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Post by Vespera Velázquez on Feb 22, 2012 2:15:51 GMT -5
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What a day. Hell, it wasn't even close to being over yet, but Vespera was already feeling like if she could die she'd feel better. It was around three in the afternoon at the latest, but she couldn't care less as she lay on her right side, facing outward on a bench in the park. She had worn her usual attire today, since she had decided she was going to do some training on her own today. She didn't feel like it was fair to let her Meister do all the work, so she wanted to get better at fighting for herself.
It didn't go well, evidenced by the numerous scrapes and smudges of dirt on her face and her arms and legs, despite trying to cover them up. She had been in the forest practicing her partial transformation, but she kept getting thrown off balance whenever she transformed her foot. Either she would lose track of the shift in weight or she wouldn't reform it in time to have a solid landing. And trying to hobble on it like it was a peg leg didn't work either. The worst part though is the part that landed her here: She had become so frustrated with how poorly it was going that she transformed her hand and punched a tree limb that was close to the ground. It was also on level with her face. The vengeful tree smacked Vespera strait in the nose, and she staggered off, dazed and utterly defeated, to the bench where she now rests.
"What did my clothes do to deserve this...? Guess I really am no good without a Meister..." she lamented as she curled up into a ball.
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Post by Rick Fader on Feb 22, 2012 3:25:34 GMT -5
So far, the day had been rather disappointing for Rick. His classes were rather boring. Even though he had his physical performance tests today, even those proved boring. Aside from brute strength, he managed to do quite well on it. As a matter of fact, years of training and experienced had developed him into becoming something on par with Maka or Patti in terms of everything but brute strength. While this should've made Rick happy, the test felt a tad bit too easy for his liking.
Ymir and Cin were too busy to hang out with the Demon Chair today. Obviously, Cin had work at the garage. Ymir was off practicing with that partner of his, the goofy knight kid, Spearow, or whatever his name was. Meanwhile, in terms of homework, Rick really didn't have any. Working ahead on his homework left him with little to do, especially on days he didn't have to head into work. At this point, video games also felt dull to him.
With nothing better to do, all Rick could think of was the park. His outfit was the usual jeans, boots, t-shirt, hoodie, fingerless gloves, and baseball cap. Perhaps just sitting on the park bench with some junk food would get his spirits up. In his left hand was a bag containing his mushroom and swiss cheese burger, along with some french fries. The other contained a very large cup filled with cola. As Rick looked around for a bench to sit on, he saw a familiar face. The dirty, blue-haired girl was none other than Vespera, one of his recurring classmates.
"What did my clothes do to deserve this...? Guess I really am no good without a Meister...", the girl moaned.
Rick glared at the girl as he walked up to her. Once the scarred teenager came to a stop, he took a sip of his cola. Ever since she had partnered up with that Lynn girl, she seemed to be better off. However, during the incident at the Zoo, Lynn got injured enough to leave her out of commission. To be honest, he knew how Vespera felt, and probably Lynn too. When he was stuck in the hospital to recover from critical injuries received in battle, he felt like he might never return. But that wasn't the case, and Rick certainly hoped it wasn't. However, he couldn't stand to just watch one of his classmates just give up, which is what this was starting to look like to him.
"Shut the fuck up!", he exclaimed to the tired girl. From the dirt on her clothes, it looked like she did actually try to practice, but her attitude showed him that she was ready to give up. "If yer just gonna fuckin' quit and bitch, then you will never be good without a Meister. Now, I've seen yer Partial in class, and I think you could work it out. When yer ready to get the fuck up, I'd like to see what ya got. . .", he told the girl sternly. If anything, he planned on helping his fellow classmate. If nothing else, helping Vespera with combat training would give him something to do.
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Post by Vespera Velázquez on Feb 23, 2012 2:33:05 GMT -5
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Vespera just seemed to get more depressed as Rick ranted off against her negative attitude. She knew he was right, and that was making it hurt more. She thought about Lynn lying in that hospital bed, while she got out with only minor injuries and it became unbearable. Vespera started to tear up as she desperately held back the urge to cry. She buried her face deeper into her arms, trying to hide it. Her voice trembled as she spoke in a voice that would make a mouse sound like thunder.
