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Post by Levi Kastein on Dec 29, 2012 0:10:31 GMT -5
A resounding smash could be heard as Levi punched an unlucky punching bag and sent the poor object into the wall. Immediately he held up his fist and looked at it, not a single spark of wavelength. Excellent! He wasn’t going to thank that Japanese girl but he would note that she did indeed help him figure out one minor near imperfection in his soul purges. Now that he knew and had practiced he could control his wavelength better to the point that he didn’t release sparks of wavelength unintentionally, most of the time. Plus he had figured out how to concentrate his wavelength enough to wreck anyone with a focused soul purge.
Done with his soul purge training for the moment he went to sit on a bench to rest. It wasn’t so much that he was tired but that he wanted his wavelength to replenish more. Concentrating on keeping his wavelength in check actually took a lot more effort than he would have thought. Not that it mattered much though; he was still eons ahead of these commoners. Looking down next to the bench he reached and picked up his sword, Zegen. It was the perfect sword for him and matched him quite well; sadly it would only do so much against a kishin.
Running a hand along the flat of the blade he returned the blade to its seat next to the bench and stood. Stretching he looked around the dojo to see what to do next. There was a lack of people present for it being the afternoon on a Saturday but he figured most would rather train outside on such a day. Himself included, had he not been notified by a teacher to remain in one place for this portion of the day. Another little set up for him in the same location, both being bothersome to his plans.
Well it was neither here nor there by now. He needed to train and would do so regardless. All this meant was that he would try to make the most out of the training equipment that the school offered, which wasn’t exactly lacking. His main complaint was that he was being told what to do to an extent, plus the school didn’t like him cutting apart their equipment with his sword. Lugging his armor here was too much of a hassle in his opinion so he was stuck armor less and without the use of his prized sword, so be it.
Walking away from the bench he headed for another set of training dummies. Stronger and not meant for punching these were for practicing techniques on. Levi didn’t need to practice as he was already perfect but he did need to waste time. Looking for a wooden sword that resembled Zegen or at least a two handed sword he gave up and simply grabbed the largest he could find. Still much lighter than what he was used to he took the blade in his right hand and swung it against the dummy. Restraining himself so it didn’t topple over Levi continued to swing with one of his hands at the target while waiting. At the very least he would get some warm-ups in before training with real equipment that he had at home or at least the pathetic place he was currently living in.
The hardships a king must suffer through.
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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 Dec 29, 2012 2:10:26 GMT -5
The light, quick padding of footsteps echoed in her ears. Her own steps. Always at the completion of her run she would end in a sprint. Ten steps farther than the previous time, as light and as quick as she could. Trying to control her movements even when she was growing tired. The last step to her goal hit and her pace suddenly slowed, her feet kicking more off the ground to redirect some of the momentum. Settling into a fast paced walk, the girl lifted her hands and sat them on top of her head. Fingers laced, she let her arms relax with gravity, but kept her hands atop her head. Evening her breathing, however deep it may be, the girl worked on cooling down her body.
It was much the same routine, just the order was tossed every now and then. The stairs to the academy were climbed and descended at least twice, around the school, using the track, and the dojo. Running was something Irene enjoyed, but wasn’t wonderfully good at. The girl was slow, regardless of how much she worked at trying to quicken herself. She always was held back by something. Now, today, she decided to take a longer run than normal, break for a meeting, and continue on with her training. Saturdays were the best… because there was no class to interrupt her.
Shifting her hands and unlacing her fingers, her right hand rested against her body, just above her hip. Her left hand grabbed at the bottom hem of the red tank top she wore. Pulling the bottom of it towards her face, she wiped the sweat from her skin and then released the fabric. It left her hand and returned mostly to its normal position, yet not quite reaching the top of her black shorts. Her direction hadn’t much changed since she began slowing down. She was heading towards the dojo. Running her left hand through her mostly ragged locks, the girl took a deep breath to settle her nerves.
Today a teacher had suggested a meeting. Not something simple… where she tutored a struggling student, or had someone tutor her on a weakness… This was more personal to her. The teacher, however pure and helpful their idea may be, wanted her to do something she didn’t feel ready for. The school wanted her partnered again. Which… made sense. That’s what they did, what they were there for, helped them grow, and helped them succeed. What she couldn’t understand was the one that had been suggested. A man named Levi. From Irene’s glimpses of him in class, around school, and around town… the guy was a prick. A prince of some sort, she heard him refer to himself as such many a time. How could someone ask her to downgrade partners? From her first and only partner who was absolutely wonderful, to… him?
Shaking her head, Irene had found her way into the dojo and to a bench where she left her small sports back. The bag lay at her black and white sneakered feet. First the girl pulled off her tank top, revealing the black sports bra beneath. Then she pulled the zip up, white trimmed, sports jacket that was atop her bag. Pulling it on, she zipped it up to mid-chest. Sliding her right hand into her pocket, she let her left arm relax at her side. Body weight shifted to her right hip, she looked around the dojo. Green hair. She remembered that as well. Something unique to the Prick. Her ears and eyes connected with him at the same time. He had just sent a punching bag into the wall. Power. Something she knew and could deal with… Could that be the only reason he was suggested?
