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Post by Zane Arterius on Feb 21, 2014 20:08:32 GMT -5
It was the start of a bright and beautiful Sunday morning, Zane just received word the day before that he was accepted into Shibusen and class started Monday. Zane had one goal in mind, become a death scythe, and he was willing to do whatever it took to reach that goal. Being a little anxious and nervous for the upcoming week, he couldn't help but shake the feeling that something terrible was going to happen. Feeling like he was going to begin to think bad thoughts, he decided that he would try and workout, help clear his mind from his past and hopefully focus on the future. After eating a healthy breakfast he changed into his workout gear and grabbed a bag full of equipment and set off for a jog. He started off in the city, the rustle and bustle of it all didn't help, so he decided to explore a bit till finally he made his way to his ideal location.
Deep in a secluded area within the forest, Zane found his spot, away from everyone where he can be left alone to clear his mind. He spent a couple of minutes finding a great tree, finally he found one to his liking. He went up to it and gave it a good punch. After waiting a few seconds, in a low voice said "Perfect, she'll do just nicely". He placed his bag next to the tree and pulled out some gloves, once he had them on he lay in front of the tree with his feet pressed up against it and began doing sit ups. Each time he rose he make a jab at the tree before laying back down. Thinking he's alone, he can be heard saying
"one, two, three, four, five...........One hundred ninety nine, two hundred"
When he hit 200 he stood up, put his hands up to his face, and began assaulting the tree with a mixture of punches and kicks. An hour passed, and with the final blow with all his strength he gave one last punch with his right hand and yelled
"I'M STRONGER THEN YOU FATHER". After the final blow, he lay his head against the tree, taking deep breathes as the sweat began to drip from his face, he reached in his bag and pulled out a towel and a water bottle. Taking a huge gulp of water he let out a big sigh, he then proceed into pouring some water on his towel then wrapping it around his neck. He then sat down with his back against the tree. He pulled some sunglasses out the side pocket of his bag and played them on his head. Leaning his head back on the tree he stared at the grey sky above, the suns warmth felt relaxing on his skin. He began to close his eye and fall in and out of sleep, before finally knocking out he faintly mumbled
"I will be......the strongest"
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Kaylin McOlster
Meister
Schiavona Technician
It's all fun and games until someone loses an eye.... then it's fun you can't see!
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Post by Kaylin McOlster on Feb 22, 2014 0:25:31 GMT -5
SUNDAY.
It was a perfect name for this day. Why? WHY?! because it was sunny. Don’t think on that one too hard. The energetic meister was up with the sun, one of her many favorites. As usual, the day started with running rampant through town, but this did not exclude her ‘normal’ morning routine. A general shower that included missing some sort of step, such as not rinsing out her hair or putting clothes on without drying herself. Dressed in her stereotypical outfit of a shorts blue onepiece zip-up suit, boots, gloves, and cropped tank, the girl was out the door in record time. Of course… every day was a new record. Kaylin just needed to get out and move.
The girl running through the streets, she saw familiar faces of sorts, buildings that seemed familiar, and colors that she loved. This continued on for hours. Just running about around the city. Seeing people, greeting people, chasing dogs and cats, trying to fly like the birds, playing with the neighborhood children… Weekends always were good days. One of her last places of ‘rest’ was the park. A lot of kids were out this Sunday. Much younger children that held the same sort of energy that Kaylin had for life. She played chase with them, tag, hide and seek… any sort of game they could come up with.
Then, she learned a new one. As usual, some of the kids wanted to jump rope. Of course she obliged! She LOVED jumprope! And she even had her whip with her. Assistance from one of the older children, the kids started jumping and laughing. Then… they started some sing song sort of rhyme.
One Two, Buckle my shoe; Three Four, Shut the door; Five Six, Pick up sticks; Seven Eight, Lay them straight; Nine Ten, A big fat hen!
After the hen, the kids would start laughing and then start over again. The chant was interesting to the young meister, for she never heard it before. But, as with Kaylin, the attention span of the children was short. Jumprope was done as quickly as it began and the kids were off running towards the jungle gym.
But… Counting? For some reason this was stuck in her head, like some sort of chant. A grin on her face, the meister wrapped up her whip and clasped it back to her hip. Then she sprinted off. At first, she didn’t know where to go. Buckle your shoe? What did that even mean? Buckles on the shoes?
Obviously Kaylin put her own definition to this. While running the idea had hit her. The next person she saw, she did a dive roll to the side of their feet. As she rolled past, her hand shot out and tapped one of their shoes. At the same time the person exclaimed in surprise, Kaylin yelled ”BUCKLE.” then she went on, jumping to her feet, laughing, and running to terrorize her next victim. Another five people got this treatment before the next line came to her mind. Shut the door.
Well… WHAT DOOR? Obviously all of them. So for the next three blocks, any door she saw that was open was instantly closed. Even if someone was holding the door open for someone or just ready to walk into a shop, Kaylin was their to ‘shut the door.’ Oh the blocks of angry people that Kaylin was oblivious of… It was a wonder that she noticed so many doors!
Next line. Pick up sticks. Sticks? WOODS. Trees had sticks. Trees were in the woods. And off she went. She needed no other motivation than to get to the forest. It took time, sure, but she had time. All the time! And the energy! And in no time at all, in her opinion, she found herself prancing through the forest. Without a care in the world, the girl began collecting sticks. Stick after stick! Short ones, fat ones, skinny ones, long ones, pointy ones, stubby ones, smooth ones, wavy ones…. She never really did anything half way. So MANY sticks!
