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Post by Charles Poe on Jun 1, 2011 0:16:13 GMT -6
Earlier this Morning
Charles woke up in his room, feeling a nasty head ache. His other personalities were chatting quite a lot last night with each other as he slept as best he could. It felt like a very large drum was constantly beating his head with people that were out of place. He rubbed his head, cursing his dumb luck. Charles got himself dressed and headed downstairs, to see his master waiting.
Curious, Chuck asked him, "What's up, master Xin? Are we out of food again?"
Xin tried to keep a straight face, but he couldn't hold back his depression. He hunched down and stated depressingly, "Go take a look..."
Once again, Charles found himself confused. It was starting to become a bad habit on his part. He walked past his master and took a look in the kitchen... Or what was once the kitchen. Everything was in wrecked! Spoons, forks, knives, plates, bowls and everything were broken to pieces and embedded in the ceiling. Charles's jaw dropped, as he quickly asked loudly, "What the fuck happened here?"
His master was quick to reply, as usual. He explained, "I don't know how exactly, but a boar got in the house, in search of food, and broke everything in here just to find some. The refrigerator was cleaned out and destroyed. I spotted the boar about an hour ago in the kitchen, but it fled before I could nab it... Curse my old age."
Charles took up the same position as his master and sighed in a depressed manner, just like his master did. Despite the master's wealth, this was going to put a noticeable dent in it for repairing thee kitchen, replacing all the silverware, and replenishing their food stock.
Charles's dementia called out through his mouth, expressing a primal-like rage.
"God fucking damn it! Hearing this shit is not doing my head any good! In fact, it's hurting it even fucking more! Shit!"
Charles rose his hands up to his head and began to rub his temples, to try and sooth the flaming headache. He looked at his master and asked as calmly as possible, "So when do we leave to West City, master Xin?"
The master straightened himself out as he took a deep breath. He ordered, as calmly as possible, "Get your pills, now! We're going to West City in 5 minutes. We'll eat when we get there."
Charles complied, sprinting upstairs to his room and pulled open a drawer in a nightstand. He grabbed the only unsealed bottle and sprinted back out of the room and down the stairs. He slipped on his boots and made his way outside the house. His master was waiting right outside the door, so that he could lock up after Charles got out of the house. Once he locked up, the two rose up into the air and shot towards the city.
Early Afternoon
Charles and Xin were sitting at an outdoor table of a Chinese restaurant, eating food. They had with them eight bags of silverware, plates, and bowls. They had been remaining quiet the whole time they were in the city, due to Charles's unfortunate involvement with some of the random chaos that happened in some sections of the city. Due to Master Xin's reputation, Charles was usually let off the hook by law enforcement, but he was put through much more severe training when they got home, as punishment for causing trouble.
The two finished their meals and the master paid off the bill. The master started to calculate how much they had paid for the food they just ate, along with the silverware. He muttered the numbers in a low whisper. Charles awaited the master to finish and give Charles an idea on what the situation was.
Finally, the master spoke to Charles, stating, "So far, I have 500,000 zenni still left over in my bank account. To get these pleasantries, I spent 20,000 zenni and 5,000 on the food we just ate, bringing that up to 25,000 zenni spent. Though I still have much money left over, we'll have to find a gig to do. The ceiling in the kitchen will have to be replaced, which'll be pretty hefty on its own."
The master sighed and looked around a bit. Charles did the same as well. Chuck spotted an odd group of very muscular men gathering around a job board not far from the restaurant. He got out of the seat, pointing out the group to master Xin. The master looked over and nodded. The two grabbed their things and made their way to the board. When they were close enough, Charles called to the group, still making his way over.
"Hey, fellas'! What's that you're taking a look at?"
One of the men turned and responded, "Apparently, the Capsule Corporation is offering some cash for strong people to help test out some upgraded version of a gravity device."
Charles looked at his master, giving him a non verbal question about the gig. The master nodded, stating, "This could work out for the both of us. We can gather up some money and we get to see how your training is coming along."
The apprentice smiled in response and turned his head back to the group, asking them, "Sounds interesting. Where is the Capsule Corporation building?"
