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Subject Post 11Subject: Re: A Fateful Meeting [Andy] Wed Sep 23, 2015 6:07 pm
Topaz colored eyes stared straight forwards, an obvious look of joy visible as her first attempt at getting his guard broken through was mostly successful. Thick gauntlets almost prying his arms apart until he managed to slip away. Taking a leap back away from her as brows narrowed. Fists clenched tightly and firmly as she thrust herself forwards. Body hitting his head-on, thick arms kept at her sides as shields as she seemed to be taking pleasure in the fact that she had gotten past his defenses. Soft bosom hitting his chest rather roughly as he was forced against one of the padded walls rather quickly, pinned seemingly as she was now on top with the edge in battle.
She was finally on the winning side of a spar for once. Since her time here, she's been met with the underdog position, and finally, she was able to attack a weak point that even she wasn't entirely sure would work. Kamui seemed to watch everything, how she would move, how she would fight, but perhaps he also spent too much time predicting... None the less, she had wretched a small amount of control in this mock battle between the two of them with heavy handicaps. But now she found herself at a rather odd position. The goal was to land a solid strike on his torso, and currently, her breasts were covering it up. What would be simple to do it would have been punching his torso as best as she could and as quickly, but that plan was inevitably wasted. Kamui's hands lashing outwards, fingers wrapping around her wrists and squeezing tightly, pulling her hands away from her as she was left without her fists. The once cocky grin soon faded into a frown once again, leaning her head down to his, eye level for a few moments.
Sure, trying to get her hands out of his grasp could work, but that seemed like so much work. He was already in a spot with little movement, and it was never said that the solid blow had to be done by her fists. Before she could enact the rest of her plan, Kamui began to speak, lips moving in front of hers as it was more sounds that only seemed to agitate her fiery personality further. To play her deeper into his trap. To get her to resort to violence. She spoke back with her own response, a retaliation of words as the cocky grin returned once more to where it belonged, right upon her lips. "Say how tough it will be all you want, I've been through my own stuff. What do you want in return? My effort? The promise that I'll use it for good or something like in those stories? Well, I'll promise I won't use it to hurt people who don't deserve it if that's enough."
As she was speaking, her body was getting prepared. Hoping his eyes stayed focused upon hers as she stared deep into his. Knee rearing back for just a moment, body tensing as she had lowered herself just slightly to get to eye-level earlier, knees bent somewhat... And within the next moment, she lept upwards. Wrists trying to slam the hands that held them firmly upon the padded wall behind Kamui. Feet kicking off the ground as her left leg shot straight upwards, seemingly the one that was used to launch her into the air as the other remained bent somewhat... Until she thrust it outwards mid-leap, knee shooting forwards as she was now attempting to jump up enough that she could reach his chest. Aiming a firmly shot out knee towards the large target that she'd been aiming for this entire time in hopes that this wouldn't backfire.
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Subject Post 12Subject: Re: A Fateful Meeting [Andy] Wed Sep 23, 2015 9:00 pm
Artist: Mogeko Castle - Song: MaouDamashii Town 10 - Word Count:
Kamui had what he wanted. The girl had demonstrated two things, chiefly, during their interaction. She was willing to be underhanded. As he had iterated before, the most important thing in a fight wasn't strength, or speed, or even intelligence, the most important thing was the fighter's ability to do the disgusting thing, the disturbing thing, the victor was usually the one who was able to sink the lowest without losing themselves. She understood that, she knew where he line was and was willing to push that line down. The second most important thing was understanding the opponent before you and knowing how to exploit what they wanted. Everyone wants something, everyone has some kind of win condition. The hand to hand fighter wants to be in close range, the magician wants distance, Kamui wants tits. Understanding what you want and understanding what your opponent wants was the core component of victory. Intentionally or otherwise, the woman had identified that Kamui's objective was her breasts and that her objective was close quarters combat. Using this information she'd effectively trapped him and used the information available to her. He was proud, if he was being perfectly honest, he had gotten quite excited.
