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Post by superkamiguy1 on Jun 30, 2024 21:15:39 GMT
The sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm, amber glow over the city. As the streetlights flickered to life, students began gathering at The Dynamo Dragons Martial Arts Dojo. The dojo, nestled in a quiet corner of the bustling city, was a sanctuary of discipline and strength. Inside, the air hummed with anticipation. The wooden floors gleamed under the soft light, and the walls were adorned with calligraphy and ancient weapons, a testament to the dojo's rich heritage. The scent of polished wood and faint incense filled the room, creating an atmosphere of calm focus. Sensei Clyde Grayson, the head instructor, stood at the front, his presence commanding yet serene. His eyes, sharp and wise, scanned the room, taking in each student with a nod of acknowledgment. Clad in a crisp white gi, the black belt around his waist symbolized decades of dedication and mastery. His body was a slab of muscle, pure steel, the body of a man who dedicated his life to martial arts and fitness. Among the students was Mei, a determined young woman in her teens. She had joined the dojo a year ago, seeking not just physical training but a path to inner peace. Her journey had been challenging, but she had grown stronger with each class, both in body and spirit. Next to her was Kai, a teenage boy with a fiery spirit and boundless energy. Though often impulsive, he had a natural talent for martial arts. Under Sensei Grayson's guidance, Kai was learning to harness his energy and channel it with precision. Maxwell stood in the Dojo alongside his friends and Dojomates his face still displaying uncertainty due to the fight he'd had at school today. He'd broken the rules, he knew it, and was currently working out how to tell Sensei. The class began with a bow, a gesture of respect and gratitude. Sensei led the students through a series of warm-up exercises, emphasizing the importance of breathing and balance. The rhythmic sound of synchronized movements filled the dojo, creating a sense of unity among the students. As the training progressed, Sensei Grayson introduced a new kata, a sequence of movements that simulated combat against multiple opponents. Mei moved with grace and determination, her every step a blend of power and elegance. Kai, with his characteristic enthusiasm, executed the moves with vigor, his focus unwavering. Maxwell, for his part, put away his worries and concerns for now and mirrored his Teacher's movements exactly as he was performing them. Hunter Peregrine 'Falcon' Wilder, as befitting his personality, was putting his own twist on the technique. Putting more power and flash into his movements. Sensei noticed this and chuckled. He would have to correct Hunter later but right now he let him have his fun as he tracked the rest of his students and advised them as the class went on. Once he finished the third round of repetition, he paused and gestured to Hunter. "Hunter! Front And Center!" "Yes Sensei!" He responded and stepped forward. "Hunter, bro, I saw what you did there. It was big and loud and flashy and impressive but you left yourself open with your movements. Remember to stay focused and disciplined." "Yes Sensei. Sorry." "It's alright. No harm done. Just keep practicing. Remember everyone: Martial arts is not just about physical strength," he said, his voice calm yet resonant. "It is a journey of self-discovery and discipline. Through practice, we learn to control not just our bodies but our minds and spirits." His words resonated deeply with the students. They understood that their training extended beyond the dojo, influencing their daily lives and interactions. It was a path of continuous growth and learning, a lifelong commitment to self-improvement. And that was why Maxwell chose that moment to step forward and confess. "Sensei? I have something to confess." "Oh really? Did something happen?" He took a deep breath and slooowly blew it out before he spoke up again. "I broke the rule about not fighting outside of the Dojo Sensei: I got into a fight at school." This caught the class off guard and they began muttering and whispering among themselves before Sensei calmly raised his hand and they stopped. "Well thanks for the confession but I'm going to need some details here. What happened?" "...Sensei, I gotta tell you, we had a wild day today. You see? It all started with blood bomb in a locker." And with that ominous lead-in out of the way, Maxwell explained the story of their bizarre school day leading up to his fight with Payne and then riding home in a hearse limo. "So, bottom line Sensei, I screwed up, I admit it, and I will accept the consequences for doing so." The Sensei took a minute to pause and digest all of this information before he spoke up again. "No Harm Done." Maxwell's eyes widened. "Seriously? But Sir...I thought that it was wrong of us to do that?" "Alright Class Listen Up!" Sensei Clyde called out to the class. "Yes, it's true that I don't want you to go around starting fights with people and that I would prefer you avoid getting into them all together, but here at D3 we train in Martial Arts for discipline, self-betterment, and self-defense. I don't want you to start a fight, and I have taught you conflict resolution techniques, but the truth of the world is that not everyone is going to listen to your words and that some people will attack you regardless. When that happens? You utilize your training and defeat your opponent, swiftly, decisively, and with only as much force as is necessary, then get out of there." Clyde explained to them. "Also be sure to have your Lawyer's Number ready after just in case." Clyde joked. This got him some laughs. "I mean it guys, look it up, legal fees are a pain. Do you understand what I'm saying Maxwell? You did not start that fight, you tried to diffuse the situation, and you defended yourself as necessary when words failed, then you got out of there after he went down. You did nothing wrong and I'm proud of you. But, like I said, be prepared to contact a lawyer just in case." Maxwell sighed with relief as an enormous weight was lifted off of his shoulders. "Oh thank you! Thank you Sensei!" "Chin up, Maxxy, you did the right thing. Now what is it I'm always saying class, huh? BE A BADASS!" "BUT DON'T BE A BULLY, SENSEI!" "That's right! That's right! That 's it exactly! Now who's ready to get back to work?" "WE ARE SENSEI!" "Alright! That's what I like to hear! Now everybody get ready because I'm going to be putting you kids through your paces! Lets resume!" The students got to work following his guidance in practicing the intense Kata Forms of the D3 Dojo. Each movement was precise and deliberate, a dance of power and grace that required unwavering focus and unyielding determination. Each fluid movement echoing through space like poetry in motion, unleashing awe-inspiring strikes that carried raw power tempered by grace as though they embodied both dragons furies and serenity itself. In and of itself, kata is a record of movement. It allowed them to pass along a series of movements, and to practice those movements until they become automatic, and to enable them to perform those movements powerfully and efficiently. Once they finished their Kata Practices, they bowed and relaxed. "Alright! That was fun, right? Take five with your breathing exercises and then we'll move onto some light sparring." "YES SENSEI!" The students finally parted and took a breather and Hunter poked Maxwell. "Yo." "Bro did you seriously take on T.T.P. and freaking win?" "Yeah, well, I think so. I definitely fought him." Maxwell commented and rubbed his arm. "I've got the bruises to show for it too but as for whether or not I won...well...I'm not entirely sure. Something weird happened after Noire showed up." "Weird how?" "He collapsed. Like, I'm strong, I'm fast, I'm good, I'm really good, but you've seen the size of that guy, right? Tyler's a giant and I'm pretty sure he's roided out. I hit him. I admit that. I hit him hard. But not that hard...like...you just had to see it man. It was freaking weird. We were in the middle of fighting, and I was doing good, I just want to point that out, but then Noire walked past us, Tyler tried to grab her and then...he just dropped. He dropped like a hammers man. And that look on his face...it was...I don't even know how to describe it. It's worse than being in pain. He was in agony, man." "Damn. For real?" "For real real. And whatever hurt him? It hurt him so badly that he was down and out. He couldn't even chase me after we left." "Huh." Hunter paused to think it over. "Maybe he had a cramp or did you hurt his leg?" "No. No this was different. Something hurt him in a way that I didn't even think was possible." "So what? Did she do some kind of voodoo hoodoo witchcraft on him?" "I don't know. Like I said I've never seen anything like that." Maxwell admitted. "Are we talking about Noire Nightshade?" Mei asked as she walked over to the pair. "As in the crazy goth chick who took down The Dynamite Divas and blood bombed the locker?" "Y-yeeeaaahhh...she did, in fact, take down Jade and her posse and is all but confirmed to have carried out the locker bombing." " Holy shit." Hunter muttered quietly. "How do you even pull that off?" "There are cameras everywhere in school and you'd need the code to get into a locker in the first place. By all sense of logic there's no real way for her to pull that off." "Unless..." Mei raised her hand. "Unless there were some payoffs." "Woah, hey, that's a Jade move. Noire wouldn't do that." "I don't know man. Wasn't she beefing with Phoebe beforehand anyway? Which, to be fair, everybody has at one point or another, but you know how out there Noire is. She's not the only Goth at our school but even they're intimidated by her. And have you heard the rumors about the others? Hey, hey, Maxwell. Bro. I know you're a good kid. You're one of the nicest and most honorable guys I know. So I'm going to go out on a limb and assume you're extending a hand to her to reach out to Noire and be her friend because you know she needs one. You're doing a good thing. But don't underestimate Noire, alright? If she really did the locker bombing then she is Capital S-Scary. You're handling a hand grenade here bro." Hunter explained to him. "Besides...nobody deserved that. Not even Phoebe. I don't care about Jade getting her tail kicked, as long as she's still alive to learn from her mistakes, but that blood locker trick? That was insane." Mei added to the conversation. Maxwell paused for a moment and sighed. "Fuuuu...huuuhhh...." He placed his head in his hands and sat down. "Alright, ah, give me a minute. Just let me have a minute." He paused for a moment to gather his senses and get his thoughts in order. "Alright, look, I know she's...rather out there. Really out there. But I think we can help her. Just help her come back over to the light. Noire...look, I know that her family is...different...but you know? I think we can help her. She might just be lonely. If we help her, if we become her friends, then maybe we can really make a difference in her life." he looked at both of them. "And you know, keep an eye on her, make sure that nobody else gets blood bombed like that. Also, we need to sign a card for Phoebe and check in on her and the other kids who were caught up in the...can we even call that a prank? What would you call that?" "An attack." Mei responded. "Right. We'll check in on her and the others." He sighed. "I just wanted to help her." "I know Max. I know. You're a good man. But hey. You're not alone in this. You've got us. You've got your friends. We'll help you figure all this out." He told him as he crouched down next to him. "Just promise me that if you see any read flags, if it looks like she's going to be dangerous, you'll listen to your gut and get the hell out of there." "I promise. I promise." He swore. "Cool. That's the spirit bro. So bro! Are you read to throw hands?" "Hell yeah I am." "Alright! Alright! Come on up, Dragon Prince! Lets rumble!" Maxwell got back up to his feet, backed up, bowed and then he and Hunter got ready to spar. The quick match between the pair began and Hunter went at him with a quick barrage of boxing inspired punches but Maxwell began dodging and weaving expertly utilizing his impressive footwork and agility to evade Hunter's punches and leaving him striking empty air. Hunter was a scary fast striker, one of the fastest in the Dojo with rapid fire punches like a machine gun, but when Maxwell was focused on the task at hand he was the most skilled among them. It was more impressive considering the fight he had with Payne earlier even if he'd time to rest since then. Hunter kept the pressure on him though and continued to throw hands while Maxwell focused on his evasive maneuvers to move around him in a general circle while continuing to bob and weave and dodge and slip his punches until he found the opening he was looking for and went on the attack with two quick palm heels, one to each side of Hunter's face, from which Hunter recovered, and then he tried to counter attack him but Maxwell was on the attack now! He quickly parried Hunter's quick barrage of punches, grabbed his arm, pulled him downwards and then he got in close and dropped an elbow on his back! Hunter straightened back up and recovered and tried to attack him again but Maxwell hooked his arm and did the same thing dropping another elbow on his back followed by throwing him and causing him to back off, gave an outside chop to his neck and then he kicked Hunter in the gut and dropped him. Maxwell waited for Hunter to recover and then he walked over to him and offered his hand. "You alright?" "Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. It's all good." He laughed and accepted Maxwell's hand up and brushed himself off. "I wanted to be sure that you were good to go after your fight this afternoon but it looks like there was nothing to worry about." He chuckled. "I'm good to go and it looks like you are too. So I'm going to go ahead and start putting in some real effort in." "Heck yeah man! That's what I'm talking about! Lets go, bro!" The match continued and Hunter attacked again with another flurry of blows this time mixed in with a couple of kicks. Maxwell dodged his punches and defended against his kicks, clearly focusing on his evasion but incorporating blocks and parries now, as they both moved around each other. Maxwell met Hunter's oncoming wide hook with his forearm, met the follow up incoming elbow with his forearm, retaliated with a right cross that Hunter dodged and he countered with a left roundhouse kick towards the head that Maxell shut down with an inside forearm block, then struck at Hunter with a fast past punches and kicks of his own but Hunter dodged and weaved around Maxwell's attacks and countered with strikes of his own that Maxwell continued to shut down so Hunter switched it up in favor of a few straights and round kicks that Maxwell evaded, parried and deflected before he landed a left palm heel to his cheek again followed by grabbing Hunter and pulling him down and kneeing him in the gut a few times, dropping some elbows on his back, shoving him forward and then he grabbed the back of his Gi, yanked him upwards and kicked out his feet and slammed him to the mat before dropping a punch towards his stomach but Hunter caught his fist and finally managed to punch him in the face with the follow-up uppercut. Maxwell took it like a champ though and backed off laughing. "Got me good with that one!" "Never underestimate a Hunter, my friend! We're full of surprises!" He laughed as he recovered and got back up on his feet. "I'll say. Yowza. You still good to go?" "Always man. You know I'm a tank!" "Tank Bird!" He declared. "The Iron Hunter!" They laughed together, recovered and began exchanging attacks again! Maxwell executed a series of complex kicks that seemed to blur in the air while Hunter responded with a mesmerizing display of acrobatics to dodge them that seemed to come right out of a gymnastics routine! The two martial artists moved with such grace and precision that it almost seemed as if they were engaged in a choreographed dance. They chased each other around for a bit before they backed off of each other and then Hunter attacked him with a dazzling display of chops, punches and kicks but Maxwell expertly and skillfully dodged, weaved, parried and blocked all of them! None of Hunter's attacks could get through his guard all while Maxwell patiently waited for the right moment until he found his opening and then he slipped in close, elbowed Hunter in the gut to force him to back off and then he stepped in and delivered a punishing flurry blast of punches to his mid-section that forced Hunter to double over. Then Maxwell grabbed the back of his Gi again, pulled him upwards, kicked out his feet once more and slammed down on the mat but this time Maxwell got on top of him and threw a punch that stopped in front of Hunter's nose. Then Maxwell smirked and honked it. Hunter just laughed and tapped out. "That was awesome bro. I give."