The man soon walked away from what he was doing, seeming most pleased with himself. He held himself tall… Though that was normal. She never remembered him doing anything but. For now… she wanted to gain some insight on him. Picking up her waterbottle from the ground, she took a swig while still keeping her eyes on him. He sat, but there were no real outward signs that he was fatigued. It wasn’t long before he picked up a weapon, a sword. Now… that wasn’t a great match. He was a sword fighter and she was a polearm. The one thing she could really appreciate about that was that…. He would do well with close range. Something else she understood.
Now looking around, Irene took it as a faint hint that she might want to start heading towards him. It was definitely him, and she couldn’t keep putting it off forever… Heading in his direction, his attention didn’t stay on his surroundings for long. He was up and heading to start something else. Irene was slow to follow. More from concentrating on what he was doing, thinking on how she was going to phrase the question and get out of there. Or… maybe not get out of there.
By the time he had chosen a weapon, Irene was within a good distance of him. He wanted something large it seemed. And the boy was nowhere near slow… A reminding discouragement to Irene, but nothing she hadn’t dealt with before. They were meant to build on the other’s strengths right?
”Levi.”
His name, nothing more and nothing less. It was said strongly, loud enough she knew he could hear, and just enough to catch his attention. She was behind him, about a good ten feet from him. Her hands were both upon her hips, her weight only partially favored by her right leg. Her expression was mostly blank, but watching him intently. She waited a few moments, her mind still spinning on how she wished to proceed. Make it seem like this was all a teacher’s idea? Should she seem somewhat interested? Or just simply state the question?
”I’m Irene. I’ve seen you in class. A prick ONE star meister who holds himself high. Today I gained that you’re strong and decently fast. A bladesman. Even now you hold yourself with total confidence. It was suggested to me that I ask you to partner. So I’m asking.”
Her words were average paced coming from her mouth. Each word with precision, confidence, and audibility. Her eyes never left him, completely focused on the male. She was serious in every word and action, her body never really moving other than her breathing. She didn’t say whether she wanted to partner or not, and in truth… she wasn’t sure what she wanted. Irene knew what she had quickly learned, but that wasn’t much and it was simple quick observation. It was possible she was wrong... but she didn’t doubt herself much.
The ball was in his court.
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Post by Levi Kastein on Dec 29, 2012 21:52:39 GMT -5
Switching to his left hand Levi had continued to practice of the wooden dummy. His strikes were a bit weaker but that was to be expected when using one’s less dominant hand. Even so he had trained with his left hand before so it was still at least on par with a weaker but left handed individual. Aiming for the cusp of the neck and the torso for his attacks he managed to keep the target standing while he struck it. Knocking it over was a distinct possibility but he didn’t feel like wasting his time by halting his attacks to go and pick up the dummy every few seconds. Upon hearing his name however he stopped his practice to see what urchin had called for him.
By voice alone he could tell they were a female so he wasn’t too bothered that they had interrupted his training. He could also tell that they were one of the usual lot that didn’t refer to him with a proper title. Really now was calling him Prince Levi or King Levi that difficult? It was still a sore point for him but there was no use focusing on it, most people tended to ignore the title in this school. He would get them to mention him properly eventually.
Turning around he looked at the peasant who had called for him and was proven to be right, no surprise there. It was indeed a girl who had called for him and she was most likely the one the teacher had suggested he meet with. Facing the girl he rested the wooden sword on the ground and leaned on it with a slight tilt to the right. From the time he spent attacking the dummy his shades had slid down his nose so his eyes were visible above the frames.
Looking at the girl his eyes fell down to her feet and worked their way up. Sneakers and shorts leading up to a sports jacket. Not really his style but her attire did seem more appropriate for their environment. Not that he cared what was considered appropriate. Considering he had been training in a pair of black and green boots, black jeans, and an open leather jacket this fact was rather obvious. She didn’t look too pathetic as far as the rest of her body went and she passed the most important test. Her hair was whatever but her eyes were blue and not green, so at least just looking at her didn’t piss him off.
Done sizing her up he looked over her glasses at her to see what she wanted. Letting her finish her little statement Levi waited. Once she was done Levi couldn’t help but chuckle a few times before breaking into one of his signature grins, revealing his pointed teeth in the process.
”Oh is that so? And what makes you think I want to partner with you? I’m not so pathetic as to just take in any cur of a weapon that throws themselves at my feet.”
Sighing he took his weight off the sword and threw it back with the other wooden playthings they called swords. Pushing his shades back up to their proper place over his eyes he returned his attention to the girl who thought that she could be his weapon. Rolling his eyes behind the shades he took a step closer to her and away from the pathetic practice dummy. She better have some good reason for making him come out here to this children’s practice place. Well if a teacher had suggested this to her there had to be at least some logical reasoning to it.
”For starters what kind of weapon even are you? I don’t waste my time with worthless commoner weapon nor do I touch any of that cowardly distance shit. IF you’re not any of those then just maybe you might be worth my time.”
To be honest Levi wasn’t opposed to the idea of partnering with someone considering his last weapon had essentially vanished. Not many could handle being in the presence of one as great as he. What he was curious about was if this girl was even capable of handling him as a meister. Considering she did have a teacher’s referral he assumed she had some potential but he wanted for her to prove it. One of greatness did not just accept anyone. Only a weapon fitting of a king would do.
Moving a bit closer Levi stopped when they were about five feet apart. Resting his hands in the pockets of his jacket he stood and looked at her. From his stance his jacket remained opened to clearly show the two scars that ran diagonally across his chest. Showing his scars was less to bring forth a reaction and just a habit he had developed over the years. The sight of the scars had gotten him many a reaction from pity to fear or indifference. Considering she was a Shibusen student he expected the later but it didn’t hurt to make sure. If she showed any of the former than it would make things easy for him. Anyone who was scared of him because of his scars or pitied him for them didn’t have what it took to be his weapon. Tilting the upper part of his body forward so his head in particular was protruding slightly closer to her he added another comment.