The sticks were piled high in her arms, every now and then she would kick a stick up from the ground and attempt to catch it on top of her pile. Laughing as she moved through the woods, she was now much slower than her original sprint to the area. Now what was she to do? OH THAT WAS RIiiiighh……
That’s when she toppled. Something had caught her foot. Ground fairies? Sticks went everywhere as she threw them in the air. She needed to catch herself of course! A laugh rolling off her lips, the girls now empty hands burst forward, met with the ground, and she used the momentum to forced her legs up and over her head for a full handstand, then flip over herself and on her feet again. Grin on her face, she turned around to see her fairy. uh… boy. Covered in about a third of her sticks.
OH. That’s it! Lay them straight!
And to it she went. All the sticks that had just fallen she began laying them out in a line. Some of them on top of Zane, some of them on the ground of the forest floor. All the while, she did the little sing song tune way off key.
One Two, Buckle my shoe; Three Four, Shut the door; Five Six, Pick up sticks; Seven Eight, Lay them straight; Nine Ten, A big fat hen!
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Post by Zane Arterius on Feb 22, 2014 3:49:52 GMT -5
As Zane faded into his dreams, this particular one was the one he had dreamed of often, the one where he never had weapon abilities and life had moved on without the incident after his championship fight. Zane would be back in his hometown at the local gym with his brother Drake, training him like they did every day. His father would be there, cheering on the side looking proudly upon his sons. After a long training session the three of them would hug it out and smile, the perfect family, the perfect dream.
Just as he always dreamed this dream, that perfect dream would turn to his perfect nightmare. In an instant he would be torn from them, left falling in darkness, when he would hit the ground he would be surrounded by shadows of random people along with his family. His left arm was replaced with his dull blade dripping with blood. The shadows would be calling him names. FREAK MONSTER KILLER.
The shadows would then begin to take on hideous forms that overwhelmed him, feeling paralyzed and unable to move as the shadows begin to consume him, he would look toward his family and try to gasp for help, but nothing would come out. His family would turn into the darkness and disappear, as they vanished his father voice can be heard "you can't be strong, your weak". When the darkness cleared Zane would be left all alone with no one around, he would just walk the empty streets and repeat "I will be the strongest" over and over again till he woke up, but this dream was different it didn't end there.
As Zane walked the empty streets of his dreams, he felt a sharp pain in his leg, the pain caused him to fall on the floor. In the distance he heard a unintelligible voice, it became louder and louder and Zane was able to make out what the voice was saying.
One Two, Buckle my shoe; Three Four, Shut the door; Five Six, Pick up sticks; Seven Eight, Lay them straight; Nine Ten, A big fat hen!
In an instant he awoke from his dream, as his eye crept open he saw a girl picking up stick and lining them up next to each other. More noticeable he saw his shades were cracked, one of the sticks that fell on him damaged them. Angered by this he proceed to stand up, as he did he stumbled by feeling a sharp pain in his leg and was able to catch himself by bracing himself on the tree. He thought to himself "That pain, wasn't a dream?" Once he was able to stand properly he took his shades off and gave them one last look. He looked back at the odd girl and replied
"HEY YOU" with her loud off key singing she wasn't able to hear him.
One Two, Buckle my shoe; Three Four, Shut the door; Five Six, Pick up sticks; Seven Eight, Lay them straight; Nine Ten, A big fat hen!
With a louder tone he said "HEY I'M TALKING TO YOU", he then proceed to limp towards her and grab her by the arm. On his way towards her he walked on some of the sticks she dropped and started to slide backwards missing her arm as he tried to reach for it. Being sore, having pain in his leg, and just barely having woken up his motor skill weren't at his finest and there was no way for him to have been able to catch himself as he headed towards the floor. In a final thought before making contact with the hard ground he thought to himself "First the same bad dream, now this? Can my day get any worse?"
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Kaylin McOlster
Meister
Schiavona Technician
It's all fun and games until someone loses an eye.... then it's fun you can't see!
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Post by Kaylin McOlster on Feb 22, 2014 19:55:19 GMT -5
It was amazing that this new male was picking up on Kaylin’s obliviousness already. Of course, Kaylin would never hear anyone exclaiming to her over her own singing. That just simply wouldn’t happen. Although… the second time when he hollered louder, the girl did pause in her singing. Still laying the sticks out on the ground, she was almost done! TWO LEFT. After she got these two in place, she looked up from where she thought she remembered a sound coming from.
The crunch of the sticks he stepped on helped her. Her reaction was… probably a surprise to anyone that was sane. Eyes wide as she stared at the male, her mouth dropped in a surprised yet joyful expression. What happened after laying them straight? A big fat hen! Was this the hen? He wasn’t fat. Maybe there was magic involved? A magic boy hen? Was that possible. Gigging with excitement, she saw her prized hen lose balance. Acting upon her strengths, the girl was up and sprinting for the male in moments.
She caught him. That could darn well be near a miracle. Catching him by the collar of his shirt by her right hand, the remnants of her giggling were just subsiding. ”You’re a weird looking hen.” Laughing again, her hand let go of his shirt, letting his body fall the last few inches to the ground. Jumping backwards away from him, she then began to circle the boy with obvious excitement and energy. Clapping her hands together as she moved around him, she about completed a full circle before she jumped in place and stopped. The joy on her face was undeniable.
