HBT: Role-Reversal Spar
WHO: Agrias Oaks, Roy Fokker
WHERE: SDF-1 Training Area - UEG Daedalus
WHEN: Wedensday, November 8th
WHAT: Agrias and Roy, both infected differently by the HBT virus meet for a spar.
RATED: I for Innuendo and lots of it.
SDF-1 Macross
======================= Super Dimensional Fortress One =======================
This area is huge.. at least 60 feet in height. Gladiators, Spartans, and Raidar Xs are all stationed here on this Balcony of sorts. It overlooks the assault bay, but connects with the level one mecha ramps during assaults.
A system of hooks, winches and pulleys built into the systems are capable of picking up and moving mecha around easily. There is a large landing built around this area, that besides handling two way vehicle traffic, also contains the bridge of the ship, crew quarters, lounge, recreation and command central for the Daedalus.
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Early evening. After routine maintenance on her weapon and armour, there had been enough time for a shower, and to write a note to leave for the pilot. The gist of the message was simple. She had been feeling uncharacteristically restless for the better part of the day, and she was headed to the armoury to work off some of that restlessness, since he hadn't been home yet.
And that is where Agrias Oaks happens to be. Her wooden sword flashes in a blur of reddish-brown, snaking out and striking at the training dummy with ferocious speed and strength. She emphasises agility, for the most part, but she also has strength when she needs it -- she may not have much in the way of muscle mass, but she's well-toned; muscles like whipcord. She moves with speed, though, too; almost reckless in its nature.
The wood makes a harsh cracking sound every time she scores a blow, dancing around and to the side. If the training dummy were a real person, they would be bloodied and on their knees by now; unable to react to such a swift onslaught.
After several more moments, she pulls away, wooden blade scuffed and somewhat splintered where it had hit the frame of the dummy, panting as she slouches over and braces herself on her knees. Whoof. That almost hurt, but it felt good to cut loose like that. She doesn't do it often.
He said he'd come down here to train.. but it was almost a tenative agreement. Not his usual swagger and sway. As she goes through the motions, Roy stares at the woman who has come to mean the world to him.
"...Agrias, that almost looked like me when I'm in the heat of battle." he comments quietly, almost shyly as he looks towards the floor. "...hi."
Agrias straightens, letting the sword dangle as she braces her weight against her good leg. It doesn't take long to recognise the voice she's come to know so well, but... it sounds different. There's a hint of apprehension there that isn't, usually.
She looks him over, noting his posture. Trepidation doesn't become the pilot, and neither is it something she's used to seeing on him. In fact, she's not sure she ever has. Depression, yes. Anger, yes. But fear... they're very much alike, in that regard. They dislike others to see them in such a state.
"Are you alright, Roy?" She sounds concerned, though she shifts her weight, as though she simply can't stand still. The knight cocks her golden gaze over the pilot, raising a brow. "You seem nervous. Has something happened...?"
"Hmm? Oh, no, no, I'm okay." Roy offers a smile. It's supposed to be that confident smile that he always offers. The same smile he'd give the devil itself. But it just seems like a shadow.
"You've been training really hard, it looks like." he asks, concern creeping into his voice. He stills a sneeze before it begins. "..are you sure you still want to train with me? We can go do something else instead. Dinner? Movie? Walk?" What, no 'let's back to our room and make out?'.
"Are you certain?" Agrias seems concerned as she watches him. Even his posture seems changed, somehow. Hunched, as though he were wanting to hide. Her gaze softens a little, though. He seems vaguely terrified of something, like he's going to jump at shadows. Maybe she ought to restrain some of this restlessness... but still, it's like something's eating her from the inside.
She gives a smile that's a hint or two shy of its usual passivity. It's confident in a way it isn't, usually. She reaches down, retrieving the second sword and tossing it to Roy, hilt-first.
"We've been spending too much time abed. It would do us good to move around, as well. Get some air." Well, they haven't been spending /all/ of that time asleep, but hey. Ahem. She chuckles, assuming a stance that... really doesn't look like her defensive stance. "If you really want to do something else, that's fine, but I think it would do you good."
Taking the blade, Roy's grip becomes loose, nearly defensive. He pauses for a moment, looking at the knight as he considers. One could get lost in those maddening raptor like golden eyes.
