took the opportunity to roll away from Irene, placing his elbow on the ground so that he ended with his arm propping him up rather than being flat on his stomach. He pushed himself up onto one knee while bringing his other leg up to plant a foot firmly on the ground.
He braced an arm on his thigh and looked back over at Irene to see if she had made it to her feet yet. Between the throbbing pain in his forehead, the aching of his side and the itchy stinging in his shin where Irene had kicked him, not to mention the myriad scrapes and bruises sustained from his less than successful tree climbing efforts, Alex’s body was starting to show signs of slowing down this far into the fight. The spar hadn’t even gone on that long but neither of them had exactly gone easy on the other and it was taking its toll now.
With a little effort Alex brought himself back to his feet, wincing a little as the itch in his shin flared into painful life, and clenched his fists again. He expected Irene to get back up again, he would have in her position; what little combat experience he had had told him he was a stubborn bastard who wouldn’t stay down until he either passed out his legs literally wouldn’t support him anymore.
Alex didn’t know the meaning of the word quit, but the words ‘take five’ and ‘let’s start up again after lunch’ were familiar.
“I’m willing to take a break if you are. I did fall out of a tree earlier, I could use a breather.”
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Irene Dixon
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Post by Irene Dixon on Nov 2, 2014 12:09:50 GMT -5
They both rolled away. Both wanted distance.
It made sense. He slammed his head into hers so he must be a little out of sorts, plus he lost the consistent upper hand. Irene didn’t want to be back underneath him and her chest hurt like mad. Hopefully it was just light bruising… Really should have thought more about this strong idiot’s fist hitting her in the sternum. It was irritating to know that she hadn’t thought through something enough.
Stopping her roll, pushing herself to her feet and lifting her body to a standing position, she made sure to not cling to her chest any longer. No more physical signs of that pain, she couldn’t afford it if she was lucky he would believe it had just lingered for a moment longer. She wouldn’t be taken off guard by sudden pain again, she’d fight through it. Her eyes were on Alex again, her mind fishing for her next move, how she wanted to proceed, and what would mean her victory. She wanted to check out her sternum, not injure it any further. As far as she saw things, they both could keep going for a while and hurting the other. Or, she could try to end this as quickly as possible. Danger was… she didn’t know what abilities he possessed, if any. Using her form would provoke what he could do, and that could prove dangerous as well…
Better to lead with a strong hand than to follow up his.
That was her decision. Waiting to use her form was done. Alex was on his feet now, something she had watched. He seemed a little strained, though she couldn’t totally tell where. Chances were that his head still hurt a bit. He had shown a bit of pain his face, his fists had tightened. So he was in pain. But… did the fists mean pain, anger, or both? Stretching her hands, she extended her fingers out and as far apart as possible, flexing her small muscles and loosening up for what would come.
Alex words hit her ears, to take a breather. And her answer was instant.
“No.”
While it wouldn’t have been a bad idea for her either, she wanted this to end as soon as possible. Walking towards him with a mix of irritation and determination on her face, she certainly didn’t look to be a friend approaching. Pale light flashing over her left hand, the dark bladed partial overtook her knuckles once again. She could hit slightly stronger with her right hand and now her left was weaponized. The distance between them was annoying but unavoidable and slowly closing. She wasn’t angry with him but that much wasn’t obvious.
Unless he backed away, she continued at a steady walk towards him. Once within six or so feet of him, she’d charge at him. A bit reserved in order to utilize any change in momentum she needed, but using any sort of ‘speed’ her slow self could ask for. Within striking distance, she take a swipe at him starting at his right shoulder and down diagonally across his body with her bladed left hand. Miss or dodge, Irene was going to follow it up. Use her downward momentum and shift it towards him if he did dodge, towards him and back up again with a right handed punch towards his gut.
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Post by Alex King on Dec 13, 2014 15:30:48 GMT -5
“Somehow I knew you’d say that.”
