Who: Anole and Pixie When: Saturday afternoon Where: Yellow Block training room What: Anole teaches Pixie a few moves for the upcoming tournament Notes: Log format The empty Yellow Block training room felt like a 30 by 30 yard tomb, silent save for the distant hum of electricity, the stark florescent lights in the ceiling making it feel all the more bleak. Vic had sent his 'usual' trainer away in order to spend some quality time training with a new friend. He hated his trainer anyway, ever since his new arm had grown in, the man wanted him to just stand still and slug things out. That was not at all Vic's style of fighting, so not dealing with the guy was a great blessing. He was in light work out pans and a white muscle shirt, rolling his shoulders as he attempted to loosen himself up while waiting for his sparring partner to arrive. He moved to the control panel near the door, flipping through what bodies, settings and programs the room had to offer.
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There was a wall of man behind her when the door opened, her wings unbound in the half second before he pushed and slammed the door behind her. Like she could just flitter off or something if he wasn't fast enough. She groaned, stretched her wings and then smiled, bounding over to give Vic a hug. Dressed in what amounted to a pair of pink yoga pants and a matching tank top the girl looked more cute than ready to fight. "Hii."
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"Hello!" the green male simply beamed at her as he gave her a squeeze back. "Man, that guard's convince you're trouble, isn't he?" He teased, nodding to the door the guard had vanished behind. It always amused Vic, a new mutant, no matter how harmless n reality, was always treated lime some dangerous criminal. It was so silly. "How have you been?" He questioned, giving her one more squeeze before he selected something off the control panel, a human seeming to appear in the middle of the room. It was a hologram, but looked shockingly real, and stood staring blankly at nothing.
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"I am." she grinned, then twirled a bit, "Least m'Da always said I was a bit anyways." The squeeze draws a faint squeak from her, and in moments she's back and away stretching her wings again in preparation. "Thanks f'helpin me wi' this Vic." murmured softly, her head bowed faintly, pink locks falling over her face.
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"Oh I'm sure you could be," he returned with a grin, watching her flutter about. It was fun to see, he was quite convinced he could watch her fly around all day, if given the chance. She was so colorful and cheery and so full of moment, it was like watching a real live cartoon. "It's no problem," he assured, waving her thank you aside. "Not saying the trainers don't know their stuff, but not all are ready to teach people like us how to best use our powers. I mean, mine wants me to stand still and box, and that's just not how I work. I think the kind of strike-and-run I've learned will work for you. You don't strike me as the kind who could take too many punches," he teased.
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"I don wan' a fight t'all." she whined softly, flinching at the idea of being punched. Her lower lip is bitten, lashes lowered and she started looking around, "Bu.. m'guessin a bi' a dust isn'a gon' win the figh' for me."
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"I don't like it either," he returned quietly, reaching to set an assuring hand on her shoulder. "Sadly, we don't get a whole lot of choice here. I think your dust and your flying will do wonders to help you out." His comment was honest, nodding his head ot help enforce this honesty. "But you need to know how to end a fight, close the match so you can get out and on with it. That's what I hope to help you with."
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"Okay." She answered softly, lowering her head and scuffing one sneaker clad foot against the floor of the training room. A deep breath was drawn in, exhaled, then she looked up at Vic again and reached for his hand, needing contact, needing touch. "I..I'll do m'best."
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She nodded and lifted from the ground in a flutter and flick of iridescent rainbow wings. Around the room she zipped and zoomed, giving him a moment to see her in flight, to get a feel for her speed and such, if only because he's her tutor and needs to know these things, not at all because she's showing off.. no.. not that.. really. "A'right... so.. once I've them dusted wha'then?"
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"Well the best thing to remember is that a moving target is much harder to hit," he began with a gesture of a hand, after watching her little performance, of course. He was grinning brightly as she shot around the room, unable to repress the smile. "If you keep moving and especially if they're distracted by your dust, try to get behind them. A back attack is one of your best chances at taking them out. Now, I'm going to show you a choke hold." he paused to let her absorb this, a small frown on his lips. He was sure she would not like that at all but well... it was one of the easiest ways to win the fight.
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She zipped over and hovered there in front of him, legs curled faintly almost in a perfect fey pose, it came naturally, the single extended leg with pointed toes, the other curled at the knee behind her. No doubt why she got the name that she did. "Choke hold. Oh, I rememba tha', m'Da watched th' wrestlin some nights." She nodded and zipped around to put a tiny arm around his throat, ineffectual and wrong.