Kneeling down, the girl remained on her feet but crouched so her chest was just barely touching her thighs and knees. ”Are you really fat?” It was so obvious for her. A big fat hen came at the end of the rhyme. She reached the end (by some force of magic) and now here was her hen! Accompanying her words, her right hand shot out with her pointer finger extended. Her aim was to poke the male in the lower side, his right side seeing as that’s where her circle had ended with her standing.
A bird chirped. Instantly her attention was taken away and her eyes shot upward. The music was so awesome! Animals were amazing. The smile on her face had calmed down only a fraction. And then she was off again. Stopping her would be quite an act. Jumping to her feet again, she ran for the closest tree. Hand moving to the whip on her hip, it was out and extended in a mere moment. Swinging it for a branch on the tree, it swung and flipped over the branch. Other end coming down, she grabbed both sides of the rope that now descended from the tree branch and started climbing, all the while whistling for the birds.
Zane? He was forgotten.
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Post by Zane Arterius on Feb 22, 2014 21:10:54 GMT -5
As Zane began his decent to the ground he braced himself for impact, only to be grabbed last second by the girl. With shocked eyes he said to himself "How did she??? She's fast, she has to be form the academy". For a moment he was quite taken by her, to have such reflex's, you could say he began to admire her. Just as quickly as he felt admiration, was the same amount of time it took that moment to shatter.
"You’re a weird looking hen." she said. In a moment of confusion and at a loss of words, he just stared at her with a blank look till she let go of him and he hit the ground. Even more confused and now shocked that she let him hit the ground, he looked at the sky and thought to himself "I'm a weird...hen?".
Trying to decide whether or not he's still in his nightmare, he heard the girl speak again. So in his own thoughts he only caught some of it, ".......really fat". He titled his head up just a little to look at her, he saw her finger pointing directly at him. Before he could mutter a reply, a bird chirped, which immediately drew her attention away. Feeling a bit dumbfounded, he sat up and moved his arms in front of him, he began to look all over his body.
In a soft tone he said "I'm not fat....am I?" He gave a small chuckle, "no I'm not". He looked at the girl and thought "Is she for real?"
Out of irritation he began to clench his fists, looking at the girl he had a sudden urge to do something. What? he didn't know, but he needed to do something. Noticing how quickly her attention shifts he devised a quick and brilliant plan. Which was get her attention, it's so simple and given what he just witnessed of her attention span, he figured it would work.
Ignoring the pain he felt in his leg he stood up, once he was able to get his bearings, he made his way to the tree where she began climbing for no odd reason that he could figure out. Just before she could climb any higher, Zane who was standing behind her, managed to grab her left leg with his right hand and hold her still. Making sure she couldn't go any further and having her full attention he told her
"Listen you, I don't know who you are, but it's one thing to trip over someone, it's another to break their shades. BUT ITS AN ENTIRELY DIFFERENT THING TO CALL THEM NAMES THEN IGNORE THEM!"
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Kaylin McOlster
Meister
Schiavona Technician
It's all fun and games until someone loses an eye.... then it's fun you can't see!
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Post by Kaylin McOlster on Feb 22, 2014 21:43:48 GMT -5
Zane’s words were very much lost on the energetic meister. Moving from one thing to another, her brain was running on more cylinders than usual this fateful day. He spoke to himself, but she had been much too preoccupied with studying her hen. Did hen’s not smile? Why was he not smiling? Silly hen! Even when the male chuckled to himself, sadly Kaylin missed that small bit of joy. She would have loved it! Even a small smirk got the girl’s energy moving. How she would have liked to see her hen laugh!
But alas, Zane was not currently on her mind. No. She was climbing to the singing birds! They sang so beautifully and her whistling only encouraged her own self to climb higher. Wait. What was this? Why did she feel heavier. A pause in her movements, the girl’s eyes traveled over herself in a quick assessment. Hands looked the same, arms did too… Same with the torso, hips, thighs, calves… calves. wait. A hand? She didn’t have hands down there… At least she didn’t think so….
A bright smile spread across her face as she noticed the fiery hair of Zane. This joy just seemed to consume her continually. His hand still held firmly to her leg, that weight that was holding her back from climbing any higher. Why was she climbing? Hen was here, bird calling was gone.
Taking both sides of the whip into her right hand, her left hand moved to ruffle Zane’s hair. ”Awwww. You missed me!” She sounded like she was speaking to a pet, laughter instantly following her words, and what made things worse was that she spoke right over him. Then, the girl dropped. He could continue to hold her leg if he wished, but that would probably bring the kid down with her legs. As she descended from being in the air, she kicked her left leg to the side. Really, this wasn’t meant for him to release her, she forgot about that. She was turning to face him!
Now directly in front of him, the girl was probably eerily close for a sane stranger. Eyes looking up at the male’s face, he was easily a half a foot taller than her. The amused grin never left her face. She had not even partially heard his words about being upset with her for ignoring him. Even if she had, she wouldn’t have understood. Ignore him? She didn’t ignore him! ”Why do you look like a boy?” The question was asked with the same joy and amusement as before. It was all like some sort of joke, though she was completely serious in her own way. Left hand shooting out, her hand went for his. Her aim was to lift his arm and inspect. ”Don’t hens have feathers?” These words were more to herself. Confusion crossing her face for a moment and instantly being replaced by a short fit of giggles.
