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Tweak says, "My god, I'm gorgeous!"

berserker_rage (berserker_rage) wrote in mirage_rpg,
@ 2008-09-05 08:50:00

Entry tags:

arrival, complete, day 14, faith lehane, wolverine

Enter the Wolverine...
Who: Wolverine and Faith
What: Wolverine's arrival
When: Day 14, noonish
Where: On the beach
Rating: R
Status Complete

The metal of the cage was cool against his back, and for the first time that night the sticky humid air of the bar didn't bother him. The roar of the crowd filled his ears, and drown out the whispers he could hear across the bar of the bartender, who was offering every underage girl who wandered in a chance to get booze if they were willing to 'go in the back' with him for a few minutes. The glare of the lights shone brightly in his eyes, and his vision was filled with only the ring, instead of men with wedding rings who stole glances down the shirts of waitresses or women who looked like they were there for the business of 'pleasure'. And all around the smell of excitement drowned out the stifling smell of old cigarettes, booze, piss, vomit, and fear, all laced with the stiffling smell of hormones that choked the air around him.

For the first time that night, Logan truly felt alive.

Across the ring stood his opponent. The man likely outweighed him by at least a hundred pounds, if not more, though it would look to the layman like most of it was actually carried in the massive belly that the man had. 'Skullcracker' certainly looked like your average couch potato and then some, his pale belly spelling out violently over his straining belt which looked like it might explode and send the oversized buckle flying into the crowd at any moment. Anyone else would have dismissed this man as a fat oaf who didn't have any place in the ring. Make it a quick fight and be done with it. Most people hadn't spent lifetimes training in martial arts and street fighting, both in the orient and in the Americas though. Wolverine had, and his body could remember the battles even if the experiments had left his mind less than clear about the actual details surrounding the fights themselves.

What most people wouldn't see would be the way the man handled himself, the light agility with which he moved. True, he was probably what most doctors would consider overweight, but it was in the way that a sumo wrestler was overweight. Large frame, lots of lean muscle. Logan had seen the way sumos fought during his trip through Japan. Not exactly pretty. Western culture made you think that they were fat men who liked to jump at each other and do belly bounces. The reality was more horrific. All that weight would come forward like a freight train, and if that didn't blow you over, you would likely get a face filled with a flurry of palm blows. And that was if you were lucky enough not to have one of them grab you and just toss you like you were an empty candy bar wrapper.

As the announcer yelled out their names, he heard a roar for 'Skullcracker' his opponent, and a few drunken cheers for him, people who had bet for the underdog. If Logan had his way they'd be going home richer, and him along with them. He'd staked his last few bucks on this fight, and he didn't really feel like forraging for food out in the Canadian snow this time of year, or hoping to find an abandoned shack to break into that might or might not have supplies. Not that it mattered, he'd gone without before, it was just a hell of a lot nicer to sleep in a hotel room than it was to go wild, at least when the mood hadn't consumed him to do so recently. Besides, the worst part about roughing it was the cold food, because in the snow it usually wasn't worth the effort to start a fire. His body was unusually resistant to the elements anyway, so he could survive a night without getting frost bite, the healing factor saw to that.

When the match started, Logan crouched low. Most of the time he'd have just come up to his opponent with a swagger and wiped the floor with them. With someone like Skullcracker though, it was just as likely that he'd get smacked in the face. And while Skullcracker had probably earned his name rightfully on those who had mistakenly thought him just a fat slob, Wolverine's adamantium laced skull was a bit tougher to crack than most. What would happen instead was the larger man would likely break his knuckles against it, which would turn the roaring crowd around him into a mutant hating lynch mob faster than Wolverine could unsheath his claws.

Logan remembered idly as he pushed off of the cage how a few towns back he'd underestimated his opponent and wound up in that very situation. He'd managed to get out of it before anyone got too badly hurt, but it wasn't easy when you were up against drunken Friends of Humanity wannabes who were too stupid to realize that you shouldn't fuck with a guy who had several inch long metal claws that came bursting out of his hands. Those who were smarter though had called the authorities, and it'd lead to a long night of Wolverine running through the Canadian wilderness, wading through half frozen rivers in order to throw the police dogs off of his scent. He certainly had no intentions of doing that tonight.

As expected, the larger man came forward like a steam roller, using his girth and strength to his advantage, attempting to slam Logan against the side of the cage like a pancake. The smaller man was a little to nimble for that and sidestepped the attack, though he was surprised when a fist nearly clocked him despite it. It was time to take the wind out of bubba's sails here, and give the crowd something to really cheer about. Sliding out of the way of a couple more punches, and then leaping to the side to avoid a two handed axe handle blow, Wolverine came up behind the man and slammed his fist into the guys' back, careful to avoid the kidneys. As it was the man would likely feel as if he'd been hit in the back with a baseball bat. All that was left would be to pretend to take a few hits to make it interesting, and then KO-

Logan barely even saw the hand that came up and clocked him, sending him flying and sailing against the bars of the cage, causing a grunt to fall from his lips. What the hell? His punch hadn't even managed to soften this guy up. Was he a mutant too? The thought of it caused a low growl to come from him as he sneered and bared his teeth at his opponent. No, that wasn't it... over the faint roar of the crowd he could hear his opponents heart slamming loudly in his chest like a jack hammer, and as his opponent turned, wolverine's vision caught diallated pupils that should have been shrunk under the bright lights in the cage. Whoever this guy was, he wasn't a hero, he was just doping... something akin to PCP from the looks of it. Meaning he wouldn't feel a blow Wolverine landed on him, and would likely fight until his heart exploded...

There wasn't much time to think as the man came charging forward with a bellow that sounded nearly inhuman, his mind addled by the drugs that were coursing through his system. Logan leapt to the side and skidded back, growling. If he didn't think quickly this guy was going to die, one way or another, and it was going to get blamed on him. He had to figure out a way to end this match without dealing the death blow, or Logan imagined he'd be hunted quite a bit worse than he'd been when he'd broken a few arms. People already didn't take well to him drifting in and out of town, the last thing he needed was his face plastered all over wanted posters everywhere...

Though he looked like your average thug brawler, Wolverine was anything but. He'd had more than a lifetime of experience training, perfecting each motion of his muscles until he'd come up with his own way of fighting. A lot of it had been lost when Weapon X had taken his mind from him, at least in part, but what the brain forgot the body remembered, and with adrenaline starting to course through his veins, Wolverine's mind opened up to all that he knew. The best way to non lethally take down an opponent when they were drugged out like this was... hell, it was a longshot, that's what it was.

Taking in a slow breath, Logan grinned at the man, and motioned for him to come attack. Not that it seemed like there was much of a need, the bigger man was already rushing him before he could put his arm down, and at the last minute Wolverine leapt up, grabbing the side of the cage, his knuckles going white as he gripped it violently, wrapping his legs around his opponent's throat. The larger man, clearly out of his head resorted to pounding on Logan's legs in a fury, which might have caused a lesser man to let go. Logan was just glad he was too drugged out to consider prying Logan's legs from around his neck, or else he might have actually been able to do it.

As it was there was a chorus of boos as the larger man tumbled down, and Wolverine dropped to the ground beside him, checking his pulse. Racing, but still alive. Growling he walked up to the bookie and snatched his money from the man's hand. "He's doping. Get him to a hospital before his heart bursts..." he ordered, and then made a B-line for the door, slipping on his jacket as he stepped out into the night. It was cold, but Wolverine didn't feel it, his anger kept him warm.

"Hey you! Stranger..." a drunken voice bellowed out behind him. Wolverine didn't turn. It was best to just keep walking, let the man yell all he wanted to. "No body coulda taken Skull out like that, unless they was a freak... HEY! I'm talking to you...."

Wolverine's pace increased, but the man was starting to run. At this point running wasn't an option, if he ran it would just induce that predatory instinct in the man to chase, like a dumb animal. Instead Wolverine slowly turned around, murder in his eyes. He just hoped the man wasn't drunk enough not to see it there. Unfortunately, from the looks of things he was.

Logan grunted as the black haired man slammed him up against a propane tank, smelling the sour smell of alcohol on the man's breath. "You're one of them freaks, aintcha?" the man stuttered. Logan snarled, but noticed the man's friends coming after him out of the corner of his eye. Best to end this quick and painless, before they wound up getting hurt.

"Listen, Bub..." Wolverine growled, holding up one hand, letting the man get a good view of his claws bursting from his wrist, "Why don't you go back inside before you get hurt?" It had the desired effect, the man let go almost immediately. However, his friends, also drunk, weren't exactly so bright. Logan saw one of them whip up a gun, and he tried his best to push the drunken man out of the way before his friend fired it, causing the propane tank to errupt violently in the night in a shower of fire and shrapnel.

Heat permeated the air around him, and as he stirred lightly, wolverine realized that he'd gone to sleep without the nightmares for once. How long had it been since he'd been able to sleep like that, without Stryker or Sabretooth's face haunting him in his dreams. Too many memories, blurred together into a single pool that was too muddy to make anything out of...