"I was useless to my Meister in full weapon form, what good can my partial be...?" A sob got through finally as her reddened eyes glared out from behind her arms at Rick. "I let my friend down. She deserved a better weapon, but she stuck with me anyway. What did it get her? Hospitalized. Why did I get to walk away...?" Her eyes turned from Rick and slowly started to narrow, like she was going to pass out, but it was really the feelings of guilt eating away at her.
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Post by Rick Fader on Feb 23, 2012 19:27:16 GMT -5
Rick sat down on the bench across from her, awaiting a response. Meanwhile, he pulled out the french fries from the white bag, and started to slowly consume them. Rick saw the girl's eyes tear up before she buried them in her arms. The Demon Chair knew what was coming from here. "Oh sweet fucking Zombie Jesus. . .", he thought to himself. As he listened to the girl's voice tremble, he occupied himself by eating his fries, the only thing keeping her from pimp slapping her and telling her to stop this shit.
"I was useless to my Meister in full weapon form, what good can my partial be...?", she said. Finally, the girl broke into the sob he had anticipated. "Score one for mwah. . .", he thought to himself, gorging on his french fries faster. Rick tried his hardest to drown out her sobbing, but couldn't help but keep his attention on her reddened eyes glaring at him with depression. "I let my friend down. She deserved a better weapon, but she stuck with me anyway. What did it get her? Hospitalized. Why did I get to walk away...?". The girl then turned away from him, continuing to angst over the incident.
Rick put down his fries and looked at the girl. "And if you weren't her weapon, do you really think an incident like this wouldn't have happened to Lynn anyways?", he asked the girl sternly. "Unless the weapon was either some godly ass fucking shit like Excalibur, was a pussy who dragged her the fuck off at the sign of an especially dangerous motherfucker, or if Lynn herself was fuckin' Steven Segal, than that'd be really fuckin' unlikely.", he told the girl. "Risk and injury are a part of the job, and I assume you two were on yer own against that fuckin' Giraffe Dragon. The fact that you two survived until those Exorcists arrived and helped us fuck the more dangerous of the fuckers up, like that Giraffe, was a goddamn miracle. Besides, there's a chance that she'll recover from her injuries and get the fuck back on the field.", he told the girl, the last sentence being told in a more reassuring tone.
"Shit, there have been a fuck ton of times where injuries that should've ejected a student from duty have only left scars. From what I've heard, Black*Star's battle with Mifune five years back should've fucked him up, with even Kimmy's healin' magic barely doin' dick. But aside from all them scars, he came back, got into Spartoi, and whipped more ass than ever before.", he said to the girl, hoping to give her hope. "Just do what you can to support yer partner during her recovery, and if she needs rehab to get back into shape, help her get rehabilitated for combat.", he said again.
At this point, Rick pulled the burger from the bag. The Demon Chair unwrapped his meal, steam rolling off on the beef patty between the sesame seed bun it and the melted swiss cheese and mushrooms were sandwiched by. While awaiting the girl's response, the Demon Chair tool a large bite from his burger, enjoying the flavor. "Whatever you do, don't you dare give up on her. I haven't met the girl, but I'm sure she'd want you to keep trying. Besides, when she's ready to get back into the swing of shit, you'll be an even greater weapon for her. . .", he finished for the moment, his mouth full of burger.
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Post by Vespera Velázquez on Feb 24, 2012 21:27:34 GMT -5
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Vespera remained silent for several minutes after Rick finished his ranting and glanced out to see what he was eating, as the smell carried over towards her. She hadn't eaten yet, but food hasn't been the foremost thing on her mind these past few days. Looking at the burger caused her hunger to erupt audibly in the form of a growl from her stomach. Her face blushed from the embarrassment as the thoughts continued racing through her mind. Hunger. Regret. Guilt. Strength. Work. Witches. Kishin. It was becoming more than she could keep strait. Rick certainly seemed to be trying to encourage her, and he was saying the right things, but she wanted to hear these things from Lynn.