The man that responded before replied, "We're planning to go there ourselves, so just follow us."
Charles and the group started moving. They were heading towards the center of the city, where it was mostly populated. Capsule Corporation's large, dome building came into their sight, along with a slightly large group of strong looking men and women. They were scattered across the lawn, waiting for their turn in this experimental gravity room.
The master and apprentice made their way to a shady spot, to set their things down and rest their arms for a bit. Charles put his hands on his hips, observing the diverse group of martial artists. A smile began to develop, as the manic side of him began to speak in his mind.
"Oh, this is gonna be really fun! We never got to try out gravity training before, even when we were in the Marines! I wonder what it'll be like for us? I hope it's exciting," it gleefully stated.
Even the dementia thought this was an interesting idea. It thought, "So long as we don't hurt our ankles or get smacked on our scars, I don't care what we do. If we get injured there, we'll beat the hell out of whoever hurt us."
Charles cringed for a moment at the thought of injuring his ankles. He had no idea why, but for some reason, he had weak ankles. The thought of landing on his feet the wrong way sickened him a bit, but who knows, he may be able to strengthen them through this training. He was very optimistic about this little gig that they were going to be doing, overall.
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Post by Android 18 on Jun 1, 2011 15:45:04 GMT -6
Android 18 tucked a lock of her golden blond hair behind her left ear before returning her arm to its initial folded-across-the-chest position. She was quite easily the smallest person in this entire line. 18 was surrounded by at least two dozen men and women who were all six feet or taller, in the three-hundred pound range, and had huge, rippling biceps and triceps. Meatheads, the lot of them.
All of them, including Number 18, were here to hopefully be chosen for the opportunity to test out the new gravity room that had been developed by Capsule Corp. Normally the cybernetic femme fatale wouldn't dare waste her time with such foolishness. That she could beat any of the steroid monkeys around her without so much as gaining a scratch meant she'd receive no battle pleasure from the experience. This was all done for the love of money. Oh, what 18 wouldn't do for some Zeni.
"The nail shop's a block over, sweetheart," said a large man with orange hair. He towered two feet over the Android, but she didn't care. Rolling her eyes and turning away from him, she chose not to dignify his comment with a response. If only two people were being chosen to test the new technology, she'd better be one of the lucky couples. "Having to endure idiocy this out of control should be a crime."
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Post by Charles Poe on Jun 1, 2011 20:56:20 GMT -6
There was a lot of chatter going on from the group of men and women. Some were talking about some great feats they called, while others were arguing with each other, giving some death glares, and yet, there seemed to be a few individuals curious about the machine and were talking about it. On the sidelines, Charles and his master rested, both meditating and waiting for the scientists to come out.
Charles's eyebrow was twitching a little bit, as a vein appeared on his head. He was starting to get annoyed by the constant chatter. Couldn't there be one event where people could just wait patiently without tension developing in the air? He rose on his feet and stretched himself out, cracking several bones throughout his body. Xin spoke quickly, telling his apprentice in a cold demeanor, "You'll keep yourself under control, Charles... I can't keep you out of military hands if you go crazy here."
"Yeah yeah... I'm just gonna go make a check up on how much longer we have to wait," Chuck stated, sounding quite irritated. He was feeling very tense while waiting. He snuck through the crowd of men and women. As Charles made his way through, he noticed a large man near the front entrance, antagonizing a blonde woman. The woman spoke loud enough for the man that was antagonizing her to hear. Charles heard the woman and chuckled a little bit.
The man glared at her, blurting out his anger, just as a woman in a long white coat opened the door. He punched the wall behind the blonde and cracked it slightly. He was not aware of the woman that had just walked out.
"Wha' was tha', bitch!"
The scientist crossed her arms and tapped her foot, while coughing to clear her throat and get the man's attention. He turned towards her, giving her the same look, but then came to his senses and looked a bit baffled. He tried to make up a reason, while he stuttered like a child.
The scientist unraveled her arms and move her hands into her pockets. She pulled out a walkie talkie and hit a button on it. Amplifiers began to screech on megaphones on the front door, causing most of the group to groan in pain. Charles and his master and a few others didn't do so. She rose the microphone to her mouth and spoke into it.