But as the pain stabbed at him he realized that he'd not actually been sleeping at all. Memories flooded back of those idiots, firing a gun near a propane tank. Wolverine's cold blue eyes snapped open, only to narrow slightly at the blue sky of the afternoon. His ears were still ringing, but over them he thought he could hear the roar of the ocean? Slowly he let his head fall to the side to stare at he waves of the tide, slowly pushing in and then pulling out, watching the water retreat from him idly as he wondered where in the hell he was. Had the Program gotten a hold of him again? Was he in some sort of bizarre labyrinth of memories that he couldn't quite remember, or was this someplace else? He couldn't concieve of those drunken bastards dragging him anywhere but jail...

And he still hurt. Looking down the realized there was a 6 inch piece of shrapnel slowly pushing it's way out of his chest as his tissue regenerated. Growling, he reached up and pulled it violently out of him, not caring that it did more damage than good, the wound was already sealing closed before he got it completely out of him. Likewise a few other places on him had been singed, and were healing, or had bloody shrapnel in them falling to the ground. The explosion had just happened... yet he was here, miles away from Canada. None of it made any sense whatsoever. A normal person might have thought he'd died, but Wolverine wasn't that easy to kill, and he doubted his healing factor would be working for him in the afterlife.

Standing up, Wolverine paused and looked around. It looked like a beach resort... and the smells here were strange too. Civilization was in that direction, but did he really want to go looking for signs of life, before he knew what they were? The urge to stalk filled him, but that might not be for the best either. As he stood though, he could see that his shirt and jacket had been singed to shreds. Growling, he peeled them off and threw them to the ground...

Great... what now?

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dark_slayer
2008-09-05 10:53 am UTC (link)

This time, she'd gotten to sleep until she woke up naturally. No British Watcher had woken her for training. The sleep was nice, of course, but she found herself sort of wishing that he had. It had been interesting, yesterday, what had happened. Maybe he was avoiding her. Whatever. She didn't care. Or, so she told herself over and over again.

Yawning and stretching, the Slayer stepped out of her bed, still plush and gorgeous, as it always was. She wasn't going to live in a place where she could control how things looked and not make it gorgeous. Why would she? She didn't have a clock in her room, since she didn't much care what time it was, but she guessed from the light outside that it must be just before noon. Early for her to wake up, really, but she was up now.

A quick shower and she pulled on some clothes. She'd been training a lot over the last few days, and had nearly gotten used to the sweats she favored for that. Not today, though. Today, she pulled on a pair of skintight red vinyl pants, and a black top that revealed her midriff. Not exactly the shy type, obviously.

Dressed, clean, and hungry, the dark-haired girl made her way out of her room and towards the main building. Breakfast time, though of course to most it would be lunch. That didn't bother her, of course. She'd given up trying to figure out why most people liked to get up before she did. It was just one of those wierd things other people did. Like paying taxes. Not that anyone did that here, she supposed.

As she wandered into the dining room, one of the rocky golems came up to her and blocked her way. She gave it an irritated look, but predictably, it paid no attention. She shrugged and was about to step around it, or try her hand at knocking it away, when it held something out to her. A key. She took it and looked at it stupidly. She was most definately still half asleep. It was a room key.

"Oh, hell no! I didn't ask for..."

But her protestations met no response as the golem turned and walked away. Apparently, she'd been chosen and that was all there was too it. With a roll of her eyes, she turned around and headed out the door. The sooner she found this new person and got them settled in, the sooner she could get back to the important business at hand of filling her stomach.

Once outside, she shaded her eyes from the sun and looked around. The most obvious place was the beach, and anyway, she'd always loved being there. It was as good a place to start as any. And there was someone there that she hadn't seen before. Someone who, as she got closer, seemed to have the confused look on his face that people had when they were first pulled here.

Someone who was very shirtless and very ripped. A slow smile crossed her features as she walked up and tilted her head to the side, appraising him, and not exactly hiding it, either. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad, after all.

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berserker_rage
2008-09-05 07:37 pm UTC (link)

Logan stood for a while, taking in the scents of this place. Sometimes, if he stayed in one place too long he could pick out scents of people he knew, but in a place like this there were a miasma of scents. Most of them smelled... human. Some though, didn't smell right at all, as if they weren't human, or mutant. What the hell kind of place was this anyway? His eyes narrowed slightly as he smelled someone, and the smell got closer with the wind. Someone was heading towards him. The hunter in him told him to hide, to stalk whomever it was, but if there were aliens here or something weird, hostility could be taken badly... very badly. Whomever she was, wolverine could smell that she was human, and female... that might be better than what he'd get if he took his chances hunting. He'd hold his ground for the moment, see exactly what he was dealing with.

As Faith came up, he paused as he looked at her. She looked normal enough. Well, normal being a relative term given that it was rather hot outside and she was wearing leather pants and a midriff shirt that didn't make any secret of her curves, or the way her body moved. He looked closer though, and watched the way that she handled herself. When one knew how to fight, they built up certain muscles which made them move differently. It wasn't overly easy to tell, but he could see it on her. She didn't look overly dangerous, but she was. She could handle herself in a tussle with him, that much was more than clear. Wolverine felt himself bristle a little but managed to keep from curling his lip. Easy now, no reason to get jumpy...

Of course, all of that changed as Faith got closer to him. Logan straightened a little as another smell overwhelmed his senses. Pheremones. She was clearly liking what she saw, and normally Wolverine was used to women sneaking a peek at him and then turning away, his sense of smell the only indicator that they were at least appreciative of his body. Faith on the other hand seemed not to hide it at all, in fact her body language practically screamed it. Which only put him a little more on edge. He wasn't exactly a lonely guy, but it'd been a while, and wolverine's animalistic nature was buzzing in the back of his mind about the fact that Faith was probably interested and willing to enjoy some quality time on the beach here with him.

Still, he set his jaw slightly, and crossed his arms instead. Faith would be able to see the movement of his biceps flexing as he did so. Unlike Clark or her dour watcher, Wolverine wasn't the slightest bit embarassed about his body, or his sex appeal. He knew damn well he looked every inch like that outlaw biker that mom told you never to get involved with. Logan paused for a minute there, his eyebrows raising higher as he realized she was still staring. He was starting to feel a little bit like a piece of meat, but he relished the sensation, as it annoyed him enough to take off the edge of what her pheremones were doing to his heightened senses. He needed to keep things cool, after all, she did look a little young...

"Might want to take a picture... they last longer..." Wolverine rumbled softly. It wasn't said in a rude tone, and he followed it up with a light smile to show that he didn't exactly care if she stared all damn day long. It was a free country, after all, or... where he'd come from had been. Where this place was, that was another question entirely, and one that only the girl in front of him could answer, assuming she could tear her eyes away from his body for a few minutes.

"Don't mean to be rude, but... any idea where this place is? Last thing I remember I was in a bar brawl, and the next thing I know I'm at Club Med here..." Sure, he left out some of the parts about being next to a propane tank and having it explode in his face, but who knew how they treated mutants here...he wasn't about to volunteer information about himself, on the off chance he'd landed in the Friends of Humanity organizational Luau or some bullshit like that...

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dark_slayer
2008-09-06 12:16 am UTC (link)

She stood very still as he looked at her, and clearly, she did not have any issues at all about being stared at. In fact, she liked it more than a little. And the hormones that had sort of been brewing inside of her got stronger in response to his frank appraisal. Her sex life had really slowed down since coming to Mirage, that was for sure. The time with Lestat, back on her first day here, had been the most recent. If she had ever gone this long before, since she'd reached sexual maturity, she couldn't remember it. And didn't really want to.

She didn't look away, didn't even consider doing so. And when he just stood there and let her look, she grinned, delighted. No more of these shy, proper boys. No more people who looked horrified when she found them hot. He knew he was attractive, and if he was the epitome of the bad boy biker, she was the woman that no mother wanted their son associating with, the party girl of 'loose virtue'. Definately not the sort that you could take out for Sunday tea, that's for sure.

Dark eyes approvingly took in every move he made, and she smiled with an instictive sort of seductiveness as she took the last few steps toward him. Standing close, but not exactly in his personal space, her eyes ran over every inch of that body. Hot. Very hot.

"Yeah, maybe I will... you look good enough to make it worth it."

Her voice had taken on the low, purring sound that it did when she was very aroused. It was natural, actually. It just happened, not faked at all. She laughed suddenly as he spoke, and tossed something at him without any warning. It was a small, metallic item that glimmered as the sun caught it. His key.

"Mirage. Here's the deal. Some bored Planet got lonely and kidnapped people to keep it company. I'm one, and now, so are you. Apparently, we can't leave. Oh, and you aren't allowed to kill anyone, which is total bullshit. But we get this resort thing, we're supposed to just have fun, I guess."