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Post by superkamiguy1 on Jul 18, 2024 20:36:33 GMT
"Weird how?" "He collapsed. Like, I'm strong, I'm fast, I'm good, I'm really good, but you've seen the size of that guy, right? Tyler's a giant and I'm pretty sure he's roided out. I hit him. I admit that. I hit him hard. But not that hard...like...you just had to see it man. It was freaking weird. We were in the middle of fighting, and I was doing good, I just want to point that out, but then Noire walked past us, Tyler tried to grab her and then...he just dropped. He dropped like a hammers man. And that look on his face...it was...I don't even know how to describe it. It's worse than being in pain. He was in agony, man." "Damn. For real?" "For real real. And whatever hurt him? It hurt him so badly that he was down and out. He couldn't even chase me after we left." "Huh." Hunter paused to think it over. "Maybe he had a cramp or did you hurt his leg?" "No. No this was different. Something hurt him in a way that I didn't even think was possible." "So what? Did she do some kind of voodoo hoodoo witchcraft on him?" "I don't know. Like I said I've never seen anything like that." Maxwell admitted. "Are we talking about Noire Nightshade?" Mei asked as she walked over to the pair. "As in the crazy goth chick who took down The Dynamite Divas and blood bombed the locker?" "Y-yeeeaaahhh...she did, in fact, take down Jade and her posse and is all but confirmed to have carried out the locker bombing." " Holy shit." Hunter muttered quietly. "How do you even pull that off?" "There are cameras everywhere in school and you'd need the code to get into a locker in the first place. By all sense of logic there's no real way for her to pull that off." "Unless..." Mei raised her hand. "Unless there were some payoffs." "Woah, hey, that's a Jade move. Noire wouldn't do that." "I don't know man. Wasn't she beefing with Phoebe beforehand anyway? Which, to be fair, everybody has at one point or another, but you know how out there Noire is. She's not the only Goth at our school but even they're intimidated by her. And have you heard the rumors about the others? Hey, hey, Maxwell. Bro. I know you're a good kid. You're one of the nicest and most honorable guys I know. So I'm going to go out on a limb and assume you're extending a hand to her to reach out to Noire and be her friend because you know she needs one. You're doing a good thing. But don't underestimate Noire, alright? If she really did the locker bombing then she is Capital S-Scary. You're handling a hand grenade here bro." Hunter explained to him. "Besides...nobody deserved that. Not even Phoebe. I don't care about Jade getting her tail kicked, as long as she's still alive to learn from her mistakes, but that blood locker trick? That was insane." Mei added to the conversation. Maxwell paused for a moment and sighed. "Fuuuu...huuuhhh...." He placed his head in his hands and sat down. "Alright, ah, give me a minute. Just let me have a minute." He paused for a moment to gather his senses and get his thoughts in order. "Alright, look, I know she's...rather out there. Really out there. But I think we can help her. Just help her come back over to the light. Noire...look, I know that her family is...different...but you know? I think we can help her. She might just be lonely. If we help her, if we become her friends, then maybe we can really make a difference in her life." he looked at both of them. "And you know, keep an eye on her, make sure that nobody else gets blood bombed like that. Also, we need to sign a card for Phoebe and check in on her and the other kids who were caught up in the...can we even call that a prank? What would you call that?" "An attack." Mei responded. "Right. We'll check in on her and the others." He sighed. "I just wanted to help her." "I know Max. I know. You're a good man. But hey. You're not alone in this. You've got us. You've got your friends. We'll help you figure all this out." He told him as he crouched down next to him. "Just promise me that if you see any read flags, if it looks like she's going to be dangerous, you'll listen to your gut and get the hell out of there." "I promise. I promise." He swore. "Cool. That's the spirit bro. So bro! Are you read to throw hands?" "Hell yeah I am." "Alright! Alright! Come on up, Dragon Prince! Lets rumble!" Maxwell got back up to his feet, backed up, bowed and then he and Hunter got ready to spar. The quick match between the pair began and Hunter went at him with a quick barrage of boxing inspired punches but Maxwell began dodging and weaving expertly utilizing his impressive footwork and agility to evade Hunter's punches and leaving him striking empty air. Hunter was a scary fast striker, one of the fastest in the Dojo with rapid fire punches like a machine gun, but when Maxwell was focused on the task at hand he was the most skilled among them. It was more impressive considering the fight he had with Payne earlier even if he'd time to rest since then. Hunter kept the pressure on him though and continued to throw hands while Maxwell focused on his evasive maneuvers to move around him in a general circle while continuing to bob and weave and dodge and slip his punches until he found the opening he was looking for and went on the attack with two quick palm heels, one to each side of Hunter's face, from which Hunter recovered, and then he tried to counter attack him but Maxwell was on the attack now! He quickly parried Hunter's quick barrage of punches, grabbed his arm, pulled him downwards and then he got in close and dropped an elbow on his back! Hunter straightened back up and recovered and tried to attack him again but Maxwell hooked his arm and did the same thing dropping another elbow on his back followed by throwing him and causing him to back off, gave an outside chop to his neck and then he kicked Hunter in the gut and dropped him. Maxwell waited for Hunter to recover and then he walked over to him and offered his hand. "You alright?" "Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. It's all good." He laughed and accepted Maxwell's hand up and brushed himself off. "I wanted to be sure that you were good to go after your fight this afternoon but it looks like there was nothing to worry about." He chuckled. "I'm good to go and it looks like you are too. So I'm going to go ahead and start putting in some real effort in." "Heck yeah man! That's what I'm talking about! Lets go, bro!" The match continued and Hunter attacked again with another flurry of blows this time mixed in with a couple of kicks. Maxwell dodged his punches and defended against his kicks, clearly focusing on his evasion but incorporating blocks and parries now, as they both moved around each other. Maxwell met Hunter's oncoming wide hook with his forearm, met the follow up incoming elbow with his forearm, retaliated with a right cross that Hunter dodged and he countered with a left roundhouse kick towards the head that Maxell shut down with an inside forearm block, then struck at Hunter with a fast past punches and kicks of his own but Hunter dodged and weaved around Maxwell's attacks and countered with strikes of his own that Maxwell continued to shut down so Hunter switched it up in favor of a few straights and round kicks that Maxwell evaded, parried and deflected before he landed a left palm heel to his cheek again followed by grabbing Hunter and pulling him down and kneeing him in the gut a few times, dropping some elbows on his back, shoving him forward and then he grabbed the back of his Gi, yanked him upwards and kicked out his feet and slammed him to the mat before dropping a punch towards his stomach but Hunter caught his fist and finally managed to punch him in the face with the follow-up uppercut. Maxwell took it like a champ though and backed off laughing. "Got me good with that one!" "Never underestimate a Hunter, my friend! We're full of surprises!" He laughed as he recovered and got back up on his feet. "I'll say. Yowza. You still good to go?" "Always man. You know I'm a tank!" "Tank Bird!" He declared. "The Iron Hunter!" They laughed together, recovered and began exchanging attacks again! Maxwell executed a series of complex kicks that seemed to blur in the air while Hunter responded with a mesmerizing display of acrobatics to dodge them that seemed to come right out of a gymnastics routine! The two martial artists moved with such grace and precision that it almost seemed as if they were engaged in a choreographed dance. They chased each other around for a bit before they backed off of each other and then Hunter attacked him with a dazzling display of chops, punches and kicks but Maxwell expertly and skillfully dodged, weaved, parried and blocked all of them! None of Hunter's attacks could get through his guard all while Maxwell patiently waited for the right moment until he found his opening and then he slipped in close, elbowed Hunter in the gut to force him to back off and then he stepped in and delivered a punishing flurry blast of punches to his mid-section that forced Hunter to double over. Then Maxwell grabbed the back of his Gi again, pulled him upwards, kicked out his feet once more and slammed down on the mat but this time Maxwell got on top of him and threw a punch that stopped in front of Hunter's nose. Then Maxwell smirked and honked it. Hunter just laughed and tapped out. "That was awesome bro. I give." "Hey you were pretty awesome yourself. Great match. I seriously needed that today." He complimented Hunter as he helped him back up to his feet. "I'm going to need a break but I'm still feeling good now." "Sometimes all you need is a good adrenaline rush to pump you up up and wash away the bad day. But seriously bro, you are built different." "Hey man it's like Sensei always says: It's all hard work and dedication. Anybody can do it if they work for it. I am going to need a breather though." "Same here." Hunter assured Maxwell and clapped his bro on the back as they walked over to the wall to watch the others. - Otto Landy and Glenn Kirk were in the middle of their own sparring match. "The Nightshade's huh? Maaaaan, Max is crazier than I thought." Otto commented as they began. "You know them?" "Two of them: Caine and Darcy. They go to my middle school and...well...they're scary. Caine's a fighting machine, best at our school, and Darcy's a Mad Scientist. The horror stories I could tell you about them? Fuhgeddaboudit." "Fill me in bro! This sounds juicy!" "Hey guys! Less talking more training!" Sensei called to them. " YES SIR!" They replied back and got back to their match. Otto attacked Glenn with a quick boxing combo consisting of a jab that Glenn slipped to be followed with a cross that Glenn blocked with a few rapid fire alternating hooks that Glenn blocked so he switched it up alternating jabs and crosses that Glenn shut down so Otto switched it up to his kicks. A roundhouse kick that he dodged to a back kick that Glenn dodged as well but Otto kept up with him and stepped in and he raised his leg straight up for an axe kick. Glenn dodged it and then he dropped his leg back down and stepped in for a punch but Glenn dodged both so he jumped into the air and went with an inside crescent kick! He dodged backwards and then kipped up to his feet and got ready to throw hands. "Nice moves bro but you're only hitting the air!" Glenn joked. "Just getting my stretches in. Lets go baby!" The two young men moved with grace and power, their bodies a blur of motion. They traded kicks and punches, each one landing with incredible force. Every move they made was as if they were engaged in a dance of deadly elegance, every strike calculated, every block precise. Otto launched a powerful front kick aimed at Glenn's chest. Glenn sidestepped it with ease, his movements a blur as he danced out of range. Otto spun on his heel and chased after him with a rapid series of punches but Glenn weaved through them like a leaf in the wind. Otto's strikes were a sight to be hold, each one a testament to his raw power and relentless training, but Glenn's evasion was equally mesmerizing, his body moving with an elegant dancelike grace. Otto kept running after him though and switched tactics. He feinted a punch and then dropped low and swept his leg in a wide arc but Glenn leaped over it and landed lightly on his fight so Otto pressed the attack with a flurry of kicks and punches that forced Glenn back while he was busy dodging around him. Otto kept up the pressure and then he tried to go in for the finishing move: A powerful roundhouse kick aimed at Glenn's head but Glenn ducked low and rolled forward to slip under Otto's leg and come up behind him. He got up, spun around and delivered a swift kick to his side and sent him stumbling forward, surprised by the sudden counterattack. Glenn's strategy had paid off, his evasion skills allowing him to turn Otto's badass offense against him but of course he wasn't finished yet. He straightened up and faced his friend again and began hopping up and down as he loosened himself up. "Okay, okay, hey man, nice moves there. But I'm not done yet." "Neither am I. I'm just getting warmed up here." "How ironic! So am I!" They dramatically circled each other, their respect for each other clear in their movements and banter. Otto knew by now that he couldn't rely on brute strength alone. It was like his Sensei always said: He had to think, to adapt, to flow like water. Glenn, for his part, knew he had to stay focused and utilize his fancy footwork, keep evading and strike at his openings. Otto feinted left, right, and back again to test his reactions. He threw a few quick flicker jabs to force him to dodge and then he lashed out with a spinning backfist. Glenn managed to dodge the jabs but Otto was finally able to graze his cheek with his knuckles. Glenn backed off as Otto celebrated. "HA HA! YES!" "Don't celebrate yet!" He countered with a rapid series of kicks, each one aimed at Otto's legs to disrupt his balance. Otto blocked most of them but winced as one kick connected with his thigh. He backed off and laughed. "Nice one." Glenn raised his leg up and wiggled it around a bit with a smirk. "Never underestimate the benefit of fancy footwork my friend." "We'll see how long you can keep that up. Lets dance!" They went at it again and the intensity of their match reached its peak. Otto and Glenn moved together in perfect harmony and their skills and styles clashed in a beautiful display of martial arts. Sweat poured down their faces and their breathing was getting heavy but neither showed any sign of giving up. They went back and forth together in their match as it began reaching its crescendo until with a final burst of energy Otto surged forward with a whirlwind of power and precision in his strikes. Glenn ducked and dodged and bobbed and weaved with his sick dance moves until Otto did something unexpected: He pulled back a punch at the last second and instead used the momentum to deliver a quick light tap to Glenn's forehead that made him freeze-up from surprise so Otto could step in, grab him and throw him to the floor! With Glenn finally knocked off of his feet he was able to get down on top of him, pin him and throw a brutal punch at his face that stopped at his face without harming him. "Gotcha!" Glenn blinked and then laughed to break the tension. He accepted his friend's hand up. "Well played my friend." "You too Glenn, you too. You're amazing. You've gotta teach me those dance moves." "Anytime, anywhere, I'll teach you how to move." They bowed to each other and walked over to the wall where they sat down to enjoy their refreshing water bottles. "Ohhhhhh man that felt good. You were great man." "Back at you. But ah, since we have some freedom to talk now...Nightshade. Cain. How good is he? Roughly speaking?" Otto sipped his water bottle and leaned back against the wall. "To give you a rough idea? I can't beat him. I'm not even sure if Maxwell can." "Are you serious right now? Look, he might have some moves, but Maxwell's the best in the Dojo." "Nah man. You haven't seen what I have. You remember The Barret Bros?" "Dushane and his asshole brother? Damarko, right? The Onyx Vipers Gang? The group of morons we joined here to defend ourselves against? Wait...is he?" "The reason they dropped off? Yeah. Because Caine took them apart."
