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[closed] Why don't you just spar me sometime?

Oct 24, 2011 22:40

Who: Bakura, Maka
When: Wednesday, Week 144
Where: Recreation room
Summary: In this exchange, Bakura goaded (sort of) Maka into a sparring match.
Rating: Probably... PG?
Warnings: Edited as needed.

( If you insist, if it will satisfy that violent streak of yours. )

yami bakura, maka albarn

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togana_keiri October 25 2011, 06:12:05 UTC

A spar right now would be perfect. It was what she needed to get her mind off of everything going on this week. A disconnection and a reason not to think too much was exactly what she was looking for, and when she was in a fight, there wasn't time to worry about everything else. There wasn't time to focus on anything but the weapon in her hands, and the rush of the spar. Not to mention, it would be a lie to say this was a spar she wasn't looking forward to.

When she got to the rec room, she had the replica of Soul that Alex had given her months ago in her hands. For a while, she'd considered asking Soul to join her, but something held her back. She wanted to fight on her own today, and she didn't want to risk him going into protective mode if he didn't think fighting someone like Bakura was a good idea.

Vriska's smaller scythe was also at her side if, as promised, Bakura didn't manage to acquire a weapon yet. When she caught sight of him, the corners of her lips turned up in the barest hints of a smirk. This was exactly what she needed.

"Hey."

denyamenti October 25 2011, 13:28:40 UTC

When Maka arrived bearing the substantial scythe she'd shown him briefly on video, one eyebrow lifted as though silently evaluating the capability of this little girl to wield such an item. But he knew better than to make a firm judgment on it until he actually had a chance to test it for himself.

"Hi," he responded dryly. After all, he hadn't seen her since the incident a few days prior where she'd been pricked by the plant and suddenly become as sociably friendly as a harem girl. He hadn't been able to resist cashing in on a bit of that entertainment either.

"Feeling back to your usual self?"

togana_keiri October 26 2011, 00:30:32 UTC

The day had been so hectic with new and familiar arrivals, that she'd almost managed to forget the events of last week. Almost. Her face immediately went several shades pinker, and she groaned out loud. The specifics of the conversations she'd had were luckily, only fuzzy memories, but she still remembered the basic idea.

"Yes, I'm sane now. How about we never mention that ever again and just spar? What did you decide about a weapon?" She wasn't exactly subtle about the subject change, but she didn't care.

denyamenti October 26 2011, 01:48:20 UTC

The embarrassed response elicited a chuckle from him, but at her question, he spreads his hands and looked penitent. "Unfortunately I don't have anything to match yours," he answered. "This place is not so generous to those who are newly arrived."

The truth was, he wanted to see if she'd really hand over a weapon of her own, even if she thought that she was keeping one with superior capability.

togana_keiri October 26 2011, 01:51:37 UTC

She didn't hesitate, just glad he'd dropped the previous conversation so easily. She quickly unhooked the medium sized scythe from her side and held it out for him.

"It's much smaller than what I've got, so we can always drop weapons all together. What do you think?"

denyamenti October 26 2011, 02:09:26 UTC

She's too trusting to be a proper Guard, is Bakura's fleeting thought as he accepts the scythe. A fluke, maybe. Maybe the skill got bastardized one generation.

Aloud he merely says, "Ah, this should be all right. Familiar, at least... though it's been a very long time since I held one." With a slight smirk, he adds, "I'll try to keep up."

togana_keiri October 26 2011, 02:17:05 UTC

She smirked back, hearing the words for what they were. A challenge.

"Don't disappoint me, Bakura." Was all she said, falling easily into a fighting stance with the scythe poised and ready for battle.

denyamenti October 26 2011, 03:08:40 UTC

Bakura had no intentions to disappoint. His fingers closed around the shaft of the scythe, turning it downward into a more familiar hold, and then he beckoned that he was ready. He would let her make the first strike, but be ready to parry it when it came.

"You're awfully strange," he commented as they circled each other. "Week after week you fight the experiments here, and then on the week when nothing happens, you can't wait to fight some more."

togana_keiri October 26 2011, 06:25:50 UTC

"Most of the time, the experiments can't be fought." He was going to let her make the first move, and she was fine with that.

