tampered | fight club

Entry tags:

oc - carla morir

fight club

When; Friday, February 10th
Rating; Fighting/Language
Characters; Our fighters
Summary; It's fight night.
Log;

The address that Carla had left as her meeting place left something to be desired. She had found the abandoned building on one of her frequent midnight boughts of wanderlust. It had once contained a relatively small indoor pool, it was clearly recreational, had no room for lap lanes. Not that it mattered much, it had long since been drained of water, its tiles broken. There wasn't much light, but she had been bothered to put up a few electric lanterns.

That's about as fancy as she's getting. Otherwise, she's waiting there with the medic, and with her hat and its numbers. She knows how many she spoke to, and has just a few extra should any strays wander in.

When she sees about as many faces as she'd expected and is tired of waiting, she brings round the hat. She's only explaining this once. Take a number, put it back and remember it. They're drawing opponents next.

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[[ooc; pre-fights, if anyone has business.]]

[She's the unofficial ring-master here. You can direct your complaint to the management, if you like, but she probably won't care.]

[[ooc; fights! handwaving is fine, but here's a spot if you desire!]]

[Carla is more than happy to go up first. Her long hair gets slung back quickly, but she jumps down into the pool, boots giving a brief thud.]

[Sephiroth leaps down into the pool lightly.

His hair isn't tied back. That might be because he's extremely arrogant (in fact, it probably is), but only his politeness shows in his expression as he faces her.]

{She knows this one is a soldier, she was around to say hello when he first arrived, she knows she's not much of a match, but that wasn't strictly the purpose of this.

They're not playing this game with referees, nobody is ringing a bell. It's sink or swim tonight. To her credit, Carla does not telegraph her movement unduly before her boot lashes out at his legs.]

[Sephiroth dodges, seeming to have moved out of the way just in time, but this is intentional. He is timing his movements to match hers.

He doesn't offer a return blow of his own yet, his movement purely defensive. He'd rather draw out his opponent and see what she's capable of.]

[Of course he's fast, but it annoys her more than he doesn't strike back than anything else. Sure, she was looking to improve, and that made it almost legitimate to call this 'sparring' but there's no pretending this isn't all about her self-destructive needs.

Carla tightens her stance in, watching him thoughtfully, but she's not an idiot, she knows she's being observed in kind. The movement of her forward hand is a feint before the other comes up and under towards the body.]

[Sephiroth can be very frustrating to fight. He's always like this, never expending any more than is needful for him to defeat an opponent, and his reflexes are almost too fast, his senses almost too acute.

He dodges again, his expression blank. He doesn't telegraph his movements. However, he still doesn't seem any faster than an ordinary human.

He's more interested in her improving her skills than in indulging her self-destructive desires.]

[Her eyes narrow, but there's no backing down from her. Her roommate has already saved her skin once from that stubbornness. She came here to fight, and that's what she's going to do.

Either she hits him or he wears her down and puts her out.]

[He is capable of doing a great deal of harm, though that's not the kind of fight he wants. However, he will strike, when he's ready.

He continues to dodge and weave, then, suddenly, swiftly strikes at her lower jaw with his fist. He could break it, but he doesn't exert that much force, still holding back.]

[Carla releases a huff of breath, but that's an improvement she appreciates. She shakes it off and tries again.

Getting hit is a great way to learn how to block.]

[Now he strikes with a series of punches, aiming for her weak points. The blows are still no stronger than an ordinary human punch. They'll leave no more than bruises, if they land.

As far as he's concerned, at this point, this is a teaching fight. There's nothing superhuman about it.]

[There is not longer much that is superhuman about her, although the people in her world would have very pointedly denoted that what she used to be was subhuman.

She brings her elbows in tight, moving to the best of her ability, but opens up again to retaliate, twisting to throw her elbow into his face.]

[He dodges again, but this time doesn't return with another blow of his own, returning to his defensive moves after his strikes, drawing back, to see what she'll do next.

He does enjoy the fight, the motion, even if it's not the kind of fighting he's used to, and even if Carla's a very different kind of opponent. They're not well-matched, where skill and strength are concerned, but he can find something of interest in any battle.]

[ Into the pool after Carla and Sephiroth's fight. This'll be an interesting one, if only because Lockdown is... well, Lockdown. He's grinning, though; win or lose, this is a good way to blow off steam. ]

[Jack hasn't fought like this before, at least not as far as he can remember: one on one, bare-fisted, and without even the thought of using his relatively recently-gained plasmid powers. But he's fended off enough assailants with just a wrench to defend himself, so he figures this can't be much of a step down...right?

He drops into the pool after the other fighters have cleared away, rolling up his sleeves and eyeing his opponent. This shouldn't end too badly.]

[Dean jumps down about the same time, boots thudding on the bottom of the pool. By comparison, Dean is really accustomed to hand to hand combat. It's damn nearly monthly for him back home.

It's okay though. Dean likes it best when he's underestimated. He grins at Jack, jerks his chin up and then winks.]

[Oh. Jack recognizes this guy now.

He already feels bad for however this is going to turn out.

But there's no backing out now. He nods to him, still not saying anything, and puts his fists up. He may not be used to fighting only with his fists, but he is used to doing whatever it takes to survive.]

[He shouldn't feel bad. Contrary to his behavior, Dean's self esteem is low enough that he believes he deserves a beat down, so if that's the way it goes, Dean will take it like...well someone who spent 30 years in Hell being tortured.

He takes a step forward, purposely telegraphing the right hook he's aiming at Jack's chin. He needs to know how good Jack is and how good he's going to have to be.]