”That is if you can even handle me wielding you meisje.”
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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 Dec 29, 2012 23:47:31 GMT -5
Even.
One arm and then the other, at least the man had enough to sense to not simply focus on one part of him. Seeing as he was both fast and strong… She had a feeling he had much to be confident about. No wonder he held himself so high. There was a good bit to support that. Levi turned to look at her. In a way, that was a relief to her. She didn’t really feel like being totally ignored today, the fact that he could put some attention on her showed a little bit of respect. She caught his gaze, if only for a moment. Red glasses had made their way down his face from their normal position.
Losing his eyes, she didn’t move where her gaze sat. He was looking her over and she would let him. Not tensing under his gaze, not much caring, she studied his look and reaction as her continued to look her over. She spoke her little observation of him, and he listened. Levi had let her finish. What was coming she was not ready for. He laughed. More of a chuckle, but still it was confusing to her. A grin with jagged teeth followed. Irene didn’t shift her expression, remained looking straight at his face, but right before he spoke she could help but think… What the hell had she gotten herself into?
His first questions/statements were a mix of expectations and surprises. Wondering why he’d want to partner with her was expected, almost anyone with obvious confidence would ask. But… throwing herself at his feet? Was this man delusional? Did he pick up on any verbal or nonverbal cues? Did she really look thrilled to be here? Fighting back having curiosity seep into her expression, she didn’t speak right away. A few seconds pause to double check and make sure that’s what she really heard.
”I don’t think you want to partner with me.”
A slight pause after the matter of fact statement.
”If you had, you would have asked me. But at the same time, you don’t not want to either. You’re interested, because you’re still here.”
This was a quick explanation, for she could tell from the look of him that he had more to say. Irene also had a feeling there would be a few more comments such as the ‘throwing at his feet.’ The most she could do was listen. He seemed less than interested by body language, but he was still present. And… from his words, if he didn’t care he wouldn’t be talking to her. He continued with his questions. What was she? Normal question. Anyone with half a brain would care. The commoner part… did the royalty thing really go that much to his head? Commoner? Really? But she had him pegged as a close range fighter. Probably the bladesman within him. It was funny… he was referring to her as maybe being worth his time, where with every second she felt she was wasting hers with this prick.
”I’m a corseque. A polearm weapon, ends in a short blade and has two curved blades coming from the sides of that dagger-like blade. Most would call it a short to mid ranged weapon. Though I prefer close range.”
For now, she was going to answer the logical questions. Then she would address his… spoiledness. He drew closer to her. He was still interested and considering. The boy didn’t know much about her, and from his comments and uppity-ness, she debated whether or not he wanted some actual presentation of her abilities. The thing that held her back… was he really worth that much effort? The reasoning behind him coming closer to her entered her mind, or rather she debated why he had gotten closer. Her first thought, he was giving her the opportunity to look him over. Hadn’t she already done what she needed in observation?
Regardless, Irene’s eyes left the man’s face. She didn’t start at the feet like he did with her. Already having studied his face, she moved down. An open jacket, revealing the scars of the royal. She had heard about the briefly when he had first entered. The prince and the scars. Everyone was scarred here, only the lucky ones weren’t. Either mentally or physically, everyone had their burden to hold. She hoped he wasn’t looking for someone to baby him, because he was going to have to suck that up on his own. That didn’t stop her from being interested in them though. They were large. Something she’d like to know the history behind.
The male was a tad bit shorter than her, but looked strong. It didn’t surprise her, seeing him training on a Saturday. Plus, with his attitude, she assumed he expected it of himself as much as he expected everyone to adore him. Solid. He looked solid. Done with her quick look over, she returned her gaze to his. Well… his glasses anyway.
She ignored his last statement, instantly talking after his mouth had ceased making noise.
” I’m not totally thrilled with partnering again, especially with you. I was asked to confront you, so I have. I don’t really want to partner with you. You seem spoiled and conceited out of your head. However, you’re still not as good as you could be. You’re still only half a team, regardless of how perfect you think you are or may be. We could try this, work on bettering ourselves and perfecting the teaming part. That’s something you can’t do by yourself and you need someone for. Obviously right now you don’t have someone. If you find or know someone better, ask them and partner with them. If we start partnering and decide it was a bad idea, we knock the idiocy off. If you find a better partner, you can leave me and work with them. If you’re going to think of me as a commoner anyway, you could think of me as another piece of equipment to get you stronger.”
A lot of that was true for her as well. She disliked him… greatly. But he could be a tool to help her get better. She liked his strength, she might be able to learn more about his speed. And resonating with a meister again would help her grow. It was true… Apart, a meister and a weapon were only half a team. Together they were better. As much as she didn’t like him, she liked what he could offer her. Either way.. She wouldn’t be crushed if he said no, she wouldn’t be ecstatic if he said yes. One more comment still had to be added.
”That is if you can even handle wielding me, child.”