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"Yes, something like that!" he chuckled, at least she had an idea, that was a good start. She seemed comfortable with it, too. "The one I'm going ot show you is a little easier. It also is one of the more painless ways to take someone out. It puts them to sleep, doesn't hurt that much, but causes some panic." He grinned and poked playfully at one of her sides as she attempted the hold, slipping free of her arm before he sprang at their practice dummy. He latched himself around the figure, like a spider or a monkey, hanging on to the figure's torso with his legs while his forearms moved around the neck. "See here?" he asked as he nodded to his arms. He had one forearm in front of the man's neck, the other behind, and was gripping onto his own elbows to secure the lock. "It's very hard to get out of, easy to maintain and does the trick. Think you can try it?"
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She watched, biting down on her lower lip. With her gymnastics training and her flexibility, clinging like that wouldn't be much of a problem. The girl nods, pink hair bouncing at her shoulders. "Can do tha." she agrees, or at least she can try it, though she doubts her own arms will be strong enough to hold most mutants.
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He dropped off the dummy and stepped back to show her the movement. "The trick is to get the front arm under the chin, after that you just hold on." He showed the moiton, trying to show that it should be a quick sweep under the chin, then locking the arms. "Your arms are small so it should be easy for you. Some of the bigger guys can't pull this off at all, if their arms are too beefy to get under the chin!"
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"Aye n'some'a them can pull MY arms off if'I try on someone t'strong." She answers with a wink and a grin and then hops down to spring onto the dummy's back, arms in place easy enough, and one two three her fingers lock on the opposite elbows and she has a good grip. Of course, if his neck was thicker, she'd have problems with it, her arms wouldn't be long enough.
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"That makes two of us," he returned with a grin, holding up his thin left arm to show his obvious handicap. "Good!' he praised, moving forward to slip one hand into her arm and gave a tug to show her how strong the lock could be. "They generally panic but you can't last too long without air. Hang on a bit after they stop moving then you're home free. They'll wake up in a few minutes with a bit of a headache, but otherwise be fine." He wanted to make sure she knew she was not seriously hurting anyone, it was important to him, he had the feeling it would be important to her, as well.
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She holds on tightly, even as he tugs on her small arms. Those large blue eyes lift to look at him over her shoulder. She turns and kisses his cheek affectionately as he tries to tug. Fiercely clinging though, he can't easily dislocate her from her hold on the dummy, which is what he wants, she's suspecting. "Oh, good.." she answers, giving a small nodnod. "Don' wanna be hurtin anyone."
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He grinned and wrinkled his nose playfully as she kissed his cheek, letting his hand drop off her arm so she could dislodge herself from the dummy. "very good!" he praised her, patting her shoulder, ever careful of her wings. "That's one of my favorite moves, pretty solid and one of the more painless take downs. You could do a lot of fancy things," he mused to himself, looking her over. "Swoop down and see if you can't knock out the back of their knee. Knocks them down without hurting and I'm sure it will thrill the audience. I should show you a clubbing take-down too... just incase..."
"Oh, I like t'go clubbin. I didna ge' t'go much though since I only jus hit 18 aye?" She huffs a faint sigh and then realizes that's not what he means at all and shakes her head. Things are so different now and she's still having a hard time adjusting to her new life of fighting and everything. It just wasn't her, but then, she doubts she's the only one who feels that way around here.
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"If it makes you feel any better, I've never been!" he offered with a bright grin attempting to cheer the poor girl up. One of the joys of growing up on Revolve, really. "I know it's hard," he added softly, giving her a warm look. "But hang in there, it will get easier, and you'll always have me to run to Even if you do end up using my own moves against me some day," he teased with a wink.
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"I don' wanna ever ha' to fight you." A faint worried frown crossed her lips, something rarely seen on those mercurial features. Her arms crossed over her chest and she knew, in that moment that he'd throw the fight if she did get put up against him, to keep from hurting her.. because were she stronger, it's what she would do.
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Vic cringed slightly, brows knitting up a little. He sometimes forgot about the harder elements of the island, the idea that you would be fighting those you liked was a question of when, not if here. He knew that someday he would end up in the ring opposite Mason, and even throwing the fight, it would be painful and emotional. "Don't worry," he assured quietly. "I'm a block above you, so I'm sure it will be a very long time before that happens. And when it does I expect your top-notch dust so I can see all kinds of fun things," he teased, attempting to lighten the mood.
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"We'll fig'r it ou.. s'long as it's no a death match, aye..." She nods faintly and then gives him a pitiful excuse for a grin. "Oh yah, hard core dust f'you darlin." She grins, wiggling her fingers at him almost threateningly. She knew the dust didn't hurt, didn't cause nightmares, but it could make someone hurt themselves.