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Post by superkamiguy1 on Jul 18, 2024 21:40:14 GMT
NEXT UP: CAINE!
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Post by superkamiguy1 on Jul 20, 2024 21:09:29 GMT
The quick match between the pair began and Hunter went at him with a quick barrage of boxing inspired punches but Maxwell began dodging and weaving expertly utilizing his impressive footwork and agility to evade Hunter's punches and leaving him striking empty air. Hunter was a scary fast striker, one of the fastest in the Dojo with rapid fire punches like a machine gun, but when Maxwell was focused on the task at hand he was the most skilled among them. It was more impressive considering the fight he had with Payne earlier even if he'd time to rest since then. Hunter kept the pressure on him though and continued to throw hands while Maxwell focused on his evasive maneuvers to move around him in a general circle while continuing to bob and weave and dodge and slip his punches until he found the opening he was looking for and went on the attack with two quick palm heels, one to each side of Hunter's face, from which Hunter recovered, and then he tried to counter attack him but Maxwell was on the attack now! He quickly parried Hunter's quick barrage of punches, grabbed his arm, pulled him downwards and then he got in close and dropped an elbow on his back! Hunter straightened back up and recovered and tried to attack him again but Maxwell hooked his arm and did the same thing dropping another elbow on his back followed by throwing him and causing him to back off, gave an outside chop to his neck and then he kicked Hunter in the gut and dropped him. Maxwell waited for Hunter to recover and then he walked over to him and offered his hand. "You alright?" "Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. It's all good." He laughed and accepted Maxwell's hand up and brushed himself off. "I wanted to be sure that you were good to go after your fight this afternoon but it looks like there was nothing to worry about." He chuckled. "I'm good to go and it looks like you are too. So I'm going to go ahead and start putting in some real effort in." "Heck yeah man! That's what I'm talking about! Lets go, bro!" The match continued and Hunter attacked again with another flurry of blows this time mixed in with a couple of kicks. Maxwell dodged his punches and defended against his kicks, clearly focusing on his evasion but incorporating blocks and parries now, as they both moved around each other. Maxwell met Hunter's oncoming wide hook with his forearm, met the follow up incoming elbow with his forearm, retaliated with a right cross that Hunter dodged and he countered with a left roundhouse kick towards the head that Maxell shut down with an inside forearm block, then struck at Hunter with a fast past punches and kicks of his own but Hunter dodged and weaved around Maxwell's attacks and countered with strikes of his own that Maxwell continued to shut down so Hunter switched it up in favor of a few straights and round kicks that Maxwell evaded, parried and deflected before he landed a left palm heel to his cheek again followed by grabbing Hunter and pulling him down and kneeing him in the gut a few times, dropping some elbows on his back, shoving him forward and then he grabbed the back of his Gi, yanked him upwards and kicked out his feet and slammed him to the mat before dropping a punch towards his stomach but Hunter caught his fist and finally managed to punch him in the face with the follow-up uppercut. Maxwell took it like a champ though and backed off laughing. "Got me good with that one!" "Never underestimate a Hunter, my friend! We're full of surprises!" He laughed as he recovered and got back up on his feet. "I'll say. Yowza. You still good to go?" "Always man. You know I'm a tank!" "Tank Bird!" He declared. "The Iron Hunter!" They laughed together, recovered and began exchanging attacks again! Maxwell executed a series of complex kicks that seemed to blur in the air while Hunter responded with a mesmerizing display of acrobatics to dodge them that seemed to come right out of a gymnastics routine! The two martial artists moved with such grace and precision that it almost seemed as if they were engaged in a choreographed dance. They chased each other around for a bit before they backed off of each other and then Hunter attacked him with a dazzling display of chops, punches and kicks but Maxwell expertly and skillfully dodged, weaved, parried and blocked all of them! None of Hunter's attacks could get through his guard all while Maxwell patiently waited for the right moment until he found his opening and then he slipped in close, elbowed Hunter in the gut to force him to back off and then he stepped in and delivered a punishing flurry blast of punches to his mid-section that forced Hunter to double over. Then Maxwell grabbed the back of his Gi again, pulled him upwards, kicked out his feet once more and slammed down on the mat but this time Maxwell got on top of him and threw a punch that stopped in front of Hunter's nose. Then Maxwell smirked and honked it. Hunter just laughed and tapped out. "That was awesome bro. I give." "Hey you were pretty awesome yourself. Great match. I seriously needed that today." He complimented Hunter as he helped him back up to his feet. "I'm going to need a break but I'm still feeling good now." "Sometimes all you need is a good adrenaline rush to pump you up up and wash away the bad day. But seriously bro, you are built different." "Hey man it's like Sensei always says: It's all hard work and dedication. Anybody can do it if they work for it. I am going to need a breather though." "Same here." Hunter assured Maxwell and clapped his bro on the back as they walked over to the wall to watch the others. - Otto Landy and Glenn Kirk were in the middle of their own sparring match. "The Nightshade's huh? Maaaaan, Max is crazier than I thought." Otto commented as they began. "You know them?" "Two of them: Caine and Darcy. They go to my middle school and...well...they're scary. Caine's a fighting machine, best at our school, and Darcy's a Mad Scientist. The horror stories I could tell you about them? Fuhgeddaboudit." "Fill me in bro! This sounds juicy!" "Hey guys! Less talking more training!" Sensei called to them. " YES SIR!" They replied back and got back to their match. Otto attacked Glenn with a quick boxing combo consisting of a jab that Glenn slipped to be followed with a cross that Glenn blocked with a few rapid fire alternating hooks that Glenn blocked so he switched it up alternating jabs and crosses that Glenn shut down so Otto switched it up to his kicks. A roundhouse kick that he dodged to a back kick that Glenn dodged as well but Otto kept up with him and stepped in and he raised his leg straight up for an axe kick. Glenn dodged it and then he dropped his leg back down and stepped in for a punch but Glenn dodged both so he jumped into the air and went with an inside crescent kick! He dodged backwards and then kipped up to his feet and got ready to throw hands. "Nice moves bro but you're only hitting the air!" Glenn joked. "Just getting my stretches in. Lets go baby!" The two young men moved with grace and power, their bodies a blur of motion. They traded kicks and punches, each one landing with incredible force. Every move they made was as if they were engaged in a dance of deadly elegance, every strike calculated, every block precise. Otto launched a powerful front kick aimed at Glenn's chest. Glenn sidestepped it with ease, his movements a blur as he danced out of range. Otto spun on his heel and chased after him with a rapid series of punches but Glenn weaved through them like a leaf in the wind. Otto's strikes were a sight to be hold, each one a testament to his raw power and relentless training, but Glenn's evasion was equally mesmerizing, his body moving with an elegant dancelike grace. Otto kept running after him though and switched tactics. He feinted a punch and then dropped low and swept his leg in a wide arc but Glenn leaped over it and landed lightly on his fight so Otto pressed the attack with a flurry of kicks and punches that forced Glenn back while he was busy dodging around him. Otto kept up the pressure and then he tried to go in for the finishing move: A powerful roundhouse kick aimed at Glenn's head but Glenn ducked low and rolled forward to slip under Otto's leg and come up behind him. He got up, spun around and delivered a swift kick to his side and sent him stumbling forward, surprised by the sudden counterattack. Glenn's strategy had paid off, his evasion skills allowing him to turn Otto's badass offense against him but of course he wasn't finished yet. He straightened up and faced his friend again and began hopping up and down as he loosened himself up. "Okay, okay, hey man, nice moves there. But I'm not done yet." "Neither am I. I'm just getting warmed up here." "How ironic! So am I!" They dramatically circled each other, their respect for each other clear in their movements and banter. Otto knew by now that he couldn't rely on brute strength alone. It was like his Sensei always said: He had to think, to adapt, to flow like water. Glenn, for his part, knew he had to stay focused and utilize his fancy footwork, keep evading and strike at his openings. Otto feinted left, right, and back again to test his reactions. He threw a few quick flicker jabs to force him to dodge and then he lashed out with a spinning backfist. Glenn managed to dodge the jabs but Otto was finally able to graze his cheek with his knuckles. Glenn backed off as Otto celebrated. "HA HA! YES!" "Don't celebrate yet!" He countered with a rapid series of kicks, each one aimed at Otto's legs to disrupt his balance. Otto blocked most of them but winced as one kick connected with his thigh. He backed off and laughed. "Nice one." Glenn raised his leg up and wiggled it around a bit with a smirk. "Never underestimate the benefit of fancy footwork my friend." "We'll see how long you can keep that up. Lets dance!" They went at it again and the intensity of their match reached its peak. Otto and Glenn moved together in perfect harmony and their skills and styles clashed in a beautiful display of martial arts. Sweat poured down their faces and their breathing was getting heavy but neither showed any sign of giving up. They went back and forth together in their match as it began reaching its crescendo until with a final burst of energy Otto surged forward with a whirlwind of power and precision in his strikes. Glenn ducked and dodged and bobbed and weaved with his sick dance moves until Otto did something unexpected: He pulled back a punch at the last second and instead used the momentum to deliver a quick light tap to Glenn's forehead that made him freeze-up from surprise so Otto could step in, grab him and throw him to the floor! With Glenn finally knocked off of his feet he was able to get down on top of him, pin him and throw a brutal punch at his face that stopped at his face without harming him. "Gotcha!" Glenn blinked and then laughed to break the tension. He accepted his friend's hand up. "Well played my friend." "You too Glenn, you too. You're amazing. You've gotta teach me those dance moves." "Anytime, anywhere, I'll teach you how to move." They bowed to each other and walked over to the wall where they sat down to enjoy their refreshing water bottles. "Ohhhhhh man that felt good. You were great man." "Back at you. But ah, since we have some freedom to talk now...Nightshade. Cain. How good is he? Roughly speaking?" Otto sipped his water bottle and leaned back against the wall. "To give you a rough idea? I can't beat him. I'm not even sure if Maxwell can." "Are you serious right now? Look, he might have some moves, but Maxwell's the best in the Dojo." "Nah man. You haven't seen what I have. You remember The Barret Bros?" "Dushane and his asshole brother? Damarko, right? The Onyx Vipers Gang? The group of morons we joined here to defend ourselves against? Wait...is he?" "The reason they dropped off? Yeah. Because Caine took them apart." "Let me tell you all about it. I was walking home from the store and I decided to take a turn for a shortcut, right?" - Otto's feet pounded the pavement on his route home with the Jetpack Cloud Comics bag holding his comic books hooked on his arm. Shadowstrike And The Fearless Fighters VS The Mighty Mystics was going to be amazing! C.C.G.G.N.* Comics had been hitting homeruns for years and this was going to be another absolute banger! While the former big two were struggling to remain afloat C.C.G.G.N. had risen to take the comic industry by storm worldwide and hadn't missed a beat since! Eager to get home fast and binge read the comics all at once he made sure the books were safely wrapped in plastic and contained in the bag and then he began running down the sidewalk and vaulting and leaping over obstacles in his way because he might as well practice his parkour skills and get some exercise in while he was on his way home.
As he ran and leaped and flipped and vaulted and slid between all the awesome people of Tranquility he felt the rhythmic pulse of the city calling out to him, beckoning him and daring him to try and navigate it. Otto answered the challenge and continued to move through the city with grace and precision as he weaved through the bustling crowds like a phantom. Nothing in his path could slow him down he would leap over it or on top of it to use it as a springboard to keep moving forward with slick skills like a well-honed blade that sliced through the urban landscape with precision and finesse as he turned the city into his playground. Otto leaped over benches with the agility of a gazelle, vaulted over railings like a nimble acrobat and scaled walls with the finesse of a seasoned climber. With each jump and somersault he felt a surge of exhilaration coursing through his veins. The rhythm of his heartbeat synchronized with the pulse of the city around him as he danced through the city and alleyways with speed and skill.