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Post by Levi Kastein on Dec 30, 2012 5:13:16 GMT -5
Well she was certainly an interesting one. Plenty of people tended to have some reaction when he gazed them over, be it because he was royalty or just because he was judging them. Either way she remained passive during his little look over; at the very least she was interesting. Of course it would take more than being interesting for her to be a viable weapon for him. In fact the interest had very little to do with it. His last weapon was an utter bore but he worked well enough for the short time they attempted to work together.
Her response to his question was surprisingly rather accurate. Personally he didn’t have much of an opinion either way about partnering with her. Hell he didn’t even know who this girl was! All that he cared about was that whoever he decided to make his weapon was fitting of a royal like himself and would allow him to fight properly. Interested was a bit of a stretch; perhaps curious was a more fitting word. He was curious about this girl who had been suggested to partner with him. Was she even a potential candidate or did some teachers just get desperate and stupid?
She did get around to actually saying what her weapon form was and Levi’s attention did shift a little. A corseque huh? Well not exactly his most preferred weapon but not something he was unfamiliar with. Polearms were just another type of weapon he had trained with along with the other knights but it never really caught on. Sure he used them when he had to but the shorter weapons always happened to serve him better. That aside it was a start, she was at the very least a weapon he could use. Of course the explanation was unnecessary but the lower class did have a tendency to try and bring people down to their level.
He resisted the urge to respond immediately as he was vaguely interested now. A corseque was something he could work with. He would have preferred something more his style like a sword or mace but it was still better than say a commoner’s bat. However his main concern was less the weapon and more the individual herself. He could certainly use her weapon form but any potential pairing would require her being able to handle his greatness as well as his wavelength.
Not expressing much of a comment to his remark of her being able to handle being wielded by him she began her own train of thoughts. Pretty to the point this one; he must have a thing for attracting the less cooperative weapons. Being the generous guy that he was he allowed her to finish her little drabble before commenting. Listening at least in part to what she was saying did give him a decent insight into who this commoner was. Learning a little about his subjects in Death City was something he was going to try and do eventually anyway.
Partnering again was she? That meant at one point she had another meister. Well at least she wasn’t some little fledgling straight out of the NOT class trying to find someone who could make her awesome. The rest of what she said he only half listed too. Certainly what she said couldn’t be that important if she was delusional enough to not think that he was perfect. However se did have a bit of a point with some of the things she said, he couldn’t be completely perfect as far as Shibusen went without having a weapon to wield. Her last comment especially just seemed like a taunt for him to prove her wrong.
”Well you do have a few good points there; I will at least give you that.”
Shrugging his shoulder he raised his arms so his open palms faced up and closed his eyes. His glasses falling just enough so his eyes could be seen behind them. Eyes closed he gave a smirk at the girl as he took on a nonchalant pose about the whole situation. Levi might not have the best temper but it didn’t get out of control that often unless certain subjects were brought up.
”Now I know what a fucking corseque is. I’m sure I’ve used one at some point and I have had my fair share of training with polearms in general. Congratulations, you pass the first test!”
Opening his eyes he moved his arms and brought his hands together in some mock clapping. Done he dropped his arms to his side and rested them in his pant pockets. Exhaling in a slight huff he seemed to contemplate what he did next. What was the other thing she did? Oh yeah that little tirade about things that only partially caught his interest.
”Look kindje, I’m not going to waste my time trying to explain the difference between us on a caste level. Let’s just leave it at the fact that you and I will never understand certain things the same way. If you can get past that then just maybe there is a chance we can make something work.”
Done attempting to explain himself to peasants through words this was the best he could come up with. Levi had never been the most eloquent speaker anyway; he got his point across much better with actions. Hopefully that would work here as well and he could show this girl his point.
”Now then I will admit I can only do so much by Shibusen’s standards without a weapon. Again you were right in some regards; you wouldn’t be my first choice. That being said I don’t know anyone better or else I wouldn’t be without a weapon now would I? A corseque such as yourself is at the very least a weapon worthy of a knight so you have my consideration.”
Extending his right hand he faced it with an open palm up slightly above waist height. Not expecting it to be needed he did remove his left hand from his pocket just in case he needed the extra support. Done he looked at Irene from above the rim of his glasses.
”If you want to be strong I am your best option. I accept nothing less than greatness and that goes for any weapon I wield, demon or otherwise. My soul however isn’t exactly the easiest to match with but if you can do that I can tolerate a weapon that isn’t my ideal choice. Besides, a little adversity can only make my greatness shine more. I believe that is what the lower class calls a compromise?”
Speaking with conviction he extended his offer to the girl. It was up to her if she accepted but he was willing to make the attempt. He could make even a pole weapon work in his hands considering his natural brilliance. If she could actually handle his wavelength was another matter in and of itself but there was only one way to find that out. Smirking as he extended his offer he waited for her answer.
”So what will it be kindje?”
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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 Dec 30, 2012 16:36:43 GMT -5
It seemed the more she spoke, the less of his attention she kept. It must be true that he thought of himself as perfect royalty and her not worthy. How could any person have that mentality? But… she was beginning to see how one could think of someone as less than a person. He was certainly gaining that label in her mind. Even if he was perfect in every other way, his attitude had much to be desired. The way his eyes sort of glazed over when she explained was a corseque was, when she expressed her own opinion on them partnering. He really did not care. Spoiled rotten child.
The first thing she spoke she took as a compliment from the man. Not that she showed any sign of pleasure, but the fact that he said something somewhat positive considering his demeaning attitude, meant he was still somewhat interested in the idea of partnering. The sarcasm about knowing what a corseque was and his noncaring body language… Was it an act or actually how he was? A question she would find herself asking a lot, but always leaning towards him being a conceited man.