"Good evening everyone. I apologize for the wait. We were working on a few bugs the machine had before. Rest assured, these bugs won't occur during your time in the room with the machine. To test it, we will be needing two people to test it. Before you all start to bum rush this location, I will say that I am going to be choosing these two individuals, rather than see a bunch of people rush in this building to try and find the machine. Now line up everyone and I will make my choices now."
The group of people didn't comply. They whispered to each other for a bit, wondering what she meant. The scientist, getting impatient, shouted into the walkie talkie, "Well? Line up, damn it!"
This time, they complied. They quickly began to line up, setting up in two rows. Charles walked over to the front line and stood at its left end. The woman looked around a bit and took a quick note of the blonde woman. She smiled and happily said, "So nice to see you, Mrs. 18. I take it you're here for the offer? If so, you definitely are allowed it, since your a close family friend to my employers."
She signaled 18 to head inside, while making her way over to the group of people. She examined each one closely, taking note of each person's height, gender, and build. The woman didn't say anything to the people in the group, including the one man that had been near the front and damaged part of the building. The man had been shaking a little bit and had been standing straighter than a pencil on its tip.
"One thing's for sure, that brute is not getting in here," she thought in her head, as she passed him. She made her way down to Charles, who had been standing like a soldier with a smile on his face. Charles was silently laughing at the man that embarrassed himself in front of the woman. She passed Charles up, looking him dead in the eye, then examining from head to toe. Afterwards, the scientist made her way down the other line.
As she reached the end and examined the last individual, she started to move back towards the front door. As she did so, she looked at Master Xin and called out, "Excuse me. Are you here for the job here?"
Master Xin opened his eyes and looked at the woman with a smile, stating, "Oh, not really. I'm just here with that young man at the end over there in the front with the army clothes."
"I see... In that case, I shall announce my decision."
She made her way to the front entrance once more and flicked the switch on the walkie talkie once more, letting the machines screech again. She spoke into, as she pointed to Charles, "Everyone but that man on the far end in the front with the army clothes and the old man leave or else you'll be forced off the premises..."
As the group made moaned in disappointment and began to leave, the woman spoke into the device again and pointed at the man with the orange hair.
"YOU! The tall guy with the orange hair! You don't get to go anywhere just yet!"
The man she was talking to stopped immediately and slowly turned toward her. He a dumb smile on his face as he responded, "Uh... Ye-yes, ma'am?"
She flicked the walkie talkie off and marched over to the man. She glared at him and ordered the man, "You're paying for the damage you did to that wall over there and you're going to apologize to the woman you threatened or else there will be severe consequences! Am I clear?"
Charles had made his way back over to Master Xin and picked up all the items the acquired from the market. He smiled at his master and stated, "This works out quite well. It looks like we'll be able to see what this is like together, eh, master?"
Xin nodded and rose to his feet, picking up 4 of the 8 bags. Charles did the same and the two walked to the front entrance and entered. They followed the woman, while examining the interior. It was richly designed and seemed to have some form of advance tech left and right.
(Oh man... This is a long part 2 of introduction. This should be the last thing involving it. You can lead us into the gravity room, if you want, 18.)
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Post by Android 18 on Jun 2, 2011 17:25:30 GMT -6
"What what that, bitch?" Eighteen didn't so much as flinch when the large, orange-haired Neanderthal punched the wall behind her, chipping the paint and cracking the cement. With a roll of the eyes she dismissed his antics; small minded muscle bums like this character were always trying to compensate for their lack of intellect with their overgrown muscles. If he was trying to intimidate her, he'd failed utterly. Why should she fear a human that didn't even break into the top ten of the world's strongest humans? She knew that not responding actually incited him more than insulting - so she kept her mouth shut and her face turned forward.
A lab assistant emerged from Capsule Corp to quell the multitude. She certainly knew how to take charge; her stare was enough to get the buffoon bothering 18 to behave. As she began to speak on her P.A. system, the sound of her amplified voice was enough to make some cover their ears. The blue eyed cyborg was able to keep a straight face throughout it all, hearing the instruction to form a line and then moving into position accordingly. "So nice to see you, Mrs. 18. I take it you're here for the offer? If so, you definitely are allowed it, since your a close family friend to my employers."