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berserker_rage
2008-09-06 02:27 am UTC (link)

"Easy there... I bite." he said with a slightly wider smile as Faith stepped closer, but not enough enough to expose his canines, which were slightly elongated naturally. Her eyes were burning into him openly, and Logan reflected it was a good thing she didn't have heat vision, otherwise he imagined she'd have lit his pants on fire with the way she was eyeing him. Good thing they were a little worn but none the worse for wear, he could only imagine the looks he might have been given if she'd caught him here with no pants on. Then again, that wasn't exactly the best thought for keeping your hormones in check, now was it? Especially not when the slayer was standing so close...

Woah, Logan, woah. He blinked a little, but stubbornly refused to take a step away, even though her pheremones were almost choking him at this point, and all of his senses were making sure to remind him on a minute by minute basis that the girl in front of him was primed and ready. When there was a crowd, it was easy to let the mix of smells drown out everything. But with a single person pressed up close, it got quite a bit harder to control the animal inside, especially when confronted with someone who knew what they were doing. He'd met her type before, the typical heartbreaker... love 'em and leave 'em. Which didn't bother him so much, god knew he'd had his share of one night stands... it just seemed like a bad way to start out his trip here... or maybe it was a good way... a very good way.

Thankfully Faith managed to break the moment with a toss of his key, and she would see his hand snap up and grab it out of the air with surprising speed as soon as it came within arm's reach. Whoever he was he definately was either in peak physical condition, or not normal. In Logan's case it was both. He didn't like revealing so much about himself, but with the way she was making his head swim he was operating more on instinct now than common sense. He inhaled again and his brain screamed at him as he took a step forward towards her, looking down at the key. Subtle, she was giving him her room key, huh? Why bother with the hotel though, when the beach here was just as nice as it would be in there... the only question was how fast could he get her out of those tight leather...

But then he blinked as she started to give her little 'Avon Calling' speech about where the hell this place was, and Wolverine's eyes narrowed slowly as he looked around this place. "What the hell?" he said, taking a minute to drink it all in. This was bullshit... he was being lead on by someone, and he took a minute to spin around slowly to look for the candid cameras or something like that, but finally he turned back and looked at her. She wasn't lying, or she was as good a liar as he'd ever seen. He could smell it on her, even through the haze of hormones that she was sending his way. The whole thing though sounded crazy, but it made sense in an odd way... why it all smelled so... strange.

Immediately though agitation set in, and he scowled lightly. He was a free creature, the idea of a cage, even if it was as big as a planet, didn't sit very well with him. Not that he had a home to go back to, but he had freedom, and somehow he imagined if the planet had the power to bring him here just because it was feeling lonely, there were going to be plenty more hoops that he was going to have to jump through before his time here was up... if it ever was going to be up, really.

"Anything else I should know?" he asked in a slightly more sour tone as he took a step away from her towards the surf to stare out at it with his piercing blue eyes. Clearly the spell she'd put on him had been broken by the news of where they were and why... how the Slayer would take that, when there was such a tempting piece of beefcake standing within grabbing distance was anyone's guess.

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dark_slayer
2008-09-06 10:40 am UTC (link)

"Yeah? Should warn ya, I end up killing most of the things around me that bite. For you, though, I might make an exception..."

She could sense he was attracted to her, the animal in her calling to the animal in him, and he was responding. God, finally. Someone who knew what the hell they were doing. Lestat had as well, of course, but that had been a really damn long time ago, at least to her. Long enough that she was about to climb the walls through sheer sexual frustration. What was wrong with people on this damn Planet, anyway? Briefly she wondered if the Planet had some sort of thing for people with sexual repression, but then it hardly made sense that she would be brought here, if that was the case.

Then, it all stopped, and Faith could have screamed. Probably would have, too, but she was far too used to pretending she didn't much care about anything. Showing too much was dangerous. So she just let him step away and think. Maybe if she'd said it in a different way... but then, she wouldn't be her if she had. Then, her eyes brightened up as she thought of something. The damn plaque. She didn't have to do this on her own.

"Look, I've been here a few days, but I really suck..." And at the last word, her eyes darted down to the front of his pants, almost like she couldn't help herself, "at explaining shit to people. So, follow me, there's some stupid thing with, like, more information on it. And you need to find your room."

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berserker_rage
2008-09-06 11:28 am UTC (link)

She could hide her anger and frustration in her face, but it was a bit harder to hide the physical cues, especially from someone like Logan who could smell her hormones and pratically feel her sexual frustration beating at his senses. Even so, she'd have gone a better route to tell Logan he'd landed on an island of nymphomaniacs then be honest with him and tell him some Planet with abandonment issues had decided to take them here so that it could have a better sense of fulfillment. And when the hell did planets start taking people anyway? Did that mean that Earth just gave him up? Or was Earth just lacking any real power? There were too many questions, and not nearly enough answers to make Wolverine happy, but he got the feeling from the way that Faith was looking at him that she probably would have spilled everything she knew for a good tussle here on the beach at this point... she wasn't hiding anything.

"Some 'thing' with answers on it?" He said, looking at her again as if she were crazy. No crazier than anything else on this whole damned world, he supposed. From the smell of things it wasn't just his planet that had been taken. In fact, regardless of what Faith thought of him he brought the key up to his nose. Beyond the scent of her sex he smelled... something else. Not human, definately, but whatever had grabbed this before her had an odd smell to it, almost as if it weren't alive. Not an overwhelmingly comforting sign. Logan could tell already that this planet was going to be a pain in his ass, and one he didn't need. Probably had it better than most though, Wolverine couldn't imagine the Planet was overly selective about who it got.. not if it grabbed him anyway.

His eyebrows raised as she glanced down to his crotch, and he visibly looked down at it with her, as if to say 'oh yeah, that?'. Looking at it, Faith would be able to see enough of a bulge in those tight jeans to confirm two things to her. First, if she was worried about size, she had nothing to worry about. Second, and probably a hell of a lot more frustrating, she definately had an effect on him, which meant before she opened her big mouth about where they were, she was likely a few heartbeats away from getting some much needed action. Kind of a shame, but usually Wolverine kept his mind on business before he let himself get caught up in pleasure, not that he was one to ignore a little pleasure on the side.

Logan could watch the way her body responded to him, and despite it all it made a broad smile cross his features. Yeah, he knew he was pure sex in clothing, but it did feel nice every now and again to watch someone admit to it, openly. The real question was, would he do anything about it, and on that point the jury was still out. She was definately hot... but Logan was more interested in where he was than getting in her tight leather pants. Besides, he really did prefer redheads... but now that he thought about it, there was nothing to say a little fun would be wrong... or maybe he'd be a tease. Not exactly his forte, but when someone was as high strung about getting action as the girl in front of him seemed to be, making her shiver always made him feel good.

Slowly he walked up to her, boldly, and put his hand on her stomach. She could feel the callouses from hard labor that had built up over the years as he let his fingertips linger close enough that with a quick motion he could have easily hooked them into her leather pants. Then slowly he brought them up, across her navel and daringly higher still, till they were tracing an invisible horizontal line of skin just below the swell of her breasts, leaning in a little to murmer at her in a husky voice. "I don't care if you make any exceptions for me, darlin... I'm not exactly that easy to kill." he teased, referring back to their previous banter about biting, before stepping around her and letting his hand slide away, moving in the direction she'd started to shift to when she mentioned the 'thing' that would tell him everything. He imagined she'd catch up after she caught her breath.

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dark_slayer
2008-09-06 03:43 pm UTC (link)

Though Faith was one of the most sexual people around, she was also fairly proud. And this man was hot, she wouldn't deny it. But she'd seen hot men before. She wasn't going to let him manipulate her with his attractiveness. She did that to other people, she didn't have it done to her. And the look he gave her, like she was crazy, well, she'd been getting that same look since she could remember. It rolled right off her, just like it had when Clark gave her that look. Which reminded her, she still had to find out about him... but she could worry about that later.

She watched as he snatched the key out of the air with a sort of mocking lift of her eyebrows. In truth, though, she wasn't surprised. She'd sensed something about him right off. And not just that he was hot, either. A fighter always recognizes another one, or so she figured. And this man didn't just look dangerous. He was dangerous. Not that that bothered her. And his excellent reflexes only comfirmed things to her.

Either way, she wasn't going to allow herself to be teased. Definately not her style at all. She didn't tease, she didn't let others tease her. If they did, well, she had no time for them. She allowed him to touch her, with a slightly bored smile on her face, but he could no doubt smell her arousal. Still, she didn't know that. When he was done, she turned sharply on her heel and started heading off toward the main building.

"Maybe not, but I'm very good at what I do." Her tone was still flirtatious, or really more overtly sexual than anything else. A tease he might be, but a very sexually attractive tease. And he probably expected her to be panting after him, shocked or something. Not Faith, though. She accepted anything thrown at her and came back stronger than ever.

When she reached the door, she pulled it open and stepped inside. He could follow, if he wanted. Or he could try and figure out the Planet on his own, which she was sure he was more than capable of doing. God, she just really, really sucked at this greeter thing.