He mentioned that she had passed the first test. Did that mean he would be okay working with her form? As of now, that was her only conclusion. Nothing really changed in her expression, she just continued watching him. Irene wasn’t sure if that was a good or bad thing… The more she knew of him, the less she was sure she wanted to be around him. He was a test of her patience and tolerance of people in general. At least he didn’t insult her weapon form.
His next quick explanation was somewhat amusing. He wasn’t going to waste his time explaining? Really? After he was irritated she explained her weapon form, he thought about wasting her time explaining what she already knew? That they thought at very different levels? This man was certainly something. Irene knew that she would not get his though process, that’s the only reason she could tolerate him so far. But could he handle it as well? She didn’t miss the comments that went over other people’s heads in class. Irene noticed the way he watched her, paying attention or when he wasn’t.
”As long as you can get past it too.”
Shifting her weight to the opposite leg, her hands slipped into the pockets of her jacket, relaxing as she continued to listen to him. This was looking somewhat positively upon them partnering. Still she wasn’t sure if that was good. He had moved on to her point about them getting better on a partnering level. In a way, she never really considered that he didn’t care about Shibusen’s definition of good. Maybe he didn’t care about the partner aspect. She didn’t know why he was here… maybe that meant nothing to him. However, that didn’t totally seem to be the case.
Her gaze moved from his face to the hand he was moving towards her. Irene knew where this was going. It wasn’t a handshake. This wasn’t some sign that he wanted a bond or physical contact. She waited regardless. He would have more to say, and she wanted to think. She didn’t catch the look from above his glasses. Her eyes were focused on his hands. Her mind mostly dwelling in her own thoughts.
If you want to be strong I am your best option.[/i]
As much as she would love to shove the prick’s face into a wall, she found little to debate over that fact. In what she wanted to get better at, if she wanted to grow… He was certainly a good candidate. This prince would either break her down or build her up. If she couldn’t handle him, maybe she didn’t belong here. But… would she really want to find that out? Would she want this prince to be the reason she left Shibusen?
His last question came. What would it be. Irene still hadn’t moved, not a muscle, barely a breath. She was lost in thought over what she wanted… the uncertainty that was before her.
Her decision was made. She looked him back in the eye, a faint determined smirk crossed her lips, and her right hand moved over his but didn’t touch him. All movements at the same time, the next was the bit of flashing light. Faint white with a bit of a red hue, her cells reconstructed themselves. From human to weapon, something she hadn’t experienced in a good long while. Partial, yes. Whole, no.
She’d kill him if he didn’t catch her. Even if it took her whole life, she’d kill him. Irene loved this part of her, he wouldn’t disgrace her. Her corseque form was finished in no time, the light colored metal of her shaft, the dark pointed blades and the other two that flared out from that. The white formed about where her hand had been, just above his open palm. In the familiar darkness of her weapon form, Irene felt at home. Aware of everything without having to be the one to react. All she had to do was focus and think. With that, it was like every movement slowed. The time it took for the distance between her weapon form to fall into his palm seemed to take forever. If she had been human-like, she would have tensed and braced herself. She had no idea what his soul wavelength would be like, but she could only assume it would be strong and abrasive. She needed to concentrate… She needed to calm down. They were separate people in thinking, very different. But they could work as one, even being worlds apart. [/size]
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Post by Levi Kastein on Dec 30, 2012 21:15:01 GMT -5
Levi couldn’t help but smirk at her statement. If he could get past their different ways of thinking? He could do whatever he wanted! Dealing with someone who didn’t understand how he thought was a simple task. The majority of people in the school let alone country didn’t understand how he worked. It was almost as if he was on another plane of existence compared to everyone else. Not that it would be hard to imagine that; he was much too great to be on the same level as the urchins he had met throughout his existence.
At least she seemed to be somewhat acceptant to his explanation. It would have been bothersome if she wasn’t willing to at least match at some point. They wouldn’t think the same about plenty of situations but if they could get past that then just maybe there was a chance. If she hadn’t been at least a little accepting it would have been simply ridiculous. Levi was even being lenient with his side of the negotiations. He wasn’t even requesting that she kneel to him or refer to him as king. Perhaps a bit too lenient now that he thought about it but it did have a higher chance of working.
When he extended his hand to her he watched her gaze move to his hand. This was a good sign; at least she was considering trying. Even if she couldn’t handle his soul he would give her some credit for at least trying to match with him. Of course it would be best if she could handle him as a meister, then he could start working at being the best at Shibusen. If he could ascend Shibusen’s ranks then he would be more than accomplished enough to be king, without any doubt.
Her choice was all he needed to know before he could either measure her use as a weapon or leave and get some proper training in. At last she came to a conclusion and looked up at him. If the smirk was any indication then he was going to be in the dojo for at least a little bit longer. She even had the common sense not to touch him while still in her human form. Regardless of her status as a weapon she was still a commoner as a human and he didn’t feel like touching any peasants at the moment.
The light of her transformation wasn’t nearly what he would consider bright, even less so when compared to his own soul. Not that he was surprised by this fact considering how vibrant his soul was. The white light with a tint of red reminded him slightly of the coloration of his soul but only partially. His was a much more marvelous platinum color with just a tint or either green or purple on occasion. Red was still a decent color all things considered so he would allow it. Now he just had to see what this corseque form of hers was.
