The table flipped into the air just past Zero’s knee, still exaggerating his chambered kick position while she did deft damage to his decor. He tossed his hands in front of him to recoil some of the force she slammed into it. They didn’t need to share a look, the only place for the table to go was toward him, and she applied a distributed force to send the whole thing straight into his body. It snapped in two around his body and rebuffed him back into the recliner he sat in before. The two halves skated across the checkered tiled floor before snapping back into place in front of her new stance. Zero chuckled as she adapted to the challenge, wondering how long it’d take to put her off her square or get her to quit, no matter how unlikely the latter was.
“…”
Zero clenched the right arm of the chair, pressing deep through the comfortable upholstery to get a solid grip on the wooden frame inside. Once his grip was firmly placed, he slung the whole piece of furniture about as close to across her face as he could, the whole piece clad in a cloak of electricity. He expected her to tank the hit and get launched down the long hallway towards a deeper stretch of the Atelier, leaving the shattered chair to rebuild itself in a snap behind him again. Playing with furniture was always fun when he didn’t have to rebuild it afterward and behind his visit from Qarinah, he really wanted to keep his workshop and new home clean. Trading blows with her gave him a nostalgic rush and made for a satisfying afternoon, but he couldn’t let her think she could come into his home and boss him around; he’d sooner slap her back in shackles before being strong armed into teaching her.
Discerning Asylum [End]
Re: Discerning Asylum
Okoye's form was picturesque. Sharp at the edges like sculpted marble. Not once did her gaze lose track of her opponent's; she was laser focused, dead center on an imaginary target she pinned right between his eyes. Her chest rose and fell watching the man adjust his mettle within his chair. Analyzing his twitches. Eventually her chest grew still, as if through her intense concentration, Okoye managed to conscript and prime every muscle fiber, every neuropeptide, every organelle in her body in preparation for her next move.
Even still, Zero's smile sent shivers down her spine. Tingles that reached all the way down to the balls of her feet before it shot back up, curling her lips toward her cheeks in excitement. It was the only part of her that didn't look lethal. But that didn't last long, as Zero was out of his seat and upon her moments into their ocular toast. His fingers tore splinters from its cushions until he found his grip and flailed the electrically charged home appliance toward the side of her head. It was effortless, from his seamless dismount to the sudden, swift display of brute strength. But Okoye was keen on adapting. More so than any foe she ever crossed, or any bounty she ever claimed. Whether they were vaunted Taijutsu masters, deadly CQC assassins, renowned Professional Champions, or unsightly bearish monsters. Okoye's physical capabilities were generational outliers that when put to the fire, consistently demonstrated why many considered her to be the best at what she did.
"..."
Granted, she did have her advantages.
Her body, a unique specimen of Mazoku Physiology, bestowed her with
abominable strength, along with enhanced reflexes, dexterity and durability. But her awareness of her biological gifts were less than ideal at this point in her life. In fact, they were for the most part inert up until today, her eighteenth birthday. In truth, Okoye found comfort in what she could attain through hard work but luckily martial arts had always come naturally to her. Diligence and practice may have sharpened her kit, but learning different disciplines of combat and meditation was something she prided herself in. However, it wasn't until her four year stint in prison that she developed perhaps her favorite ability.
There, contained upon one of the world's most notorious detention units, surrounded by the putrid underbelly of Vescrutia's most vile, Okoye was as obsessive then as she is now about gaining strength. Bettering herself in every conceivable way, as quickly and efficiently as possible. And with nothing else around in which to whet her skills, Okoye visualized her fellow inmates as living sandbags. One day out of every week, the young woman would escape from her cell and target a different, more dangerous prisoner to brutalize into submission before she was discovered the following day. She did this until the mention of her name haunted every chamber in the facility. However, this lust for progress landed her in padded rooms beneath a blanket of chains and darkness, for three years out of the four. In order to maintain her sanity, Okoye clung to her extensive research in meditation. Where in her mind, she would spar against imaginary foes until her physical body felt raw. In time, she learned to co-opt her photographic memory into a catalog of the deadliest fighters she had ever seen, who she would train against every day and every night. It was how she developed her eidetic reflexes. The ability to mimic any physical movement she'd seen at least once before, without ever having to practice them.