Stepping forward and not blinking at the same time, she displaced herself from the line and went on ahead to the entrance into the corporation. Many would groan in agony because just like that, one spot opening was gone - and all because the pretty blond girl knew the owners. If only they knew that the lot of them didn't stand a chance against her anyway; her being chosen really didn't matter. The lab assistant was doing a favor to anyone not chosen to spar with Eighteen.
She could hear the employee outside speaking while she waited just inside of the door for the second competitor and the assistant herself to lead her to the gravity room. Within a few seconds Number 18 could see hopefuls whose hopes had been dashed walking by the large glass doors, heading back off to wherever they'd come from. So the decision had been made. A moment later, in came the lady in the lab coat, two men carrying packages (one of them would be her spar mate), and the brute with the fiery hair. He approached Eighteen, looking down and stumbling over his words a little. He knew not of Eighteen's capabilities, so he wasn't stumbling out of fear; he stumbled because he was scared of the severe consequences that had been posed to him in the lab assistant's ultimatum. "Ummm... I sor-"
"Save it." There were more important things to do than listen to his apology. She didn't accept it and he didn't mean it, so it was best that he just moved on with his petty life. The lab assistant pointed to the door, signing that he could leave now before beginning to walk down the corridor and stopping at a room at the end of the hall. The door was huge; Eighteen was sure that this was the place.
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Post by Charles Poe on Jun 3, 2011 0:18:53 GMT -6
"Now please exit the premises or else you'll be forced off, ya big buffoon," the assistant yelled. The giant man scurried out of the building, before anything bad could happen to him.
She turned toward Charles, 18, and Master Xin and let out a relieved breath. She placed both of her hands together and asked in a happier tone, "So, shall we get started?"
The scientist walked ahead of the group and started to ramble on about something about company policy and how they like to provide the best technology for everyone to use. Charles was focused on the technology being used around him. Less than half of it was recognizable to Charles. Whatever this 'gravity' machine was like, it must've been very powerful.
They reached a door at the end of the hallway, upon which the assistant stated, "You're not gonna want those when you go in, so I'll ta-"
"I'll take those, Chuck. You should get yourselves warmed up and test each other while you're in there," Master Xin suggested, as he took Charles's bags. Charles shrugged before walking in, not saying a word. The door seemed a bit heavy, but it was still easy to open.
He walked into white room and noticed gym equipment spread throughout the room. The room was relatively larger than the open space outside. While it intrigued Charles, he had to get ready for whatever this machine did. From the sounds of it, the machine altered the amount of weight in a general area, in this case being the entire room. How it altered it, though, was the part he had to find out about.
He made his way close to the center of the room and started making his stretches, cracking a few bones as he did so from all the waiting. He turned around, to look at the blonde woman that was to be in the room with him. He asked her, "Well, since we're in here, you wanna spar for a bit?"
He put hands on his hips and waited for the woman's response. As he did so, a button flicked on and the voice of the assistant came out.
"Alright, we're going to activate the machine now. To make sure you can stand the amount of weight being given, we'll be setting the machine to double Earth's gravitational force."
The microphone quieted after being flicked off. A strange humming sound of a machine started to tickle Charles's ears. Then everything went silent for a moment. Charles raised an eye brow and looked around. He asked, "Is that i-"
He stopped short, feeling a massive amount of weight be put upon him. He was crouching on the ground and started to curse for a bit. This was a tad unexpected for the Ex-Marine. He was having difficulty staying on his feet. He felt his ankles shaking quite a bit under the amount of weight.
"Shit... Shit.... Shit..."
Charles groaned as he focused on lifting hands up higher. This was a very difficult challenge to accomplish. As he did so, the microphone rang, the voice of the assistant coming on. She sounded worried, as she stated, "Uhm... You guys aren't going to like what I'm going to have to tell you, so here it goes: It turns out that... Uhm... The machine only does intervals of 5 when increasing the gravity."
Charles gasped for air, letting his arms go limp for a moment. He shouted out, "Why didn't you tell us earlier?! This is a hell of a lot to handle!"