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berserker_rage
2008-09-06 04:37 pm UTC (link)

Wolverine blinked a little as she started walking past him, looking down for a minute at his hand and then shaking his head a little when she wasn't looking. Wow, must be losing his touch a little... She still smelled ready to take him right there, but her body language was more than enough to tell Logan to back off. Not a fan of the teasing, it seemed, which meant she was probably a little too used to having her way. Might make for an interesting roll in the bedroom, but probably nothing in terms of a long term relationship. Just something to note, he guessed, if Faith had turned around and stripped he honestly still wasn't sure if he'd have said no.

Now though, he was getting a little used to the sensation of her pheremones and arousal in his nostrils, so it made it easier to walk behind her with a clear head. Had she said out loud that she sucked at the greeting thing though, he would have been forced to agree. Still, he wasn't sure if anyone else might know more about this place, or if like true prisoners, whatever this 'planet' thing was that had captured them all had kept everyone here completely in the dark. As he looked around though he got slightly worried. He could spot machinery in the distance, and smelled.... was that coffee brewing? That was a bad sign, in Wolverine's opinion. When you ran a jail you kept people away from anything that they could use to escape... given that it seemed like they had plenty of freedoms... that meant that either whomever was running this show was stupid, or that there was no hope for escape. Lovely.

Wolverine just grinned as she mentioned she was good at what she did. He didn't doubt it, in fact, a part of him was rather curious. Not one for subtleties though, the hairy man just smirked at her as he crossed his arms and walked along side her. "Really? Well... maybe you and I should have a match sometime... if you're from another world, it'd be interesting to see how you fight." His words were less flirtatious and more truly interested. Inless she planned on trying to cut his head off somehow, anything she did to him could be healed from, probably faster than she could do it again. Still, he felt a little like flirting with her, and turned to look at her. "We could even have a friendly... wager... on it if you want."'

He followed her inside, not steping over her to open the door for her, not necessarily being ruded out by the fact that she just disappeared inside without him either. Chivalry and being a gentleman had it's place, but if anything had been made clear within his first few minutes of meeting Faith, it was that any relationship the two of them might have shared was certainly not going to be filled with manners and curtsies. No, he imagined if they hung around each other long enough, one of them would be tossing the other to the floor, whether it was part of a fight, or.... for something a little more interesting. He had to calm his thoughts though, and focus on the matter at hand.

As he came up to the plaque his blue eyes looked down on the words on it, reading them over in his head. What a nice fucking cheery little welcome message from his warden. No particular bragging about it, just an up front statement that it was the planet, they were stuck here, and they might as well enjoy it. That seemed... fair, he supposed, if one was particularly fond of being taken captive. To him though it made him bristle again with an instictual desire to be free. Even with a new world to explore, the idea of not being able to come and go where he pleased annoyed him. At least on earth, even if he'd not had the means to do so, there was a chance he could have left it, if it'd been what he'd really wanted to do... here he was just stuck, and it made him growl a little in anger.

"So, I take it this is the key to my room then?" he asked with a slightly sour look on his face. "Mind showing me the way?"

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dark_slayer
2008-09-06 05:11 pm UTC (link)

Casually, almost languidly, she leaned against the wall nearest to the door and watched as he he read the plaque. She'd had an interesting reaction to it, herself. First off, there'd been annoyance. A free spirit never likes to be tied down. But then, she'd been taken away from a life in prison, or on the run. She'd killed. And Buffy had seen it. But she'd been taken away from all that, and had a chance for a new life. So, she was irritated, but grateful at the same time. Or, as grateful as she really ever allowed herself to be.

His reaction, though, seemed much less mixed. She wouldn't have thought it possible, but even more than her, she sensed this man hated being caged. If she allowed herself to feel things like that, she probably would have felt sympathy for him. But then, he probably wouldn't have appreciated it, anyway, so it was probably all for the best.

"Yeah, tough shit, huh? Some damn planet gets lonely, and we're trapped for the rest of our lives. Kinda sucks." Again, the significant look at his crotch as she spoke that one word. "Oh, and about the other thing? Bring it on. Anytime, anyplace, I'll show you how they do it back in good old Sunny D, Slayer Division."

She walked, or rather wandered, through the room as he read the plaque and thought about it. Living on the streets for as long as she had, had certainly taught her a thing or two. And though no one would believe Faith knew when to keep her mouth shut, in this case, they would be wrong. She let him process it, and only spoke again when he addressed her.

"That's right, cowboy. And, sure, I'll take you to your room any damn time you want. Or mine. Or, you know, anywhere, really."

Just to make things clear. Nothing wrong with stating an interest in someone, especially a very attractive someone. She walked toward the door, calling out over her shoulder.

"What's your room number? It's at the top of the key, written there."

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berserker_rage
2008-09-06 06:18 pm UTC (link)

Logan made a mental note of where the Slayer was going, unable to help himself. He was usually wary of people, and she knew how to handle herself, which meant that she was worth watching twice over. The fact that she looked pretty good was an added bonus in that, Logan convinced himself. She was studying him though, he could tell, as he read the words, but his reaction couldn't be hidden by them. He didn't like it, and he liked it so little it touched down to the very core of what he was. Something that should be free, not teathered down. He preferred to just go, wherever the wind happened to take him. Sure, they might doll it up some other way by saying that it was for their own good, or that they'd have everything they could want to make them happy, but when you distilled it down to it's base parts, this place was a prison, no doubt about that.

A glance at the girl though and he couldn't see a drop of empathy in her. Probably one of those who had never really learned to feel that emotion, Logan had imagined. Sometimes life was a bitch, and before you knew it, you bottled yourself up to the point where you didn't really give a shit about anyone or anything so long as you managed to keep yourself breathing, keep your heart beating. Sometimes you didn't even care then. Sometimes you did what you did just to have something to keep your mind from anything, and didn't care about the outcome. It would certainly explain the carefree attitude when it came to his body, and the signals that she was giving him. Not that he minded something purely physical, but there almost seemed to be a need that she had inside of herself for it. Which almost lead him to believe it was some sort of addiction. Best not to overthink it though.

He snorted a little as her words again displayed clearly what she felt. Sucked to be him, in her mind, and herself, and probably pretty much everyone in this damn place. But no one had probably ever asked her how she felt about it. He might have started, but that sort of thing was a little too touchy feely for his taste. Maybe she should ask the planet for a psychologist or something like that. Logan did raise a brow at how much shit she was willing to talk though, and grinned at her. "Mmm, I'd be interested to see. Careful before you say any time or any place... surprise attacks are a favorite of mine..." and it was true, he could move nearly without sound when he wanted to...

He raised a brow as she basically told him that she was interested in getting laid. "Helps take the edge off, huh? Makes it so you don't have to think about things you don't want to?" He'd not planned on playing shrink to her, but still waters did run deep, and you didn't wander the earth for more than a century without gaining at least a little bit of wisdom into the human mindset. She struck him as someone with a sex addiction. He might have been reading too much into it, maybe she just thought he was really hot, but... the complete lack of sympathy about what was happening here, mixed with the desire to have sex with no strings attached when they'd just met... yeah, it didn't speak very well to her sense of willpower.

"A100." He said, noting that wherever this A building was, it probably was fairly close, and room 100 was right near the exit. Good, he didn't know how much time he was going to be spending in it anyway. Regardless of the fact that he was trapped in this place, coming back to the same hotel room night after night was a worse hell than just roughing it in the woods or taking a tent out to the beach. At least there nature could surprise you instead of having things just be... stagnant, day after day. "Looks like we're in for a short walk..." he noted, following after her.

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dark_slayer
2008-09-06 06:44 pm UTC (link)

The dark-haired girl nodded as she walked out the door once more. A building must be on the other side of the main building from hers, which was D. She could find his easily. After so many days spent here, she knew her way around pretty well, so she led the way to the exit closest to where she suspected the building that would house him was. As she walked, she called over her shoulder.

"Right, so, there's a bunch of shit around you might want to know about. Restaurant, all the food you could want and any sort, too, just tell the rock men and they bring it. And a bar. I get the feeling you'll like that. You look like the bar type." She continued her monologue as she wandered through the hallways. "There's a gym, in case you ever wanna face me in a fight or something. I'm up for it. I'm always training."

Finally, she reached the door that led from the main building outside again, and across a short expanse of lawn, there it was, the A Dormitory. Looked the same as hers, only different. Which made no sense, of course, but it was true in the same way that identical apartments can feel different to the people who own them. She shrugged it off, though. She didn't have to live there, so why worry about it?

"Yeah... well. You can say that again. Whenever I've been fighting, I get crazy. At least when I don't kill, and wouldn't you motherfucking know it, I can't kill here. So sex it is."

Which was, of course, a very interesting way of both saying a lot, and saying little to nothing. Maybe she did need a shrink. She probably did, and deep down, she knew it. But there was no one to make her go to one, and she'd never go on her own. Also, she had told herself for so long that she didn't need anyone else, that she'd come to believe it. Or, at least, mostly.