Although her mastery of the ability was quite fresh, Okoye was itching for an opportunity to utilize it in a live situation. Imagine her surprise when that opportunity came in the shape and form of the man before her. A obelisk of her childhood wonderment. She would use what he taught her then.. and now.
The time was nigh.. Okoye's body jolted to action as if triggered by Zero's display of wizardry. The arcing electrical appliance ripped through the air with screaming force, a sound only eclipsed by the impact of it shattering against Okoye's flesh. But she didn't just sit there and tank the attack. As mentioned, the young lady bore no intention of ever taking the defensive during this friendly duel. She was going to keep her opponent firmly pressed against the iron until this battle came to a close.
She leaned forward on her toes ever so slightly, timing her next move in perfect harmony with Zero's swing. At the point of collision, she dissipated into a pulverizing gust of color. Leaving only a smoldering footmark upon the checkered tiles from where she launched herself. This was Okoye's greatest impression of Zero's movements. Mimicking the speed and ferocity of living lightning and adopting it to her amorphous style of combat. Okoye had never moved so fast before. She employed every ounce of her strength into a single step toward her target, one mirroring the fluidity of the sentient storm she chose to challenge. But she couldn't control it. Moving so fast, so suddenly, she felt more subjected to her attack than her opponent. Her plan to move her muscles just as quickly as Zero, transformed her body into a ballistic weapon subdued by crushing velocity. To anyone but Zero, she was an invisible force of nature. But to someone as perceptive as he, it would look more like an ill formed tackle at his midsection. Still, a vector of pain nonetheless. If she connected, she'd try her best to transfer the momentum into a shoulder bash that would hopefully knock Zero into next week, but if she missed him.. Okoye was definitely flying directly through the wall behind him.
Even still, Zero's smile sent shivers down her spine. Tingles that reached all the way down to the balls of her feet before it shot back up, curling her lips toward her cheeks in excitement. It was the only part of her that didn't look lethal. But that didn't last long, as Zero was out of his seat and upon her moments into their ocular toast. His fingers tore splinters from its cushions until he found his grip and flailed the electrically charged home appliance toward the side of her head. It was effortless, from his seamless dismount to the sudden, swift display of brute strength. But Okoye was keen on adapting. More so than any foe she ever crossed, or any bounty she ever claimed. Whether they were vaunted Taijutsu masters, deadly CQC assassins, renowned Professional Champions, or unsightly bearish monsters. Okoye's physical capabilities were generational outliers that when put to the fire, consistently demonstrated why many considered her to be the best at what she did.
"..."
Granted, she did have her advantages.
Her body, a unique specimen of Mazoku Physiology, bestowed her with
abominable strength, along with enhanced reflexes, dexterity and durability. But her awareness of her biological gifts were less than ideal at this point in her life. In fact, they were for the most part inert up until today, her eighteenth birthday. In truth, Okoye found comfort in what she could attain through hard work but luckily martial arts had always come naturally to her. Diligence and practice may have sharpened her kit, but learning different disciplines of combat and meditation was something she prided herself in. However, it wasn't until her four year stint in prison that she developed perhaps her favorite ability.
There, contained upon one of the world's most notorious detention units, surrounded by the putrid underbelly of Vescrutia's most vile, Okoye was as obsessive then as she is now about gaining strength. Bettering herself in every conceivable way, as quickly and efficiently as possible. And with nothing else around in which to whet her skills, Okoye visualized her fellow inmates as living sandbags. One day out of every week, the young woman would escape from her cell and target a different, more dangerous prisoner to brutalize into submission before she was discovered the following day. She did this until the mention of her name haunted every chamber in the facility. However, this lust for progress landed her in padded rooms beneath a blanket of chains and darkness, for three years out of the four. In order to maintain her sanity, Okoye clung to her extensive research in meditation. Where in her mind, she would spar against imaginary foes until her physical body felt raw. In time, she learned to co-opt her photographic memory into a catalog of the deadliest fighters she had ever seen, who she would train against every day and every night. It was how she developed her eidetic reflexes. The ability to mimic any physical movement she'd seen at least once before, without ever having to practice them.