Irene rejected his offer of a break without hesitation, and more than that was already back on the offensive and closing the distance between them. Alex took a fighting stance, bringing his clenched fists up in front of him; right hand level with his chin and only a couple inches from his jaw, left hand slightly lower and several inches further away just like his father taught him. He might as well put that training to use.
His confidence waned when he saw the glow overtake her left hand, leaving a dark metallic blade in its wake. It was a partial form and that meant she was a Weapon, not a Meister like he had assumed; this fact registered in his mind, somewhere, but it was somewhat pushed aside by the realisation that Irene had basically just pulled a knife in what was supposed to be a friendly spar.
Somewhere along the way he must have made her angry, well, angrier than he already had.
The fight suddenly got a lot more serious and now when Alex looked at Irene he was more critical, more focused. He eyed the blade cautiously; he was reasonably confident she wasn’t really going to try and kill him but regardless he couldn’t risk even a non-lethal injury, not if he wanted to keep on being a Meister. An injury like that was the kind that lasted, the kind that could end any prospect he had of creating a Death Scythe before it began.
He was concerned, enough so that he took a couple steps back as Irene approached, but beneath that worry was a growing anger. He’d been fighting seriously this whole time, sure, and maybe punching her in the chest like that was a dangerous thing to do, but nothing like what Irene was doing now.
So maybe she was trying to hurt him, or maybe she was just being reckless or stupid. Either way, if she was going to escalate things then so was she.
When Irene swung her bladed left hand at him Alex didn’t retreat or try to dodge, instead he stepped forward and grabbed her wrist with his right hand, stopping it before it could reach him.
Always a fan of the combination attack, Irene followed up her swing with a hook from her right towards his stomach. Being focused on blade Alex’s attention was drawn elsewhere and it caught him off guard, her fist sinking into his unprepared gut and pain shooting through him.
He almost buckled from the feeling and the surprise but Alex managed to hold on, gritting his teeth and forcing the pain out of his mind. He still held her left in his hand and with it he had for the moment stopped her most dangerous weapon, but what was he going to do now?
He could try and throw a punch with his left but most likely it would just be blocked by Irene’s right hand. Alex considered kicking her, but with how close there were right now he would have to let her go to get the room the do any real damage and that wasn’t an option.
Irene’s face was right in front of him, easily within reach and looking at it Alex was struck with a sudden inspiration.
He threw his head forward, bending low at the same time, and aimed to connect his forehead with the bridge of Irene’s nose.
Of course, trying to headbutt someone shorter than oneself was a risky prospect and most likely they would just clash heads again, which wouldn’t be good for Alex’s headache and probably concussion. It was probably said concussion which made him think this was such a good idea, but hey, if nothing else it would take Irene by surprise.
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Irene Dixon
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Post by Irene Dixon on Dec 26, 2014 23:17:05 GMT -5
Somehow she kept a smirk off her face at Alex’s words returning to her ears. While she had worn her emotions quite freely as of late, her amusement at his reply was trumped by her focus on him. Irene wanted this to end sooner rather than later. She was running out of gas and she could only hope he was too. Asking for a break was more than a hint though… Just push a bit more.
Hint or not, he was ready for her all the same. Raised fists in front of him, close to the body to keep control and power at his full disposal. As she approached, she noticed a slight change in her opponent. She couldn’t put her finger on the specifics, but she had the feeling that she would have to step up her own game. He wasn’t an easy opponent before and pulling her partial form would make them both more on edge and ready for anything. There was certainly no letting up now.
He backed up, she followed through, and took the downward swing with her left bladed hand. In that short moment, he took a move forward and grabbed her wrist. Seemingly unconcerned with the slight drawback, she kept on with her original thoughts. Keep moving through, bring the next attack in. The more she threw at him, the less of a chance he had at successfully reacting to all of her.