Moving to circle him again, the girl started to head under his arm if she had indeed raised it, her right hand still holding the grip to her whip.
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Post by Zane Arterius on Feb 22, 2014 23:32:57 GMT -5
As Kaylin took her whip into her right hand as if she was going to come down, Zane being in awe, was in shock that he actually got her attention. In a moment of weakness he let his guard down, and in that split second he felt a hand caress his hair. In that moment as she began ruffling his hair, it seemed that time began to stop for Zane. It didn't seem real to him. Could this really be happening to him? He refused to believe it. After a few seconds, which seemed like a lifetime to Zane he heard Kaylin, in a cute voice say
”Awwww. You missed me!” He let go of her leg and as she came down she was too close for comfort, he looked down at her his face began to turn red from his anger, he couldn't control his temper any longer. She began to circle him, he closed his eyes and began trying to control his breathes to calm down. After going in a full circle around him she stopped in front of him, he open his eyes and she replied "Why do you look like a boy?"
At that point steam was coming out of his head, Zane straight up lost it, she really can't be that serious...Can she? does she really think he is a hen? The same girl that caught him with almost lightning speed that he admired for second, really thinks that Zane is a hen. The anger he had just out weighted the logic in his mind and he just wanted to scream, but he was so mad he forgot how to scream. She began to take his arm and look under, he thought to himself that "she must be checking for feathers isn't she?
As she giggles he can't take it anymore with all his strength he punches the tree with his arm with such force a few leaves begin to fall. Zane get's in front of he once again almost face to face and points his finger at her face and yells "Listen you....". As he stared straight at her eyes he can see his skin his face was as fiery as his hair. He gave another look at her, he saw a child, a girl who was happy in her own world. He took a deep breathe and moved his finger out of her face. His face started to return to normal. Zane gently placed his hands on her shoulder and in a gentle voice replied
Listen, I'm not a hen, I'm a man, I don't have feathers, and sadly I can't lay eggs.". In that moment he pictured in his head what it would look like for him to lay eggs, after a few moment's he erased that thought from his mind completely and went on saying "You tripped over me, and said some not so nice things, I didn't even get an apology, you just kinda ran off and started to climb a tree."
Being level headed again, he actually listened to what he was saying "You tripped over" is what he heard, he took his hands off her shoulders and placed his right hand behind his head, with the smallest smile possible he said "that's right you tripped over me, now I must be the rude one, your the one who fell, are you alright miss?"
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Kaylin McOlster
Meister
Schiavona Technician
It's all fun and games until someone loses an eye.... then it's fun you can't see!
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Post by Kaylin McOlster on Feb 22, 2014 23:52:35 GMT -5
Circling around the hen~
It was such an odd thing… looked like a boy. No feathers. But sure enough he was part of the song. Hen hen hen. Grin never leaving her face, she found herself face to face with the young man again. Did he look… redder? nah. Laughing at her own silliness, she didn’t know why fairies would make her hen red. That was crazy talk! Just as her attention was about to be taken away by the chirping birds again, BAM.
A loud crunch caught her ears. ”THUNDER!” A gleeful exclamation from the girl, she jumped up and down, nearly reaching his height at the top of her jump. Clapping her hands three times, her gaze was flying about the forest, mostly upward. Where was the lightning? Where was the light? Where was the RAIN!? Excited for the joy of a thunderstorm, the girl temporarily forgot about Zane.
Definitely temporarily. A finger soon entered her vision. Nearly crossing her eyes, she focused on it while cocking her head to the side slightly. Words came to her then. Listen? A smile on her face, her eyes instantly moved to Zane’s face. Looking up at him now, it was almost as if her joyous face was saying ‘yyyeesssss?’ The silence from her lasted a moment or two, apparently ‘listening’ to him. Well. He said nothing. DONE.
Laughing quietly, she put her own finger in his face, her left hand pointer finger nearly touching his nose. Then in the next instant, his hand dropped from her face and her hand from his. The smile never left, but she was definitely less focused than when she was ‘listening.’ When his hands moved to her shoulders, her eyes followed the right hand. More weight? Why touching? Questioning but still happy, she returned her gaze to him. Then away. Then down at their feet. He was talking… she kind of heard him. He said listen again, but it was too late for that. He hadn’t done anything fun!
Talking talking talking. She heard him in the back of her mind. But what she saw at their feet was of great more interest. Since she had circled him and had kept the whip in her right hand, the longer portion of the whip had circled around his feet once. A playful grin on her face, she returned her gaze to him as he asked if she’s all right. ”I’m half right and half left!” Giggling at her own response, the girl jumped backwards. Still having been close to the tree, her back slammed against it and forced some of the air from her lungs. But she lost none of her joy. For when she jumped back, she tugged hard on the whip with her right hand. What happens to a loop around someone’s feet when it is pulled? It tightens. With that pull she had tightened the whip around his ankles and even got a bit of tug to take him off balance.
”Where’s my hen!”
So she did hear him. Laughter again, she took a step or two towards him, moving like she was going to tackle him. And that was indeed her intention. The girl covered the small bit of ground in no time at all. So.. if the whip didn’t get him to the ground, she may. Straight for him with a decent bit of speed, the short girl aimed to tackle the non-hen.