After her transformation was complete Levi didn’t move. He glanced over her weapon form in mild satisfaction; this was about what he was expecting. Sure there were a few differences such as color and whatnot but it was generally the weapon that he was expecting. With that being done he watched her fall for a moment before catching the corseque and moving into a proper hold for the weapon. Both hands gripping the shaft of the weapon nearer to the back to put some distance between him and any potential enemy. It wasn’t how he would wield a normal weapon but it was how he had been taught to.
As his hands held the weapon his soul noticed and his wavelength reacted. Detecting another soul his released a burst of wavelength comparable to one of his unfocused soul purges. It was an unconscious effect of his latent ruler’s soul not wanting to handle anything unworthy. It had responded similarly when he attempted to wield another weapon but settled after the initial burst. It was more a challenge from his soul to the weapon that wished to infringe on its domain. Could the new soul handle the power of Levi’s?
Levi on the other hand was oblivious to what was transpiring in his soul. All he was aware of was the weapon in his hands. His knight instincts kicking in he was measuring the weight and length of the corseque. Not too heavy for him the weight and shape were more unfamiliar than uncomfortable. It would take some getting used to but he should be able to make decent use of the weapon in his hands. Rocking it back and forth slightly to feel how it moved Levi continued to look at it with a simple look of inquiry instead of any dominant emotion.
Loosening his grip he let the weapon hang in his hands before returning to a wieldable grip. He was satisfied with what he felt but there was only one way to see how he could handle it, and that required he do things his way. Having experienced the corseque he had a good idea about how he could best make use of it for mission purposes. Shifting back to a slight smirk he looked at the weapon.
”Able to handle my soul kindje?”
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Irene Dixon
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Demon Corseque
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Post by Irene Dixon on Dec 31, 2012 0:50:24 GMT -5
The transformation went off without a hitch. Irene didn’t expect any other outcome. Sure… she hadn’t used the form in a while… But it had always been so natural and calming. Until now, she didn’t realize how much she missed this. This glorious other side of her. Different and strong. The bit of time she was moving through the air made her somewhat tense. The fact that she thought of him as undependable made her nervous. Falling through the air. It’s not like she couldn’t transform back and catch herself. Even the fall wouldn’t hurt her… It was just the thought.
She need not worry though. His hand circled around her as she met his flesh. He moved naturally, like the skilled fighter she assumed he was. The movement of a meister… Only one other thing did she still have to deal with. His soul. It had already crossed her mind that he would be a much more conscious effort to work with. Her first partner was a breeze. They synched instantly. With Levi… She would need to concentrate and be calm. Her anger with him would be harder to hide with her soul. Her soul would push him away without her meaning to…
What she didn’t expect was the instant kickback. The first touch of wavelength from him was like a slap in the face. ’what the fuck?’ That was her first thought. She wasn’t about to verbally let him know that she wasn’t pleased or even partially hurt or surprised. Irene didn’t like showing weakness, but definitely not to this pig. Sadly, her first reaction was that her own soul basically tried to kick back or fight with his. Muttering a few words quietly, not quite meant for the man possibly going to meister her, she calmed herself.
She wasn’t fighting for control… That’s not how it would work. In actuality, giving him the dominance would serve them both well. He would make her stronger and he was the ruling type. The hard part… was allowing herself to let go of her own needs so he could have more control. Because really… who would want this man leading them?
Irene wasn’t totally paying attention to his movements anymore. As much as she enjoyed observing how a meister would move and work, especially a man as interesting as him. She needed to feel him out right now. Her first partner they had gotten to an almost perfect connection. With him… she felt this tension and at the moment she wanted to work it out. Different thoughts on how to handle him, how to deal with him, what she thought of him.
She heard his question a short bit ago, just in the back of her head. Was she able to handle his soul? Not as well as she would like to, but she was getting there. The girl wasn’t about to tell him that though. It’s not that they couldn’t get along like this… It’s just that she felt held back. She wouldn’t be able to work with him like that. She needed her paths open, their abilities free. Searching herself for a way to accept him… or at least try.
Then it clicked. She felt herself settle a bit more in the familiar darkness as soon as the thought crossed her mind. She adored his power, control, and abilities. Someone with that could lead her and teach her, she could let them have control. Remember that and she would be okay. For a moment, her eyes could almost be seen in a reflection of the two dark curved blades, like looking back to him. But in the next moment gone again.
”As long as you don’t go kicking me at first contact every time.”
Her words were confident, may have even sounded cheerful if he would have known her well enough. Yet, he didn’t. So the slight change in tone wouldn’t be noticed. With that, the girl decided she had enough of being in his hands. The faint flash of light appeared once again, her weight lifting from the meister’s hands. Her transformation finished with the young woman standing before him once again. Her hands shoved in her pockets much like before, her eyes were on his face like normal. She didn’t say anything right away, studying the young man. Since she hadn’t been concentrating on him during her messing with her thought on him, she didn’t know what he might think of her. She was trying to gather clues now. A little hard without knowing him well.
”Tell me what you think.”
She was sure he would have no problem with that. For the first time, she was a little afraid she would be denied. In the little bit of time she had been trying to sync their souls, she found that she really wanted to be back at it again. Even if he was irritating, she wanted to get better… she wanted to be her weapon self.