"But when they can, I don't want to be caught off guard!" She moved in quickly, aiming the blade at his feet in a way that she'd be able to pull back if for some reason he didn't move in time.

denyamenti October 26 2011, 17:04:40 UTC

"From what I have seen--" The strike came quickly, as he expected it would. This would be very interesting since he suspected that both of their strengths were speed and agility.

He jumped easily over the sweeping blow towards the same side it had originated on, so that it wouldn't come up behind him, but as he moved he could tell almost immediately that the strike was not designed to complete. Bakura felt a tiny spike of ire; was she mocking him? As their bodies passed shoulder to shoulder, he left a thin scrape with the tip of the sickle along the back of her hand, deep enough to draw a bit of blood but nothing more than that.

"--you fight them regardless of whether you can win or not."

Since his arrival Bakura had been feeling at a little less than he would have hoped, but he hadn't been able to pinpoint the exact cause. Was it because he was in a constructed body? Was it because Zorc had stolen his kaa and with it, a major portion of his strength?

"One more thing," he said. "If you don't take this seriously, I'll cut all your clothes to shreds and let you walk back to your room naked."

togana_keiri October 27 2011, 03:08:09 UTC

Her eyes narrowed and as soon as he was done speaking she was already swinging again, this time aiming to scrape his shoulder just slightly in the way that he had as an answer.

Maka had meant the first swing as a test to see where his abilities were, but if he'd noticed her holding back, then he was definitely not someone she needed to hold back on. Not to mention, she really didn't want to after a comment like that.

"You misunderstood me. Physically fighting an experiment doesn't always work." she took position again, this time waiting for him to move.

"You can't fight not having gravity or being five inches tall. I'll always fight the consortium, but with experiments, it's not always an option."

denyamenti October 27 2011, 04:38:39 UTC

Bakura noticed the change in her effort immediately and felt satisfied that it had gotten the intended reaction. Now they were really sparring!

The scythe came up, slit the light shirt then skin beneath it, but Bakura didn't flinch as it carved a shallow gouge in his shoulder. He had the disadvantage of a much shorter range with a handheld weapon, but that also meant that it would become a battle of reflexes.

It also meant that he would need to be in close, and so he lunges forward under the sweep of her blade -- now they're almost face to face -- while reversing the sickle in hand and jabbing the handle at her stomach.

togana_keiri October 27 2011, 05:20:31 UTC

She blocked it with the blade of her scythe, but she wasn't completely used to the lesser strength behind the steel blade, and it pushed her back a few feet. Before he can take advantage of her screw up, she pushed back, and hopped backwards a few steps, long enough to regain her balance and take another swing at his side this time.

denyamenti October 27 2011, 05:37:56 UTC

He meets the strike on the curve of the sickle, absorbing the kinetic force of the swing though he can feel it reverberating all the way down his arm. The two blades shiiiiiiink along their respective edges, even producing a few sparks until they part, leaving both fighters once again circling each other.

Bakura could appreciate that kind of unwavering determination; it wasn't that different than his own, though his was intertwined with hate and rage -- the very same qualities Maka herself had seen so prominent in his soul.

But that didn't mean that it was beyond the scope of some taunting.

"And you want to return to your world so badly?"

togana_keiri October 27 2011, 05:47:32 UTC

Her eyes widened momentarily at the question as she met his blade several times. They were pretty evenly matched, and it had been a long time since she'd fought anyone like this on even ground. The last time she'd fought at all had been the reaver slaughters and Dr. Nii, and those had been much different.

"I have no intentions of going home." For some reason, it surprised her that he hadn't heard, or didn't believe the clone theory. She quickly covered her surprise with a faint to the left, and a half swing over head with the blunt side of the blade.

denyamenti October 27 2011, 06:07:10 UTC

"No? Then what do you plan to do if you finally beat Val?"

The familiar back-and-forth of weapons felt good, something he hadn't really enjoyed while being cooped up in his host's very-mortal form. Sure, there had been the occasional knife fight or scuffle with some of the bullies which had tried to come after the boy, but those were quick and dirty and frankly not satisfying.

A thin stain of red had begun to colour his left shoulder, but he didn't move as though it was a hindrance to him. The steady clang, clang of metals meeting was all that was important at the moment. Bakura spun to the right and brought the sickle in a flat arc around towards her back. He knew from experience that if a blow like this connected, it'd sever the spine in an instant.

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