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Post by Zane Arterius on Feb 23, 2014 3:19:51 GMT -5
Hoping for some actual human conversation he waited for a reply, he got one. "I'm half right and half left" she said. Confused by what she said, he slightly titled his own head to try to grasp the words that came out of her mouth. He wondered if he was starting to go insane, was his mind melting? Was he the problem? Why is he starting to question his sanity, he should be questioning hers!
As he pondered his mental state he noticed she hit her back against the tree, as he try to move forward her to check on her, he noticed the whip wrapped around his leg, once against the feeling of admiration for her skill impressed him, using his eyes he followed the whip pack to her hand and noticed she was charging head first right at him. Caught off guard he knew he couldn't stop it, so he braced himself for impact as she charged at him saying "Where's my hen!"
When the whip began to tighten on his ankle, the pain in his leg began to flair up to the point to where he couldn't ignore the pain any longer. Unable to hold his ground his leg started to slide and when she tackled him he lost his balance and they both fell to the floor. As they were falling down an uncontrollable instinct took over, he grabbed her almost as if he was hugging her, so she wouldn't get hurt.
As they fell his body shifted a little to the left. He landed on his left arm, sending a shocking pain throughout his whole left arm. The sheer pain caused his left arm to change into a dull 22 inch blade. As he lay there he opened his, he noticed that his left arm transformed and his blade was holding her. With a scared and worried looked on his face he transformed his blade back into his arm. He looked at her face and blurted out "I'm so sorry I didn't mean to, I didn't hurt you did I?"
Realizing what he just said, he questioned why he even said it. So far any attempt he made to hold a conversation with her have failed. As he continued to stare at her on top of him, he tried to figure out a way he can at least find out who she is. She was the person to take him down since discovering his weapon abilities, he needed to know what she was. Meister, weapon, or something more. If he wasn't so tired he might have made an attempt to fight her, but his curiosity got the better of him and he was willing to stay there and find out something from her.
He scratched his head and with a big sigh he try to communicate once more time, he brought his hand to his head and pointed his finger at his face and simply said "Zane", he then pointed his finger at her face, hoping for a response, at least her name....
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Kaylin McOlster
Meister
Schiavona Technician
It's all fun and games until someone loses an eye.... then it's fun you can't see!
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Post by Kaylin McOlster on Feb 23, 2014 18:19:48 GMT -5
He was swaying! Like a magic tree non-hen! As she moved back into the tree, the boy leaned forward towards her as well. Just like a dance or a performance. A grin always remaining on Kaylin’s face, it was no real surprise that she had changed her thoughts so quickly. Back and forward. Crazy and more crazy.
The man didn’t move, though it wouldn’t really matter if he had. She probably would have just ended up doing some sort of somersault on the wood floor and laughing her head off. Kaylin just happened to be like that, and it was all fun and wonderful. Contact. Kaylin had slammed into the young man, despite what he most likely wanted. The momentum kept them going and she knew they were heading towards the ground. She moved to extend her arms and avoid some collision with the ground, as was instinct for the girl.
But what was this?
Weight again? Focus darting downward to her arms, she found her path of extension blocked by that of other arms. What? Then they hit the ground. Laughing, it must have been quite a surprise that the firey feeling of pain didn’t clip her as they hit the ground. Was it because of her not hen? This was so different to her mind! Usually when she hit the ground she had deal with a sort of burning feeling from where her hands or knees hit the ground, but this was like jumping on a bed!
A hard bed. A flinch of cold on her right arm, the girl shifted position instantly. ”Why’s there snow?! When shifting so that she swung all of her weight to the left side, basically turning her and Zane to the opposite side of balance in the process, she moved her attention to the ‘snow’ that had made contact with her skin. Metal? Laughing, her right hand was instantly extended towards the weapon partial form, pointer and middle finger touching against the flat of the blade. ”You’re an ice weapon!” Her exclamation was like she had figured out the cure to cancer. No one would match that excitement otherwise. A grin on her face, she looked to Zane’s face because he had just snapped back into things too.
The warmth of his skin now in contact with her fingers on her right hand, and odd position really, seeing as the remaining fingers still held to her whip. Words were spewing from his mouth now. She heard ‘sorry’ and ‘hurt’ between her fits of laughter. He was so funny! Why was he apologizing? Did she sit in gum? Because gum was super awesome! It was all chewy and tasted good and full of sugar… and what?
”Calm down, not hen.”
A bright grin was still on the girl’s face, but she was certainly addressing him. Shifting position once again, she got herself into a more comfortable position instead of half laying on him and the ground. Comfortable for her, but maybe not so much for him. Sitting on him in a straddling position at his upper abdomen, she was now looking down on him and patting his head lightly with her left hand. Yea. What was more comforting than a short stranger patting your head?
His demeanor changed, the negativity slipping away. This she noticed. That meant fun was to follow! Excitement growing within her, somehow she managed not to hop up and down on the poor male. Pulling her hand away from his head, he moved his own hand to his face. Zane. Zane? She laughed again. So the not hen was a Zane! His hand then moved to her face again. Giggling, the girl moved her own face forward so that his finger would touch the tip of her nose. Closing her eyes, she laughed and pulled back almost instantly.