By Otto's account he was taking a back alley through Zenith Street when he heard the commotion...- So there I was, right? Taking the shortcut through Jade Alley down by Zenith Street and then I heard Damarko's all too familiar obnoxiously loud and grating voice calling out like
"YOU WANT TO SAY THAT SHIT AGAIN, MOTHERFUCKER?!"
I remember immediately diving for cover behind some stuff because I immediately thought he was calling me out and I was not about to go run the ones with that lunatic without backup because I knew for certain he'd have it but then I heard someone laughing at him like he just told a hilarious joke and then I heard someone else talking smack back at him.
"I'll say it as many times as I want clown: If you want to fight we can fight right here and now. I don't care where or when we throw hands together. Lets fight already if you got the balls."
Now, this was wild. Not a whole lot of people are willing to talk that much trash to a guy like Damarko. Especially not someone who sounded so young like the rest of us. So, while I thought it miiight be a bad idea, I started creeping in closer. I wanted to see what was going on and who was crazy enough to run the ones with him. They talked some more but it wasn't until I got close enough that I could see who was there: It was the entire gang. They might just be, like, five or six guys, so a pretty small gang, but they were all street toughs and real bullies. You know how bad these guys could get, right? Anyway, I saw they were in the old Happy Playtime Playground Lot. All six of them plus the bros staring him down. Caine Nightshade. Standing ten toes down with these guys without a care in the world. It was the craziest thing I'd ever seen. I was peeking over the wall and watching this whole thing unfold as Dushane got up in his face. He was sporting some bruises, quite a few of them, so it was evident from the way he was looking at Caine that they'd fought earlier and Dushane must've lost badly because Caine didn't look like he'd taken a scratch.
"Heeeey Goth-Bitch! It's been a while how you doing? You remember me, huh? Huh freak? You remember what you did to me? HUH?! I noticed you aren't talking shit this time!"
"Do I know you? I feel like we've met but I can't place it."
"Can't place...can't pla-are you serious right now? Are you serious? You punched me in the face!"
"You aren't really narrowing it down."
"We got in a fight behind The Codfather Store last week!"
"That was you? Wow. I guess it wasn't all that memorable, huh?"
"Oh don't worry. You're going to remember this one. Because you're going to be begging for your fucking life before we're done here! Partytime boys!" He signaled and the rest of the thugs started moving to encircle him.
I wanted to help...I did...but I was scared. I didn't know what to do. There was too many of them. I-Wanted to call out, to jump in, to do something but I was shaken. These guys were freaking crazy! But not as crazy as Caine. Bro was just laughing at all of them with the biggest shit eating grin on his face. "Alright. Bet."
I can't really describe what happened next. It all just happened too damn fast. He grabbed Dushane and just flung him aside and then he just started thrashing everyone! The kid was just...pinballing and bouncing from punk to punk while still laughing like a demon and throttling them all like a madman. They were being beaten down by something they couldn't even keep up with and he was beating these guys like punching bags. Look, look, I'm fast. You're fast. Everyone here's fast and quick on their feet but I have never seen anyone move like him. Not like that. Like I said I couldn't keep pace with him. If that'd been me in there I would've just been annihilated or flat out in the way. He was like a little monster or a human bullet ricocheting everywhere. If you ever wondered what a young Shadowstrike would've been like in real life? It's Caine Nightshade. _ "So what happened after that? What happened to them?" "He...uh...well? To put it bluntly he just went full JOJO on them. Just beat all hell out of the guys. A whole group of tough guys and they couldn't touch him and he's the little bro of Noire. If she's the fighting machine that her brother is? Then Maxwell might just be stepping up to a minefield." "Wooooaaaah....hey wait, how'd you get out of there?" "Yeah, about that, I stayed out of it like I said. But then...when he was done and I was quietly making my way out of there and then he was just there! Like out of nowhere. Just jumpscared me out of nowhere! So naturally I fell down, landed on my tailbone, ow, and then my comics slipped out of the bag. He picked one of them up and looked at it and he was all like: "Oh hey Shadowstrike! I love this guy. You've got good taste." Then he handed it back to me and just walked away. I gotta tell you. Having the comics wrapped in plastic was a really good idea because...he left a bloody handprint on it. No way to tell who's it was, not specifically, just that it was theirs. So I stepped back around the corner and looked into the lot and they were out man. They were scattered around the lot and looked like they'd been attacked by an even larger gang themselves. Like, they were breathing, right? But they got utterly wrecked. I, well, I called 911 on their phones and then I got out of there. You know the rest. They spent some time in the hospital and...yeah I don't know what happened to them after that. Just that they haven't bothered anybody since then."
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Post by superkamiguy1 on Jul 26, 2024 2:37:48 GMT
"Hey you were pretty awesome yourself. Great match. I seriously needed that today." He complimented Hunter as he helped him back up to his feet. "I'm going to need a break but I'm still feeling good now." "Sometimes all you need is a good adrenaline rush to pump you up up and wash away the bad day. But seriously bro, you are built different." "Hey man it's like Sensei always says: It's all hard work and dedication. Anybody can do it if they work for it. I am going to need a breather though." "Same here." Hunter assured Maxwell and clapped his bro on the back as they walked over to the wall to watch the others. - Otto Landy and Glenn Kirk were in the middle of their own sparring match. "The Nightshade's huh? Maaaaan, Max is crazier than I thought." Otto commented as they began. "You know them?" "Two of them: Caine and Darcy. They go to my middle school and...well...they're scary. Caine's a fighting machine, best at our school, and Darcy's a Mad Scientist. The horror stories I could tell you about them? Fuhgeddaboudit." "Fill me in bro! This sounds juicy!" "Hey guys! Less talking more training!" Sensei called to them. " YES SIR!" They replied back and got back to their match. Otto attacked Glenn with a quick boxing combo consisting of a jab that Glenn slipped to be followed with a cross that Glenn blocked with a few rapid fire alternating hooks that Glenn blocked so he switched it up alternating jabs and crosses that Glenn shut down so Otto switched it up to his kicks. A roundhouse kick that he dodged to a back kick that Glenn dodged as well but Otto kept up with him and stepped in and he raised his leg straight up for an axe kick. Glenn dodged it and then he dropped his leg back down and stepped in for a punch but Glenn dodged both so he jumped into the air and went with an inside crescent kick! He dodged backwards and then kipped up to his feet and got ready to throw hands. "Nice moves bro but you're only hitting the air!" Glenn joked. "Just getting my stretches in. Lets go baby!" The two young men moved with grace and power, their bodies a blur of motion. They traded kicks and punches, each one landing with incredible force. Every move they made was as if they were engaged in a dance of deadly elegance, every strike calculated, every block precise. Otto launched a powerful front kick aimed at Glenn's chest. Glenn sidestepped it with ease, his movements a blur as he danced out of range. Otto spun on his heel and chased after him with a rapid series of punches but Glenn weaved through them like a leaf in the wind. Otto's strikes were a sight to be hold, each one a testament to his raw power and relentless training, but Glenn's evasion was equally mesmerizing, his body moving with an elegant dancelike grace. Otto kept running after him though and switched tactics. He feinted a punch and then dropped low and swept his leg in a wide arc but Glenn leaped over it and landed lightly on his fight so Otto pressed the attack with a flurry of kicks and punches that forced Glenn back while he was busy dodging around him. Otto kept up the pressure and then he tried to go in for the finishing move: A powerful roundhouse kick aimed at Glenn's head but Glenn ducked low and rolled forward to slip under Otto's leg and come up behind him. He got up, spun around and delivered a swift kick to his side and sent him stumbling forward, surprised by the sudden counterattack. Glenn's strategy had paid off, his evasion skills allowing him to turn Otto's badass offense against him but of course he wasn't finished yet. He straightened up and faced his friend again and began hopping up and down as he loosened himself up. "Okay, okay, hey man, nice moves there. But I'm not done yet." "Neither am I. I'm just getting warmed up here." "How ironic! So am I!" They dramatically circled each other, their respect for each other clear in their movements and banter. Otto knew by now that he couldn't rely on brute strength alone. It was like his Sensei always said: He had to think, to adapt, to flow like water. Glenn, for his part, knew he had to stay focused and utilize his fancy footwork, keep evading and strike at his openings. Otto feinted left, right, and back again to test his reactions. He threw a few quick flicker jabs to force him to dodge and then he lashed out with a spinning backfist. Glenn managed to dodge the jabs but Otto was finally able to graze his cheek with his knuckles. Glenn backed off as Otto celebrated. "HA HA! YES!" "Don't celebrate yet!" He countered with a rapid series of kicks, each one aimed at Otto's legs to disrupt his balance. Otto blocked most of them but winced as one kick connected with his thigh. He backed off and laughed. "Nice one." Glenn raised his leg up and wiggled it around a bit with a smirk. "Never underestimate the benefit of fancy footwork my friend." "We'll see how long you can keep that up. Lets dance!" They went at it again and the intensity of their match reached its peak. Otto and Glenn moved together in perfect harmony and their skills and styles clashed in a beautiful display of martial arts. Sweat poured down their faces and their breathing was getting heavy but neither showed any sign of giving up. They went back and forth together in their match as it began reaching its crescendo until with a final burst of energy Otto surged forward with a whirlwind of power and precision in his strikes. Glenn ducked and dodged and bobbed and weaved with his sick dance moves until Otto did something unexpected: He pulled back a punch at the last second and instead used the momentum to deliver a quick light tap to Glenn's forehead that made him freeze-up from surprise so Otto could step in, grab him and throw him to the floor! With Glenn finally knocked off of his feet he was able to get down on top of him, pin him and throw a brutal punch at his face that stopped at his face without harming him. "Gotcha!" Glenn blinked and then laughed to break the tension. He accepted his friend's hand up. "Well played my friend." "You too Glenn, you too. You're amazing. You've gotta teach me those dance moves." "Anytime, anywhere, I'll teach you how to move." They bowed to each other and walked over to the wall where they sat down to enjoy their refreshing water bottles. "Ohhhhhh man that felt good. You were great man." "Back at you. But ah, since we have some freedom to talk now...Nightshade. Cain. How good is he? Roughly speaking?" Otto sipped his water bottle and leaned back against the wall. "To give you a rough idea? I can't beat him. I'm not even sure if Maxwell can." "Are you serious right now? Look, he might have some moves, but Maxwell's the best in the Dojo." "Nah man. You haven't seen what I have. You remember The Barret Bros?" "Dushane and his asshole brother? Damarko, right? The Onyx Vipers Gang? The group of morons we joined here to defend ourselves against? Wait...is he?" "The reason they dropped off? Yeah. Because Caine took them apart." "Let me tell you all about it. I was walking home from the store and I decided to take a turn for a shortcut, right?" - Otto's feet pounded the pavement on his route home with the Jetpack Cloud Comics bag holding his comic books hooked on his arm. Shadowstrike And The Fearless Fighters VS The Mighty Mystics was going to be amazing! C.C.G.G.N.* Comics had been hitting homeruns for years and this was going to be another absolute banger! While the former big two were struggling to remain afloat C.C.G.G.N. had risen to take the comic industry by storm worldwide and hadn't missed a beat since! Eager to get home fast and binge read the comics all at once he made sure the books were safely wrapped in plastic and contained in the bag and then he began running down the sidewalk and vaulting and leaping over obstacles in his way because he might as well practice his parkour skills and get some exercise in while he was on his way home.
As he ran and leaped and flipped and vaulted and slid between all the awesome people of Tranquility he felt the rhythmic pulse of the city calling out to him, beckoning him and daring him to try and navigate it. Otto answered the challenge and continued to move through the city with grace and precision as he weaved through the bustling crowds like a phantom. Nothing in his path could slow him down he would leap over it or on top of it to use it as a springboard to keep moving forward with slick skills like a well-honed blade that sliced through the urban landscape with precision and finesse as he turned the city into his playground. Otto leaped over benches with the agility of a gazelle, vaulted over railings like a nimble acrobat and scaled walls with the finesse of a seasoned climber. With each jump and somersault he felt a surge of exhilaration coursing through his veins. The rhythm of his heartbeat synchronized with the pulse of the city around him as he danced through the city and alleyways with speed and skill.
By Otto's account he was taking a back alley through Zenith Street when he heard the commotion...- So there I was, right? Taking the shortcut through Jade Alley down by Zenith Street and then I heard Damarko's all too familiar obnoxiously loud and grating voice calling out like
"YOU WANT TO SAY THAT SHIT AGAIN, MOTHERFUCKER?!"
I remember immediately diving for cover behind some stuff because I immediately thought he was calling me out and I was not about to go run the ones with that lunatic without backup because I knew for certain he'd have it but then I heard someone laughing at him like he just told a hilarious joke and then I heard someone else talking smack back at him.
"I'll say it as many times as I want clown: If you want to fight we can fight right here and now. I don't care where or when we throw hands together. Lets fight already if you got the balls."
Now, this was wild. Not a whole lot of people are willing to talk that much trash to a guy like Damarko. Especially not someone who sounded so young like the rest of us. So, while I thought it miiight be a bad idea, I started creeping in closer. I wanted to see what was going on and who was crazy enough to run the ones with him. They talked some more but it wasn't until I got close enough that I could see who was there: It was the entire gang. They might just be, like, five or six guys, so a pretty small gang, but they were all street toughs and real bullies. You know how bad these guys could get, right? Anyway, I saw they were in the old Happy Playtime Playground Lot. All six of them plus the bros staring him down. Caine Nightshade. Standing ten toes down with these guys without a care in the world. It was the craziest thing I'd ever seen. I was peeking over the wall and watching this whole thing unfold as Dushane got up in his face. He was sporting some bruises, quite a few of them, so it was evident from the way he was looking at Caine that they'd fought earlier and Dushane must've lost badly because Caine didn't look like he'd taken a scratch.