Although her mastery of the ability was quite fresh, Okoye was itching for an opportunity to utilize it in a live situation. Imagine her surprise when that opportunity came in the shape and form of the man before her. A obelisk of her childhood wonderment. She would use what he taught her then.. and now.
The time was nigh.. Okoye's body jolted to action as if triggered by Zero's display of wizardry. The arcing electrical appliance ripped through the air with screaming force, a sound only eclipsed by the impact of it shattering against Okoye's flesh. But she didn't just sit there and tank the attack. As mentioned, the young lady bore no intention of ever taking the defensive during this friendly duel. She was going to keep her opponent firmly pressed against the iron until this battle came to a close.
She leaned forward on her toes ever so slightly, timing her next move in perfect harmony with Zero's swing. At the point of collision, she dissipated into a pulverizing gust of color. Leaving only a smoldering footmark upon the checkered tiles from where she launched herself. This was Okoye's greatest impression of Zero's movements. Mimicking the speed and ferocity of living lightning and adopting it to her amorphous style of combat. Okoye had never moved so fast before. She employed every ounce of her strength into a single step toward her target, one mirroring the fluidity of the sentient storm she chose to challenge. But she couldn't control it. Moving so fast, so suddenly, she felt more subjected to her attack than her opponent. Her plan to move her muscles just as quickly as Zero, transformed her body into a ballistic weapon subdued by crushing velocity. To anyone but Zero, she was an invisible force of nature. But to someone as perceptive as he, it would look more like an ill formed tackle at his midsection. Still, a vector of pain nonetheless. If she connected, she'd try her best to transfer the momentum into a shoulder bash that would hopefully knock Zero into next week, but if she missed him.. Okoye was definitely flying directly through the wall behind him.
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Zero Venkage
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Re: Discerning Asylum
Okoye slammed into Zero before he recoiled his arm and sent both of their bodies flying. He expected a quick response, but she surprised him with the focused strike and red hot ferocity burning to be let loose in a full bodied tackle out of the pages of a sports publication. While he applauded her determination, he was using the decor as damage for a very particular reason, testing her resourcefulness within close quarters and taking advantage of its self repairing properties. She had a certain flair about her, the makings of a martial artist with the adaptability of a brawler, it reminded him of a friend he once knew in Fenri, a world class swordsman with the skills to fell an army in a single strike and the tenacity to throttle any foe unlucky enough to get within arm’s length of him. Her martial stance oozed confidence when the chair disintegrated against her solid, seething form, but the somewhat clumsy tackle took him completely by surprise.
Yikes, I better figure something out.
They smashed into the wall, quaking the bookcase all the way up to the third floor. The shockwave rippled through the shelves stretching around the perimeter of the workshop and forced them from their homes, before the atelier’s arbiter filled the air with a glossy glow, sliding them perfectly back into place. The leather chair had already snapped back into place before being pulsed by the concussive force of their collision.
He might have been at a disadvantage. Brute, physical force wasn’t his forte, although some would say his feats proved otherwise. His martial arts background from Elgin focused on the plyometric power generated from kicks and quick twitch movements, and his body was adapted to bracing that kind of force, he would rather dodge a punch than block and he’d block it with a kick before trying with his arms. His massive wellspring of Naten also added another destructive element to his combat prowess, but in close quarters, he often found himself overdoing it. Finding his sweet spot involved a delicate dance he did with his opponent and grappling rarely came up as a skill in the Elgin Style Archipelago Kata. All he knew, he learned from being thrown around, grounded, and pounded however rarely it occurred.
Leaned into the bookshelf and covered in the glassy aura within his workshop, Zero assessed his options for a split second, assuming it’d be harder to pry her arms from around him than to just take advantage of the situation she found herself in.
A grim smile crawled from cheek to cheek as he swiftly tried to throw his elbow under her shoulder and throat, trying to lock her in one of the few, basic submission holds he practiced.He wrapped his other elbow into his grip and pulled upward as hard as he could.