"Well, if you want to do this, that's fine.." the pilot says, holding the hilt as he brings his hands together, tapping his two forefingers on either hand together at the tip as he turns red, looking down. "Sorry, I was staring." he murmurs apologetically.
The pilot offers a small cough, trying to swallow down the sudden wave of embarassment. Come on, you've seen this woman in absolutely nothing but you, Roy Fokker.
As he continues to tap his fingers, he stares at a spot on the floor, as if he could bore a hole into it. "Maybe, though, after we're done, we could have dinner together, and maybe go out to see a movie or something?" Wait.. wait.. he's asking his fiancee on what should be a gimmie date.
There's a hint of something that isn't usually behind those eyes. Not even determination, it would seem, but that same sort of restlessness; raw energy, electric and consuming. Almost manic; as though fever-bright. Almost, but not quite.
"What's come over you?" She raises her head, looking down at him with narrowed eyes. The faintest hint of a hard smile flickers over her features. "You're never this skittish. I'd almost say you're acting like me... but... I don't feel that way, today..."
She lets her head roll to one side, cracking her neck swiftly and sharply. She straightens with a feral grin, shifting her grip on the hilt. "Sure. Dinner afterwards, and then a movie. I don't know why you're being so dodgy about it."
Agrias doesn't even give him time to react; she's already lunging forward, with a direct assault towards his chest. She doesn't beat around the bush this time -- no oblique strikes at his side or his shoulders; she's aiming to knock him over with a tackle, and to draw the wooden blade at his throat. One might almost say she's seeking to end the conflict quickly.
...One might also imagine her mind is on what they might be doing /after/ the movie...
Agrias Oaks misses Roy Fokker with your Tackle~! attack.
"Well, because I just wanted to make sure.. whoa!" Roy erks, bringing up his sword just in time to defend the strike aimed at his throat. That would have hurt quite a bit. "And I /could/ ask the same of you. Nothing's wrong.. I just was unsure, is all.."
His counter-strike is percision, aimed at the area between her collar-bone and shoulder, his attempt to strike the bone and cause a chain reaction down the arm. "I was thinking, you know, we could just have a night out on the town." the pilot shrugs.
Roy Fokker hits Agrias Oaks with his Role Reversals? attack.
"Tcheh." The sound is a snort as the Holy Knight tries to avoid the quick strike. She's wary as she watches him, but not wary like she usually is. There's no caution or reserve in her eyes; just a sort of raw attentiveness; alertness in all of the wrong sorts of ways, coming from Agrias Oaks.
The evasion isn't fast enough, though, and his sword cracks down on the area between collarbone and shoulder. She takes the blow with a grunt, sagging a little as the sword falls from nerveless fingers. A quick scrabble brings it up in the opposite hand, swinging at him nonetheless. Ordinarily, it would be a move to buy herself time -- but this time, she seems to press forward relentlessly, despite wielding in her off-hand. True, she's buying herself time until her arm isn't numb... but not in the way he might usually expect.
"Tch. Of course I would," she issues simply, scrabbling for footing. She's moving too fast to keep very good traction. "But this isn't like you at all. You would be the first to inquire as to whether or not I would be amenable to... /other/ things," she adds, gritting her teeth in a strained leer. Man, that hurt.
Agrias Oaks gets a glancing blow on Roy Fokker with your Off-Hand~! jab.
Roy is indeed caught off-guard. He had avoided the first desperate strike, and had moved in, but the woman's follow-up.. near.. flail catches the pilot off guard and strikes Roy across the shoulder.
"..it is not like that is the only thing on my mind, Agrias!" Roy sounds almost upset about this, no matter how true it (usually) is. The pilot takes a few steps back. "I did not want to come on too strong." Sure, he'd like to make out with her, but don't you buy her dinner and a movie first? Not if Agrias has her way.
As Agrias lashes out again, the pilot goes to grab her wrist, twisting as he does so. At this rate, she may demand it right /now/. With a movement forward, Roy turns to toss Agrias over his shoulder and plant her against the ground, standing over her.
...this could really really work against him...
Roy Fokker hits Agrias Oaks with his Body Slam~ attack.
She's moving too fast, and some small corner of her mind registers that she's being far too careless. If she focuses on such a strong offense, then there's nothing left to concentrate on defense with. Nothing at all.
And that works exactly to Roy's advantage -- she quickly finds herself hefted up over his shoulder and landing on her back, air rushing out of her in a sharp 'oof.' The wooden sword clatters to the ground, once again.