"Heeeey Goth-Bitch! It's been a while how you doing? You remember me, huh? Huh freak? You remember what you did to me? HUH?! I noticed you aren't talking shit this time!"
"Do I know you? I feel like we've met but I can't place it."
"Can't place...can't pla-are you serious right now? Are you serious? You punched me in the face!"
"You aren't really narrowing it down."
"We got in a fight behind The Codfather Store last week!"
"That was you? Wow. I guess it wasn't all that memorable, huh?"
"Oh don't worry. You're going to remember this one. Because you're going to be begging for your fucking life before we're done here! Partytime boys!" He signaled and the rest of the thugs started moving to encircle him.
I wanted to help...I did...but I was scared. I didn't know what to do. There was too many of them. I-Wanted to call out, to jump in, to do something but I was shaken. These guys were freaking crazy! But not as crazy as Caine. Bro was just laughing at all of them with the biggest shit eating grin on his face. "Alright. Bet."
I can't really describe what happened next. It all just happened too damn fast. He grabbed Dushane and just flung him aside and then he just started thrashing everyone! The kid was just...pinballing and bouncing from punk to punk while still laughing like a demon and throttling them all like a madman. They were being beaten down by something they couldn't even keep up with and he was beating these guys like punching bags. Look, look, I'm fast. You're fast. Everyone here's fast and quick on their feet but I have never seen anyone move like him. Not like that. Like I said I couldn't keep pace with him. If that'd been me in there I would've just been annihilated or flat out in the way. He was like a little monster or a human bullet ricocheting everywhere. If you ever wondered what a young Shadowstrike would've been like in real life? It's Caine Nightshade. _ "So what happened after that? What happened to them?" "He...uh...well? To put it bluntly he just went full JOJO on them. Just beat all hell out of the guys. A whole group of tough guys and they couldn't touch him and he's the little bro of Noire. If she's the fighting machine that her brother is? Then Maxwell might just be stepping up to a minefield." "Wooooaaaah....hey wait, how'd you get out of there?" "Yeah, about that, I stayed out of it like I said. But then...when he was done and I was quietly making my way out of there and then he was just there! Like out of nowhere. Just jumpscared me out of nowhere! So naturally I fell down, landed on my tailbone, ow, and then my comics slipped out of the bag. He picked one of them up and looked at it and he was all like: "Oh hey Shadowstrike! I love this guy. You've got good taste." Then he handed it back to me and just walked away. I gotta tell you. Having the comics wrapped in plastic was a really good idea because...he left a bloody handprint on it. No way to tell who's it was, not specifically, just that it was theirs. So I stepped back around the corner and looked into the lot and they were out man. They were scattered around the lot and looked like they'd been attacked by an even larger gang themselves. Like, they were breathing, right? But they got utterly wrecked. I, well, I called 911 on their phones and then I got out of there. You know the rest. They spent some time in the hospital and...yeah I don't know what happened to them after that. Just that they haven't bothered anybody since then." "Okay that is...that is crazy...but are you for real? One guy just soloed the entire gang? Even Maxwell would've had trouble doing that. Are you sure you saw what you thought you saw?" "I swear to God, man. Just because he was on Turbo Speed doesn't mean it didn't happen. Like I said: He was too fast for me to keep my eye on but I know for a fact that he unleashed hell on them." "So he's just like that, huh? I guess I'll have to look it up later. I'm pretty sure it was on the news. But, anyway, thanks for telling me. I still find it a bit farfetched but I'll take your word for it." "You just had to be there man." "Cool beans...do you still have the evidence? Like the bloody plastic wrap or bag?" "Oh heck no! I tossed all that in the Recyclotron after I got home and never mentioned it again. I made it home, I had my comics, the paramedics were taking care of the bullies and I was good to go." "Fair enough." "Just...look, if Max really is thinking about dating Noire? Then he's walking straight into a Den Of Vipers. Caine and Darcy are scary enough, especially with how super smart Darcy is, and Noire's their older sibling? What kind of beast is she then?" Otto questioned. "You know? I've always wondered about Darcy. Look, she's smart. She's really smart. I'm pretty sure she's the smartest kid at our school. It makes you wonder why she sticks around when she could easily be taking classes at The High-School with her sister. Maybe even College level." Glenn commented. "Who knows? Maybe she turned it out because she wants to keep an eye on Caine. Somebody has to you know." "Yeah, because it clearly won't be the teachers, right?" Glenn joked. They had a quick short laugh together over their little in-joke. "Yeah, sadly not everyone is as cool as Sensei." Clyde smiled at the compliment while observing Ryang Yong-Su's match with another student. Otto, Glenn, Clyde and the others watched and observed as Ryang styled on his opponent. His movements were flashy but efficient and effective, his style resembled a form of Martial Arts Tricking that he'd modified to The Dynamo Style. His Tricking Moves were used to distract his opponent and trip them up before he moved in close and disabled them with swift and brutal efficiency. If Maxwell had any rival at the Dojo it was Ryang The Ripper. His unfortunate opponent, Toby, was quickly overwhelmed by his Fast&Furious attacks and downed without being able to land a hit in return. He tapped out and Ryang smiled and helped him up to the cheers of the other students. Ryang even added in a sick backflip for effect! "Yeeeaaaah! WHO DA MAN, HUH?" "...Think he could beat Ryang?" Glenn questioned. "Well, I mean, Ryang would've beat all those losers, right? Just like Maxwell and Hunter, right? But...I'm not sure if he'd do it as fast as him. Hey Ryang? How fast are you?" "The only thing faster than me is light!" Ryang declared proudly. "Yeah that checks out. I...I guess that would be fast enough." Toby climbed backed up onto his feet, coughing and rubbing his chest, and gave a shaky thumbs up to him. "Good effort bro. Keep training, alright?" Ryang told him and clapped him on the back and walked back over to the kids. "So what are we talking about?" "The creepy goth girl that Maxwell's maybe dating." "Not yet officially!" Maxwell told them. "We've only just officially interacted today!" "Nightshade?" Ryang asked. "Nightshade." Sensei Clyde Grayson just chuckled at their antics. (Ahhhh, young love.)
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Post by superkamiguy1 on Jul 30, 2024 1:14:00 GMT
"Let me tell you all about it. I was walking home from the store and I decided to take a turn for a shortcut, right?" - Otto's feet pounded the pavement on his route home with the Jetpack Cloud Comics bag holding his comic books hooked on his arm. Shadowstrike And The Fearless Fighters VS The Mighty Mystics was going to be amazing! C.C.G.G.N.* Comics had been hitting homeruns for years and this was going to be another absolute banger! While the former big two were struggling to remain afloat C.C.G.G.N. had risen to take the comic industry by storm worldwide and hadn't missed a beat since! Eager to get home fast and binge read the comics all at once he made sure the books were safely wrapped in plastic and contained in the bag and then he began running down the sidewalk and vaulting and leaping over obstacles in his way because he might as well practice his parkour skills and get some exercise in while he was on his way home.
As he ran and leaped and flipped and vaulted and slid between all the awesome people of Tranquility he felt the rhythmic pulse of the city calling out to him, beckoning him and daring him to try and navigate it. Otto answered the challenge and continued to move through the city with grace and precision as he weaved through the bustling crowds like a phantom. Nothing in his path could slow him down he would leap over it or on top of it to use it as a springboard to keep moving forward with slick skills like a well-honed blade that sliced through the urban landscape with precision and finesse as he turned the city into his playground. Otto leaped over benches with the agility of a gazelle, vaulted over railings like a nimble acrobat and scaled walls with the finesse of a seasoned climber. With each jump and somersault he felt a surge of exhilaration coursing through his veins. The rhythm of his heartbeat synchronized with the pulse of the city around him as he danced through the city and alleyways with speed and skill.
By Otto's account he was taking a back alley through Zenith Street when he heard the commotion...- So there I was, right? Taking the shortcut through Jade Alley down by Zenith Street and then I heard Damarko's all too familiar obnoxiously loud and grating voice calling out like
"YOU WANT TO SAY THAT SHIT AGAIN, MOTHERFUCKER?!"
I remember immediately diving for cover behind some stuff because I immediately thought he was calling me out and I was not about to go run the ones with that lunatic without backup because I knew for certain he'd have it but then I heard someone laughing at him like he just told a hilarious joke and then I heard someone else talking smack back at him.
"I'll say it as many times as I want clown: If you want to fight we can fight right here and now. I don't care where or when we throw hands together. Lets fight already if you got the balls."
Now, this was wild. Not a whole lot of people are willing to talk that much trash to a guy like Damarko. Especially not someone who sounded so young like the rest of us. So, while I thought it miiight be a bad idea, I started creeping in closer. I wanted to see what was going on and who was crazy enough to run the ones with him. They talked some more but it wasn't until I got close enough that I could see who was there: It was the entire gang. They might just be, like, five or six guys, so a pretty small gang, but they were all street toughs and real bullies. You know how bad these guys could get, right? Anyway, I saw they were in the old Happy Playtime Playground Lot. All six of them plus the bros staring him down. Caine Nightshade. Standing ten toes down with these guys without a care in the world. It was the craziest thing I'd ever seen. I was peeking over the wall and watching this whole thing unfold as Dushane got up in his face. He was sporting some bruises, quite a few of them, so it was evident from the way he was looking at Caine that they'd fought earlier and Dushane must've lost badly because Caine didn't look like he'd taken a scratch.
"Heeeey Goth-Bitch! It's been a while how you doing? You remember me, huh? Huh freak? You remember what you did to me? HUH?! I noticed you aren't talking shit this time!"
"Do I know you? I feel like we've met but I can't place it."
"Can't place...can't pla-are you serious right now? Are you serious? You punched me in the face!"
"You aren't really narrowing it down."
"We got in a fight behind The Codfather Store last week!"
"That was you? Wow. I guess it wasn't all that memorable, huh?"
"Oh don't worry. You're going to remember this one. Because you're going to be begging for your fucking life before we're done here! Partytime boys!" He signaled and the rest of the thugs started moving to encircle him.
I wanted to help...I did...but I was scared. I didn't know what to do. There was too many of them. I-Wanted to call out, to jump in, to do something but I was shaken. These guys were freaking crazy! But not as crazy as Caine. Bro was just laughing at all of them with the biggest shit eating grin on his face. "Alright. Bet."