Neither of them wasted time. Even as she felt her right fist sink into his stomach, she threw her left hand outward. Bladed fist moving outwards with it’s anchor, Irene meaning to have it swing in a half circle, out and then back down and around to try and stab him in the thigh. Alex was also trying to follow through, headbutt. While she was hopeful that his head had been hurting, it seemed it either wasn’t or he was fool enough to utilize it anyway. But she’d be damned if she allowed him to break her nose. Ducking her head a bit, it helped that she was shorter. No snooty up noses like her father, she turned her chin towards her chest. Skulls smacking would certainly hurt, but she wasn’t going to end it there just yet.
Her right fist was still able to be utilized. Sure, she had punched him in the stomach, but a quick 180 flip of the wrist, she pulled her fist upwards as Alex’s skull came at her.
The girl had noticed he had problems with follow-ups, no matter how obvious they were. They weren’t always successful, but he had a harder time reacting to more than one thing. Now, bring that fact in with the thought that he was in the middle of an attack, needed to react to her left arm, and had himself tied to her, Irene was decently certain he wouldn’t even see the throat punch coming.
Taking that also into consideration, directly before either fist would dare make contact with him, her partial would shift. Light quick and accurate, flashing over one wrist and blinking over the other, Irene would bring her right fist to a halt if she did happen to make a successful “punch” at his throat. Quick until it met it’s mark, her plan was to hold her dull-metal partial form, on her right knuckles, directly at his skin with as little ‘punch’ pressure as possible.
That way, even if her left semi-circle swing were successful, she wouldn’t slice him. And if she did happen to get her right partial on his throat, the girl would grin. Grin and bare it through the pain of their skulls pounding.
If she did succeed in her small plan, she’d also speak.
“Wanna wave that white flag?”
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Post by Alex King on Jan 7, 2015 17:55:56 GMT -5
As it turned out Irene wasn’t as easy to surprise as he had thought, or maybe he was just more obvious than he realised, whatever the case his sudden headbutt was countered exactly how he feared it would be, with the shorter party simply bowing her head and letting him bash his already bruised skull against hers.
White flashed across his vision at the impact and while he could try to console himself by saying that Irene was likely going through the same thing it was hard to see any kind of bright side to this kind of pain.
Through the pain he could feel Irene moving her left hand aside and down in a circular motion, taking his hand with it. Unsure what she was planning but unwilling to let her achieve it he put more effort into holding her arm still and brought the motion to a gradual halt.
Mostly recovered from his daze he focused his vision again just in time to be half blinded by a flash of light consuming Irene’s hands, first her left and then her right. When it faded he saw that her left hand had returned to normal and it was now her right hand which was adorned with a blade.
Knowing what was coming but too slow to stop it, moving after Irene had already begun the action and moving slower than her to boot, Alex tried to move his unoccupied left hand up to grab the bladed arm by the wrist, much like he had done with his other hand.
His fingers had almost begun to clasp around Irene’s more delicate wrist when he felt the point press against his throat; it was a dull point but the message was still clear and he paused where he was, digits hovering over pale skin.
Right hand currently occupied Irene’s left in place, left hand already committed to an action it had failed to achieve, head pounding, blade point to his throat and no obvious solutions presenting themselves; Alex let out a deep breath that could almost be called a sigh.
Alex let his gaze become transfixed by Irene’s own steely stare. Hoping not to see satisfaction and knowing in those eyes and being disappointed. He and she both knew what the score was and he was dreading her next words before they came.
“Wanna wave that white flag?”
He clenched his jaw and bit back his immediate response, which would not have been tactful or helpful right now.
No, he didn’t want to wave the white flag. He didn’t ever want to quit if he could help it. He wouldn’t be allowed to quit in the real world and he wouldn’t allow himself to quit at any other time; that competitive, stubborn streak he was sure he got from his father’s side of the family wouldn’t allow that.
He tightened his grip around Irene’s left wrist slightly, almost closing his grip around her right as well. He felt the need to fight back building up I him and suddenly several scenarios were running through his head, ways to fight back, ways to get out of this.