“…”
His eyes flashed with sinister amber hue and his pressure exploded into a raging current of electricity, an untethered pylon like a strike of lightning. The increased voltage started from his hands and engulfed his and Okoye’s bodies like a bolt parting the skies. Tendrils of electricity scoured and scorched the checkered tile floors and wooden shelves, the parchment of the ledgers giving Zero support scorched into a black crater under the conviction of his grip. For a whole second, his Naten roared from him like a tidal wave to scorch her away before she could get her bearings. If he was lucky she could be downed in the first hit of the shock. He still pressed her in the chokehold, but gave a respite to gauge if she could keep going or if he could let her loose. The charged a second pulse while he waited for her response, hopeful she’d lose her edge.
Yikes, I better figure something out.
They smashed into the wall, quaking the bookcase all the way up to the third floor. The shockwave rippled through the shelves stretching around the perimeter of the workshop and forced them from their homes, before the atelier’s arbiter filled the air with a glossy glow, sliding them perfectly back into place. The leather chair had already snapped back into place before being pulsed by the concussive force of their collision.
He might have been at a disadvantage. Brute, physical force wasn’t his forte, although some would say his feats proved otherwise. His martial arts background from Elgin focused on the plyometric power generated from kicks and quick twitch movements, and his body was adapted to bracing that kind of force, he would rather dodge a punch than block and he’d block it with a kick before trying with his arms. His massive wellspring of Naten also added another destructive element to his combat prowess, but in close quarters, he often found himself overdoing it. Finding his sweet spot involved a delicate dance he did with his opponent and grappling rarely came up as a skill in the Elgin Style Archipelago Kata. All he knew, he learned from being thrown around, grounded, and pounded however rarely it occurred.
Leaned into the bookshelf and covered in the glassy aura within his workshop, Zero assessed his options for a split second, assuming it’d be harder to pry her arms from around him than to just take advantage of the situation she found herself in.
A grim smile crawled from cheek to cheek as he swiftly tried to throw his elbow under her shoulder and throat, trying to lock her in one of the few, basic submission holds he practiced.He wrapped his other elbow into his grip and pulled upward as hard as he could.
“…”
His eyes flashed with sinister amber hue and his pressure exploded into a raging current of electricity, an untethered pylon like a strike of lightning. The increased voltage started from his hands and engulfed his and Okoye’s bodies like a bolt parting the skies. Tendrils of electricity scoured and scorched the checkered tile floors and wooden shelves, the parchment of the ledgers giving Zero support scorched into a black crater under the conviction of his grip. For a whole second, his Naten roared from him like a tidal wave to scorch her away before she could get her bearings. If he was lucky she could be downed in the first hit of the shock. He still pressed her in the chokehold, but gave a respite to gauge if she could keep going or if he could let her loose. The charged a second pulse while he waited for her response, hopeful she’d lose her edge.
Re: Discerning Asylum
Okoye was helpless against Zero's attack. But it was her own fault. She was overwhelmed from trying to mimic his speed and underestimated the volume of focus needed to control it. She did manage to catch him off guard though, which was a feat on its own, but she was moving too fast for her mind to properly react. She failed to land any sort of meaningful attack. Instead, her sloppy misstep resulted in a half-assed tackle that Zero tanked, and quickly folded her up in a headlock before she could gather her composure. It was a basic technique, but his understanding behind the fundamental mechanics of the hold equated his grip to a hydraulic lock. And the crux of the pressure laid on her trachea, so any resistance from her would only worsen the strangulation. She wanted to applaud him while her eyes bulged out. His strength was notable, but fortunately not beyond reproach for someone equipped with her talents. Profound might was a basic attribute of the Mazoku bloodline. Getting in close was the best case scenario in her opinion. And she was already regaining her bearings. It would take some work, but she invited this challenge of strength. She was prepared to flex her small, incomprehensible muscles and reverse his hold–
But then he started to glow..
"!!"
