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originally posted in:The New Dojo
Edited by Orn:
10/15/2016 8:38:19 PM
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[i]The duelist Ren only grinned at Damien kindly, removing her left hand from the coffin and waving it at him. The girl, in the other hand, only went pale as she heard Damien swear.[/i]
"[b]Bonjour[/b], Damien. Is that a grenade?" [i]Ren spoke up, staring at the explosive device with a frown, a sigh escaping her mouth as Damien pocketed the rather deadly device. The girl only remained silent, although she did nudge behind the French woman after she had spoken.[/i]
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[i]"It was... But it's probably dead... Pulled the pin hours ago..."[/i] [b]Damien shook his head in disappointment, wiping himself down and then waving to the pair. He seemed nonchalant as always, but he seemed to be in a more up beat mood than usual.[/b] [i]"Whacha up to? And whose the friend?"[/i] [b]He asks, inquiring about Ren's companion... And the... Whatever it was they were doing. Damien was a curious guy... In more ways then one he was very catlike, curious, almost to a fault.[/b]
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Edited by Orn: 10/16/2016 1:19:26 PM"...Eh. You do what you like, I guess. Just, ah...don't get blown up, even if you think it's "dead". Never know." [i]One thing about Ren was that she had to be completely 100% positive about certain things, and the grenade was one of them. She didn't want Damien to end up in a coffin as well.[/i] "As for what we're doing, we're getting this body up to the Clinic. Getting someone revived..Battalion Commander Ailanna Eizel. Head split in half, body left out in the desert for weeks. Nasty. And my companion? Her name's E-" "Hi! I'm Ella! You're Damien, right?! You seem nice! We can be friends!" [i]One thing that was noticeable was the mood swing Ella just took. The second thing that was noticeable that she was..extremely happy. In the sense that she had begun to run towards Damien as if she has completely forgotten about the grenade (to Ren's disliking) and held out her arms as if trying to...pull Damien into a hug..[/i]
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[i]Ella quite literally tackled Damien with a tight hug (which hopefully, the grenade would make the grenade explode.), giggling softly as she embraced him for no apparent reason. [/i] "She's friendly, to...say the least." [i]Ren smirked at the scene, before looking back at the coffin that her hand was upon. More and more people were getting suspicious.[/i] "'Bout time I get moving again. Ugh. Anyway..you wanna take care of El for a bit, Damien? I've got business, plus she'll get bored."
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[i]"I see..."[/i] [b]Damien remarked with an amused grin, his eyes widening to large pools of black as Ella drew near.[/b] [i]"Sup, Ella... Course we can be friends..."[/i] [b]He said simply, figuring it would be best to stay on the girls good side, rather than cause another mood swing. He crouched low, not really extending anything, but getting closer to her height level as he looked from her, then back to Ren.[/b]
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[i]Ella quite literally tackled Damien with a tight hug (which hopefully, the grenade would make the grenade explode.), giggling softly as she embraced him for no apparent reason. [/i] "She's friendly, to...say the least." [i]Ren smirked at the scene, before looking back at the coffin that her hand was upon. More and more people were getting suspicious.[/i] "'Bout time I get moving again. Ugh. Anyway..you wanna take care of El for a bit, Damien? I've got business, plus she'll get bored."