He groaned again, lifting his arms up once more. It felt as though his arms were going to tear off at his shoulders from the heavy weight. He raised his hands up to his shoulders in fists and began to try on walking. He had to drag his feet on the floor and, unfortunately, found it difficult do to the rubber on his boots. He almost tripped at one point, but he recoveredfast enough to keep on his feet.
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Post by Android 18 on Jun 3, 2011 10:14:47 GMT -6
Entering the Gravity Room, Android 18's arms were folded across her chest. She'd seen the room before; she'd trained under increased gravity's influence before. But sparring would be interesting, to say the least. It would be nice if the opponent were stronger - she'd read his Power Level, and it was considerably lower than her own. Maybe she'd take it easy on him... no, she wouldn't. But she would toy with him for a while.
When asked if she'd like to spar, she replied with, "That's the plan." She didn't come in here to stare at one another. She gazed at him as he did his warm-up routine, lowering her head and giggling before she tucked a lock of hair behind her hair. "Alright, we're going to activate the machine now."
Eighteen was capable of sustaining the increased gravity. Her spar partner, though, obviously didn't handle it well for whatever reason. He crumbled under the pressure, cursing the lady and her technology. "Oh, brother. You sure you're up to this, kid?" She took a fighting stance with ease compared to the complications that Charles was experiencing while trying to maneuver. Hopefully he wouldn't shy away from the challenge she presented.
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Post by Charles Poe on Jun 5, 2011 21:10:46 GMT -6
(Sorry about the wait. I got called away for a little bit, but I'm back now.)
Charles looked up at the girl and tried to put on a smile, as he laughed falsely, trying to make it seem like it wouldn't be that bad for him. He started to lift his body up, so that he could stand straight. He lifted his arms up as he did, to get his whole body adjusted to this weight. He wanted to get adjusted to this gravity and strengthen himself in whatever way he could.
"Yeah, I am... Just give me a bit, miss," Charles stated, as he raised the pointer finger up on his right hand. He turned his body left and lurched forward with his right foot. He had to get adjusted to this gravity, if he were to at least have some sort of sparring partner, at the very least. He heavily placed his foot down on the gravity and started to move with the other. What he would do first is learn to walk under this force.
His left foot began to twitch uncontrollably as he moved it. This was due to the fact that Charles had weak ankles, despite the fact that he had been through military training and currently been training under Master Xin. He stopped moving for a moment, to wait for the right moment to place his foot down. His foot was acting like an animal fighting to get out of a trap for a little bit.
"Stupid fucking ankles! Why were we born with these weak shits? Why can't they just act normal," the dementia asked distraughtly, as Charles waited for the foot to settle down. It wanted to tear his feet off, so that he could replace them with better ones, but Charles, himself, wanted to strengthen them so that they wouldn't be a problem.
The foot finally stopped, allowing Charles to continue moving. Sweat was erupting all over Charles just from balancing all his wait on his right foot. He placed the weight down on his left foot and began to raise his knee up. He was going to try shadow sparring for a bit, to adjust. He spoke, telling the woman, "You could do other things in here, while I focus on adjusting to this. It would probably help lead to better payment at the end of this."
He placed the foot down fast and lunged forward with left fist level with his 'invisible' sparring partner. After that, he twisted his body counter clockwise and shot a hook with his right hand at the air. He then used all of his strength to spin around and send a heavy roundhouse kick with his left foot. He slammed his foot on the ground, huffing and puffing as he did so. He felt himself getting adjusted to the gravity, but it still wasn't enough.
He sent a few 'quick' jabs level with his head and fired an upper cut with his right hand, taking another step forward as he did so. Charles set himself up in a fighting stance, spreading his feet apart and raising his open hands up in front of himself. He took in a gulp of oxygen and exhaled deeply. Two quick, open palmed strikes were sent in front of him, which were then followed up by a quick poke with his right foot. He slammed on the ground and turned himself around quickly, sending a quick, back handed punch to the air once more.