It began as a cobalt flicker that engulfed his palms before traveling through her body and erupting from her pores. It was difficult to describe being struck by lightning, but it was comparable to being roasted and boiled alive by a throng of nanosized blades of plasma. Each of them moving faster than light. Burning and piercing every functioning fiber and cell, all at once, over and over again. The maelstrom only lasted a second, but in that moment Zero released enough Naten to scorch molten craters along her newly lended threads and even charred her flesh tar black.
Her resistance went flaccid in the following seconds. Okoye hung like a corpse within Zero's ever constricting grip. Still, however, she never made a sound. Not even a peep as the currents slithered across her second degree burns. Just feint breaths smothered by the sizzle of epithelal tissue and cloth. She was still alive, and it was by no means a miracle.
Mazoku cells possess unique piezoelectric traits that reinforces integrity, function, density, and resilience in response to extreme levels of mechanical energy or latent heat. These innate traits allowed her kin to tread closer to death than any intelligent organsim would feel comfortable, but she couldn't remember the last time felt the weight of an actual lightning bolt. She'd been exposed to various sorts of electrical torture, she'd hunted game native to the chaotic realm of the Thunder Plains, and killed sorrcerors adept at storm casting. But never a natural lightning bolt. She never felt the real thing.. and this was the closest she'd ever been to it. Despite her biological gifts, Okoye couldn't take another hit like that again. At least not in her current condition. She'd been malnourished for the better part of the passed four years, and had recently exhausted herself during a twenty hour swim through predator infested waters just before arrived here. Okoye drastically overestimsted hrrself.. she was literally running off fumes and pride. Yet and still, she needed to land a significant blow.. now, if she wanted to last any longer in this duel, but she needed to wait for the perfect moment.
In the same moment, her free hand reached a handful of his nuts and exhibited her own pulverizing grip. She hoped the simultaneous debilitating strikes would be for her to loosen his hold enough for him to suplex him into the electrically charged tiles beneath them.. with EXTREME prejudice. Even if he released the second bolt in time, Okoye would not relent and she would not let go. Not until she felt his head slam into the ground.
But then he started to glow..
"!!"
It began as a cobalt flicker that engulfed his palms before traveling through her body and erupting from her pores. It was difficult to describe being struck by lightning, but it was comparable to being roasted and boiled alive by a throng of nanosized blades of plasma. Each of them moving faster than light. Burning and piercing every functioning fiber and cell, all at once, over and over again. The maelstrom only lasted a second, but in that moment Zero released enough Naten to scorch molten craters along her newly lended threads and even charred her flesh tar black.
Her resistance went flaccid in the following seconds. Okoye hung like a corpse within Zero's ever constricting grip. Still, however, she never made a sound. Not even a peep as the currents slithered across her second degree burns. Just feint breaths smothered by the sizzle of epithelal tissue and cloth. She was still alive, and it was by no means a miracle.
Mazoku cells possess unique piezoelectric traits that reinforces integrity, function, density, and resilience in response to extreme levels of mechanical energy or latent heat. These innate traits allowed her kin to tread closer to death than any intelligent organsim would feel comfortable, but she couldn't remember the last time felt the weight of an actual lightning bolt. She'd been exposed to various sorts of electrical torture, she'd hunted game native to the chaotic realm of the Thunder Plains, and killed sorrcerors adept at storm casting. But never a natural lightning bolt. She never felt the real thing.. and this was the closest she'd ever been to it. Despite her biological gifts, Okoye couldn't take another hit like that again. At least not in her current condition. She'd been malnourished for the better part of the passed four years, and had recently exhausted herself during a twenty hour swim through predator infested waters just before arrived here. Okoye drastically overestimsted hrrself.. she was literally running off fumes and pride. Yet and still, she needed to land a significant blow.. now, if she wanted to last any longer in this duel, but she needed to wait for the perfect moment.
Then he gave it to her. The chance she needed. The moment Zero was lulled to sleep by her possum play, Okoye weaponized her tail and aimed to wrap it around his throat. Quick and tight like boa constrictor. A sneak attack, complimented by another underhanded technique.He still pressed her in the chokehold, but gave a respite to gauge if she could keep going or if he could let her loose.