"Home sweet home is in there." She pointed to the dorm building, and then turned around to look him. Very, very hot. Practically radiating masculine sex hormones, and it was definately interesting to her. She raised an eyebrow in silent question, and wondered in a semi-amused way what would happen next.

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berserker_rage
2008-09-06 10:16 pm UTC (link)

Wolverine followed close behind her, trying not to let his eyes drift down to the sway of her hips which was alluring, like the rest of her. For not the first time, he really regretted having a conscience. But he did, as much as he would let the animal inside of him guide his actions, when it came right down to the knit and grit of it, he was a decent human being. Which meant that as good as Faith looked, because he really thought that she might have an issue, he wasn't going to make a move on her. Not that it wasn't more than a little tempting with her smelling like he could slide right into her this instant. Damn, he really needed to do some meditation tonight. If there were lots of other frustrated girls like Faith around, he was in for some serious frustration in the days to come until he found a way out of this place.

Yes, despite it all, Logan planned to escape. He wasn't exactly sure how he was going to manage this one, but he was at least going to give it a shot. He'd escaped from Weapon X, after all, how horrible could it be to escape from an entire planet, right? Yeah, something told him that it wasn't going to be nearly as easy this time around, but he was damned if he wasn't at least going to give it a good try, just for the sake of it. His claws could cut through damned near anything, as far as he could figure, so as long as he found a door somewhere, he could bust it open. The real problem, of course, was trying to find the door. He was hoping he could smell his way out of that one, but it was something of a longshot.

He grunted when she mentioned food. He wasn't much of a cook, but he wasn't sure how well it would sit with him to eat whatever the planet conjured out of thin air. Still, he trusted his nose, if the nose told him what he was eating was good, then he could believe it. He smirked a little as she mentioned the gym, an idea forming inside of his head at that thought. It was kind of a long shot, but at least worth exploring. A part of him wondered if his little idea wasn't just an excuse to justify sleeping with her, but he brushed that thought aside. What happened, happened. There wasn't a ton of point in worrying about it when nothing bad would come of it in the end. Still, he held his tongue on what the idea actually was.

"I don't have a home." Logan stated as he turned the key, and then paused looking at his room. It was an exact replica of the room he'd stayed at in Japan. The planet had read his heart, alright, for this was the only place he could remember where he'd known true peace. Slowly he stepped in, feeling the tatami mat beneath his feet, staring at it all. And then his lip curled slightly. It smelled the same. All of it smelled the same. Not only had it stolen the image of this place from his mind, but the scent as well, which meant he couldn't trust his nose completely in this place. What kind of hellish prison was this? Swallowing, he padded in and slid back one of the doors, to see a dojo with wooden floors where he'd practiced before. Well hell, that was sort of like the planet signing off on his whole plan, wasn't it? Then again if the planet was lonely, maybe it wanted something crazy like for all of them to have kids.

Walking back out Logan looked at the young woman, watching the way she looked at him. She was sexually charged, and more than willing to take him on the carpet outside the hall from the looks of things. He smirked a little. He was feeling a little antsy himself, from the hormones she'd sent his way, and a good tussle was just the thing to get his mind off of it. Not the kind that she was thinking of, however.

"How about a match in the dojo?" he said, walking back into the room, taking off his boots at the door and slowly walking towards the dojo room, looking at her from over his shoulder with a smile. "If I win, you have to get up at the crack of dawn every morning to meditate with me for a week. If you win... you get to take out your 'frustration' on me. Deal?"

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dark_slayer
2008-09-07 12:13 pm UTC (link)

"Join the club..."

She watched as he entered the dorm building, and convienantly, his room was right there. She leaned against the doorframe and rose an eyebrow. It was an interesting choice, but then, she hadn't told him he could control it. Damn it, she just really sucked at welcoming people. All these little things she kept forgetting. It was kind of nice, in it's own way, the room. More simple than anything she would create for herself, but maybe she could use some of the basics, and just add a few touches. Something to think about when she was back in her own room. Which reminded her...

"Hey! You can make your room look however you want, just so you know. Um, also, the Planet gives you whatever clothes and shit you want. Just think about it really hard. That goes for most things."

She watched him pad around his room, but her eyebrows rose high at his offer. Had she ever heard anything so arrogant? Well, probably. Coming out of her own mouth. But still. The fight, though, did appeal to her. Idly, she wondered to herself if he had any idea what he was getting into.

"I'll fight you, like I said, anytime, anyplace. And maybe, if you're lucky, if I win? I'll fuck ya. How about that?"

It was, in essence, the same deal. But she liked the way it was stated much more. She wasn't the type to like to think someone was doing her a favor by sleeping with her.

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berserker_rage
2008-09-07 07:05 pm UTC (link)

"Yeah, I gathered that. Didn't think that a place with a yuppie coffee bar would have the insides of it's rooms looking all look and smell like Japan in the early 20th century, but thanks..." Wolverine said with a light sarcastic smile as she told him belatedly that he could make the room look how he wanted it to. But the fact that it smelled right troubled him more. Not being able to trust his nose meant that Faith or anyone here could be a threat and he wouldn't detect it as quickly as he normally would. Assuming that the planet was willing to put such fine touches into it. Still, why bring him here just to kill him? It didn't make a lot of sense, instead Faith's story made more, that this place was some sort of magically charged lonely planet with a lot of time to kill. Not that it was entirely more plausible, just that of the two options...

He watched her reaction, watched the eyebrows raise skyward at his offer. It was cocky, sure, but Wolverine was confident in his abilities. Besides, she was the one who'd made it clear she wanted him out of the clothes he was in, any time, any place. Was she really that surprised that he was willing to gamble with her about it? What she probably didn't catch on to was the fact that he wasn't planning on screwing her if he won, but rather helping her out. A few good mornings of meditation would hopefully calm the spirit a little. He could still remember when he'd first come to Japan, full of anger and resentment, looking to pick a fight. His first ventures into meditation had been rough, but all in all it helped calm his soul in ways that he could never fully express, and helped tame the beastial nature within him that was constantly at odds with the logical side of his brain.

"As long as you're agreeing to my terms if you lose, I don't think it'll be an issue..." he called back to her as he walked into the dojo, chuckling a little. "Tell you what... if you win, you get me for an evening, and you can decide whether or not you want to make me a lucky guy or not..." He smiled and raised his eyebrows a little at that, then turned again. "That is, unless you're getting cold feet. I won't hold it against you if you want to back out now, kid..." Slowly he walked to one corner of the dojo, and leaned up against a wall. The only way this was going to get better was if he had a cigar. But there'd be time to have his healing factor battle his nicotine habit later...

If Faith entered, she would see Wolverine slide from the wall and crouch low to the ground, the friendly look in his eyes suddenly taking a hard stare like a wolf in the wild hunting it's prey. She might have had friendly little fights with her friends before, but while she thought he might be underestimating her, Logan knew damned well that Faith had absolutely no clue as to what sort of mess she was getting herself into by accepting a challenge from someone who could regenerate almost any wound within a matter of seconds. He'd keep the claws sheathed for now, bringing a weapon into this was sort of unfair, even if it was something that God or whatever power it was that governed them all had given him.

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dark_slayer
2008-09-07 07:36 pm UTC (link)

Oddly enough, the sarcasm didn't bother her. Maybe just because it was often her way of communicating, so it just slid right off her. Taking his words as an invitation, she wandered into his room, looking around. Kind of bare, boring really, but hey, who was she to tell someone what their own room should look like? Maybe he liked boring.

With a slightly mocking air, the Slayer took off her own shoes, copying his actions. There wasn't really much in the way of doubt in her mind that she would take him on. The way he'd changed the wording had appealed to her much more. Really, it was remarkably easy to get around her, given half the effort. She wasn't really that subtle.

"Right, fine. I'll kick your ass for ya, but first... what the hell is your name? I'm Faith. Just to get the intros out of the way." She tilted her head to the side. "And, hey, dude? I don't do any shit with rules. When I fight, it's to win. I'm not going to get into, like, some fucking karate match with you. I fight my way. Understood?"

She wasn't about to get into something with rules she didn't know, and didn't understand. After all, she wasn't really trained in any specific martial art. Part of what made her so dangerous, so unpredictable, is that she took bits and pieces from all of them. Despite what he might think, she didn't exactly underestimate him. She was alive because she'd been good at assessing threats, and she was going to be kept on her toes for this one. Win or lose, though, it would still be a damn good fight.

As he settled down into a fighting pose, she didn't follow him. Not yet. She wanted to know his name, and also, she wanted to be sure he agreed to her terms before she got into this fight with him. Her rules were, there are no rules, and if he wouldn't accept that, she'd leave now without even a second glance.

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berserker_rage
2008-09-07 11:54 pm UTC (link)

Logan straightened a little as he realized that he'd actually forgotten the introductions. What with Faith's hormones making his sense of smell betray him slightly, the fact that she wasn't really hiding the fact that she wanted some of him and it HAD been a while, and that he'd been dragged away to some strange planet with possibly no means of escape, and no other explanation than because it was lonely... yeah, he'd forgotten to introduce himself. He still felt bad about it, though he didn't view politeness as necessarily required between one person and another, he wasn't out to be a complete and total asshole either. He put his hands on his hips as she introduced herself and demanded his name, and smirked a little.