I can't really describe what happened next. It all just happened too damn fast. He grabbed Dushane and just flung him aside and then he just started thrashing everyone! The kid was just...pinballing and bouncing from punk to punk while still laughing like a demon and throttling them all like a madman. They were being beaten down by something they couldn't even keep up with and he was beating these guys like punching bags. Look, look, I'm fast. You're fast. Everyone here's fast and quick on their feet but I have never seen anyone move like him. Not like that. Like I said I couldn't keep pace with him. If that'd been me in there I would've just been annihilated or flat out in the way. He was like a little monster or a human bullet ricocheting everywhere. If you ever wondered what a young Shadowstrike would've been like in real life? It's Caine Nightshade. _ "So what happened after that? What happened to them?" "He...uh...well? To put it bluntly he just went full JOJO on them. Just beat all hell out of the guys. A whole group of tough guys and they couldn't touch him and he's the little bro of Noire. If she's the fighting machine that her brother is? Then Maxwell might just be stepping up to a minefield." "Wooooaaaah....hey wait, how'd you get out of there?" "Yeah, about that, I stayed out of it like I said. But then...when he was done and I was quietly making my way out of there and then he was just there! Like out of nowhere. Just jumpscared me out of nowhere! So naturally I fell down, landed on my tailbone, ow, and then my comics slipped out of the bag. He picked one of them up and looked at it and he was all like: "Oh hey Shadowstrike! I love this guy. You've got good taste." Then he handed it back to me and just walked away. I gotta tell you. Having the comics wrapped in plastic was a really good idea because...he left a bloody handprint on it. No way to tell who's it was, not specifically, just that it was theirs. So I stepped back around the corner and looked into the lot and they were out man. They were scattered around the lot and looked like they'd been attacked by an even larger gang themselves. Like, they were breathing, right? But they got utterly wrecked. I, well, I called 911 on their phones and then I got out of there. You know the rest. They spent some time in the hospital and...yeah I don't know what happened to them after that. Just that they haven't bothered anybody since then." "Okay that is...that is crazy...but are you for real? One guy just soloed the entire gang? Even Maxwell would've had trouble doing that. Are you sure you saw what you thought you saw?" "I swear to God, man. Just because he was on Turbo Speed doesn't mean it didn't happen. Like I said: He was too fast for me to keep my eye on but I know for a fact that he unleashed hell on them." "So he's just like that, huh? I guess I'll have to look it up later. I'm pretty sure it was on the news. But, anyway, thanks for telling me. I still find it a bit farfetched but I'll take your word for it." "You just had to be there man." "Cool beans...do you still have the evidence? Like the bloody plastic wrap or bag?" "Oh heck no! I tossed all that in the Recyclotron after I got home and never mentioned it again. I made it home, I had my comics, the paramedics were taking care of the bullies and I was good to go." "Fair enough." "Just...look, if Max really is thinking about dating Noire? Then he's walking straight into a Den Of Vipers. Caine and Darcy are scary enough, especially with how super smart Darcy is, and Noire's their older sibling? What kind of beast is she then?" Otto questioned. "You know? I've always wondered about Darcy. Look, she's smart. She's really smart. I'm pretty sure she's the smartest kid at our school. It makes you wonder why she sticks around when she could easily be taking classes at The High-School with her sister. Maybe even College level." Glenn commented. "Who knows? Maybe she turned it out because she wants to keep an eye on Caine. Somebody has to you know." "Yeah, because it clearly won't be the teachers, right?" Glenn joked. They had a quick short laugh together over their little in-joke. "Yeah, sadly not everyone is as cool as Sensei." Clyde smiled at the compliment while observing Ryang Yong-Su's match with another student. Otto, Glenn, Clyde and the others watched and observed as Ryang styled on his opponent. His movements were flashy but efficient and effective, his style resembled a form of Martial Arts Tricking that he'd modified to The Dynamo Style. His Tricking Moves were used to distract his opponent and trip them up before he moved in close and disabled them with swift and brutal efficiency. If Maxwell had any rival at the Dojo it was Ryang The Ripper. His unfortunate opponent, Toby, was quickly overwhelmed by his Fast&Furious attacks and downed without being able to land a hit in return. He tapped out and Ryang smiled and helped him up to the cheers of the other students. Ryang even added in a sick backflip for effect! "Yeeeaaaah! WHO DA MAN, HUH?" "...Think he could beat Ryang?" Glenn questioned. "Well, I mean, Ryang would've beat all those losers, right? Just like Maxwell and Hunter, right? But...I'm not sure if he'd do it as fast as him. Hey Ryang? How fast are you?" "The only thing faster than me is light!" Ryang declared proudly. "Yeah that checks out. I...I guess that would be fast enough." Toby climbed backed up onto his feet, coughing and rubbing his chest, and gave a shaky thumbs up to him. "Good effort bro. Keep training, alright?" Ryang told him and clapped him on the back and walked back over to the kids. "So what are we talking about?" "The creepy goth girl that Maxwell's maybe dating." "Not yet officially!" Maxwell told them. "We've only just officially interacted today!" "Nightshade?" Ryang asked. "Nightshade." Sensei Clyde Grayson just chuckled at their antics. (Ahhhh, young love.) As the rest of the group was winding down from their matches and happily chattering among themselves on their break, Toby walked up to Clyde. "H-hey Sensei." "Oh hey man. What's up?" "I just...I wanted to say I'm sorry for my performance today. I know I got whipped but I'll do better next time." Clyde smiled and sat down to lower himself to Toby's level. "Hey now don't worry about it. You lost a friendly match. It's fine. It happens. The occasional loss isn't a big deal at all. Whether you win or you lose you can still learn from it all the same. Trust me, I got my butt kicked quite a bit growing up. Before, during and even after I started learning martial arts. But I never let it define me. I just used it as inspiration to do better next time. Each and every time I got up, brushed myself off, and learned from it. Now look at me: I'm a teacher to entire classes of young up and coming students and I'm teaching them life lessons at the same time! That's the best way to live your life Toby. It's not about whether you win or lose. It's about having fun and learning from the experiences. Trust me Toby. You've got a whole load of potential buried inside of you. You just have to put in the work and train for it and you'll find the hidden strength sleeping within you." Toby's mood quickly improved all over again. "You're right! That's right! I just have to put in the work! It's like you always say sir!" "Train hard, work hard, move well, study hard, play well, eat right and rest right and you'll find the warrior within. That's how we roll, little man!" He responded and high-fived Toby. He rose back up to his feet and smiled and nodded as he watched Toby run back over to his group of friends. - Class eventually let out and the students filed out of the dojo after changing into their street clothes. Some of them were already being picked up, others were walking off to go get some drinks and a snack while they waited. Maxwell stepped out into the nice cool night air and took a deep breath to inhale a moment of relaxation and sanity after a day of wackiness. His moment of rest and relaxation was interrupted by the buzz of his phone. He fished it back out of his pocket. "Hola?" "Buenas noches, Maxxy! How was class?" "Oh hey Vickie! We missed you tonight!" "Yeeeaaaah....I know I'll have to make up for it but after all that insanity at school today I just needed an evening to relax...but, ah, hey listen I was talking to Arya in the VR and we came up with a plan to speak with Noire about the whole Jade situation." "Oh hey! The Nightshades right? You won't believe what I heard about Caine!" "Caine? Is that her brother?" "Yeah. Check this out..." - "You've gotta be kidding! What is her whole family a bunch of Goth-Ninjas or something?" "Sounds about right. But hey what's your big plan?" "Alright, alright, here it is: I think we should group up and go visit Noire at her Mansion, you know, that big, ominous, creepy, totally a Horror Movie Setting Mansion, and sit down and talk to her about trying to stop her whole rivalry with Jade before it gets too out of hand. Just letting the whole thing go and letting bygones be bygones. Not necessarily making peace, because lets face it, I don't think Noire would care for that, but just letting what happened in the Ladies Room stay in the Ladies Room." "Phrasing." "Yeah, yeah, I realized it when I said it. But you get it right? We can reassure her that we'll stand by her and help to keep the peace." "Actually that's pretty perfect. I was hoping to talk to her about everything that happened anyway so we can combine the plans. But listen, I want to visit and check in on Phoebe too and the other kids who were affected by the blood spray and stuff. Noire is just the first one on the list since she's the closest." "Good idea. We can talk to Noire first, check in on the victims, and save talking to Jade for last and try to return peace back to the school." Vickie agreed over the phone. "Sounds good. Hopefully we can end this big dumb feud between the two of them before it escalates too far. Anything else?" "I want to talk to Ashley." "From Jade's Posse?" "Yeah. Even if Jade won't listen to us maybe we can convince Ashley to talk some sense into her." "Well, Jade's group usually aren't all that smart but Ashley's always been one of the comparatively nicer ones. So maybe that'll work out for us. Alright. So, meet up with the homies are school tomorrow and plan it out and then talk it out with Noire?" "Yeah. Talking with her is going to be Step One. Hopefully it'll go smoothly." "I'm sure it'll be fine." Maxwell assured her. "We just have to take the leap of faith you know?" "Yeah, just a leap of faith. Hopefully it doesn't land us right in the middle of a Creepypasta." "Ahhh relax. You've got me in the squad. If Faceless Slim tries to jumpscare us I'll just spin kick him." "That does, in fact, put me at ease. I'll see you tomorrow Maxwell. Spread word to the others, alright?" "Can do. Sleep tight Vickie." He hung up and sighed as he pocketed the phone only to be pulled into a noogie by Ryang. "Hey man what's with all of the phone calls and scheming? You double timing these ladies or something, huh?" He asked Maxwell while rubbing his knuckles into his head. Maxwell threw him off but Ryang flipped in the air and landed on his feet. He got up and laughed. "Nice move." "Thanks." He rubbed the side of his head. "Listen, it's not like that at all, okay? I just think Noire needs a friend and it's a lot more complicated than it looks and we have a few things to figure out. But we're going to start sorting it all out tomorrow."
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Post by superkamiguy1 on Aug 3, 2024 2:18:04 GMT
"Okay that is...that is crazy...but are you for real? One guy just soloed the entire gang? Even Maxwell would've had trouble doing that. Are you sure you saw what you thought you saw?" "I swear to God, man. Just because he was on Turbo Speed doesn't mean it didn't happen. Like I said: He was too fast for me to keep my eye on but I know for a fact that he unleashed hell on them." "So he's just like that, huh? I guess I'll have to look it up later. I'm pretty sure it was on the news. But, anyway, thanks for telling me. I still find it a bit farfetched but I'll take your word for it." "You just had to be there man." "Cool beans...do you still have the evidence? Like the bloody plastic wrap or bag?" "Oh heck no! I tossed all that in the Recyclotron after I got home and never mentioned it again. I made it home, I had my comics, the paramedics were taking care of the bullies and I was good to go." "Fair enough." "Just...look, if Max really is thinking about dating Noire? Then he's walking straight into a Den Of Vipers. Caine and Darcy are scary enough, especially with how super smart Darcy is, and Noire's their older sibling? What kind of beast is she then?" Otto questioned. "You know? I've always wondered about Darcy. Look, she's smart. She's really smart. I'm pretty sure she's the smartest kid at our school. It makes you wonder why she sticks around when she could easily be taking classes at The High-School with her sister. Maybe even College level." Glenn commented. "Who knows? Maybe she turned it out because she wants to keep an eye on Caine. Somebody has to you know." "Yeah, because it clearly won't be the teachers, right?" Glenn joked. They had a quick short laugh together over their little in-joke. "Yeah, sadly not everyone is as cool as Sensei." Clyde smiled at the compliment while observing Ryang Yong-Su's match with another student. Otto, Glenn, Clyde and the others watched and observed as Ryang styled on his opponent. His movements were flashy but efficient and effective, his style resembled a form of Martial Arts Tricking that he'd modified to The Dynamo Style. His Tricking Moves were used to distract his opponent and trip them up before he moved in close and disabled them with swift and brutal efficiency. If Maxwell had any rival at the Dojo it was Ryang The Ripper. His unfortunate opponent, Toby, was quickly overwhelmed by his Fast&Furious attacks and downed without being able to land a hit in return. He tapped out and Ryang smiled and helped him up to the cheers of the other students. Ryang even added in a sick backflip for effect! "Yeeeaaaah! WHO DA MAN, HUH?" "...Think he could beat Ryang?" Glenn questioned. "Well, I mean, Ryang would've beat all those losers, right? Just like Maxwell and Hunter, right? But...I'm not sure if he'd do it as fast as him. Hey Ryang? How fast are you?" "The only thing faster than me is light!" Ryang declared proudly. "Yeah that checks out. I...I guess that would be fast enough." Toby climbed backed up onto his feet, coughing and rubbing his chest, and gave a shaky thumbs up to him. "Good effort bro. Keep training, alright?" Ryang told him and clapped him on the back and walked back over to the kids. "So what are we talking about?" "The creepy goth girl that Maxwell's maybe dating." "Not yet officially!" Maxwell told them. "We've only just officially interacted today!" "Nightshade?" Ryang asked. "Nightshade." Sensei Clyde Grayson just chuckled at their antics. (Ahhhh, young love.) As the rest of the group was winding down from their matches and happily chattering among themselves on their break, Toby walked up to Clyde. "H-hey Sensei." "Oh hey man. What's up?" "I just...I wanted to say I'm sorry for my performance today. I know I got whipped but I'll do better next time." Clyde smiled and sat down to lower himself to Toby's level. "Hey now don't worry about it. You lost a friendly match. It's fine. It happens. The occasional loss isn't a big deal at all. Whether you win or you lose you can still learn from it all the same. Trust me, I got my butt kicked quite a bit growing up. Before, during and even after I started learning martial arts. But I never let it define me. I just used it as inspiration to do better next time. Each and every time I got up, brushed myself off, and learned from it. Now look at me: I'm a teacher to entire classes of young up and coming students and I'm teaching them life lessons at the same time! That's the best way to live your life Toby. It's not about whether you win or lose. It's about having fun and learning from the experiences. Trust me Toby. You've got a whole load of potential buried inside of you. You just have to put in the work and train for it and you'll find the hidden strength sleeping within you." Toby's mood quickly improved all over again. "You're right! That's right! I just have to put in the work! It's like you always say sir!" "Train hard, work hard, move well, study hard, play well, eat right and rest right and you'll find the warrior within. That's how we roll, little man!" He responded and high-fived Toby. He rose back up to his feet and smiled and nodded as he watched Toby run back over to his group of friends. - Class eventually let out and the students filed out of the dojo after changing into their street clothes. Some of them were already being picked up, others were walking off to go get some drinks and a snack while they waited. Maxwell stepped out into the nice cool night air and took a deep breath to inhale a moment of relaxation and sanity after a day of wackiness. His moment of rest and relaxation was interrupted by the buzz of his phone. He fished it back out of his pocket. "Hola?" "Buenas noches, Maxxy! How was class?" "Oh hey Vickie! We missed you tonight!" "Yeeeaaaah....I know I'll have to make up for it but after all that insanity at school today I just needed an evening to relax...but, ah, hey listen I was talking to Arya in the VR and we came up with a plan to speak with Noire about the whole Jade situation." "Oh hey! The Nightshades right? You won't believe what I heard about Caine!" "Caine? Is that her brother?" "Yeah. Check this out..." - "You've gotta be kidding! What is her whole family a bunch of Goth-Ninjas or something?" "Sounds about right. But hey what's your big plan?" "Alright, alright, here it is: I think we should group up and go visit Noire at her Mansion, you know, that big, ominous, creepy, totally a Horror Movie Setting Mansion, and sit down and talk to her about trying to stop her whole rivalry with Jade before it gets too out of hand. Just letting the whole thing go and letting bygones be bygones. Not necessarily making peace, because lets face it, I don't think Noire would care for that, but just letting what happened in the Ladies Room stay in the Ladies Room." "Phrasing." "Yeah, yeah, I realized it when I said it. But you get it right? We can reassure her that we'll stand by her and help to keep the peace." "Actually that's pretty perfect. I was hoping to talk to her about everything that happened anyway so we can combine the plans. But listen, I want to visit and check in on Phoebe too and the other kids who were affected by the blood spray and stuff. Noire is just the first one on the list since she's the closest." "Good idea. We can talk to Noire first, check in on the victims, and save talking to Jade for last and try to return peace back to the school." Vickie agreed over the phone. "Sounds good. Hopefully we can end this big dumb feud between the two of them before it escalates too far. Anything else?" "I want to talk to Ashley." "From Jade's Posse?" "Yeah. Even if Jade won't listen to us maybe we can convince Ashley to talk some sense into her." "Well, Jade's group usually aren't all that smart but Ashley's always been one of the comparatively nicer ones. So maybe that'll work out for us. Alright. So, meet up with the homies are school tomorrow and plan it out and then talk it out with Noire?" "Yeah. Talking with her is going to be Step One. Hopefully it'll go smoothly." "I'm sure it'll be fine." Maxwell assured her. "We just have to take the leap of faith you know?" "Yeah, just a leap of faith. Hopefully it doesn't land us right in the middle of a Creepypasta." "Ahhh relax. You've got me in the squad. If Faceless Slim tries to jumpscare us I'll just spin kick him." "That does, in fact, put me at ease. I'll see you tomorrow Maxwell. Spread word to the others, alright?" "Can do. Sleep tight Vickie." He hung up and sighed as he pocketed the phone only to be pulled into a noogie by Ryang. "Hey man what's with all of the phone calls and scheming? You double timing these ladies or something, huh?" He asked Maxwell while rubbing his knuckles into his head. Maxwell threw him off but Ryang flipped in the air and landed on his feet. He got up and laughed. "Nice move." "Thanks." He rubbed the side of his head. "Listen, it's not like that at all, okay? I just think Noire needs a friend and it's a lot more complicated than it looks and we have a few things to figure out. But we're going to start sorting it all out tomorrow." "That's your call, Max, and I wish you the best of luck with all of that. Let me know if you need any extra muscle." "We're going over there to talk with her and offer our friendship. Not pick a fight. Ideally we'll get in and get out after handling everything through dialogue and we'll all be able to move on with our lives. The situation devolving into a fight would be a failure on our part. Conflict resolution is the key here Ryang." "Alright then, I'mma head out. Best of luck with the Vampires." Ryang joked and waved goodbye to the group. Maxwell waved goodbye in return and sighed as he relaxed and sat down on a bench outside. "Bit of a crazy day, huh? You want me to come with you guys tomorrow?" Hunter asked him. "If you can work it into your schedule then sure. But like I said we're going there to talk it out with Noire and her family. No fighting if we can avoid it." "Got it, got it, dialogue options only." Hunter agreed. "I'll be there with you guys." "Thanks, Hunter." Maxwell responded sincerely. "Are you worried?" "Nah, not too much, I'm just tired. It's been a long day. But it'll be fine. I'm sure they're a perfectly rational and normal family who just happen to be a little eccentric." - Noire and Caine looked over the cyberized-corpse on the table. "It is a Zom-Borg." Darcy informed the two of them. Prompting the two of them to casually nod in understanding. Noire picked up her note sand flipped through them. "I see your intent sister. I think you're definitely on the right track you just need to refine the process a little more." Caine took a look through her notes on the cyberization process of the corpses and the current version she was working on. "Ohhhh yeah I get what you're doing here with all of this." "Right? So what do you think?" Darcy eagerly asked them. "I like it. This is a cool idea." Caine responded. "Yes. Delightfully morbid." Noire added. "In fact we would like to assist you with your scientific endeavors." "Really? You mean it?" "Sure! A chance to work on creating a zombified cyborg butler of our own?" "There's no way in hell we're turning that down." Noire informed her little sister with a smile. "When do we start?"