She knew that Lynn, if she were standing here, would be saying very similar things, with that bright smile and unwavering optimism. Even though she was still unconscious, Vespera was certain that Lynn was still smiling in her own mind, certain that everything would turn out OK. Would it be, though? What if Lynn woke up and blamed her for everything that happened? Well, she'd be right. It boils down to one simple thing:
"A Weapon is supposed to protect their Meister, right...? At all costs, is what I remember hearing... I failed at that. Miserably. But you're right... Lynn wouldn't want me to give up, and I don't want to give up on her... I can't... But what if she doesn't want me back after that...? What if I can't find another Meister in the mean time...? I don't know if I can cut it as a solo weapon..." She paused for a moment, and finally sat up right on the bench, avoiding eye contact with Rick and instead staring at the ground. "That's what you are, right...?"
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Post by Rick Fader on Mar 1, 2012 22:06:51 GMT -5
What followed Rick's words was silence. Tension hung in the air, tension thick enough to cut with a knife. The Demon Chair could hear the hungry growls of her stomach. Rick couldn't help but ask himself what she would say or do in response. Would she listen to what he had to say to her? Would it just get deflected? Would she snap and attack him? Would she just run away?
Eventually, the silence was broken by Vespera herself. "A Weapon is supposed to protect their Meister, right...? At all costs, is what I remember hearing... I failed at that. Miserably. But you're right... Lynn wouldn't want me to give up, and I don't want to give up on her... I can't... But what if she doesn't want me back after that...? What if I can't find another Meister in the mean time...? I don't know if I can cut it as a solo weapon...", she told him. But before Rick could say anything, she spoke up again. "That's what you are, right...?", she asked him, avoiding contact with him while speaking up.
"Yeah, I am one. . .", he told the girl. "And I'm sure Lynn would give you a second chance. It was a whole new ball game. And besides, he caught you by surprise, something I don't think you'd have much control over. But if she won't take you back after that, then you could always find a new meister. There are plenty of meisters around for you to find, plenty of people that would be compatible with you.", he told the girl. "Even if you don't have to resort to going solo, I'll still teach you how to use your Partial to fight solo. . .", he told the girl.
After a moment, Rick considered her growling stomach again. "If you train with me, I'll get you a burger. . .", he offered the girl.
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Post by Vespera Velázquez on Mar 2, 2012 0:52:53 GMT -5
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Vespera still didn't want to make eye contact with Rick. She still felt ashamed of herself. At this point it was less about her screwing up, because it was slowly getting through to her that she couldn't have prevented what happened, and more about being seen in the condition she was in. She had a lot of pride in her appearance, and she looked like she felt right now: miserable. She'd wipe her eyes with her sleeve if it weren't for the dirt on them.
Rick had made a good point about being able to find another Meister, but she felt like it was like betraying Lynn. Vespera was positive that they were going to become a team that would be engraved in Shibusen's history, and in one instant that was all over. She was already afraid of rumors spreading about her letting Lynn down at the Zoo battle, just like the word spread when she arrived that she was a staff. A weapon that most Meisters would dismiss because they don't know how to use one to kill. Vespera didn't even realize a staff could kill until Lynn made her aware of it, she always thought of it as a weapon for disabling people. Then Rick offered to help her train with her partial transformation.
"If you train with me, I'll get you a burger. . ."
Vespera's face started burning red when she realized that the sounds of her stomach were carrying like that. Train with him, huh...? She could tell just by looking at Rick, finally doing so, that he was the type to not pull any punches. Lynn was like that too, but when they were doing self-defense training Lynn held back. She had this feeling that Rick would not be so kind. Still, with an offer like that, it's not a good idea to refuse it.
"All... all right... Sure. Just... don't expect anything spectacular. I'm already worn out here." she said, slowly standing up.
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Post by Rick Fader on Mar 2, 2012 4:26:02 GMT -5
"All... all right... Sure. Just... don't expect anything spectacular. I'm already worn out here.", said Vespera as she slowly got up. Rick himself put the burger down, and plopped it haphazardly back inside of the bag. The Demon Chair got up from the bench, and looked at the dirtied girl. Perhaps it wouldn't be such a good idea to fight with her while she was in her current state. But then, Rick himself had to learn how to fight while on the brink of physical exhaustion. She would have to fight through the pain.