If he was quick enough maybe he could grab her wrist and pull the blade away from his neck. With both her hands trapped he could go back on the offensive; a kick to the inside of her leg to unbalance her and then suddenly surge forward and push her back by her arms. Maybe he could push her back down to the ground and regain the advantage he had had there.
He just had to time it right; wait too long and she would get suspicious, do it too soon and she might still expect him to fight back. If he waited long enough he might reach that spot when she thought he had given up.
There was a pause and then the moment came when Alex thought he had waited long enough.
He loosened his grip on her wrist.
There was a point at which you had to concede. In some cases bull-headedly ploughing on despite the situation could be called bravery, in others it could only be called stupidity. Right now was one of those times when it was stupid.
The way his body was hurting in various places told him that this fight had gone on long enough. This was just supposed to be a spar, not a deathmatch. He lost nothing by conceding here other than a little bit of pride and bragging rights; admittedly those were big things to lose when you were a sixteen year old boy and the person you were giving up to was an attractive girl of similar age, but he could live with it.
Besides, he’d give up more than just a bit of pride if he continued to fight stubbornly and ended up losing even worse than now. And as much as he didn’t want to admit it, that was a real possibility here.
Slumping his shoulders, Alex let out a breath that could definitely be called a sigh.
“Sure.”
He let go of Irene and lowered both his arms. He raised his chin and carefully stepped back from the blade; even though it hadn’t hurt of even caused much discomfort he still felt the need to reach up and rub at the skin that the blade had touched.
He looked at it now, the bladed appendage that had suddenly turned this fight around. He almost glared at it, but it was more of a frown than anything. He wasn’t happy with the way this had turned out, mostly at himself for being so easily thrown by a sudden development, but also more than a little bit at Irene for introducing that element to the fight.
Feeling the need to say something in the awkward silence of his capitulation Alex said the first thing that was on his mind, then added a bit more as he felt some of his usual cheer already starting to seep back in.
“That’s a bit unfair isn’t it? Did I have you that worried?”
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Irene Dixon
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Post by Irene Dixon on Mar 4, 2015 12:39:49 GMT -5
A slight pounding in her head didn’t hold back any of her movements and certainly didn’t distract her thoughts. Alex’s skull must have been rock hard as well, seeing as he was able to somewhat successfully keep up with her. If either of them were a bit weaker, the outcome would have certainly been different.
Her left hand was halted by his hold on her, something that slightly surprised her but wasn’t all too concerning. He tended to focus on one thing at a time and he had chosen positively for her situation. Too late to be able to block or stop her next movement, she had her dulled partial against his throat. Alex had attempted to stop her, something she expected but didn’t seem worried over. Her eyes flicked off his face for one moment, just to check where his hand was. Hovering. Eyes back on his face, the light grin on her lips remaining, she kept still for now. Any sign of movement and she’d be ready to go again.
It was hard to tell what he might do. She wasn’t even sure what she would do in that situation. Choosing to give in was generally beyond her, but… this situation was tricky. If it was a real duel, there wouldn’t have been a choice to give in. She would have already sliced his throat. Seeing as she didn’t feel like being on Death’s list, that wasn’t really an option. Besides, she didn’t exactly hate this guy at the moment. Really, what he chose would be whether he was willing to accept that he had lost.
His grip loosened on her wrist, but she didn’t pull away just yet. She didn’t want to be deceived, didn’t want a sly attack taking her off guard and hurting as bad as her chest did. The silence almost seemed to be clouding her ears and everything moved oh so slowly. Seconds passing as eons, she finally saw his shoulders slump. As he sighed, Irene also exhaled deeply, releasing a breath she hadn’t realized she had been holding. Tension leaving her body. The flash of light covered her partial and left her hand as normal as she dropped both hands away from him.
Her right hand moved to her sternum, rubbing gingerly over it and wincing ever so slightly. Taking a step back away from him to give him some distance, she kept her attention on him, mostly because she felt he would say something. She traced anger in his expression, though she wasn’t sure if it was because of loss or from the fact that he was staring directly at her hand. Maybe angry about her partial form? Holding back a snicker, she couldn’t be bothered if he was angry about that.