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Post by superkamiguy1 on Aug 10, 2024 20:57:42 GMT
As the rest of the group was winding down from their matches and happily chattering among themselves on their break, Toby walked up to Clyde. "H-hey Sensei." "Oh hey man. What's up?" "I just...I wanted to say I'm sorry for my performance today. I know I got whipped but I'll do better next time." Clyde smiled and sat down to lower himself to Toby's level. "Hey now don't worry about it. You lost a friendly match. It's fine. It happens. The occasional loss isn't a big deal at all. Whether you win or you lose you can still learn from it all the same. Trust me, I got my butt kicked quite a bit growing up. Before, during and even after I started learning martial arts. But I never let it define me. I just used it as inspiration to do better next time. Each and every time I got up, brushed myself off, and learned from it. Now look at me: I'm a teacher to entire classes of young up and coming students and I'm teaching them life lessons at the same time! That's the best way to live your life Toby. It's not about whether you win or lose. It's about having fun and learning from the experiences. Trust me Toby. You've got a whole load of potential buried inside of you. You just have to put in the work and train for it and you'll find the hidden strength sleeping within you." Toby's mood quickly improved all over again. "You're right! That's right! I just have to put in the work! It's like you always say sir!" "Train hard, work hard, move well, study hard, play well, eat right and rest right and you'll find the warrior within. That's how we roll, little man!" He responded and high-fived Toby. He rose back up to his feet and smiled and nodded as he watched Toby run back over to his group of friends. - Class eventually let out and the students filed out of the dojo after changing into their street clothes. Some of them were already being picked up, others were walking off to go get some drinks and a snack while they waited. Maxwell stepped out into the nice cool night air and took a deep breath to inhale a moment of relaxation and sanity after a day of wackiness. His moment of rest and relaxation was interrupted by the buzz of his phone. He fished it back out of his pocket. "Hola?" "Buenas noches, Maxxy! How was class?" "Oh hey Vickie! We missed you tonight!" "Yeeeaaaah....I know I'll have to make up for it but after all that insanity at school today I just needed an evening to relax...but, ah, hey listen I was talking to Arya in the VR and we came up with a plan to speak with Noire about the whole Jade situation." "Oh hey! The Nightshades right? You won't believe what I heard about Caine!" "Caine? Is that her brother?" "Yeah. Check this out..." - "You've gotta be kidding! What is her whole family a bunch of Goth-Ninjas or something?" "Sounds about right. But hey what's your big plan?" "Alright, alright, here it is: I think we should group up and go visit Noire at her Mansion, you know, that big, ominous, creepy, totally a Horror Movie Setting Mansion, and sit down and talk to her about trying to stop her whole rivalry with Jade before it gets too out of hand. Just letting the whole thing go and letting bygones be bygones. Not necessarily making peace, because lets face it, I don't think Noire would care for that, but just letting what happened in the Ladies Room stay in the Ladies Room." "Phrasing." "Yeah, yeah, I realized it when I said it. But you get it right? We can reassure her that we'll stand by her and help to keep the peace." "Actually that's pretty perfect. I was hoping to talk to her about everything that happened anyway so we can combine the plans. But listen, I want to visit and check in on Phoebe too and the other kids who were affected by the blood spray and stuff. Noire is just the first one on the list since she's the closest." "Good idea. We can talk to Noire first, check in on the victims, and save talking to Jade for last and try to return peace back to the school." Vickie agreed over the phone. "Sounds good. Hopefully we can end this big dumb feud between the two of them before it escalates too far. Anything else?" "I want to talk to Ashley." "From Jade's Posse?" "Yeah. Even if Jade won't listen to us maybe we can convince Ashley to talk some sense into her." "Well, Jade's group usually aren't all that smart but Ashley's always been one of the comparatively nicer ones. So maybe that'll work out for us. Alright. So, meet up with the homies are school tomorrow and plan it out and then talk it out with Noire?" "Yeah. Talking with her is going to be Step One. Hopefully it'll go smoothly." "I'm sure it'll be fine." Maxwell assured her. "We just have to take the leap of faith you know?" "Yeah, just a leap of faith. Hopefully it doesn't land us right in the middle of a Creepypasta." "Ahhh relax. You've got me in the squad. If Faceless Slim tries to jumpscare us I'll just spin kick him." "That does, in fact, put me at ease. I'll see you tomorrow Maxwell. Spread word to the others, alright?" "Can do. Sleep tight Vickie." He hung up and sighed as he pocketed the phone only to be pulled into a noogie by Ryang. "Hey man what's with all of the phone calls and scheming? You double timing these ladies or something, huh?" He asked Maxwell while rubbing his knuckles into his head. Maxwell threw him off but Ryang flipped in the air and landed on his feet. He got up and laughed. "Nice move." "Thanks." He rubbed the side of his head. "Listen, it's not like that at all, okay? I just think Noire needs a friend and it's a lot more complicated than it looks and we have a few things to figure out. But we're going to start sorting it all out tomorrow." "That's your call, Max, and I wish you the best of luck with all of that. Let me know if you need any extra muscle." "We're going over there to talk with her and offer our friendship. Not pick a fight. Ideally we'll get in and get out after handling everything through dialogue and we'll all be able to move on with our lives. The situation devolving into a fight would be a failure on our part. Conflict resolution is the key here Ryang." "Alright then, I'mma head out. Best of luck with the Vampires." Ryang joked and waved goodbye to the group. Maxwell waved goodbye in return and sighed as he relaxed and sat down on a bench outside. "Bit of a crazy day, huh? You want me to come with you guys tomorrow?" Hunter asked him. "If you can work it into your schedule then sure. But like I said we're going there to talk it out with Noire and her family. No fighting if we can avoid it." "Got it, got it, dialogue options only." Hunter agreed. "I'll be there with you guys." "Thanks, Hunter." Maxwell responded sincerely. "Are you worried?" "Nah, not too much, I'm just tired. It's been a long day. But it'll be fine. I'm sure they're a perfectly rational and normal family who just happen to be a little eccentric." - Noire and Caine looked over the cyberized-corpse on the table. "It is a Zom-Borg." Darcy informed the two of them. Prompting the two of them to casually nod in understanding. Noire picked up her note sand flipped through them. "I see your intent sister. I think you're definitely on the right track you just need to refine the process a little more." Caine took a look through her notes on the cyberization process of the corpses and the current version she was working on. "Ohhhh yeah I get what you're doing here with all of this." "Right? So what do you think?" Darcy eagerly asked them. "I like it. This is a cool idea." Caine responded. "Yes. Delightfully morbid." Noire added. "In fact we would like to assist you with your scientific endeavors." "Really? You mean it?" "Sure! A chance to work on creating a zombified cyborg butler of our own?" "There's no way in hell we're turning that down." Noire informed her little sister with a smile. "When do we start?" The Nightshade Siblings worked well into the night performing advanced surgical procedures on the cybernetically altered cadaver to perform the modifications and adjustments that Darcy required. It was a wonderful bonding experience for them. The trio laughed and chattered among themselves as they worked on the body. It was exactly the kind of morbid bonding experience the Nightshade Family loved and the kind of thing that could bring them back together. After a few hours of work they stepped back and finally removed their surgical gloves and masks. "Alright. We've done everything we can with it. Are you ready to give it another reboot?" "Yeah. I think we're ready this time." Darcy replied as she raised up the controller. "Zomborg 3.0 is GO!" She pressed the power button and the corpse slowly began to rise up straight until it was sitting upright and then it shifted to the side and sat up off of the table and stood up straight. "Hello, Zomborg. My name is Darcy Nightshade. These are my siblings Caine and Noire. We are your creators. I acquired your body from the city morgue and modified it with machinery to turn you into a Cybernetic Zombie. Hence, why I refer to you as Zomborg. You have been revived to serve as our employee and guardian. Do you understand these words as they have been spoken to you?" There was a momentary pause before it answered them. "Yes. Master. I am your loyal protector and employee. I will follow your commands." Zomborg answered them robotically. Darcy laughed. "Yeaaah that is what I'm talking about! This is amazing! I finally got one working! We got one working! Ohhh this feels so good! You know it's really funny: I can keep Gregory's head alive despite taking away everything below the neck but it took me so long to get a single Zomborg working. Still. Now that I know the process I can start up with the others." She laughed and hopped up and down and ran up to the Zomborg and hugged him. "Rest assured, Zomborg, you will be just the first of the new line of Zomborgs I'm developing. Hence forth you shall be known as Zomborg Number 1!" "Yes. Master." He responded simply "You know what? I don't say this often but this is actually rather sweet." Noire noted as she started removing her apron. "I know we disagree on things a lot but you're right. This feels good. It's nice to see her so happy." Caine replied. "I haven't seen her this happy since we delivered Gregory to her on Sinmas." "Speaking of whom it's been a long time since we saw him. Would you like to go visit him?" "Sure. I could use a drink." Noire and Caine bid farewell to Zomborg and left Darcy alone to relax with her new companion. They then ventured into the lab, navigating through the space as mini-robots roamed freely, as Darcy had allowed. Eventually, they arrived at Darcy's homemade mini-fridge, a sizable contraption where she stored Gregory and some extra drinks. Approaching the fridge, Noire quickly entered a simple code, and with a cheerful beep, the door swung open to reveal an assortment of health drinks, a few sodas, and a jar containing a severed head submerged in a clear blue liquid. The head was connected to an intricate network of machinery and wires, with electrodes protruding from its side. As the lights flickered back on, the older male blinked in surprise from the sudden surge of light shining on him and illuminating the refrigerator before he regained his vision and found himself face-to-face with the Nightshade Siblings. "Bonsoir, Gregory. Long time no see." Noire greeted him. "Hey man how's it hanging?" Caine asked. " Kill me." He pleaded with them in a weak and gravely voice. The siblings ignored him, retrieved their drinks and shut the door in his face.