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[b]Damien fell back with a grunt and amused cough.[/b] [i]"Uh... Sure... That works. What do you like to do, Ella?"[/i] [b]He turned to the girl who had tackled him, eyebrow raised. He didn't usually complain about weird... But being this friendly in the Dojo was... Not the best. He liked her, of course, as he liked all bubbly personalities.... But he feared for his safety. Though he figured that the grenade in his pocket wasn't helping. With a mighty hoist and ripple of his muscles, he lifted Ella up into the air from her hips and set her down as he got to his feet.[/b] [i]"And good luck with the Clinic... Was there a few hours ago... Marshal had a primate problem."[/i]
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[i]As Ren muttered a[/i] "Thanks" [i]as she then departed, Ella looked up at the sky in deep thought, humming a little as if she didn't know exactly what to do. One thing that she didn't like was violence..but she liked action. She had heard that the Dojo was about fighting, and considering how well she did in training after the Golem experiments? She figured that she might do well. She just didn't want to hurt anyone. [/i] "Well, um..I-I mean, we can...train? I'm not that good with swords.." [i]That was a lie, plain and simple. Ella had gotten significantly better with melee weaponry. Though physiological warfare was her weakness, really..[/i]
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[i]"Sure... If that's what you want. Where would you like to train? And what would you like to train with? You said swords... But I can use anything."[/i] [b]He said with a warm smile, his hands falling into the deep pockets of his massive olive green fur coat.[/b] [i]"And I'll also assume non lethal. Can't be out there killing each other."[/i] [b]He chuckled and looked towards the large sim room or the courts farther off. There were a few places to train, and he'd go with what Ella wanted... He was a go with the flow kinda guy for the most part.[/b]
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"I guess melee weapons, although..you can use whatever you like. And yeah. Non-lethal. That means no killing..right?" [i]Ella smirked a little at that her last comment, as...well, this was her first fight at the Dojo in general. As for training spots.. [/i] "Isn't there courtyards for training? I don't really know the Dojo, so..you can just take me to wherever." [i]Ella didn't mind where the two went, to be completely honest. So either A: Damien's choice, or B: A1 or something of the sort.[/i]
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[i]"I say we do the sim room, just to keep away from trouble. Last time I was at the courts, there was crazy stuff happening."[/i] [b]Damien outstretched a hand to Ella, his right one to be precise. Unlike his left hand, it was more rigid and covered in cloth wrappings so that it wasn't really visible... Augmented most likely... But it was strange why he'd try to his it.[/b] [i]"Climb on... I'm known for being... Fast-ish."[/i]
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[i]Not sure about why Damien wanted Ella to grab onto him, she only raised both of her hands and wrapped her thin fingers around his hand and arm, staring at him confusingly. [/i] "...M-Mister Damien...I don't exactly understand, unless.." [i]Her look of confusion suddenly turned into a look of...joy? Happiness? Pleasure? Potentially all three, perhaps. Ella snickered a tad bit, having a good idea about what he was going to do..[/i]
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[b]Damien grinned, hoisting her up, his strength surprising for his mostly thin frame, setting her onto his back.[/b] [i]"And... We are off..."[/i] [b]In a split second, Damien burst forward, sound waves collecting behind him before accelerating him to speeds of a airliner plane. His ability to control sound gave him many advantages, but speed was the greatest of these. But, because of the outward sound waves he left off, no pressure or harm came to Ella.[/b] [b]He rises past buildings, people, and courts, his legs moving rhythmically to the beat of the waves. It wasn't long before they reached the large and sleek sim room.[/b] [i]"See... Fast-Ish... Though I'm sure Houdini was better."[/i]
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[i]Ella's eyes were wide open by the time that the two reached the location that Damien had selected, a soft chuckle escaping her throat and then turning into a laugh of utter amazement.[/i] "T-That was amazing!! Please don't do that when we train, because that's... Oh man..absolutely amazing. Really!" [i]She thought Damien's abilities were utterly spectacular, really. In fact..Ella found a lot of things to be utterly spectacular.[/i]
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[i]"Hey... Don't worry about it. Learned my lesson with the Marshal. I'm speedy, but I'm smart too. I haven't traded that away. Besides, you're a bucket of sunshine and I'd hate to tip it over."[/i] [b]Damien grinned as he pulled his large fur coat off, fully revealing his black armor, which kept him very well hidden... At least what the rest of him looked like. He seemed like the private type anyways.[/b] [i]"Besides, it's sparring... Not killing..."[/i] [b]He shrugged and pulled a cigarette from his cargo pant's pocket, lighting it with a snap of his fingers and then placing it in his mouth. Then, he took his grenade out and drop kicked into the far horizon, his soccer practice finally paying off.[/b] [i]"That is now Dojo security's problem. Shall we?"[/i] [b]He pulls back the door of the sim room and motions Ella inside, leaving his coat on a nearby shelf close to the door.[/b]
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Edited by Orn: 10/17/2016 11:26:19 AM[i]Smirking both at the fact that Damien had called her a "bucket of sunshine" (Why did he call her that? She wasn't really a bucket, was she?), and the fact that he had kicked the grenade away rather impressively, Ella followed Damien and headed into the sim room, but not before stretching several times as if she was going on a marathon. She knew she would move a lot...but the amount of stretching she did before entering was unnecessary, to be completely honest. [/i]