Her grin widening slightly, even if it was somewhat doused by the pain coming from her chest, Irene was sure to reply.
“From the moment you met me, you underestimated me.”
While the statement could have easily held malice, she only seemed pleased and somewhat teasing. She wasn’t angry with him, at least not at the moment. Especially not compared to the fury when he had turned down her original offer of assistance.
“You were the one who verbally concluded we were both Shibusen students. You should have used that knowledge to your advantage and knew I had something up my sleeve. I waited for yours, you know.”
Shaking her head a bit, she allowed herself to chuckle lightly. Seemed she was blaming all of this on him. He should have known and should have expected it. And really, she believed that. He was the one who had originally said that they were Shibusen students. That meant he was. While she wasn’t sure whether he was meister or weapon, she assumed meister. A weapon wouldn’t react to her partial like it was some dirty trick, unless they were ashamed of their own self.
Dropping her right hand from her chest, she held it out towards him, ignoring the stinging pain for now. Her head had stopped throbbing a short while before, so that helped. Just a dull pain that would probably take all day to die down.
“I’m Irene. Demon Corseque and partner of Prince Levi Kastein.”
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Post by Alex King on Apr 12, 2015 8:43:13 GMT -5
“I didn’t underestimate you.” She was never going to let that perceived slight go, was she? Maybe it was a point of contention for her, being seen as weak, and Alex just had the misfortune of saying the one thing that was guaranteed to get him on her bad side. Or not, he really didn’t know her that well.
“I wouldn’t have fought you if I thought you were weak, I just didn’t expect you to try to stab me.” And that was his point of contention. Whether she had intended to use her bladed partial form against him, or just wave it around to mess with his head, there was still the possibility that either he or she could have gotten hurt by accident; falling the wrong way onto the blade or either of them moving in a way the other didn’t expect could have ended in Alex or Irene cutting themselves. She had introduced that danger and more than his loss that was what was upsetting him.
“That sort of thing doesn’t usually happen in spars, makes it harder to do the whole ‘walk away as friends’ thing afterwards.” Irene was right that he had his own trick up his sleeve, his Soul Charge, but he hadn’t considered using it in the fight because he didn’t want to risk it. He couldn’t control its power or its timing to a great degree just yet, making it potentially unstable and therefore too risky to use in fight like this.
Still, no point dwelling on it. What was in the past, was in the past. When Irene offered her hand and introduced herself he didn’t hesitate to grab it. “Alex King, no partner. No idea what a Corseque is but nice to meet you.”
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Post by Irene Dixon on Apr 28, 2015 22:00:12 GMT -5
At Alex saying he didn’t underestimate her, Irene merely looked obviously unconvinced. Raising her eyebrow, dropping her chin just a bit, with a faint hint to a smirk pulling at her lips. It looked at any moment the words ‘oh really?’ might sarcastically and amusingly slip from her mouth. Irene wasn’t going to verbally comment more on it. She certainly knew that he had underestimated her, and if she were in a worse mood, him saying that he didn’t underestimate her would be an insult.
What he said next was where it didn’t all make sense. Did he honestly forget how they had met? For one moment, she lingered on that thought, but it was much more rewarding on the next. Try and stab him. She hadn’t really tried. Every time she used the weapon, she was more or less counting on her not actually causing him damage with her weapon form. Using it as the primary attack so he could avoid it, or utilizing it as the final blow so that it could end. But not actually hurt him.
Her silence must have spurred him on to explain his displeasure, for she certainly didn’t seem apologetic. And she never would. This weapon was a part of her and she wasn’t about to say sorry because he didn’t like how things turned out because of it. It seemed he was going to play the ‘spar’ card. Her smile widened ever so slightly.
Before she could get her own words to come out of her mouth, Alex had taken her hand. Gripping his hand firmly and giving it a quick shake, she released him and would let her hand drop away if he did the same. A pretty standard greeting in her book. Irene certainly wasn’t going to let the whole stabbing/spar thing slide, not yet.