"Logan. Sorry, obviously it's kind of been one of those days..." he said with a light smile. Usually he'd shake someone's hand at this point, but he imagined with a match coming up that it wasn't necessarily the best of ideas. She had said that she was willing to take a fight anytime and anywhere, which probably meant that if he tried to do a friendly gesture light that after challenging her to a fight, he was liable to wind up sprawled on his ass in a matter of moments, depending on how well she was trained. He'd known judo masters who'd been able to toss someone with no more than then volunteering a hand like that, and though he could take it, it certainly wouldn't be a very nice way to start a fight.

He blinked a little as she demanded no rules fighting. Yeah, that she had to demand that probably meant that she was going to go for the 'jewels' as soon as she could. Luckily for him, he had a healing factor... unluckily, that was one of the areas where there wasn't a fine layer of adamantium coating protecting him from getting hurt. Logan smirked a little, but nodded. "That's the way I prefer it anyway, darlin. There's no rules if I were to get in a real fight, why should there be any when we're fighting now?" He said, and lowered himself again. "I should tell you though, if you nail me between the legs... it's just going to piss me off." It'd hurt like nothing else... but better to announce that right now lest she try it.

Logan waited this time until it was clear she was actually fighting before lowering himself down again, waiting for her as the predatory look returned to his eye. It'd been a while since he had a good fight with a lady who was both sexy and knew her stuff... this would be, at the very least, a learning experience.

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dark_slayer
2008-09-08 12:23 am UTC (link)

Faith nodded as he introduced himself, a little amused that they'd both forgotten until now. Still, it wasn't unlike her. She'd been in the middle of fighting a vampire when she'd met Buffy and her friends, and hadn't exactly gotten around to introductions right away. And, well, Logan was sexy. It was no wonder that she'd forgotten. Anyway, she knew now.

"Logan. Alright, then."

She grinned, a sort of mischievious gleam in her dark eyes as he informed her of that little fact. It didn't bother her much. Though she wasn't opposed to going for the balls if given a chance, she found that most guys protected that area far too well to get a good shot in. She didn't usually bother. Still, it was nice of him to warn her. A bit of chivalry, in a way, that she hadn't quite expected.

"I'll take that under advisement. Right, so, ready?"

Without waiting for an answer, she moved. It wasn't like her to wait for anyone to attack her first. She didn't know the meaning of defensive fighting. So she charged at him, fists leading. Just like she'd done in her training session with Xena, Katara, Toph and Gabrielle, she didn't start off as hard or fast as she could have. She had to find out what he could do. Because, whether she was in this to win or not, she certainly wasn't in it to hurt him. Not too badly, anyway. This was just another training session. Not that she wouldn't take it seriously. Anything to do with fighting, she took dead serious.

She was still very quick, and quite agile, as she came at him. Her fists led, but she was ready with her feet too at any given time. Predictably, the first thing she did was send her fist flying directly at his nose. A much easier target than the balls, and almost as painful. Had the added benefit of making the opponants eyes water, too, which would make it harder for them to see.

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berserker_rage
2008-09-08 01:12 am UTC (link)

Logan, was at times, a man of honor, and for a split second he forgot that he was fighting someone who had just stated there were no rules, so he opened his mouth to affirm that he was ready when she flew towards him with surprising speed, one that surpassed a normal humans. He wasn't quite ready, but he had a moment before her fist connected with it's designated target, and in that second he lowered his head so that her blow landed on his forehead rather than smashing into his nose. Not exactly the sort of move one would expect, given that a blow to the head was something you usually aimed to avoid in a fight. That was of course, when your head was made of normal stuff, and you weren't hitting a sheet of metal that a blow torch couldn't have eaten through in a millenium.

Faith would hear a dull metallic thump as her puch met his skull, and it'd feel almost akin to if she'd tried to dent the rails of a railroad track with her fists. Logan's head snapped back with the force of the blow and he took a step backward with it. Even if she couldn't actually permeate his skull it still rattled his brain a little. Much better than if she'd slammed into the softer part of his nose, not that it'd have done much except tear some of the cartiledge there. Still, she hit hard, he'd give her that.

But the entire thing happened in a split second, and after that blink of time Wolverine came forward, trying to take advantage of the fact that she'd likely be grabbing her hand in surprise or at least a little uncertain of what was happening. Most people were when they expected to come in contact with a normal person's skull and wound up hitting something several times harder. Rather than toying around with a punch to the face Wolverine went low as he stepped in towards her, trying to aim a low sucker punch to her solar plexus. Much like his skull his knucles were coated in adamantium as well, meaning that he had a constant pair of brass knuckles equipped on either hand at all times.

With a bit of luck, it'd knock the wind out of her and that'd be the match right there... then again, if anything Faith had shown that she was more than full of surprises when she wanted to be....

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dark_slayer
2008-09-08 06:52 pm UTC (link)

She, despite her strength, was still human, and had all the nerve endings associated with that race. She felt the shock of her hand smacking into what felt like granite all the way up her arm into her shoulder. Maybe that would have been enough to take some people right out of the fight. But she shook it off.

"Jesus fucking Buddha! What the hell are you made of?"

But before she had time to really think about it much, a fist was flying right at her solar plexus. She didn't notice in time, or she would have darted right out of the way. She was very quick. Not quick enough, though. All she was able to do was back off a little, and turn her body slightly to the side to absorb some of the force of the attack. Even so, it left her breathless. Still, even that could be used....

With one hand, she winced just a slight, tiny bit. Her hand pressed against the injured area, and she knew there would be a bruise there. Much more quickly than any normal person could have managed, though, she switched tactics and went from nursing her wound to flying through the air. Her foot was aimed right at his head.

Clearly, the fight wasn't over yet.

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berserker_rage
2008-09-08 08:19 pm UTC (link)

Logan didn't reply when Faith swore at him, though a light smirk came across his face. He'd told her that he wasn't exactly easy for her to kill. It wasn't his fault she hadn't listened and had wound up hitting something that was akin to punching someone in a suit of steel armor. Logan hadn't heard her knuckles break when she hit him, which meant there would likely not be a ton of permanent damage to her. She'd probably just have to put some ice on it later, assuming that she didn't have advanced healing abilities the way that Logan did. Which was good, he didn't actually want Faith to be permanently scarred by this bout, or else he would have come out with claws right away and gone for the face. No, he was still holding back, and probably would for most of the fight, given that if he went into a rage... well, he was likely to wake up with blood smeared all over his room...

When he felt his fist connect with her solar plexus he was rather certain that would be it. Usually when you had the air knocked out of your lungs you dropped and started gasping on the ground like a fish out of water. Faith turned with it, but from the way she nearly doubled over, he'd gotten her good. Maybe a little too good, really. He'd not meant to wipe the floor with this kid, but holding back too much seemed like it would be just a waste of both of their times. So as Faith turned away Wolverine hesitated instead of moving forward to finish her off, feeling a little guilty about not having properly warned her against fighting him in the first place....

Which gave Faith enough time to suddenly fly at him. His arms flew up, forearms blocking the brunt of her kick. Again, it would feel like she hit a concrete wall when she connected, and Wolverine was suprised she hadn't switched up strategies on him to do something that was less direct force oriented, but her tactic was enough to send him flying. He growled as he suddenly was tossed back and slammed into a wooden wall of the dojo hard enough to crack the wall and send his back through it. As he lay there, embedded in the wall, his head hung forward as if she'd KO'ed him with that kick alone. Realistically Wolverine was chastizing himself. He'd said no holds barred, and then he'd gotten careless and stupid, which had let her send him flying... if he wanted to win this, and he usually enjoyed winning, he was going to have to stop screwing around.

Logan paused for a moment then, not moving at all before suddenly his legs slammed hard into the wood and he used it to propell himself like a flying projectile in Faith's direction, splinters flying out behind him. If Faith's vision was quick and acute enough she would be able to see the long tears that had been made across his upper arms from such an action, long unclean looking gashes that started to heal even in the split seconds of time as he was leaping through the air towards her. Of course she had a few options. If she stepped out of the way outright Wolverine would just land and leap at her again. If she tossed him then he'd have to plan from there... but if she didn't react quick enough she'd have to deal with one angry canuck on top of her, in probably the way that she'd not invisioned when she took this bet...

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dark_slayer
2008-09-09 12:37 am UTC (link)

Her vision wasn't any better than that of a normal human, and she wasn't even as perceptive as some people. Buffy had always noticed things while they were fighting together that Faith hadn't, and more than once, had won the fight because of it. But then, Buffy didn't go into a sort of berserker rage when she got into fights either, which probably helped a whole hell of a lot. Anyway, she didn't notice the healing scratches, not at that time.