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Post by Levi Kastein on Dec 31, 2012 17:43:19 GMT -5
Levi didn’t expect much trouble wielding the corseque as long as she herself didn’t react poorly. He knew very little about his soul but he did know it reacted to certain things. If his previous experience was anything to go by then his soul wouldn’t want anyone else attempting to come into contact with it. What it really needed was dominance and control so unless her soul attempted to exert any control over his there shouldn’t be any real problems. Once his had claimed the rightful ruler’s position it should accept the situation and settle down to a tolerant level.
He wasn’t sure when his soul would attempt to assure dominance but he assumed immediately. After the initial burst of wavelength he felt a little bit of feedback from her soul before both souls calmed down. Good, it didn’t look like she was going to try and fight over who was in control. He could try and work with a few things but that was not one of them. A king is not controlled by the weapon they wield; the weapon is mastered by the king. That was just simple logic that everyone should know though. Done he focused more on what his soul was doing. Feeling it had relaxed he did so as well.
Noticing the eyes appear in the curved blades momentarily Levi assumed she was handling his wavelength well enough. Based on her comment he was correct in his assumptions, naturally. It didn’t seem like his wavelength had shaken her up too badly either so that was a plus. He couldn’t be having a weapon that couldn’t handle the fullness of his wavelength. Tilting his head back he thought for a moment about her question before sharply exhaling.
”Well the last person who I tried to deal with as a weapon only had the issue once. Not sure about the details on it but considering how more awesome I’ve gotten since then it shouldn’t be an issue again.”
Noticing the light that began to cover Irene’s weapon form Levi opened his hands and let her transform out of them. When she had taken on her human appearance he relocated his hands into his jacket pockets. When she was finished transforming he saw her looking at him and set his gaze on her in return. Well let’s see what the weapon had to say after experiencing possibly the greatest soul in existence.
He wasn’t expecting what she did say next though. Tell her what he thought? Deciding to hear her words as more or a question than a command he would respond. In his mind it was more of a weapon asking if he found her satisfactory enough to be wielded by his magnificent hands. Yes that was exactly what she meant.
”Not bad. From simply holding you I feel that wielding you shouldn’t be any problem. Of course the only way to be sure is through actual use.”
Speaking in his normal confident and cocky voice it would be impossible to tell but Levi was the slightest bit excited. If he could get a weapon he could start climbing up the ranks of Shibusen students to assure his superiority! Plus the idea of actually getting to fight something for real after so long was something he was looking forward to. Sure a kishin was different from a fellow knight but he would get to go all out on something living and that was all that mattered. The only shame was that he wouldn’t be able to do so with his weapon of choice but that was a small sacrifice for being able to fight something in the first place.
”I guess I can always give you a chance and we’ll let a mission be the judge. That would make the most sense considering that is what teams are meant to do. So how about it? Be my weapon and the outcome of a mission will decide if we can work together or not.”
Looking at Irene he waited for some kind of reaction to his proposal. It was in his mind the fairest and more practical way of seeing how this would work. If they couldn’t work together enough to complete a mission there was no point to them trying. And if they could complete the mission nothing else really mattered. It was an easy way of figuring out what they needed and getting work done in the process.
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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 Dec 31, 2012 18:23:00 GMT -5
In response to his first comment, Irene held back a smirk. So she wasn’t the only one he had forced his wavelength upon. It was interesting… she could imagine many people who would instantly accept this man as a king. Adore who he was. While she thought that she could never look to him as a leader, in a way she was. She adored his power and abilities. And as much as she may not like it, he would be leading them in battle. The weapon could enhance the meister, but a lot of their survival relied on him and if they could work together.
Simply acknowledging his statement about his awesomeness and his soul, she said nothing more until she had transformed to her human form. Asking her question, her eyes traveled over him once more. The strong body and scars, the confidence in his stance. He would take some getting used to… But she could handle him. But what did he think? What did he want? Irene didn’t know how stubborn he would be about switching to a weapon that wasn’t his sword. The way he held and used it before… he seemed like he could be pretty bull-headed. But his answer soon came. Not bad. Once again, she took this bit of positiveness as a compliment from him. Besides, anything good about her weapon form she would chalk up. She loved that.
Nodding in agreement, her mind was slightly focused elsewhere. Testing their abilities together would be one of the best ways to tell. Before she got fully through her thoughts, he was speaking again. Refocusing her gaze on the man’s glasses, her arms moved so her hands left her pockets and her limbs were loosely crossed in front of her. Something was bothering her… Not exactly him personally… just the idea of partnering again… It was eating at her.
”One last thing before I agree to try this out.”
The paused after she spoke. Her mind working as it shifted through emotions and different phrases. A flash of anger would have been seen in her expression if one was observant or knew her well. Her gaze never left him, but she wasn’t exactly… focused on him.
”I don’t care if you decide this doesn’t work out. I don’t care if you find a better weapon and tell me it’s over. But in a battle situation or in a mission, I will not be left there by you. If you can think of a situation where you’d abandon me where it was crucial we were a team, I can’t agree to this.”
She didn’t move, maybe even looked a bit tense. Abandonment. That’s what was eating her. Her meister had left before and scarred her. She could understand Levi to a point, but if he left her to fend for herself during a mission…
Her hands moved to her hips in one quick movement, eyes moving to his scars like they held some sort of answer. Almost glaring at him.
”If you don’t see that as a future issue. Then I’d gladly be your weapon in a trial mission.”
And then her eyes were back on him. Tension gone. Anger gone. Back to basically nothing, but looking for a response.