“I remembered your name. But this time I’ve received it in a much more positive light.”
Assuming Alex had released her hands, she would slip both of them easily into her denim pockets. Shifting her weight to her right hip and keeping her eyes on him, it was about time to remind him that he was being careless in their spar.
“As a warning, there are many worse people you could have chosen to spar with. For one, my partner would have shown you much less consideration. This school is different. It’s not a fun fight out back anymore. We are fighting to become stronger, to test ourselves, to make sure that we don’t fail and die. It’s a practice run.”
While she didn’t look completely serious nor grave, her words weren’t quite as joyous as she had been just previously. Her gaze had never left him and a light smile still tugged at her face. She wasn’t about to let her mood delve into darkness just yet. Her chest still pained her and she could feel the remnants of her throbbing head.
“Maybe next time you should test out your secret card. No way to get better unless you just do it.”
And those were her encouraging words for the moment, her smile brightening to let him know she was serious. There could be a next time, though she might try to avoid that. He seemed like a good guy all in all, even if she had been ready to crush his skull in at their first exchange of words.
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Post by Alex King on May 9, 2015 18:03:49 GMT -5
It took a moment for Alex to be able to say anything. He wasn’t the kind of guy who usually got worked up about things but even so as he heard Irene start lecturing him he felt himself begin to get a little heated. He had grown up in this city, had been striving to attend this school for as long as he could remember, had family members both living and dead who had devoted themselves to hunting down wannabe Kishin.
If Irene had a partner then that probably meant she had been on missions, seen Kishin in the flesh, which put him at least one step ahead of him; he reminded himself of that. He also reminded himself that she didn’t know anything about him and that she hadn’t meant any offence; she was probably just offering some genuine words of advice.
Even so his next words most likely came out with a little more heat than his voice usually held. “I think we have different definitions of the word ‘practise’.” More experienced or not he disagreed with her methods when it came to sparring with fellow students.
“This school is meant to be a safe place for us to get used to fighting. We should only have to worry about the Kishin, not other students. That means not trying to stab each other and it means I’m not using secret weapons when I don’t know what they’ll do to someone.”
An aching at the back of his skull stopped him from going any further, reminding him of the toll his recent loss took on him and stopping him from getting any more heated. “No offence, but I’m not liking the sound of this partner of yours.”
Taking a moment to calm down Alex suddenly felt a little embarrassed and ducked his head down so he couldn’t see Irene’s face or her smile. Alex rubbed at the back of his head. He could be a little short with people following a loss, especially one as humbling as the one he just experienced, but whatever she said or whatever she did in the fight he still felt he was being a little hard on Irene and this partner of hers he had never met.
Raising his chin to look at Irene again, he put a wry smile on his face and tried to get back to his usual self. “I hope I don’t sound as bitter as I think I do. And I hope you don’t think I was holding back. Other than keeping my ace to myself you beat me fair and square; I guess I’ll need to put some extra time into training. Not good enough yet.”
The last words Alex said more quietly, almost to himself.
Yeah, I’ve still got a long way to go before I match up.
For a brief moment Alex looked down again, brow creasing, a look almost like concern momentarily overtaking his features. It was over and soon as it had begun, Alex literally shaking his head to clear whatever thoughts plagued him.
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Irene Dixon
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Post by Irene Dixon on May 31, 2015 12:00:49 GMT -5
Watching him, she was quite certain at this point that she shouldn’t look so pleased. It was hard to pull back though… She was no longer angry with the mere existence of him, she got a bit of a work out, and she had even won. It had been a good span of time that had just occurred, and since her meeting with Nolan, she was having a hard time bringing that blankness back.