"Come on, adjust already, body of mine! You've almost got it," Charles thought in his head. A lot more speed was being held back by this gravity. He wanted to be on equal terms with this woman, or what he'd been expecting to be something close to equal terms. At any rate, if he could adjust to this gravity fully, that would put him a step of a lot more people.
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Post by Android 18 on Jun 7, 2011 0:25:15 GMT -6
Android 18 would yawn when the man suggested she should maybe try other things while he prepared himself for combat. For a human, he was strong - she'd give him that. Most men would turn into jello under these conditions, but he was at least still functioning properly. "We don't get paid unless we fight, you know? And I'm not leaving until I get paid." The harsh, sensual, bossy, graceful voice of the blue-eyed cyborg were meant to sound just a little intimidating. Maybe she could rush him and his kinesthetic exercises by letting him know that the longer she was kept waiting, the more ticked off she'd be when it came time to actually engage in friendly combat.
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Post by Charles Poe on Jun 7, 2011 17:17:09 GMT -6
Charles stopped shadow sparring and wiped his brow of some sweat. Granted, there was still sweat developing, but there was an itch developing because of it. Charles turned himself towards the woman, feeling close to how he normally would, though he could still feel the difference in weight.
"Well, if you're sure you don't want to warm up, then I guess now would be good," Charles stated, in a questioning tone. He rose his hands up in front of him once more, open handed, and spread his legs out once more. They were, at first, feeling like they would collapse under him, but, after shadow sparring for a good amount of time, the feeling lessened greatly.
He spoke one more time, confidently welcoming her to have the first strike. The type of fighter Charles had become was a defensive type, waiting for a moment when the opponent opened themselves for attack unknowingly and hit their weak spot. However, since this was a friendly spar, he would have to go on the offensive every now and again, incorporating the Marine style of Muay Thai.
"Come on. I'm ready for whatever you've got, Mrs. 18."
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Post by Android 18 on Jun 7, 2011 19:21:04 GMT -6
"I guess so," Eighteen said with a sly grin, happy that things could finally begin to get underway. The human began to take a fighting stance and the cyborg took this time to read him over. Power Level - impressive for a human, but laughable by her standards. His vitals were running a little high thanks to that work little workout he'd just indulged in.
This would be fun. Eighteen wasn't out for blood or anything, so there wasn't even a need to use all of her strength. To toy with him and earn her pay was all this would become. Taking a fighting stance of her own, Eighteen smiled at Charles, awaiting his first move. "Come on. I'm ready for whatever you've got, Mrs. 18." Oh, so he was giving her the first move? "And they told me chivalry was dead..."
She lunged forward with one solid punch aimed at the gut. She wouldn't perform a series of strikes or a combo move just yet; one hit to gauge his reaction was all she needed.
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Post by Charles Poe on Jun 7, 2011 19:48:12 GMT -6
Charles smiled a bit, feeling both the dementia and the mania building up with his adrenaline. He then hid it, when 18 came at him with lunging punch, aimed at his gut. He sidestepped and sent a quick jab at 18's arm, making sure she would have to spin with it. Charles then lunged forward, aiming to hit her in the throat lightly with his finger. He wasn't going to harm 18 that much, since this was just a spar.
Charles hopped back and got back into his stance. He said to 18, "Don't come at me just like that. I could tell that you're a fast, strong fighter."
He focused himself on moving at a much more rapid pace than before. He moved out of sight, leaving in his place a hazy image of himself. Charles reappeared at 18's back, a few feet out of the woman's reach. He was going to gauge the woman's ability to perceive her surroundings. He lunged forward, aiming to tap her on the back of her neck and then leave behind another image of himself, to appear in front and land a barrage of eight strikes to her torso... or what he hoped to plan on doing
"Lets try a little something else," the manic side suggested rather forcefully, as it took over Charles's body for a little bit. He lifted himself off the ground, exerting more energy to keep himself afloat in this heavy gravity. However, he managed to stay so. He floated up behind her and turned himself upside down, so his hair hung. He crossed his legs and made sure he was looking 18 in her eyes, rather than her legs.
The manic Charles poked her blonde head with a grin on his face and revealed his location, stating, "You have a strange head, lady! I like it!"
(After Image used. He is currently in a joking form of mania.)