In the same moment, her free hand reached a handful of his nuts and exhibited her own pulverizing grip. She hoped the simultaneous debilitating strikes would be for her to loosen his hold enough for him to suplex him into the electrically charged tiles beneath them.. with EXTREME prejudice. Even if he released the second bolt in time, Okoye would not relent and she would not let go. Not until she felt his head slam into the ground.
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Zero Venkage
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Re: Discerning Asylum
Fucking tail!
His throat was clenched, balls wrenched, and lifted off the ground, unfortunately, like a feather. It was his blessing and his curse, a lithe, agile body that moved like a storm could still bend to the will of the mountain. His whole kit was designed for lightning fast, destructive strikes that overwhelm the opponent, using the element of surprise and building momentum to smite them into nothing. Okoye and her Mazoku lineage, freshly showered and barely recovered from her jailbreak, could still flex his physical form without a breaking a sweat. Maybe he charged her battery a bit with the shock and gave her a second wind, maybe she gave him a dire hit because there really are no rules in the real world and he left himself open. Either way, it hurt like hell.
His body started its descent to the ground, still gripped in pain and generally very surprised. The past three years made Zero an enemy of more than one lady, tossed him in more than his share of martial combat with them as well, and his first bell ringing came inside his own home. But her monstrous grip only failed to keep the scion of lightning in place for the full duration of her grapple. He caught much of the momentum forced upon him as he bolted from her grip, body clad in electricity, just beyond her reach. His body still bounced off the ground and sent a shockwave bouncing the table and chair up to eye level, pulsing through the checkered tiles shattered by his impact, every one of his monochrome shards streaked into the bookended perimeter as Zero spun out on his back in the floor.
"Ow."
The tiled shards that ripped apart the spines of the lined ledgers, gnawed into the artisan furniture, ground away at the hardwood like sandpaper. Zero spun on his back in the scorched crater at breakneck speed. He was silent, just taking in the state things. They could have traded blows forever, the hourglass returned to its original position upstairs going on 3 times by now, the timer never technically started. Staring at the ceiling twirling above him, he grumbled to himself in defiance.
Should have kicked her in her shit.
It went around in his head over and over again as the atelier started to piece itself back together. The scorched walls faded into ash, the stripped books grew their covers back, the furniture slid back into place and reupholstered itself, the tiles slid back into perfect formation. His shirt twisted around him as he slowly lost momentum, musing over the multitude of possibilities he closed off in electing to try something new, grappling with an Elv akin to a primate.
I should have seen the tail coming.
He should have seen the tail coming. The low blow definitely took him off guard, but he should have definitely seen the tail coming, it wrapped around his neck too easily. Her gargantuan grip on his crotch and the matching coil around his neck could only be escaped in a single movement. He spun his body clad in lightning like a snap of static to wrest himself free, but the trajectory of the strike couldn't be changed without risking ripping a body part off. It planted him square into the floor, just barely off the top of his spinal column with a ton of extra torque behind it. Now, slowing to a stop, he looked up at Okoye on the floor of his workshop, arms crossed in frustration.
"I should have seen the tail coming."
Belly up on the checkered floor of the atelier, Zero crossed his legs while pondering the complicated reality of the situation. She wasn't knocked out, he barely made it out of a "decisive hit" but it was definitely still a decisive hit, but he couldn't just drop everything and train her under any circumstances, there were too many things going on in the Neo, she couldn't just become his priority, not matter how much promise she showed. Her immaculate form, quick judgment and exhausting tenacity made for a terrifying student and a wise master if she could communicate well enough. He had everything she could utilize to achieve her goal of ruling the B'halian Empire and could use an ally like her as the Neo grows into its golden age. He just had to let things play out the way they would.
"Nice move tho."