”KAYLIN”
The laughter ceased and she basically hollered her name. Within half a second, the girl was standing. Merely extending her legs, feet on either side his body still. Left hand extended fully to her side and fingers spread, she spoke again. ”Kaylin McOlster. Energetic Meister.” During her few short words, she brought her left hand back to her body while keeping her elbow out in a straight line. Her hand now in a fist, it was her ‘pose’ with her declaration. Along with the moving of her left hand, her right hand was balled into a fist and placed on her hip and her left foot stepped onto his abdomen and she probably put a little more weight on to him than she should have. But… this wasn’t about him now was it!
Laughing, the girl instantly dropped her weight down again. Unless he had taken the opportunity of her standing, the poor boy would end up with the girl on top of him again, straddling his middle.
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Post by Zane Arterius on Feb 23, 2014 22:26:05 GMT -5
Before he transformed his partial form back, her hand touched it. He heard ”You’re an ice weapon!” In his mind he was a bit taken by it, she does have a grasp of thinks, she isn't completely crazy. Never actually touching his own blade, he never knew that it was cold. He thought to himself
"Does being cold make me a ice weapon?"
With his arm returned to normal he proceed to say his name, and as Zane patiently waited for a response from her, he held his breathe, wondering what sort of weird response she could formulate or if she would acknowledge his existence in her own little word she seemed to be in. He felt her nose brush up against the finger he had pointed at her face, with a laugh she pulled back and heard "Kaylin"
In that instant, it felt like the world was about to end, did she really just understand him? More importantly did he actually get a answer back. He couldn't believe it worked, something so simple that he jokingly did with no actual hope of getting a response. He finally got a name from this strange, talented young girl. In the next moment she was standing right above him, still shocked he couldn't help but just lay there and stare up a her, back in his feeling of amazement he was truly fascinated, she was truly was like no one he ever met.
As she stood above him ”Kaylin McOlster. Energetic Meister.” She began to stand a certain way, was this a pose like in the movies when people introduced themselves. Meister? he though. He knew this girl had something to do with the academy based on her skill, but as a meister, he couldn't really believe it. As he try to comprehend her being a meister he felt a sharp pain on his his abdomen, her left foot pressed against it. The rush of pain made him blurt out a low "OWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW"
As he caught his breath, he felt another pain on his chest, she sat on him. This time with a louder voice "OWWWW". He looked at her sitting on top of him, He put his hand's to her waist, trying to lift her up with what little strength he had left, he was unable too. At this point anything heavier then 20 pounds he wouldn't have been able to lift. Trying one more time to lift her off him, he was unable to yet again.
Letting out a sigh of defeat, he looked at her and said "I'm Zane Arterius, a new weapon at the academy". As he continued to lay there with her on top not giving a care in the world, with his arms he tries to do a macho action pose, he put out his arms and flexed them. Realizing what he did, he felt sort of silly doing that, it seemed a part of her personality began to rub off on him. Normally if anyone else would have done all this to him he would have flattened them into the ground. Why was this different, was it because she was a girl? Was it because he was amazed by her fast reflexes?
Trying to snap out of it and put himself back in his normal mind state, he stared at her, trying to get anger, but some odd reason he wasn't able to, he continued to stare at her for the next few minutes.
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Kaylin McOlster
Meister
Schiavona Technician
It's all fun and games until someone loses an eye.... then it's fun you can't see!
Posts: 52
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Post by Kaylin McOlster on Feb 23, 2014 23:20:23 GMT -5
The pain was something that Kaylin did not pick up on. Really, how could she pay attention to her amazing fun and the fact that he had to be having fun too while trying to make sure he was the most comfortable? That was simply absurd! Of course, her thoughts did not go that deep. She just experienced.
Sitting back on top of him, she obviously heard his exclamation of… joy. A grin on her face, the girl chuckled, rocking back a bit as she kept her eyes on him. ”Zane Zane Zane” She repeated over in a singsong voice, albeit an awful singing voice… but the same sort of idea could be interpretted.
Then. A rush ran through her. GIggling just a bit at first, the girl seemed to twitch. It happened again, this time the girl reacted with outright laughing and both of her hands smacking to her side. His one hand may have gotten away unscathed, but when her right hand (with whip still in hand) crossed her body and smacked her left side, part of Zane’s hand was sure to get smacked. He tickled her! Was this a war?! Nah. GAMES.
A devilish grin on the girl’s face, she heard him repeat his name. ”Zane. Grab.” Her words were spoken directly over his, her right hand was somewhat to the side of his face, this way putting the whip right in his main focus. And with that small warning, the girl extended her legs once again, but this time forcing herself backwards quickly. If he was quick enough to grab the whip, he would be lucky enough to get up with her.
Humming along to some odd tune, her attention was off him in no time. Both her hands slipping behind her back, grasping one another and releasing the whip, her gaze shifted to the treetops once again. Half skipping as she walked around to the right side of the boy, she still didn’t look to him. It may have appeared that she was thinking, which was not totally true. Kaylin’s thinking face looked… welll…. much more painful. She was merely experiencing. The whistling wind called her to run. The bird called her to climb and fly. The sticking called her to build a cabin. The Zane called her to take care of him. He was hers afterall, her not hen. Father always told her to be kind to her animals. She needed to take care of them. Neglect quickly breaks a beast.