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"God, I hate death matches," he murmured, shaking his head and chuckling into his hand before he rand it up over his face and to the back of his head. "Oh noes! Evil Pixie!" He cried in mock terror, letting his voice climb high. "Well, I guess I've got one more move for you, then I'll let you enjoy the rest of your day," he offered.
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"I like hangin' ou' wi you." She pouted faintly, but came to land beside him, so he could show her that one remaining move. She still looked mildly worried, she didn't want to talk about death matches, not ever.
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"And I enjoy your company, too," he assured with a warm look, taking in a breath to steady himself. Talk of death matches did always bother him as well, so he happily skipped away from the subject. "The back of the head here is very vulnerable," he began, pointing to where the spine met with the base of the skull. "A good hit can leave someone dazed enough or out cold to let you win the match. You've got a good advantage, since you can get a flying start and some momentum going."
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"No.." she answers with a shake of her head, biting down on her lower lip. "I won' do tha'. It's too tender there, an I could snap a body's neck tryin' tha'.. I won.." She shakes her head again firmly and takes a half step back from him, tensing up, expecting him to be displeased with her.
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His eyes softened, he was not angry, the genuine sadness was clear in his features. "I know it's not fun,' he said gently. "But someday you might find yourself against someone who really does want to hurt you. I'm not showing you this so you'll use it right away, but if you need to... isn't it better to know it, to be able to stand a chance?" He kept his voice gentle, turning his palms up to try and show that this was a matter of survival, that he just wanted the best for her.
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"I.." she starts to argue again and then just hangs her head and gives a faint nod. He's right, she had seen a few in her short days, who seemed to be genuinely cruel, genuinely sadistic. She had seen a few who would want to hurt her. Hell, there had even been one that had leered at her and said that he got to keep who he beat for the night. She had ran before she had heard the rest of his plans. A nod is given. "A'right, I.. I preciate it, Vic."
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Rather than try and start teaching, Vic stepped in and gave her a tight but careful hug. Poor thing looked like she needed it. This was not the nicest or easiest place to find ones self in, Vic more than understood it. He just held her, waiting to see if the simple action would help some of her spunk and sparkle return.
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She sighed, bumped her head against his chest and nuzzled there kittenishly, then she pulled back and swallowed hard, giving him a grin as she tried to regain her composure. A smile begets a smile and soon she's okay again. "Right, I'm a try it.." she answers, then she zooms up, kicks off of the wall and drives the back of her forearm into the spot he showed her on the dummy.
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"Well done!" he smiled, clapping his hands. "You can also go in with a kick, that's best if it's a guy a lot bigger than you. Use the blade of the foot," he instructed, showing the angle to hold the ankle to make sure she did not damage herself. "And... that should hopefully get you through a fight or three in the tournament."
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"Hope so.." she answered and then landed faintly after trying the kick too. Her wings flicking and fluttering are all that bely her continued uncertainty for her facial features hold her bright and warm smiles easily enough despite her inner turmoil.
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"You'll do great." He assured again with all the confidence int he world before he dropped an arm about her shoulders. "Come on, that's a rap. What do you say we get some coffee and relax a bit?"
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"You really wan' gie m'caffiene again?" She asked with a grin, fluttering her wings again, this time against his arm, she knows he's curious, but afraid to touch. [16:51] Feral Gibbs: "Will it let me see you sky dance more?" he teased, glancing down and back to her wings, shaking his head. "They really are lovely."
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"Nuh uh. They'll b'puttin m'bindin's back on whe we walk ou.." She answers with a huffed sigh. "Th'make m'shoulders hurt." Then she blushes, turning even more rosy cheeked than usual. "Thank ya.."
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"Oh, right." He frowned, shaking his head as he remembered that little fact. Vic had always been fairly free to use his powers at will, as he had always been a 'good boy' and remained well under control. He could not begin to imagine how difficult it was for the new arrivals to be restricted from their powers. "Well, some other day, then. Hopefully they'll trust you not to fly away soon enough so you can fly whenever you want."
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"Th'sai I can ha' them off whe m'new collar's ready. It's go..a range thing i' it that'll zap me if I go m'ore'n a mile from th' island, up down or sideway.." And who wants to be stuck in the middle of the ocean a mile off shore. "The.. I'ma get to d'liver packages an stuff leas til I ge' an owner."
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"Oh that sounds wonderful!" Victor beamed as he moved to the door with her. "Jobs are good to have here, help pass the time, and earn some money. Money's a nice thing," he chuckled, thinking over the multitude of goodies his job and work had earned him. He opened the door and frowned at the large man outside. "Now go easy on her, she's not going to try anything." Not that he had any real pull, but he was not about to quietly put up with seeing sweet little Pixie manhandled.