It hurt when she slammed into Wolverine, but not like it would if she wern't the Slayer. She could handle it. For a little while. But this wasn't just playing, not if she was going to win. So she accepted the shock of impact through her whole body to kick him. And, typically, when he landed in a pile of rubble, she figured she'd won.

Overconfidence had always been a flaw of hers. Before she had a chance to do more than wince slightly and touch her stomach, he was flying at her. How could he move so fast, after being kicked like that? Her moves were not taught by any sort of dojo, she was a creature of instinct. And that instinct was the only thing that saved her.

She did step aside, but at the last minute, she made a desperate grab for his arm. Her plan was to twist it behind him. Her body was still jarred from the impact, and even her tougher-than-normal body was having trouble coping with this. If her plan was successful, she would have him in basically a submission hold.

Of course, when dealing with someone like him, it wasn't exactly sure that any sort of plan would be successful. But she had to try something.

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berserker_rage
2008-09-09 09:27 pm UTC (link)

Now they were getting into the nit and grit of the fight, and this was where Logan got in his element. He wasn't in a rage, rather, he was feeling like this was the first enjoyable fight he'd had in a while. Damned if Faith didn't at least have enough fight in her to back up all of her talk, and it was wonderful. Part of it was his lack of focus when it came to fighting, but a large part of it was that she was truly a lot stronger than she looked, and had enough skill to keep him on his toes. He couldn't remember the last time someone had left him ebedded into a wall. As Logan flew through the air there was a grin on his face that she'd never see, but that was more than likely because Faith had a trick up her sleeve of her own.

His blue eyes widened as the Slayer actually leap on him mid air and grabbed his arm. Her weight caused a faster descent than he'd been expecting, but more troublesome he could feel her going for a submission hold already. As she grabbed his arm she would feel something strange about it, like there were bones in it that weren't supposed to be there, bones that were as hard as iron rods, which would also make his wrist a little tricky to get a hold of. Without thinking Wolverine did the first thing that came to mind. His arm reached out towards the wall, but it wasn't close enough to grab, so without warning suddenly his claws shot out of his wrist, bursting through the flesh with a sharp 'SNIKT' sound.

The claws dug hard into the wood and as it added resistance to them flying forward, suddenly the pair of them would curve along a half circle, Logan grunting as he felt it pulling his ligaments slightly, his body protesting the violent treatment, and he braced himself for the violent thump that came when both of them collided sideways into the wall, his claws retracting suddenly as he dropped to the ground, landing on one knee. He could still feel her hanging on. She was tougher than she looked and he'd given her credit for, he'd have to admit that, at the very least.

Grunting darkly he attempted to drive his elbow into her gut where he'd hit her before, before she could pull herself far away to hold him in a submission hold without being close enough to get retaliated against, which would give her a pretty advantageous position, really. If that didn't get her off, then his leg beneath him would suddenly flex and send him flying backwards into her in the hopes of slamming her into a wall and sandwiching her there. Submission was a good way to end a fight, but if there was one thing that Wolverine couldn't stand, it was being caged, in any sense of the word.

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dark_slayer
2008-09-09 09:46 pm UTC (link)

She raised her eyebrows as she felt his arm underneath her fingers. What was it with this guy? He felt like he was made of steel. Which wasn't that far off, actually, but she had no way of knowing that. But she held on tenaciously, because she'd had to come to an interesting realization. She probably couldn't beat him, not in a toe-to-toe fight. She was tough, and it was harder to hurt her than normal people, but he was not normal people. There were two ways she figured she could win. Rip his head off his shoulders, if that would even work, or put him in a submission hold so he had to give up. She didn't want to kill him, again, assuming it was even possible. She just really wasn't used to fighting like this. With vampires, you went for the kill as soon as possible.

She was shaken when she slammed hard into the wall. It had enough force that it could have knocked someone out, and even she saw black spots for a moment. But somehow, she hung on, and even started to twist his arm behind his back. Maybe his arm couldn't be broken, she wouldn't put that past him, but at least that had to really hurt. He seemed to feel pain.

His elbow came flying back at her, and she had a choice. Either accept the blow, or let go of his arm. But, as painful as it was, she wasn't losing her hold. She accepted the hit, which knocked a lot of the air out of her, but kept twisting. She was going to do her best to win this. And really, she had no idea what she was getting herself into, trying to entrap an animal like the Wolverine.

And it wouldn't take long for her to get her first lesson, either. She was flying, and it was all quite sudden. The only problem with this was that flying isn't a skill Slayers usually have. Before she had much of a chance to react, she was being slammed hard against the wall. She'd barely recovered from the elbow to her gut, and this shook her more. Still, she stubbornly held on to his arm, and even from her squished position, tried to pull it behind his back.

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berserker_rage
2008-09-09 10:04 pm UTC (link)

Yeah, this was certainly the best brawl he'd had in a while. And even as his elbow drove home this time he knew well enough to know that Faith wasn't going to be letting go. She held on too tenaciously to actually give up that easily. He'd learned at least that much, that she had enough willpower to not fly from her grip. He was just glad that she'd not gotten him in a different hold, or he could imagine that she wouldn't have let him go from that either. She was far stronger than he'd given her credit for at the beginning of this match. In terms of raw strength it wasn't somewhere that he could easily win. And in the sitauation that he had her in, he was at a disadvantage when it came to leverage.

She was wrong though when she thought that nothing hurt him. As she pulled up his arm he felt the pain shoot up through his wrist and into his bicep, his brain practically screaming at him to let it go. But Wolverine in a fight rarely listened to his brain and instead went with his instincts, which said 'get her off. NOW'. So he did what came naturally which was to leap back and slam her into the wall like a sandwich. He growled when he didn't feel her hand loosen at all and instead twist upward, feeling the tendons there threaten to twist in a way that would certainly leave him sore for a few good minutes until the healing factor kicked in, and would necessitate stretching to make sure they healed PROPERLY.

He came forward a little and slammed back into her repeatedly, trying to get her off of him, but it was clear that she wasn't going to give. No, all he could really think at this point was of his match in Canada. It was worth a shot, anyway. With one good push he let his arm slide up high enough so that the one behind his back pressed into her solar plexus, his thick leg muscles flexing hard as he braced himself against the floor and tried to crush her against the wall, so that she couldn't get in a good breath of air. It was a good way to take him out, so he imagined the same technique might work on her as well, or at least get her to let go of his damned arm.

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dark_slayer
2008-09-09 10:29 pm UTC (link)

She thought she was doing alright. She'd been worried at first, because her normal style of hard, fast offense got her nowhere. The hardness of his bones made it impossible to really hurt him without hurting herself almost as much. Not a good trade off, not worth it in her book. But when she'd switched tactics, gotten a new strategy, things had gone much better. As long as she didn't let go...

Of course, then everything changed. Everytime she started to get overconfident, this happened. Or so it seemed to her. You'd think it would teach her not to do it, but no such luck. She didn't have much time to react, to move out of the way. He was quick. And, anyway, she couldn't have moved without letting him go, and she wasn't about to relinquish her new position. Foolish, perhaps. But there wasn't a whole lot she could even do to really get out of the way. She was trapped between a man and a wall, and not in a good way.

She couldn't breathe, not much, not enough. She was tough, but she couldn't go without air forever. And she was trapped. The only thing she could think of to do was hold on, and she did. With a good part of her strength, enough to break the arm of most people, she yanked his arm upward. Maybe, just possibly, she could get him to release her if she made him hurt enough. Maybe. It was a slim shot, but all she had.

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berserker_rage
2008-09-09 10:56 pm UTC (link)

Logan growled and curled his lip as she pulled on his arm, and she would hear the tendons pop and snap as she tore at them. He felt the pain she sent through his body and it took a considerable amount of self control not to fly into a rage right then and there with the agony that was flowing through him. He managed to keep a cool on it though, what Faith didn't know was that Wolverine had experienced a level of pain that she couldn't even imagine. When they'd grafted on the Adamantium, it'd been forced to be burning hot to keep it liquid. Like fire getting injected into every pore, with a body that wouldn't give up and just die even after you wished it on yourself over and over and over again.

So he held Faith as she pulled at his arm, refusing to let her go, until he felt her body finally go slack against his. Even after that he waited for a few long moments to make sure she wasn't faking before he let her slide off, catching her limp body with his good hand and lowering it to the ground. Growling a little, he stood up then and twisted his arm back into place, causing a sickening tear of flesh to be heard, and letting loose a roar of pain as he did it, and felt the tendons begin to heal in their normal fashion, sliding closed as he knelt down over Faith's unconscious body, to check her pulse and her breathing. She was doing just fine, though, she was definately a worthy fighter. A part of him wanted to ask where she'd learned to fight like that, but he supposed he couldn't really explain where he'd gotten his tenacity from.

He paused as he started to rouse her, and thought better of it. With his luck she'd come out in a fury the way he might if he'd been KO'ed and then woken up. Making sure his arm was healed enough to hold, he knelt over her chest then, and grabbed her wrists and pinned them over her head as he waited for her to wake up. He knew it wouldn't take long with the way she was already rousing, so he leaned forward a little. It gave her a wonderful view of his crotch, but it would also keep her from being able to roll him over, or kick her legs back and grab his neck.