His throat was clenched, balls wrenched, and lifted off the ground, unfortunately, like a feather. It was his blessing and his curse, a lithe, agile body that moved like a storm could still bend to the will of the mountain. His whole kit was designed for lightning fast, destructive strikes that overwhelm the opponent, using the element of surprise and building momentum to smite them into nothing. Okoye and her Mazoku lineage, freshly showered and barely recovered from her jailbreak, could still flex his physical form without a breaking a sweat. Maybe he charged her battery a bit with the shock and gave her a second wind, maybe she gave him a dire hit because there really are no rules in the real world and he left himself open. Either way, it hurt like hell.
His body started its descent to the ground, still gripped in pain and generally very surprised. The past three years made Zero an enemy of more than one lady, tossed him in more than his share of martial combat with them as well, and his first bell ringing came inside his own home. But her monstrous grip only failed to keep the scion of lightning in place for the full duration of her grapple. He caught much of the momentum forced upon him as he bolted from her grip, body clad in electricity, just beyond her reach. His body still bounced off the ground and sent a shockwave bouncing the table and chair up to eye level, pulsing through the checkered tiles shattered by his impact, every one of his monochrome shards streaked into the bookended perimeter as Zero spun out on his back in the floor.
"Ow."
The tiled shards that ripped apart the spines of the lined ledgers, gnawed into the artisan furniture, ground away at the hardwood like sandpaper. Zero spun on his back in the scorched crater at breakneck speed. He was silent, just taking in the state things. They could have traded blows forever, the hourglass returned to its original position upstairs going on 3 times by now, the timer never technically started. Staring at the ceiling twirling above him, he grumbled to himself in defiance.
Should have kicked her in her shit.
It went around in his head over and over again as the atelier started to piece itself back together. The scorched walls faded into ash, the stripped books grew their covers back, the furniture slid back into place and reupholstered itself, the tiles slid back into perfect formation. His shirt twisted around him as he slowly lost momentum, musing over the multitude of possibilities he closed off in electing to try something new, grappling with an Elv akin to a primate.
I should have seen the tail coming.
He should have seen the tail coming. The low blow definitely took him off guard, but he should have definitely seen the tail coming, it wrapped around his neck too easily. Her gargantuan grip on his crotch and the matching coil around his neck could only be escaped in a single movement. He spun his body clad in lightning like a snap of static to wrest himself free, but the trajectory of the strike couldn't be changed without risking ripping a body part off. It planted him square into the floor, just barely off the top of his spinal column with a ton of extra torque behind it. Now, slowing to a stop, he looked up at Okoye on the floor of his workshop, arms crossed in frustration.
"I should have seen the tail coming."
Belly up on the checkered floor of the atelier, Zero crossed his legs while pondering the complicated reality of the situation. She wasn't knocked out, he barely made it out of a "decisive hit" but it was definitely still a decisive hit, but he couldn't just drop everything and train her under any circumstances, there were too many things going on in the Neo, she couldn't just become his priority, not matter how much promise she showed. Her immaculate form, quick judgment and exhausting tenacity made for a terrifying student and a wise master if she could communicate well enough. He had everything she could utilize to achieve her goal of ruling the B'halian Empire and could use an ally like her as the Neo grows into its golden age. He just had to let things play out the way they would.
"Nice move tho."
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Okoye's response was just a string strangled breaths with her back tethered to the ground. Her body was still smoldering from Zero's bolt of lightning. Her skin was still blistering. She couldn't even hear anything beyond the unsettling sizzle of inner ears. But she did feel her opponent slam into the earth, and release his crushing hold on her wind pipe. The sheer joy she experienced from simply being able to fill her lungs again would have slapped a fat a smile on her face if she had any energy left to spare. But the girl was spent.. and breathing was the only thing she could focus on.
...
The young woman succumbed to her extensive injuries and passed out directly onto her face before she could even try to push herself up.
...
Then, she felt the ground shaking again. She still couldn't hear his words, so for a moment, she feared Zero was upon her. Her body struggled to roll over and unto her elbows so that she could see him in time to brace herself for the final blow. Her pride extended her body beyond its physical limits.. at this point, all she could do was endure."I should have seen the tail coming."