Then she went and ruined it. Had she simply gotten lucky before and in fact did not understand the tactics she had displayed? Did she actually think that any of that was something Kamui wanted? That he even remotely cared about such ambiguously moral, subjective concepts such as good? Kamui shook his head, softly disappointed at the voluptuous woman pinning him against the wall. His words weren't condescending, they were more disappointed than anything but they definitely did not carry the same mocking tone he'd utilized the majority of their little interaction. It was far more sad and let down.
"No, I don't care what you do with it. "Good" is such a flimsy concept. I ask for only two things. The first is loyalty..."
There was something that she did not quite appreciate. Not every sense processed information at the same speed. In most cases, the difference is negligible, but tactile information, or touch, was processed at point zero two seconds quicker than visual stimuli. Normally, that wouldn't even be noticeable but in life or death situation, in combat, point zero two seconds made all the difference, and Kamui himself was a master of wing chun, a style that emphasized reading these acute muscle movements, the small shifts in the humanoid body whenever it moved. He knew what she was doing almost instantly. However, Kamui, like her, very much appreciated the "go big or go home" philosophy. He didn't need to stop her kick, he just needed to hit all six points before her knee connected.
As the knee hurtled toward his chest, Kamui, for the first time, demonstrated just how fast he was...and how slow everything she'd seen thus far had been. His hands quickly released her wrists and shot back, angled down to quickly move to grasp each of the woman's rather plump ass cheeks. Then in a flash his hands orbited around her body, elevating in the process and attempting to grasp each of her breasts rather firmly in his palms for put a moment, his mind supplying the honk sound internally as his right hand trailed away and shot down between her legs, hoping to leave a rather lingering palm there. Even with his speed however, there were only so many actions he could hope to achieve in the time it took for her knee to travel all of a few feet. The limb drilled straight in to Kamui's chest and in turn, drilled him in to the padded wall. He had been kneed hard enough that the padding on the wall had even been popped off it's bearings. It hurt, but Kamui wasn't the type to show it, instead he had the same little smile on his face that he'd maintained through their entire encounter. She had won, but Kamui intended to finish out the game all the same and reach the climax of their little tryst.
Sacrifice was going to be dual meaning, despite Kamui not meaning it to be so. He had suspected, but he didn't really know just how painful his next action would be...and if he had it would have been what he'd have tried to do first. Showcasing the speed he had utilized before, Kamui shoved the knee against his gut away and pushed off the wall, shooting forward toward her and moving to press his lips to her rather forcefully, engaging her in a rather aggressive kiss. It was not the sacrifice he was intending however, as pleasant as finally kissing her would be, it was but a smokescreen for what he planned to do next. Kamui's opposite hand, the one that did not push her knee away, would quickly go to her navel, layering his palm over the soft skin of her tight stomach. It was then that she would begin to feel what he was doing. The Juin began to, forcibly, etch itself in to his skin. It would start as a tingling sensation, a tickle at her navel, before the change would begin. Heat would sweep through her body, a heat that would continue to ramp up with each second. She would quickly begin to feel weak, as if she'd be suffering from the flu for weeks as her limbs would grow weaker and weaker. For twenty whole seconds her blood would feel like it was boiling, like she was set on fire from the inside out. Kamui held on to her through it, surprisingly gently considering what they had just been doing for the past few minutes, as the Juin took hold of her body. It was a comforting embrace, an entirely different persona than he'd displayed this whole time. He doubted she'd appreciate the security, but at the moment he didn't quite care. She was his now, she carried the Juin and as such, she was also his responsibility. He gently set her down on the padded floor near the end of the transformative effect, he doubted she wanted him touching her any more than he had to. It would take her sometime to adjust to the energy now flooding through her body, but Kamui had faith in her.
"You will recover partially in a few more minutes, completely by tomorrow. You'll feel the strength a few days past that."