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Post by Levi Kastein on Dec 31, 2012 19:59:23 GMT -5
Watching her reaction it seemed she agreed with him by the way she was nodding her head. It only made sense to agree with him when he was coming up with such flawless ideas. There was literally nothing wrong with his plans so why not just follow them? However he did detect a little bit of something from her that he wasn’t sure about. As she crossed her arms he watched and waited for her to do something to explain what was up. Here he was being more than flexible with these dealings so what could possibly be the problem?
Oh, one last thing? Now what was the problem? Levi looked at her over his glasses and kept his arms resting in his pockets. Tapping his foot slightly while waiting for her to speak. Not sure what expressions she was going through or what they meant he waited for her to do something verbally. He wasn’t one to care about trying to read body language especially when it was someone he didn’t know. She would give an answer eventually anyway so there was no point trying to speculate about it. Unless the last thing was some unreasonable request he could probably work with it anyway.
Listening to her reason Levi stopped tapping his foot and remained still. So this was the last thing? He could have laughed at the whole thing if he didn’t think it would go over horribly. No instead he waited for her to finish speaking without moving. Keeping his eyes on her he did not alter his position until she was done talking. Even after she finished he remained how he was for a moment as if contemplating how to answer her question. In reality he was to a degree thinking but overall just wanted to be dramatic.
”Is that it? That was your final deal breaker? I have no intention of simply discarding you, least of all during a mission. A king doesn’t just abandon his servants when they need him.”
Scoffing slightly he waved off the entire statement absentmindedly. Leaving a weapon wasn’t something he planned on doing considering how he had lost his sword last time. Luckily he didn’t think Irene was going to get dropped in a body of water and disappear like Zegan had. Plus he didn’t plan on facing anyone like his brother who would cause such an event to happen. There was also the whole fact that he needed a demon weapon to take missions in the first place so there was no point in him getting rid of one after just finding a suitable one.
”So to answer your question no, it won’t be an issue. Now I believe finding a mission to finalize this is in order.”
Moving past her he returned to the bench he had been at earlier and picked up the sword next to it. Pulling on the golden handle so the reflective blade was partially visible. Looking at the blade or perhaps his reflection in it he smirked. Closing the blade he attached it to the proper place on his waist and returned to where Irene was. Resting one hand on the hilt of his sword and the other in his pocket he adopted a more natural stance. Despite the blade’s lack of use against kishin it was still important to him and he felt better with it. In the worst case and something happened on a mission it could still serve as some distance between a monster and his flesh. Looking at Irene his gaze shifted to the door of the dojo.
”Let’s see how you fair in the field kindje.”
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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 Jan 1, 2013 11:59:24 GMT -5
It was an important thing to her… To make sure that he at least had no intentional thought of abandoning her. Now… Irene wasn’t stupid, there was always a price. Every person had a breaking point to where they would do anything. But it was good enough for her if the royal would at least say he wouldn’t. As much as it might not be true… she would take that as good enough.
His impatience aggravated her all the more. She was being slow, Irene knew that. But she wanted to word it well and get across her point. The tapping of his foot was like Chinese water torture… Over and over again, something she couldn’t stop or control. It stopped soon enough, but the sound still echoed in her mind. He would be a constant bother… just like this. With the stopping of the tapping came his answer… the answer she was waiting for and preparing for. Much to her surprise and relief, he spoke a satisfactory answer. Her blank expression on him, she didn’t really change any of her body language at all. But relief flowed through the woman. She could return to working in her weapon form. At least for one more mission, if not more. He didn’t have the intention of discarding her. The weapon didn’t know why, but she believed and trusted him. He referred to her as a servant to him but the reasoning didn’t matter. That answer was what she needed.
This seemed to be no big deal to him. And… after a quick second though, Irene assumed most didn’t seem to be a deal to him at all. From what she gathered… he thought he was wonderful. And as long as everyone knew that, he was fine. He spoke once more, reiterating that he wasn’t going to discard her in crucial times and adding that they needed to find a mission. A quick nod, the woman spoke just as to the point as before.
”Find one suitable for your Highness, and I’m fine with it.”
They weren’t mocking words. She knew they would go to his head, but she didn’t much care. He did have royal blood and thought of himself as high above them all anyway. Let him pick and he’d probably be happier anyway, she could handle whatever. She just wanted to be back out there.
And with that, he moved back to the bench he had been at earlier. Past her, Irene turned to keep her attention focused on him. Their meeting was drawing to a close and that was good enough for her. Lingering for a short while to make sure that he had nothing else to say and make sure for herself that there was nothing more she would need to say to him. But it was set, they would try a mission. The man had picked up his blade, secured it to himself, and now was returning his attention to her. His hand moved to the hilt of the weapon, the other in his pocket. Tilting her head somewhat, she watched him shift into this position. It suited him. She watched as his attention shifted to the door, one last statement made.
Her eyes settled on him still, she fought back the urge to smile.
”With you as the wielder? We will own the field.”
Simple and confident words. Irene didn’t doubt her weapon form. From interacting with him quickly, she knew she could handle him. And from what she learned, he had the ability to handle almost anything. Moving to her things, she considered this the end of their meeting here at the dojo. But now their future together had another chapter. One mission. Maybe more to follow. Grabbing her bag from the ground, she slung it over her back. Gaze moving over the dojo looking for him, if he hadn’t move, she’d motion towards the exit. If he had already left, she would follow. That would prove to be their relationship, she thought. Her following him.
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