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[i]"Alright... Do you know how this works? You think of a room you want and the sim predicts your brain waves and creates what you want. I'd do it myself... But you probably wouldn't enjoy what's in my head..."[/i] [b]Damien cracks his knuckles as e walked down a small staircase into the main training room. With a click of his belt and twist of his arm he was ready... Of course he'd have to keep his mouth closed and right arm deactivated... But that wouldn't be a problem.[/b] [i]"Oh! And preferably no pits of fire or acid. I'm resilient... Mostly... But I am sure as hell just human."[/i]
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"Pits of fire? Acid? I was thinking of-" [i]The sim room morphed and changed, until the two suddenly stood in a much different location.[/i] "...O-Oh...I-I guess we can t-train here.." [i]Something about Ella's voice suggested that this new location brought up...memories.[/i] [i]The two stood in the center of a circular arena, twenty feet wide and dome-like. Blaring bright lights shined down everywhere, from the high ceiling to the floor they stood upon. The floor was pure white plastic, the walls reinforced with thick layers of kevlar and rubber. Up above, several thick windows surrounded the arena, completed with a massive control room with several computers and screens. Cameras exited their hiding places, immediately pointing towards Ella and Damien. It was a testing facility of some sort..except no one else was there.[/i]
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[b]Damien covered his eyes with his wrapped hand, using his free hand to slide a black band over his right eye, temple, eventually pushing back some blonde hair to reveal a horribly mangled right ear, which the band also covered...[/b] [i]"Alright... If this is what you want..."[/i] [b]Damien's eyes eventually adjusted, giving him time to create some distance and pop a neuropozyne pill in his mouth. Couldn't have his lungs coming up his throat in the middle of the fight...[/b] [b]Then... He got into a low stance, his left eye trained on Ella, drawing two daggers from their sheaths on the collar blades of his armor. They were long and dual blades for maiming... And a weightless grip for good defense... His usual choice melee weapons.[/b] [spoiler]https://i.imgur.com/7ZJvfw1[/spoiler] [i]"Ready when you are, Sunshine..."[/i] [b]Sunshine... Damien always had nicknames for people... Not to be rude, but rather in respect, a word that a person reminded him of...[/b]
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"S-Sunshine. Right. Okay." [i]The name "Sunshine" snapped Ella out of her trance, and she resumed her natural happiness and turned towards Damien. She reached onto her not-too armored back, drawing the carbon blade of her katana. Writing was engraved upon the blade, and for only a moment, one could see what was upon it:[/i] [u][i]In memory of Lawrence Isaac Cameron, my father and creator..[/i][/u] [i]She grasped the steel hilt, her fingers wrapping around the leather that surrounded the thin grip of the weapon while her hands found themselves under a guard that was of course, between the handle and blade. She held the sword horizontally, the blade aimed towards her right side as she began approaching.[/i] "...Uh...Good luck, I...guess."
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[b]Damien twirled his carbon fiber knives, walking slowly towards Ella with his arms outstretched, a grin crossing his face.[/b] [i]"I'm bound to need it..."[/i] [b]And with that he dashed forward, his boots skidding across the ground as he took an immediate dive and slide towards her, sparks pushing off the metal soles as he pointed his daggers outward.[/b] [i]"Les do dis..."[/i]
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[i]As soon as Damien got into range, Ella reacted with a sudden burst of energy, immediately swinging the carbon blade towards his daggers in an attempt to knock them away. It was also worth mentioning how much force she put behind the attack, oddly enough, and how gracefully it was. Ella was capable of stopping herself after the swing, holding the blade outwards again as if expecting another attack.[/i]
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[b]Damien grinned, the daggers quickly forming into an X formation to make up in impact absorption as he continued to slide, colliding with the strike before sending a leg forward towards her knee, moving to stumble her... But he had to give her credit... She was stronger than she looked... And with her defensive prowess, he'd have to find a way to stun her.[/b]
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[i]The leg connected, and Ella slightly yelped in pain as her knee and her own leg fell to the ground, crashing into the plastic floor. Oddly enough, her knee felt rather...tough. Durable, maybe. It felt stronger than any regular human knee, for sure, but there wasn't any armor involved.. [/i] [i]After a moment, Ella got back on both of her feet, and while she looked as if she was in pain from the kick, she seemed perfectly fine.[/i]
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[b]Damien rolled backwards into his feet, his mechanical spine contorting to the awkward movement as he double over.[/b] [i]"Well... You are resilient. I'll give you that..."[/i] [b]Damien got to his feet, his helmet alight with thousands of images and grids, giving off calculations and statistics. Anyone with a normal attention span would go crazy... But Damien enjoyed such a feed.[/b] [b]With a shimmer, he twirled his daggers and brought them close to his chest in a defensive manner, motioning for Ella to come on the offensive.[/b] [spoiler]Sorry for late replies... Super busy with work. ;~;[/spoiler]