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Post by superkamiguy1 on Aug 18, 2024 3:28:24 GMT
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Post by Valhalla Erikson on Aug 18, 2024 8:55:36 GMT
"Okay that is...that is crazy...but are you for real? One guy just soloed the entire gang? Even Maxwell would've had trouble doing that. Are you sure you saw what you thought you saw?" "I swear to God, man. Just because he was on Turbo Speed doesn't mean it didn't happen. Like I said: He was too fast for me to keep my eye on but I know for a fact that he unleashed hell on them." "So he's just like that, huh? I guess I'll have to look it up later. I'm pretty sure it was on the news. But, anyway, thanks for telling me. I still find it a bit farfetched but I'll take your word for it." "You just had to be there man." "Cool beans...do you still have the evidence? Like the bloody plastic wrap or bag?" "Oh heck no! I tossed all that in the Recyclotron after I got home and never mentioned it again. I made it home, I had my comics, the paramedics were taking care of the bullies and I was good to go." "Fair enough." "Just...look, if Max really is thinking about dating Noire? Then he's walking straight into a Den Of Vipers. Caine and Darcy are scary enough, especially with how super smart Darcy is, and Noire's their older sibling? What kind of beast is she then?" Otto questioned. "You know? I've always wondered about Darcy. Look, she's smart. She's really smart. I'm pretty sure she's the smartest kid at our school. It makes you wonder why she sticks around when she could easily be taking classes at The High-School with her sister. Maybe even College level." Glenn commented. "Who knows? Maybe she turned it out because she wants to keep an eye on Caine. Somebody has to you know." "Yeah, because it clearly won't be the teachers, right?" Glenn joked. They had a quick short laugh together over their little in-joke. "Yeah, sadly not everyone is as cool as Sensei." Clyde smiled at the compliment while observing Ryang Yong-Su's match with another student. Otto, Glenn, Clyde and the others watched and observed as Ryang styled on his opponent. His movements were flashy but efficient and effective, his style resembled a form of Martial Arts Tricking that he'd modified to The Dynamo Style. His Tricking Moves were used to distract his opponent and trip them up before he moved in close and disabled them with swift and brutal efficiency. If Maxwell had any rival at the Dojo it was Ryang The Ripper. His unfortunate opponent, Toby, was quickly overwhelmed by his Fast&Furious attacks and downed without being able to land a hit in return. He tapped out and Ryang smiled and helped him up to the cheers of the other students. Ryang even added in a sick backflip for effect! "Yeeeaaaah! WHO DA MAN, HUH?" "...Think he could beat Ryang?" Glenn questioned. "Well, I mean, Ryang would've beat all those losers, right? Just like Maxwell and Hunter, right? But...I'm not sure if he'd do it as fast as him. Hey Ryang? How fast are you?" "The only thing faster than me is light!" Ryang declared proudly. "Yeah that checks out. I...I guess that would be fast enough." Toby climbed backed up onto his feet, coughing and rubbing his chest, and gave a shaky thumbs up to him. "Good effort bro. Keep training, alright?" Ryang told him and clapped him on the back and walked back over to the kids. "So what are we talking about?" "The creepy goth girl that Maxwell's maybe dating." "Not yet officially!" Maxwell told them. "We've only just officially interacted today!" "Nightshade?" Ryang asked. "Nightshade." Sensei Clyde Grayson just chuckled at their antics. (Ahhhh, young love.) As the rest of the group was winding down from their matches and happily chattering among themselves on their break, Toby walked up to Clyde. "H-hey Sensei." "Oh hey man. What's up?" "I just...I wanted to say I'm sorry for my performance today. I know I got whipped but I'll do better next time." Clyde smiled and sat down to lower himself to Toby's level. "Hey now don't worry about it. You lost a friendly match. It's fine. It happens. The occasional loss isn't a big deal at all. Whether you win or you lose you can still learn from it all the same. Trust me, I got my butt kicked quite a bit growing up. Before, during and even after I started learning martial arts. But I never let it define me. I just used it as inspiration to do better next time. Each and every time I got up, brushed myself off, and learned from it. Now look at me: I'm a teacher to entire classes of young up and coming students and I'm teaching them life lessons at the same time! That's the best way to live your life Toby. It's not about whether you win or lose. It's about having fun and learning from the experiences. Trust me Toby. You've got a whole load of potential buried inside of you. You just have to put in the work and train for it and you'll find the hidden strength sleeping within you." Toby's mood quickly improved all over again. "You're right! That's right! I just have to put in the work! It's like you always say sir!" "Train hard, work hard, move well, study hard, play well, eat right and rest right and you'll find the warrior within. That's how we roll, little man!" He responded and high-fived Toby. He rose back up to his feet and smiled and nodded as he watched Toby run back over to his group of friends. - Class eventually let out and the students filed out of the dojo after changing into their street clothes. Some of them were already being picked up, others were walking off to go get some drinks and a snack while they waited. Maxwell stepped out into the nice cool night air and took a deep breath to inhale a moment of relaxation and sanity after a day of wackiness. His moment of rest and relaxation was interrupted by the buzz of his phone. He fished it back out of his pocket. "Hola?" "Buenas noches, Maxxy! How was class?" "Oh hey Vickie! We missed you tonight!" "Yeeeaaaah....I know I'll have to make up for it but after all that insanity at school today I just needed an evening to relax...but, ah, hey listen I was talking to Arya in the VR and we came up with a plan to speak with Noire about the whole Jade situation." "Oh hey! The Nightshades right? You won't believe what I heard about Caine!" "Caine? Is that her brother?" "Yeah. Check this out..." - "You've gotta be kidding! What is her whole family a bunch of Goth-Ninjas or something?" "Sounds about right. But hey what's your big plan?" "Alright, alright, here it is: I think we should group up and go visit Noire at her Mansion, you know, that big, ominous, creepy, totally a Horror Movie Setting Mansion, and sit down and talk to her about trying to stop her whole rivalry with Jade before it gets too out of hand. Just letting the whole thing go and letting bygones be bygones. Not necessarily making peace, because lets face it, I don't think Noire would care for that, but just letting what happened in the Ladies Room stay in the Ladies Room." "Phrasing." "Yeah, yeah, I realized it when I said it. But you get it right? We can reassure her that we'll stand by her and help to keep the peace." "Actually that's pretty perfect. I was hoping to talk to her about everything that happened anyway so we can combine the plans. But listen, I want to visit and check in on Phoebe too and the other kids who were affected by the blood spray and stuff. Noire is just the first one on the list since she's the closest." "Good idea. We can talk to Noire first, check in on the victims, and save talking to Jade for last and try to return peace back to the school." Vickie agreed over the phone. "Sounds good. Hopefully we can end this big dumb feud between the two of them before it escalates too far. Anything else?" "I want to talk to Ashley." "From Jade's Posse?" "Yeah. Even if Jade won't listen to us maybe we can convince Ashley to talk some sense into her." "Well, Jade's group usually aren't all that smart but Ashley's always been one of the comparatively nicer ones. So maybe that'll work out for us. Alright. So, meet up with the homies are school tomorrow and plan it out and then talk it out with Noire?" "Yeah. Talking with her is going to be Step One. Hopefully it'll go smoothly." "I'm sure it'll be fine." Maxwell assured her. "We just have to take the leap of faith you know?" "Yeah, just a leap of faith. Hopefully it doesn't land us right in the middle of a Creepypasta." "Ahhh relax. You've got me in the squad. If Faceless Slim tries to jumpscare us I'll just spin kick him." "That does, in fact, put me at ease. I'll see you tomorrow Maxwell. Spread word to the others, alright?" "Can do. Sleep tight Vickie." He hung up and sighed as he pocketed the phone only to be pulled into a noogie by Ryang. "Hey man what's with all of the phone calls and scheming? You double timing these ladies or something, huh?" He asked Maxwell while rubbing his knuckles into his head. Maxwell threw him off but Ryang flipped in the air and landed on his feet. He got up and laughed. "Nice move." "Thanks." He rubbed the side of his head. "Listen, it's not like that at all, okay? I just think Noire needs a friend and it's a lot more complicated than it looks and we have a few things to figure out. But we're going to start sorting it all out tomorrow." Shout outing one of the most underrated video game movies ever. High props for that bruv!
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Post by superkamiguy1 on Aug 18, 2024 22:38:47 GMT
As the rest of the group was winding down from their matches and happily chattering among themselves on their break, Toby walked up to Clyde. "H-hey Sensei." "Oh hey man. What's up?" "I just...I wanted to say I'm sorry for my performance today. I know I got whipped but I'll do better next time." Clyde smiled and sat down to lower himself to Toby's level. "Hey now don't worry about it. You lost a friendly match. It's fine. It happens. The occasional loss isn't a big deal at all. Whether you win or you lose you can still learn from it all the same. Trust me, I got my butt kicked quite a bit growing up. Before, during and even after I started learning martial arts. But I never let it define me. I just used it as inspiration to do better next time. Each and every time I got up, brushed myself off, and learned from it. Now look at me: I'm a teacher to entire classes of young up and coming students and I'm teaching them life lessons at the same time! That's the best way to live your life Toby. It's not about whether you win or lose. It's about having fun and learning from the experiences. Trust me Toby. You've got a whole load of potential buried inside of you. You just have to put in the work and train for it and you'll find the hidden strength sleeping within you." Toby's mood quickly improved all over again. "You're right! That's right! I just have to put in the work! It's like you always say sir!" "Train hard, work hard, move well, study hard, play well, eat right and rest right and you'll find the warrior within. That's how we roll, little man!" He responded and high-fived Toby. He rose back up to his feet and smiled and nodded as he watched Toby run back over to his group of friends. - Class eventually let out and the students filed out of the dojo after changing into their street clothes. Some of them were already being picked up, others were walking off to go get some drinks and a snack while they waited. Maxwell stepped out into the nice cool night air and took a deep breath to inhale a moment of relaxation and sanity after a day of wackiness. His moment of rest and relaxation was interrupted by the buzz of his phone. He fished it back out of his pocket. "Hola?" "Buenas noches, Maxxy! How was class?" "Oh hey Vickie! We missed you tonight!" "Yeeeaaaah....I know I'll have to make up for it but after all that insanity at school today I just needed an evening to relax...but, ah, hey listen I was talking to Arya in the VR and we came up with a plan to speak with Noire about the whole Jade situation." "Oh hey! The Nightshades right? You won't believe what I heard about Caine!" "Caine? Is that her brother?" "Yeah. Check this out..." - "You've gotta be kidding! What is her whole family a bunch of Goth-Ninjas or something?" "Sounds about right. But hey what's your big plan?" "Alright, alright, here it is: I think we should group up and go visit Noire at her Mansion, you know, that big, ominous, creepy, totally a Horror Movie Setting Mansion, and sit down and talk to her about trying to stop her whole rivalry with Jade before it gets too out of hand. Just letting the whole thing go and letting bygones be bygones. Not necessarily making peace, because lets face it, I don't think Noire would care for that, but just letting what happened in the Ladies Room stay in the Ladies Room." "Phrasing." "Yeah, yeah, I realized it when I said it. But you get it right? We can reassure her that we'll stand by her and help to keep the peace." "Actually that's pretty perfect. I was hoping to talk to her about everything that happened anyway so we can combine the plans. But listen, I want to visit and check in on Phoebe too and the other kids who were affected by the blood spray and stuff. Noire is just the first one on the list since she's the closest." "Good idea. We can talk to Noire first, check in on the victims, and save talking to Jade for last and try to return peace back to the school." Vickie agreed over the phone. "Sounds good. Hopefully we can end this big dumb feud between the two of them before it escalates too far. Anything else?" "I want to talk to Ashley." "From Jade's Posse?" "Yeah. Even if Jade won't listen to us maybe we can convince Ashley to talk some sense into her." "Well, Jade's group usually aren't all that smart but Ashley's always been one of the comparatively nicer ones. So maybe that'll work out for us. Alright. So, meet up with the homies are school tomorrow and plan it out and then talk it out with Noire?" "Yeah. Talking with her is going to be Step One. Hopefully it'll go smoothly." "I'm sure it'll be fine." Maxwell assured her. "We just have to take the leap of faith you know?" "Yeah, just a leap of faith. Hopefully it doesn't land us right in the middle of a Creepypasta." "Ahhh relax. You've got me in the squad. If Faceless Slim tries to jumpscare us I'll just spin kick him." "That does, in fact, put me at ease. I'll see you tomorrow Maxwell. Spread word to the others, alright?" "Can do. Sleep tight Vickie." He hung up and sighed as he pocketed the phone only to be pulled into a noogie by Ryang. "Hey man what's with all of the phone calls and scheming? You double timing these ladies or something, huh?" He asked Maxwell while rubbing his knuckles into his head. Maxwell threw him off but Ryang flipped in the air and landed on his feet. He got up and laughed. "Nice move." "Thanks." He rubbed the side of his head. "Listen, it's not like that at all, okay? I just think Noire needs a friend and it's a lot more complicated than it looks and we have a few things to figure out. But we're going to start sorting it all out tomorrow." Shout outing one of the most underrated video game movies ever. High props for that bruv! Big thanks for the props man! Glad you're enjoying the story!
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