But she read his lips, and immediately began to count her lucky stars. Okoye was far too exhausted to properly sign or reply but alsp couldn't keep herself from smirking. Immediately bolstered with a confidence that had always been there. Her creased lips wet with conceit. Her face, bruised and battered, screamed "I knew I'd win..", and despite her fading consciousness, Okoye was going to scream it to the world. First, she was going to stand up and verify that she was fully awake, conscious, and victorious. Glory was something she was accustomed to, so bragging was beneath her. It would be enough to simply lift herself off checkered floor, look him in the eye, and shake his hand. But as much as she wanted to certify her skill and equate herself the obilisks of her childhood.. she couldn't move."Nice move tho."
The young woman succumbed to her extensive injuries and passed out directly onto her face before she could even try to push herself up.
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Zero Venkage
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Re: Discerning Asylum
Zero curled his knees to his chest and kicked up to his feet, patting himself down and readjusting his clothing. She looked like she was proud of herself, but very much exhausted. She looked like she needed another shower already.
“I guess we can discuss your membership when you wake up?”
Zero twirled his hand in her direction and her body lifted on a swirling tuft of air that carried her to the couch freshly reupholstered and in pristine condition. A blanket flowed into the room to cover her while she slept and he flopped into the recliner across from her. He leaned back and his fee propped themselves on the extended footrest, deciding to rest his eyes until she came to. But before committing to his snooze, he reached for a pen and pad to scribe a note for her, should he fall into a deeper slumber than he wanted to and she try to slip away quietly. On the paper, and in a particularly jovial font, he wrote:
“So, I can have your living space set up for tonight and you can decorate it however you want. C Team can’t wait to meet their new point man.”
It was followed by a smiley face just as jovial as the script and he folded it into a little frog, leaving it in her line of sight on the coffee table, provided she didn’t roll over too wildly. C Team consisted mostly of locals who enlisted to help with the establishment of Neo ARcturus with a focus on service and synergy with the people already there. They would definitely be able to give Okoye a well rounded view of the situation and she could decide if it was worth sticking around after fretting to know them. Zero intended to have her keep her word, but not if she was just completely disinterested in being a part of the crew. She could make her final call after her nap though.
“I guess we can discuss your membership when you wake up?”
Zero twirled his hand in her direction and her body lifted on a swirling tuft of air that carried her to the couch freshly reupholstered and in pristine condition. A blanket flowed into the room to cover her while she slept and he flopped into the recliner across from her. He leaned back and his fee propped themselves on the extended footrest, deciding to rest his eyes until she came to. But before committing to his snooze, he reached for a pen and pad to scribe a note for her, should he fall into a deeper slumber than he wanted to and she try to slip away quietly. On the paper, and in a particularly jovial font, he wrote:
“So, I can have your living space set up for tonight and you can decorate it however you want. C Team can’t wait to meet their new point man.”
It was followed by a smiley face just as jovial as the script and he folded it into a little frog, leaving it in her line of sight on the coffee table, provided she didn’t roll over too wildly. C Team consisted mostly of locals who enlisted to help with the establishment of Neo ARcturus with a focus on service and synergy with the people already there. They would definitely be able to give Okoye a well rounded view of the situation and she could decide if it was worth sticking around after fretting to know them. Zero intended to have her keep her word, but not if she was just completely disinterested in being a part of the crew. She could make her final call after her nap though.
Re: Discerning Asylum
When Zero awoke, he would find a note sitting adjacent to his own.
"..it's hard for me to say thank you, but.. you've been incredibly kind to me, and I plan to repay the favor. I will be back in three weeks. Also, I've borrowed one of your books. It is the Abridged Addition of Arcturus' Hall of Champions. I will return it as I report for whatever it you have planned for Team C.
P.S.
Team C needs a new name..
Okoye was gone, and so was the lovely fruit cups Zero previously laid out for her.
"..it's hard for me to say thank you, but.. you've been incredibly kind to me, and I plan to repay the favor. I will be back in three weeks. Also, I've borrowed one of your books. It is the Abridged Addition of Arcturus' Hall of Champions. I will return it as I report for whatever it you have planned for Team C.
P.S.
Team C needs a new name..
Okoye was gone, and so was the lovely fruit cups Zero previously laid out for her.