[[ooc; anything and everything else.]]

[When not fighting, Sephiroth stands watching, interested in others' techniques, their strengths. It's always educational to watch others in combat.]

[Now this one seemed interesting. He didn't even need to second guess this one was strong as he sensed the aura about him; One that was fairly close to his own. Dark and cold. Approaching him, Aion stood by his side as he stared in the general direction that the man was looking off to.]

A participant I take it. Who are you going to be facing?

[He causally began the conversation.]

I am. I'll be facing Carla.

[The general is calm and collected. He gives a polite nod. He's felt the lack of sparring partners here, although the very thought reminds him of his friends, and things he'd rather forget. But he'll push those thoughts out of his mind for now, focusing on the matter at hand.

He doesn't expect anyone here will be as strong as he is, but he's interested in others' capabilities nonetheless, and he would enjoy facing a stronger opponent, if one appeared. He's used to sparring with his fellow SOLDIERs, but he has no problem with facing off against those with ordinary human abilities. He'll simply hold back as much as is required, allowing them to challenge and test themselves.]

And you?

Oh? [He raised an amused brow with a light snicker.] A match with the ring leader, hm? How unfortunate.

[She was a gutsy one, however, he couldn't imagine her being stronger than this man. Aion would have liked to see him at his full potential. The sinner's blood boiled with excitement to the sheer thought.]

Just here to observe, though... [His crimson eyes averted to glance at the man as well as a smug look on his face.] I may reconsider depending.

Unfortunate? How so? These are mere sparring matches.

[Carla, as far as he's aware, is an ordinary human, so he knows he won't be pressed, but he won't disrespect his opponent, and the precision involved in measuring out his strength is its own kind of challenge, testing his control.

His own expression remains more or less neutral, aside from the slightest trace of a smile.]

I see. What might make you reconsider?

Your words speak for itself.

[A mere sparring match and one meant to play around rather than test true strength at least for this guy. That slight smile was a good indicator however...]

The level of entertainment, of course.

[His intense expression indirectly conveyed specifically from him]

Do they? I wonder.

[He'd meant that there was nothing unfortunate about the matches, as they weren't serious battles, and that he didn't mind being paired with any of the others.

Sephiroth decides to ignore the implication that the remark refers to him in particular.]

I do find it interesting, to watch how others fight. However, I'd rather participate than spectate.

I take it you're a soldier of sort. The body only yearns what's natural to it after all. [He gave a shrug as he pushed his glasses up.]

Feeling a bit restless, are we?

You're not wrong, I'm a SOLDIER.

[Not that the capital letters are obvious when spoken.

He considers the question. Is he restless? He does miss action, combat. He misses sparring.

And the memory of what happened back in his world makes him uneasy, when he focuses on it too much. So one might say he was restless. In the end, he agrees, in his way.]

I try to find ways to occupy my time here.

[Bingo. As he had figured. His own body was the same after all. The only way to keep moving forward and the only way one knew of progress in his actions.

This certainly might be worth investing in.]

Then perhaps I shall entertain you one of these days.

[Even though he knew the man could win against Carla with ease, it would be an awful shame to have him use up any of his stamina before crossing blades with him.]

[Having taken note of the day, Aion arrived a bit earlier than the promised time to see who would be fighting. He carefully studied the place and found it interesting that she would choose here of all places to hold a match though understandably so. It was cheap and secluded, which the latter was good.

The sinner stood along the wall with his hands in his coat pocket after a while and decided to now, observe the players entering one at a time. A bit of his own blood lust seeping out of him, he took that as an initiative greeting to see who would notice and dare to approach.]

[Carla isn't very good about knowing when to be scared.]

What, you're just watching?

[She sounds a little scornful.]

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[Finally a challenge. He greeted her with a small exaggerated bow of his head and his infamous grin.]

Ah, the daring ring leader, herself. That's my intention. You seem disappointed.

[Her expression goes immediately bemused. You simpering prick. It's unfortunate she's in to that kind of thing.]

Incredibly disappointed.

[He did admire that spirit of hers. So he offered.]

Perhaps if you last your round, I may reconsider.

[Carla glances at the assemblage of men. There are a few she thinks she might be on par with, but her reason for calling them here wasn't to win, it was to practice.]

You want to try me after somebody else has warmed me up?

[His words, not hers.]

[The sinner lightly snickered to her wording. Warm up, hm?]

If it truly is a warm up that is.

[There was no point if she was torn afterward. Though the thought of driving her further into the ground and break that spirit of hers had its appeal.]

[He isn't the first to think that about her. Unfortunately, she has already been broken by one master and these are the pieces left-over.]

Some of these guys are fully trained soldiers.

[She knows Sephiroth, she greeted him when he showed up. It's not a secret to her.]

And I'm a street fighter. How do you think this is going to go.

[Well, that certainly confirmed it, perhaps even a bit disappointed to hear this fact. Male or female, Aion didn't discriminate as long as they were strong. Even so, may be there was something that could drive her to her true potential. The motive wasn't clear however.]

And you still insist on holding such match. One has to wonder.

No, one doesn't.

[We're here to fight, not wonder.]

Interesting. Why is that? Have I hit a soft spot?

[Clear avoidance though he didn't mind the "don't think act" behavior. He was that way after all.]

[She laughs. Answering dryly,]

You're real sweet, but no. I'm just saying you can mind your own business.

[A hand lightly held up with a small laughter, he gave a gesture that spoke of him backing from the issue.]

As you wish.

[It was no use pushing someone who wasn't willing to talk and neither did he wish to bother with forcing her. He'd find out eventually somehow.]

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