Eyes instantly shifting to Zane, her hands easily swung back to her sides. Lifting her chin a bit up in the air, the look she gave him almost looked playfully challenging. ”Let’s play.” and with that any sort of competitiveness that one would have assigned to her was gone. The usual joy crossed her face. Her steps were quick as she closed the distance between them. If he wasn’t up from the original ‘grab’ command, she would tear him to his feet now. Laughing, her hand grabbed the forearm of the arm that had originally shifted to a blade.
”Ice.”
One simple word. It was hard to tell what she meant. Heck, who knew if she actually meant anything. That lopsided grin on her face, her moving away and back. Touching him, making him touch her. Many backs and forths with the female.
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Post by Zane Arterius on Feb 24, 2014 23:50:13 GMT -5
While laying on the ground, she began to rock back on top of him. He heard her call his name three times in a weird tone, was she trying to sing it? No, it was to off pitch to be singing, since she kept referring to him as "no hen", anything coming out of her mouth he didn't focus on it to much. She began to giggle and with a twitch she gave off began to laugh, with he arms flapping which in his eyes seemed to go everywhere, his hand was hit by the whip she still possessed. Though for some odd reason, his hand didn't flinch from letting go of her waist, the quick pain just made him hold on a little bit tighter.
When he went to say his full name, his voice was drowned out by her own, " Zane grab" she said. He didn't understand what she meant by that, was he supposed to grab onto something else? Was she trying to tell him to let go off her from HIS grab? She moved her whip into his focus, immediately grabbing his attention. "Her whip, did she want me to focus on it?" He wondered to himself. As she stood up again, he took this opportunity to finally get back on his feet. As she rose he let go of her waist and reached for her whip.
Grabbing it just in time he managed to get back to his feet, unaware that this was her intention when she told him to grab. Once they were up, he could tell that she was losing focus of whats happening between them, and just like that she was off in her own little world. He closed his eyes and shook his head, "Definitely interesting this one, still hard to believe she's a meister.". Realizing what he just said that she's a meister, he started to form a thought, but before he could finish it, he noticed her attention was back on him.
"Let's play" came pouring out of her mouth, he shook his head and hands as if he was trying to show her through movement he didn't want to play. As interesting as this meeting was, he was still sore, he just wanted to go home and relax, he'd almost forget that he started class the next day. As he was shaking his hand, he was getting ready to tell her no, but before he can say anything or even open his mouth she darted in front of him.
She grabbed his left arm and said "Ice", in her excitement she grabbed a little to hard, his arm still weak from early would have turned back into the blade, but using enough self control he kept his arm from changing. He started to suspect when she said ICE that she wanted to see the blade again, or at least that he was hoping that's what she meant. He wanted to believe that he started to understand her, but with her who knows.
She kept touching him, a little more then he would have liked. Feeling uncomfortable he reached to push her off, but before he could he finished his thought from earlier
"She's a meister from Shibusen, what if this is a test, what if this is all an act and they sent her down here to test me? Maybe they sent her as my future partner, and all this touching is her trying to read my soul. Or some other weird thing meisters do to weapons to test them or something."
He stopped himself from pushing her off, convinced this was some sort of meister weapon bonding test he let her arm remain on his forearm. Seeing as she held one of his arms, he grabbed her other hand with his free one. Thinking so magic bonding thing needs to take place, he stood straight in front of her, took a deep breathe and closed his eyes, he patiently waited to see what would happen next.
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Kaylin McOlster
Meister
Schiavona Technician
It's all fun and games until someone loses an eye.... then it's fun you can't see!
Posts: 52
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Post by Kaylin McOlster on Feb 25, 2014 21:25:02 GMT -5
Was quite a challenge to keep up with the young McOlster. Her attention certainly shifted with each changing wind, keeping even the most observant person on their toes. Zane had indeed… somewhat… kept up with her. Though no one may know the thoughts that lie beneath his fiery hair, he grabbed the whip and succeeded in getting pulled to his feet by the meister. Him playing her game. It only encouraged her energy further.
Words. She heard them. Kind of… She knew her not hen was speaking. That was part of the… ‘decision’ to attend to his ‘needs.’ Afterall, if he would not have reminded her of his presence, she probably would have forgotten that he existed. The calling to fly with the wind and sing with the birds was an awfully fun call!
That’s when she decided they would play. Who doesn’t like to play, right? Obviously this not hen would. It existed from such wonderful fun! This… was of course in her mind that he still came about because of that rhyme. While she may not remember the specifics of how he came to be, for now it was solidified that he came from a source of fun and was hers. What REALLY caught her attention when she said they would play was his reaction. His arms moved quickly and his head moved back and forth. What was this? What was it trying to communicate? With dear, little Kaylin the answer was simple and obvious.
HE WANTED TO FLY.
Well. She wanted to fly too. But she wanted the ice… the ice was quite amazing! Who else could ask for ice from their not hen? Twas such fun! Acting on the urge for ice, that’s when the grabbing occurred. Then, his reaction!
Nothing.
Still Nothing.
Nothing more.
An eternity of nothing.
While… this eternity was going on, reality spoke that this was mere seconds. Kaylin could take it no more. Then it changed. He grabbed her other hand. Blinking quickly, her eyes darted back and forth between his hand and his face. Then… he closed his eyes!. Cocking her head to the side, Kaylin had a harder time figuring out this game. Closed eyes… closed eyes… hands and closed eyes.