Tilting his head a little, he waited for her to wake up, half expecting her to be frothing at the mouth when she did. People who were that confident in their abilities rarely lost well. Before he'd become a little more Zen about things he'd been the same way, and it'd taken more than a few good ass whoopings before he'd come to terms with his own limitations and the fact that he wasn't the baddest thing alive... he was just unreasonably hard for someone to kill. Wolverine grinned as she opened her eyes, grinning down at her a little.

"Mornin Darlin... we going to call this one mine?"

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dark_slayer
2008-09-09 11:41 pm UTC (link)

The Slayer felt her lungs contract with the force of his hold, and her vision went dark around the edges. But she refused to let go, refused to give in. It wasn't in her nature. She knew that, had she been back on Earth, she would have likely died fighting someone more than a match for her, but that she wouldn't give up to. Until her last gasp, she held on. Only when there was no air, and hadn't been for a couple of minutes, did she finally let go of his arm.

She drifted in darkness, not really dreaming. She was unconscious, subtly different from being asleep. Gradually, she became aware in some dim way of someone hovering over her. She turned her head and coughed up blood. This didn't do good things to the level of pain she was feeling. She'd heal, though. She always did. He'd done a number on her lungs when he'd choked her out. Being the Slayer didn't exactly make her invulnerable. Still, she was not even remotely going to let a little thing like crushed lungs keep her from talking back.

"No deal, handsome. You knocked me out, sure, but I didn't lose. I never gave up. Tough shit."

She pushed at his legs, but he was settled pretty well on top of her, just above her chest. She could barely draw in breath to speak, and it had been a long, long time since she'd been in this much pain. Still, she wouldn't concede the fight. By most people's standards, she'd lost. But she'd gone down fighting, and that seemed to make a difference to her. She'd never given up.

"Now get the hell off me."

The worst part, really, was that she had blood on her lips, and couldn't wipe it away. He was holding her down much too firmly for that, and though she twisted her wrists, she couldn't break his grip.

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berserker_rage
2008-09-10 07:08 pm UTC (link)

Logan blinked a little as she coughed up blood. Normally not a good sign, but her heart beat from what he'd heard and felt seemed normal, and he would have been able to hear her weasing loudly if her lungs were filling up with blood. She'd not exactly made it a walk in the park for him to take her down, and it showed in how much her body was bruised. She should have tapped out a while back, but he could see even in her eyes now the stubborn flair that all fighters had at some point of their lives... hell, Wolverine wasn't sure that he didn't still have it, for as much peace as his training overseas had afforded him. A part of him was still wild, an animal that was constantly pushing it's own limits to see what it could survive. Someday he imagined that there would be something that he couldn't survive, but for the time being...

He laughed out loud as she boldly proclaimed that he hadn't actually beaten her because she'd not submitted. His eyebrows shot skyward at that, and he smirked just a little. "Don't know how things work where you come from, Darlin, but where I do, getting your ass knocked out is akin to a victory. In a real fight you're not invincible just because you don't say 'yield' at the end of it. You get taken down, it's over, same way it is for anyone else." He could see from her eyes though that she'd weighed all these options and still wasn't buying it. Lovely. Try to do something nice for a person and what do they do for you in return? Be completely stubborn about the whole thing. Wolverine was hard headed as hell, but he'd at least admit when he'd lost a fight.

Logan felt her struggle and he gripped her wrists more tightly, and shook his head slowly as she told him to get off of her. "Hate to say it, Kid, but if making you give up is how I'm supposed to win this thing then I guess we're still fighting then, aren't we?" He watched her lip twitch and saw that the blood on it was bothering her. Good. She seemed like her ego needed to come down a notch or two, and if it took wolverine holding her down for an hour or so to do it, then that would be what it would have to be...

"I guess we'll see how long it takes for me to get tired holding you like this... " Wolverine said softly as he kept leaning over her, giving her a calm stare that a cat might, clearly willing to wait as long as it took to make sure that she was going to give up. Hell, he'd waited hours stalking animals, holding this position for a while wasn't going to be any particular problem for him, and if Faith wouldn't willingly agree to give up and meditate with him in the mornings, then she'd have plenty of time to meditate now, without much interaction from him holding her down.

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dark_slayer
2008-09-10 10:14 pm UTC (link)

She was in a whole hell of a lot of pain, and that was putting it mildly. She wasn't really quite sure what was going on in her chest, but it hurt. That was enough to annoy her. More than enough, actually, and his words certainly didn't exactly help that. She seethed, there was just simply to other way of putting it. Her large, dark eyes narrowed and she positively glared at him.

"Whatever. Guess we'll be here for awhile, then."

Clearly, she was as stubborn as they come, even when she was wrong about something. Or, perhaps, especially when she was wrong about something. She would have crossed her arms over her chest, if they'd been free to do so. She somehow managed to convey the impression of doing just that. Yes, he was still hot. And yes, part of her noticed. But she was also bleeding out of her mouth, and aching all over. She'd need sex, and badly, later, but for now, it was impossible to think about. Even for her.

She turned her head a bit, spit out some more blood. Probably nothing was seriously hurt, nothing that she couldn't handle. But she was actually a little dizzy, and still having trouble getting her lungs full of air. She smirked at him, and then did something deliberately bratty. It was sort of her M.O, really, being a brat, and it was in full force.

There was a grinding noise from inside her chest, bones or maybe tendons rubbing together. She managed to shift just the slightest bit underneath him. She wasn't trying to get away, this time. She smirked a little as more blood came out of her mouth, and fresh waves of pain assaulted her. Whatever was wrong with her chest, it had been relatively minor until she moved. She'd wanted to make the pain bad so she passed out again, and had accomplished just that.

"Hope ya have a thing for straddling sleeping people then, cause it's my bedtime."

She barely managed to get the words out. If she was going to be stuck here, well, she'd do it on her own terms. Or, at least, as much on her own terms as she could, given the circumstances. When the darkness came, she welcomed it, and gave into it. Her body fell back limp against the floor, and she slipped back into unconsciousness once more.

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berserker_rage
2008-09-11 12:07 am UTC (link)

Wolverine tried his damnest not to glare down at Faith as she refused to listen to him, and instead just winced. He didn't like hurting women much, and after a few minutes of this he was probably going to stop anyway. She was just hurting herself out of spite now, and even though he wanted to help her, he got the feeling that Faith was too stubborn to actually accept his help. True help couldn't be forced on people, no matter how much you wanted to. He could remember plenty of people who had wanted to help him when he'd been in his feral wandering stage, and how well it'd gone for them. He'd just broken out of whatever they tried to keep him in, even if it meant lying to them and slipping away in the night. Only when someone had offered him a hand and been willing to turn away from him when he'd not accepted it, had he been interested.

"Guess so." He said flatly, staring down at her with a slightly sour look on his face as she lay there for a few moments. Sex was actually the last thing on his mind, as it wasn't overly hot unless you were a vampire to see a girl with blood on her lips. He was tempted to wipe it off for her but at this point she might try to bite his finger or something equally dumb. All in all Wolverine felt a little foolish himself holding her down like this, like they were two children pouting at each other, but he was stubborn enough to keep it up for a little while longer, just on the off chance that she might break out of her attitude and open up to him somewhere along the way... that, it seemed was unlikely to happen however.

As she shifted though he heard the grinding, and his eyes widened, his hands loosening as she murmered something about sleeping, and he growled as she rolled her eyes up into her head. "Faith? Dammit!" Letting to of her he checked her pulse again, and lightly reached down to feel around her ribs. He didn't care if she was somehow faking at this point. There was a likely chance that she was actually doing her body quite a bit of harm. In a fight it was one thing, just to be stupid was another entirely. But by the time he checked her she was already out. It didn't seem like anything too severe, at least he could probably move her if he kept his hold on her steady.

He'd probably have to wrap her ribs though, at some point. It didn't feel like one of them was broken, or else he wouldn't have moved her, but she probably had bruised them fairly bad in her tussle with him, and torn something, it sounded like. Logan slammed his fist into frustration, letting his claws come out and sink into the floor boards as he stared at her for a moment. Dammit, why did she have to do something stupid like that? gritting his teeth, he reached into her leather pants and pulled out her room key, studying the number. Yeah, he could find it, he was sure, at least the rooms had numbers on them, and Faith was light enough to carry. He had no idea how she'd react when she got up, and he wasn't exactly keen on risking falling asleep and having her either kick his ass or violate him in his sleep, whichever came to her mind first.

So with careful movement, he lifted her up, and carried her out of his doorway, down the hall, out of his room and over across the way to her own building, sliding in the door with her, before coming up to her room, double checking the key, and sliding inside of it with her. At least she wasn't trying to two time someone, he reflected as he entered her room. There weren't many other scents here but hers. Now all he had to do was bandage her up before she woke up... He had to give Faith one thing though, she'd made his first day here an interesting one...

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