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Post by Android 18 on Jun 9, 2011 14:30:13 GMT -6
She could see that he was preparing to evade - a sudden spike in his heart rate had given him away. Eighteen's face stayed sober as stone while she anticipated a simple counter attack. Admittedly, she was pleasantly surprised by his comeback.
She was struck in the arm, but his jab wasn't powerful enough to send her spinning. He then lunged forward, striking her in the throat and causing her to reel back. The sensation she felt resembled more of an annoyance than pain; she was still sizing him up. "Who, little old me?" She gave a smirk intended to let him know that she was still just playing with him. Android 18 wasn't trying to psyche him out or anything - just let him know what he was truly up against. Just then, Charles disappeared from view. He's coming up the rear flank. Her sensors picked him up before she felt a tingle at her nape. He was only hurting himself to exert energy while trying to float under this gravity. As a human, he wasn't running on an unlimited energy source like the cyborg was.
As he poked the back of her head, the Android frowned. Perhaps he was getting a little too comfortable with himself and his abilities? "You should watch where you put your hands on a young lady," she stated in her monotone voice before vanishing from sight. Turning up the heat, so to say, the Android was determined to get this thing started for real.
As he was floating upside down, his entire gut and groin region lay exposed. Android 18 would sweep in with her knee lifted, aiming to bury it deep within his abdomen. And if he managed to catch and block that attack, it would be time to hit a 20-strike combo existing of 10 successive punches and 10 successive kicks. Earlier, he'd had a hard time maneuvering under these gravity conditions whereas she'd found no trouble in moving about. Hopefully that would play a role in her landing these last 21 strikes.
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Post by Charles Poe on Jun 9, 2011 16:43:21 GMT -6
As the woman spoke in her monotone voice, she vanished from sight. He wasn't expecting this woman to move so quickly. Charles quickly took back the controls from his mania in time to sort of block 18's knee blow. He held his hands in front of his abdomen and was sent towards the white wall. The human slammed into, spit flying out of his mouth upon impact.
"Shit... That one hurt," Charles thought, as he exerted extra energy to stand on his feet. His abdomen hurt a little bit, but it wasn't anything severe though. Charles stood and walked a few steps forward. He looked up at 18 and took up his fighting stance once more. He was breathing heavily, due to the physical exhaust from adjusting to this amount of gravity.
"That's it... I'm taking over now! This bitch needs to suffer!"
Charles's eyes widened, as he felt a large amount of pain shoot through his head. He brought his hands up to his head and started screaming in pain. He shook left and right, almost banging into one of the weights as he did. The voice of the woman came over on the microphone, her voice sounding concerned.
"Charles! What's going on?!"
He let out one final scream, finally letting his arms go limp and hang down. He was breathing heavily, his body heaving as he did. His body then started laugh, almost sounding demonic, in a way. His aura flared up, being colored a dark, fluorescent orange color. He looked up with a wide grin on his face. He whispered loudly, his tone changed from his happy, go lucky tone to one seemingly full of malice. Everyone would be able to notice this, especially Master Xin.
"My turn..."
He dashed forward, swinging his right fist at the woman's face wildly. After that, he left an after image of himself behind and sent a punch, directed at the woman's kidney, using the same wild strength he used to punch her face. After that, he sped out range of the woman's distance and cupped both of his hands behind him.
He started to charge electricity between his hands. The electricity started to build up rapidly, looking like only 1 volt appearing randomly, to practically a full ball of electricity. He shouted out, as he violently shot his hands forward, "Dragon...! BOLT!"
The electricity burst forward, shooting everywhere as a dragon-like wave of energy blasted at Android 18. The dragon roared just as violently as Charles as it flew at 18 with incredible speed. The ex-marine put much of his energy into this attack and would pass out, whether or not this attack landed. His consciousness would return to his normal self when he'd wake up from the energy exhaustion.
The microphone flicked on and the elderly, but powerful voice of Master Xin came on. He shouted, warning the woman, "Move out of the way now, woman!"