Subject Post 13Subject: Re: A Fateful Meeting [Andy] Thu Sep 24, 2015 3:57 pm
Elysia finally able to do it, to get the strike off that she needed... Or at least, that's what she thought at first. The fight may believe that they have the power to surpass anything due to ignorance and cockiness, but even if this were the case... She still lacked the knowledge. To most people, it'd be fair to assume that he could react to her trying to leap upwards, but she thought her plan was full proof. Eyes narrowed further as they stared against his, listening to the words he had to offer her. They... Were things she was actually completely fine with, though loyalty left a bad taste within her mouth. Whenever loyalty is brought up... She imagines a comical cartoon villain having lackeys that fight to the death as beck and call for no real reason. For now, however, she seemed fine with agreeing. Kamui surely won't abuse the trust she'll offer. Her body slowly rose into the air, the taste of victory upon her tongue, body pumped with adrenaline from how this fight has been going. On edge and even willing to keep going afterwards if it was needed.
Her eyes widened mid-jump as Kamui seemed to turn into a blur. Body moving much quicker than what she could expect, all in spots that she wasn't able to protect. Fingers slipping behind her and grazing along the fabric of her shorts, fingers pressing against the plump cheeks before sliding upwards. Grazing her hips and meeting her breasts from below to grasp at them. With each touch of her most sensitive and sexual parts, it was fair to say an equal amount of rage began to build up within her. Round mounds felt up as his fingers began to dart back down her body to between thick thighs. Resting there for a moment with a lingering palm as she seemed almost outraged, and if she could move any faster, she would.
The slam was heard by the fighter, drilling the smaller figure against the padded wall as... She won. Lips left untouched and she slowly landed back unto the ground. The same, soft looking lips of hers that weren't touched at all were grinning now. Victory plastered all over her face... Before the next words he said escaped past his lips. 'Sacrifice' Her eyes widened as she stared ahead, fear visible. Sacrifice? Sacrifice what? She already sacrificed so much just to survive. Her life, her innocence, her friends... Only to give up more? Before she could even process the information given to her correctly, she was stunned. Kamui's lips against her's as she remained motionless for a split second... Body tensing, first emotion she's been accustomed too properly taking over. Anger. Getting ready to slam him off as she tried to pull away from the rather rough kiss only to fail...
A palm rested against her tummy, over the naval as her rapid breathing was felt just slightly. And that rapid breathing only grew more and more as odd emotions and feelings came over her. Heat began to build up in her body. Body weakening as her fingers began to almost twitch. Trying to take action but with the sudden wave of fatigue, it was... Difficult to act. Arms reached upwards to try and push him away before horrific pain over took her. Gasping at first as it felt like her insides were getting too hot. Pulling away from the kiss forcefully now as she tried to speak, only a yelp of pain overtaking her as she pressed her head firmly against his shoulder. Needing support as... It felt like her blood was boiling. The woman melting from the inside. This pain was... Worse than anything she's ever felt before. Worse than broken bones and deep gashes into vitals... And it seemed to be taking a heavy toll on her.
The pain caused her to remain inactive, her face showed rage... And fear. Wanting to murder him for whatever he just did, but fearful of what was just put in her. The gentle touches led her to believe maybe it wasn't meant to harm as she was placed on the ground. He wouldn't try to kill someone in the middle of the Vanguard base, that's just plain suicide. So she remained silent, eyes staring at him, filled with hatred and fear, uncertainty, anxiety. Body in pain as she simply waited... She would get her revenge for this horrific pain soon enough.
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Subject Post 14Subject: Re: A Fateful Meeting [Andy] Thu Sep 24, 2015 7:02 pm
Artist: Mogeko Castle - Song: MaouDamashii Town 10 - Word Count:
"You're doing well. It's probably hard to see it right now, but you're taking to it pretty well. Most humans tend to pass out, the fact that you're still conscious is impressive in and of itself."
Even if she didn't feel it, she had persevered far beyond what most humans could. The few times he had implanted a member of their species, they passed out from the stress almost immediately. She was stronger than most humans Kamui was aware of, but even still he couldn't help but be a little impressed at her resilience...for her race. Kamui rested on his shins beside her, settling down to sit on his heels as he watched her face with apprehension. He was worried about her, that part was genuine. Painted across his face was sympathy and affection that was quite real, sort of the expression one would get from a close friend or relative while they grappled with illness. However, every good lie held a kernel of truth and the truth was that Kamui did care about Elysia. Not necessarily about her well being as a person, he couldn't care less about that, but now she was an investment and she was HIS investment, which made her all the more important. He did not want her to become seriously damaged in a way that'd prevent his experiments, she was far too valuable. Of course, she couldn't see those inner thoughts, she couldn't see how he truly felt, she could just see the emotions he exposed...and the fact that those emotions were real made them all the more credible.