"Hit me.", said the Demon Chair nonchalantly. "Hit me with yer best shot. . .", he told the girl. The first thing he'd do would be to see how she used her partial to fight him. More importantly, how effective were her strikes at this time. If she couldn't strike with fists or her partial transformation, then he'd happily show her how. If she could, then great, one less thing to teach her.
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Post by Vespera Velázquez on Mar 2, 2012 15:09:34 GMT -5
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Vespera looked petrified when Rick gave the blatant command to attack. Lynn had done something similar back when they were training, and she felt the same fear back then. Of course, Lynn's approached turned out to be gentle and informative. This was feeling more like it was going to be an actual fight than a tutorial on how to fight. She had to remember the things that Lynn taught her in the short time they were partnered. Watching Lynn fight, Lynn teaching her how to fight, she was going to have to try and pull all of that together.
"All right..." she said softly, nodding her head.
She rushed forward, pulling her right arm back. When she got close to Rick she threw her right arm strait at him, her fist balled up, then it quickly changed to the normal end of her weapon form as she looked to connect it strait to Rick's left cheek.
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Post by Rick Fader on Apr 21, 2012 19:41:30 GMT -5
On his command, the blue-haired weapon look petrified. The Autonomous Weapon continued to look at her, waiting for her to strike. While it wasn't exactly a conventional way to train, it was a good way to size her up. Rick wanted to see where the girl would aim. Would she go for a simple blow to the torso or face? Would she aim for a vital point for a fatal blow? If she were to go in for a killing blow, he would dodge, and he would hope she knew why.
However, she went for a punch toward's Rick left cheek. Mid-punch, her fist transitioned into her partial transformation. In light of this, Rick simply stood their to take the blow. And when the thin end of the metal staff connected, Rick fell to the ground. A nasty bruise covered the area where Vespera's partial attack connected. Rick's nose was bleeding, he struggled for a moment to get up.
And yet, the Demon Chair laughed. It was a combination of a maniacal laugh, and one of happiness. Vespera had the right idea with her method. And while he would've gone for a fatal spot and hoped the person assessing him would know to dodge the blow and judge him by his attempt, they really hadn't discussed that anyway. Otherwise, a simple assessment could turn into manslaughter.
"Good work, Ves. . .", Rick told the girl with a grin on his face, blood trickling down his nose slowly, the bruise obvious to her. "Looks like you've already covered that one. Now, if you're going to pull that on an opponent to kill, aim for the windpipe if you don't already know that.", he told Vespera, grinning despite his bleeding nose.
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Post by Vespera Velázquez on Apr 21, 2012 21:58:17 GMT -5
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Vespera looked in disbelief as Rick struggled to get back on his feet. "Where did that come from?!" she thought, unable to comprehend how she had enough strength in her body to accomplish this. She looked at her still-transformed hand, her eyes still wide in shock. She snapped back to reality shortly after, though, transforming her hand back and leaning over a little.
"Ohmygodohmygod I am so sorry!" she said frantically. "I didn't--"
Her apology was cut off by laughter. Laughter?! Was this guy a psychopath?!
"Good work, Ves. . . Looks like you've already covered that one. Now, if you're going to pull that on an opponent to kill, aim for the windpipe if you don't already know that."
Something had occurred to Vespera after than sentence that she had never thought about before. Something that she had never considered because she thought her weapon form was useless. She was still a weapon. She could not only hurt people. She could kill them. The possibility had never even crossed her mind other than in the context of killing Kishin Eggs, and even then only when wielded by a Meister. She could kill someone on her own... just by partially transforming and hitting the right spot...?
"I... I don't know if I have the stomach for that." she said quietly, contemplating this revelation. Up until the zoo trip, it had really felt like fun and games for Vespera. Hanging out with her Meister, training as a team without a care in the world, and when the time came to really put it to the test, her bright shiny world suddenly got coated in a blanket of dirt. "Or the courage. It's easy to be fearless when you're metal and someone else is taking the risk... But... I guess if I have to... that means I aim for the throat, right...?" she finished slightly louder than before, but still below her normal speaking volume.
And when was she going to get that burger? Her mind was slowly starting to reorganize. Doubt still plagued her very soul, but she felt like she was finally starting to get the images out of her head.
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