It looked like this Alex guy was getting pissed with her. Obviously he wasn’t in agreement with her idea of sparring and fighting and whatnot. Or he was just a super sore loser. Which… she couldn’t blame him. If it had turned out the opposite way, she would have been quite pissed. Irene wasn’t sure she could have stopped and talked to him this long if she had been beaten. Not… that she didn’t walk away with some injuries. Her chest still hurt and really did need to get looked at. The headache would subside, she was decently sure there was no threat of concussion.
Once again, she couldn’t help but grin at his first words. Well obviously their definitions were different. He wouldn’t get so mad about it if they thought the same way. And while she found merit in his, she found it an attitude better fit for a NOT student. Especially when he explained his way of thinking. A safe place. A spar or fight were certainly not safe. Granted… there should be a teacher present during actual school related sparring.
Luckily, Alex’s comment on her partner sidetracked Irene enough that she felt no need to continue their disagreement. He could feel differently, but she was certain he’d soon find out how wrong his view was.
Turning her attention to the new topic in sight, her partner. Levi. Chuckling lightly, she dropped her head a bit and shook it back and forth.
“I’m pretty sure he likes the sound of himself more than everyone in the world combined.”
Irene had taken no offense. That good mood had provided this avenue for Alex, seeing as she might get more irritated with the fact that not only did he disagree with her, but took a side avenue to insult the one she worked with. But what did his opinion on Levi really matter anyway? He hadn’t met the guy. Boy would he be in for something. And that mere thought, Levi meeting anyone, left her a bit cheered at the moment.
What he spoke next almost sounded like an apology. Raising her eyes to meet his face again, Irene let her grin subside to just a vague smirk. Not good enough yet.
“I’m not either.”
She had heard him, even with his quieting, there was something in her that felt everyone could get better. And she was nowhere near close to being good enough either. If he could land such successful hits, then she was too slow or not thinking quickly enough.
“That’s why we’re here though. To get better. However we can.”
Her smirk still remaining, looking at the man for a second or two more, than her eyes moved upwards. Shifting her weight to the opposite side, hands still in her pockets, she decided it was best for her to get going. Had to check and make sure her sternum was still in one piece.
“I’m headed to the infirmary. Make sure you didn’t crack my chest cavity open.”
It almost sounded like an invitation as the weapon took one more look at him, grinned, and then started towards the school, the leagues of stairs just before, and the eventual medical area. One way or another, the girl would be taking her leave soon. A good day to meet a man in the woods.
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Post by Alex King on Jul 19, 2015 5:42:24 GMT -5
Alex started when he heard Irene respond, a little embarrassed that her minor bout of self-pity had been overheard. It surprised him that she would admit to not being good enough either, this confident girl who had been so angry with him for underestimating her; confident, but not arrogant he corrected. Everyone should have a realistic idea of their limits.
He was started to understand his a little better.
The reference to the school they both belonged to brought a small smile to his face, both from the reminder that they were both still students and had a lot to learn and from the surprisingly positive sentiment her words contained. Before Irene had been all outrage and affronted pride, fiery and challenging, now she was being the gracious if slightly smug victor. He wasn’t sure which side of her he liked better.
At the mention of the infirmary Alex’s own injuries took the chance to remind him of their presence by throbbing all at once, his head especially. It probably would be a good idea to get himself checked out, make sure he didn’t have a concussion or something.
Before he had a chance to say anything in response Irene was already walking away, leaving Alex with the choice of either running to catch up or let her go. He let her go.
Deciding to spend a couple more minutes in the woods by himself Alex walked over to lean against the nearest tree, craning his neck back to look up into the branches of the much large tree before him, the one he was attempting to climb back when Irene found him.
It was safe to say this training session was a bust, something he was not looking forward to telling his father about. Not only had he not managed to climb the tree, something he suspected he wasn’t supposed to be able to do anyway, but he had gotten into a fight and lost. He could imagine his father questioning how he had even managed to find someone to get beat up by in the middle of the woods and Alex wasn’t sure he had an answer for him.
Pushing away from the tree Alex started making his own way back to the school and the infirmary, head throbbing with every ponderous step and wondering if he would even make it up those infamous stairs.
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