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Android 18
Middle Class Warrior
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Post by Android 18 on Jun 9, 2011 17:31:07 GMT -6
Eighteen's smirk stayed nowhere-to-be-found, even after her knee made impact. The intended result hadn't come out of the move, but what had happened was just as well. The inertia transferred through her to him would be enough to send him crashing into the wall of the room. She could see spit come flying out of his mouth as his back slammed into the large wall; decidedly, she wouldn't follow up with the 20-hit combo that she'd planned. It's just a friendly spar, you're here for the money. Do not kill. Eighteen was still slightly tilted forward, so she straightened herself up back to a vertical base and pushed a part of her behind her ear. She'd let him catch a breath - he could decide when they would start up again.
But when Charles began to scream out and shake around, even almost banging into a weight, Eighteen found herself unable to blink. "This looks like it could be good," she joked to herself as the assistant came onto the PA, asking Charles if everything was okay. Perhaps he wasn't really a human and was some alien about to perform a transformation? A quick scan of his Power Level once again determined that this was not the case - definitely a human.
"My turn," he said in a deeper, more ominous tone of voice. Eighteen bent a little, preparing herself to engage in martial combat once again. He sprinted toward her, but Number 18 found it easy to keep track of his movements. He swung wildly for her face and she placed both of her arms up in front of her countenance, blocking the blow. He disappeared again and sensors showed he was coming up behind her; he delivered a blow to her lower back and she grunted in annoyance. That had actually stung! Turning around to punch him in the face, she could only see the soles of his shoes as he sped away. But it wouldn't be long before she was in hot pursuit and gaining on him too.
It seemed as though with each second she was closing in on him. He wasn't as fast as she was, after all. But then he cupped his hands and began to charge electrical energy between his palms into something that resembled a miniature replica of the sun. So he wants to bring out the big guns, huh?! Eighteen had no idea of knowing that her sparring partner had... issues; all she knew was that what was supposed to be a friendly hand-to-hand had turned into an energy blast being thrown at her. Dragon Bolt!" he shouted at her before thrusting his hands at her and unleashing his beast of an attack at her.
The voice of the man who accompanied Charles yelled at Eighteen, warning her to get out of the way. "Like I'm dumb enough to just let it hit me." She rolled her eyes before - ZZZCHNG - she faded away, letting the electrical dragon zap a blur of her shadow. She found herself levitating at the top of the room. A move like that would tire a human like that out; he'd find it hard to reach her up here to engage in combat once again. With a bird's eye view, Eighteen would watch the attack go crashing into the wall, leaving one hell of a scorch mark. She'd look back to see Charles passed out on the ground, having exerted too much energy with the use of one attack. "Do I still get paid for this?" she inquired with a sour tone of voice as she descended from the upper part of the room. Her feet touched the ground just next to Charles's sleeping vessel of a body.
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Post by Charles Poe on Jun 9, 2011 19:16:28 GMT -6
The room was left scorch from Charles's powerful attack. The gravity was put back to its normal state, upon Charles being knocked out cold from physical exhaustion. He wouldn't be able to wake up until he had a good day's worth of resting. The megaphones, surprisingly still intact and functioning, flicked on once more, the assistant's trembling voice responding to 18's question. "Uh... Ye-yeah... Uhm... Is h-he alright?"As she asked that question, the door to the gravity room opened up. Master Xin, his face showing disappointment, observed Charles's unconscious body. He walked over and knelt next to him, placing his rough hand on his head. His expression remained unchanged, though that was not the case here. He spoke out, directing a question at the assistant. "Excuse me, Miss. Is there a room that we can borrow for the night here? It'll be too difficult to carry this man and all of our things back to my home."The assistant looked into the room, still dumbfounded at the event that occurred. She responded with a nervous, "Uh.. Uh huh...""Good, good... Mrs. 18. I would like to apologize for Charles's actions that you've witnessed. He received two unusual cases of dementia and mania during his time as a Marine. What you witnessed just now that was acting wildly was the dementia... Well, it doesn't really matter, for the deed is done and the beast has calmed down," Master Xin explained, letting out a relieved sigh. He lifted up the ex-Marine's body over his shoulder and bowed to Charles's sparring partner, before moving out of the room. (Alright, that be it for this thread. Lets do this again some time.  ) |
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