"When your body adjusts, you will feel it...like a pressure on your navel. Don't turn away from it, embrace it, revel in the gifts it gives and you'll not only feel better, but you'll quickly ascend to strengths you'd never thought possible. You'll become a warrior befitting your disposition."
Kamui'd reach forward to gently brush his finger along her forehead, removing what was now most likely sweaty batches of hair out of her face. He gave her one more fleeting look, almost a tinge of sadness across his features(he wanted to kiss her again) before he pulled himself to his feet and started toward the door. He stopped at the entrance to the room before turning back toward the girl, a rather somber tone overtaking his voice in the process. The path he had planned for her was not easy. She was going to hurt, that much was unavoidable. She was ready for it however, and not just because she said she was. Kamui truly believed she had the potential and the resolve to survive the training and the Juin...now she just needed to do.
"In one week I will again be in this room, same time. If you wish to truly learn to use that mark on your stomach and truly become the warrior you were destined to be. You'll meet me here. Wear something skimpy."
With that, Kamui removed himself from the room, unable to help himself from adding a little levity on to the end. She progressed fastest when she was angry, the woman was very good at shifting a stressful situation in to a challenging one and that was what Kamui intended, ultimately, to be for her. He was always going to be her challenge, her mentor, until the time was right to collect on his investment. To finish his little experiment.
Subject Post 15Subject: Re: A Fateful Meeting [Andy] Mon Sep 28, 2015 11:10 pm
The fighter didn't quite understand what he was saying... Has he done this to others? Have they just fallen and passed out at the first sign of pain? Someone being that weak and unable to take something as menial as this was a bit surprising, but after a few more moments, this task didn't seem menial. Rather, it seemed challenging for her, truly testing her body and mind's capabilities to take pain.
And then came his face. Coming into view as her eyes focused even further upon him. He seemed... Concerned... Worried? They had just met and already he seemed genuine in his feelings for once rather than spurring her on to fight. Eyes began to reveal more fear and confusion rather than rage. Sure, the anger was still there but it wasn't as noticeable, at least to her for the moment. She had no idea what to do for the moment, the pain was starting to become to the point where it was unbearable. Too much strain put unto her body just after exerting herself just to hit him properly.
Words began to get harder and harder to hear. Ringing within her ears as even her vision began to fade. Edges of her sight beginning to blur as everything became much more difficult. She made out enough to tell what he did to her was a gift, and that she should embrace it. Embrace it? Embrace what...? All she knows is that there's an intense pain within her. And that it's better to accept pain and get over it, which was what she was at the very least attempting to do. Fingers began to clench and un-clench, balling into fists every few moments as her way of coping with the stress put upon her body. It was great, greater than anything she's ever felt.
Fingers were felt trailing along her forehead. Beads of sweat she didn't even notice herself wiped away as she stared on wards. Kamui was taking pity on her. Feeling sad and sorry for her, for dealing with this pain, for her being weak. And with a snap of someone's fingers, her anger and arrogance once again reared itself. Hands reaching out in front of her, trying to grasp at something for the moment as the man stood upwards and turned around. Words were spoken, and she heard the general gist of it, and she -would- be back. But first, she needed to prove that she wasn't weak.
Hands slammed against the ground as she pushed with all of her strength, beads of sweat falling from her bangs unto the ground. Loud gasps and groans of pain with each movement as she managed to push herself up a few inches. Nearly sitting up before something ran out... Energy. Steam. Drive. The ability to work. Arms gave out, the woman falling unto the ground with a thud as her eyes shut tight. A great look of pain overcoming her face. Not only from what was happening... But from not even being able to do this much. Memories began to swirl about within her head, of a past she hated... And a past she would remember in nightmares, body failing as she slipped into a deep sleep on the ground.