Then it hit her. Her not hen was afraid! Dad always said critters were afraid of new people at first. Laughing quietly, Kaylin squeezed her grip slightly tighter on the hand that he had grabbed, while she released his forearm with the other. Free hand ruffling his hair, the girl was standing on her tiptoes at this point and making a somewhat sad case of ruffling his hair.
”You’re fine, Zane.”
It was amazing. How she basically spoke a sentence. Then she released his hands and hair altogether. Crouching for a moment, she retrieved her whip. The playful grin returning to her face, when she straightened her legs again, she used them to hop back a bit away from him. Holding the handle of her whip, she forced the opposite end straight up into the air. Just as it was changing direction from up to down, she started spinning the part she held in a circle. As the whip fell through the air, her free hand and whip holding hand worked together to catch the circling rope in a fairly decent rolled up pile. Moving the whip to her side, she clipped it to her hip and secured it.
Now what was she doing?
Eyes widening, Kaylin was peering past Zane. It was like he was no longer in her line of vision. Then… she was off again. So much for the coherent girl. Luckily for the tired weapon, it seemed he wasn’t standing directly in her way. Taking off into her full sprint, she was headed towards something else. A bag. She saw it. This little bag all alone in the forest. ’I SEEEE YOU!” The girl called, laughter ringing out into the trees.
Multiple things could happen. Zane could try to interfere. Lord Death bless his soul if he tried. If the boy let her nonsense continue, the girl would slide into the mass of sticks she had left near the bag, as well as leaves and dirt. Imagine… a baseball player sliding for home. But this baseball player was going to snag first base.. er… well.. the bag.
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Post by Zane Arterius on Feb 26, 2014 2:57:29 GMT -5
It was quiet and calm, Zane and Kaylin were touching. Still believing this was some sort of Meister bonding ritual, his mind raced with different thoughts of curiosity on what would happen next. He didn't feel or hear anything out of the ordinary, just the light breeze of air and the warmth or her hands. Zane struggled to keep his eyes close, he so desperately wanted to see what she was doing, but he didn't want to do anything to jeopardize this "experience" he was sharing with his potential new partner.
He felt her hand releasing his forearm, at the same time in the other hand he felt her grip begin to slightly tighten. For only a moment he was unaware that he began to blush, this was the first time he actually held a woman's hand like that, so his face reacted to it. His first time blushing, something he will never know happened. That moment was that could have lasted a while was interrupted, he felt a hand messing with his hair.
His blushing quickly turned to his face once again turning into a fiery red to match his hair color. If it wasn't clear by now it should be, he hates people messing with his hair. Even if she was going to be his future partner he wasn't going to stand for this any longer, his mind started to race with different thoughts.
"I'm going to pound this girl, I DON'T CARE IF SHE IS MY FUTURE MEISTER, but wait what if shes reading my mind....her hand in my hair is actually her reading my thoughts....CRAP, think of something different ummmmmmmm...cats, dogs, planes, be my meister!....no don't sound needed, your ZANE you can take anyone in a fight people should be begging to be your partner, not the other way around....come on get it together think of something impressive!!!!!"
His mind began to scramble with different thoughts, trying to keep it together while trying to seem cool as he continued to believe that she was somehow reading his thoughts. His face began to turn back normal, but if he kept this us his brain would have almost exploded with random thoughts, luckly something snapped him out of it.
"You're fine Zane"
"I'm fine?...WAIT" he thought
His eye's opened wide, did fine mean what he thought it meant, did that mean they were partners now? It must have been because she made and actually response to him, that HAS to mean their together now. As he noticed hes was on her toes, she let go of him , she grabbed her whip and rolled it back up and placed it by her side. He saw her eye's begin to wander past him, she began to sprint past him as she did he heard her say
"I SEEEE YOU!”
He quickly turned around to see what she was talking about, the only thing he noticed was his bag next to the tree, "My bag? is that what she meant?" he thought to himself. As he looked that way he noticed the sticks she dropped from earlier were still on the ground, from what he saw of this girl and her one track mind, she would run straight over them without thinking. Thinking she would trip over them, he had to do something. He knew that weapons protect their meisters from dangers, and seeing as she said he was fine, he assumed this was his first official "protecting" her from danger.
With this new found mindset his energy seem to have returned out of no where, being fast enough he caught up to her and grabbed her hand, and with enough force to stop her but not hurt her he yanked her backwards, but the speed and force he used propelled him forward and within a few seconds
SPLAT
He tripped over the sticks and instead of a straight out face plant on the floor, his body ended up sliding a few feet. Just like that all his new found energy was gone and a rush all the pain he acquired all day came pouring back into his body. He pushed his arms up as if he was doing a push up to lift himself up, as he rose he decided to just lay back in the dirt. He was to ashamed to get up after something like this. He did what he was supposed to, he protected her.
He figured that she would still be focusing on his bag, so he was just going to lay there in shame for a little bit until he could muster up the strength to show his face to her. Was his journey on the road to becoming a Death Scythe going to be like this every step of the way? Zane was always the type of person to take things head on, but he knew with kaylin, he needs patience, something he was willing to fully commit too.
"It's going to be a long year......Kaylin, please don't step on me" he mumbled, it was hard to understand for anyone with his face still buried in the ground.
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