Agrias stares up at him, those golden eyes wide. She hadn't been expecting that at all. All she can really do for a moment is blink in surprise, chest heaving. Ow. That really hurt. That really knocked the wind out of her. And she really ought to slow down, because her very blood feels like it's boiling.
"...Roy...?"
Agrias Oaks stuns herself with your Ooh hey lookit, it's a pilot. <3 action.
The pilot freezes up as he hears the whoof of air from the knight. Oh crap. In an instant, he sets aside his sword, dropping down to a knee over the knight as he looks her over. Oh hell, he broke something. He broke her.
"Agrias?" he asks worriedly, touching her shoulders. "Are you okay?" the pilot searches her eyes. But it's not too much pain he sees in those eyes. Oh..
...hell.
Roy Fokker successfully targets Agrias Oaks with his ...come into my lair... action.
Roy Fokker stuns himself with his ..said the knight to the pilot... action.
Agrias coughs a bit, dismissively waving a hand and reaching around for her sword. She doesn't find it right away, but she does happen to see the expressions crossing Roy's face. A thin smile spreads over her own face as she registers the final hint of apprehension.
"Oh, hell." She struggles to her feet, using his shoulder as a handy balance. Her sword is retrieved, and once there, she hauls him to his feet with a wicked little smile. "I'm not used to you having no confidence, Roy. You just wasted a perfect opportunity. That's not like you at all."
And with that, she slings an arm around his neck, and decides to pay him a rather aggressive kiss; the sort of which she would normally expect from /him/.
Something is very wrong, here...
"Come on! Pick up your sword, and see if you can take me." She grins, too sharp and angular. Too restless. "It's just you and I, here; our blades, and our wits..."
Agrias Oaks successfully targets Roy Fokker with your Waiting, sweetheart; waiting for you~ o/` action.
Roy Fokker is no longer stunned.
...
Mmf.
Roy's eyes go /wide/ at Agrias's sudden aggressiveness. "...are you sure of this?" the pilot asks as he steps back from the woman, picking up his training weapon as he does so. "Well, I guess.. uhm, if you want to.."
Agrias waits with her sword held loosely, where she usually keeps such a steady grip on the blade. She waits long enough for him to reach for his weapon and take it back in hand. Even hot-blooded, she wouldn't dare attack an unarmed opponent, especially someone so close to her.
Once he has that, though, all bets are off.
She launches forward in a feint, wooden blade flicking out first to the left and then to the right. The attack isn't very solid, though, and rather than strike at him... she pulls the blow. It's a feint in the manner of her usual strike, but it's too quick.
She pulls her strike at the last moment, and drops the sword with a clatter and a dark-sounding chuckle. Quick movements take her up to the pilot, and she rather closely invades his personal space -- she chuckles, glancing up at him. Her smile is definitely not normal, and those golden eyes glitter. "What say we reconvene in our quarters, hmm, love...? I would like that, very much."
She'll leave him with a possessive kiss to decide with, and that done, she goes to fetch her equipment, sauntering off to wait for him. Let him decide, but she has a feeling he'll be following after her soon enough~
WHERE: SDF-1 Training Area - UEG Daedalus
WHEN: Wedensday, November 8th
WHAT: Agrias and Roy, both infected differently by the HBT virus meet for a spar.
RATED: I for Innuendo and lots of it.
SDF-1 Macross
======================= Super Dimensional Fortress One =======================
This area is huge.. at least 60 feet in height. Gladiators, Spartans, and Raidar Xs are all stationed here on this Balcony of sorts. It overlooks the assault bay, but connects with the level one mecha ramps during assaults.
A system of hooks, winches and pulleys built into the systems are capable of picking up and moving mecha around easily. There is a large landing built around this area, that besides handling two way vehicle traffic, also contains the bridge of the ship, crew quarters, lounge, recreation and command central for the Daedalus.
==============================================================================
Early evening. After routine maintenance on her weapon and armour, there had been enough time for a shower, and to write a note to leave for the pilot. The gist of the message was simple. She had been feeling uncharacteristically restless for the better part of the day, and she was headed to the armoury to work off some of that restlessness, since he hadn't been home yet.
And that is where Agrias Oaks happens to be. Her wooden sword flashes in a blur of reddish-brown, snaking out and striking at the training dummy with ferocious speed and strength. She emphasises agility, for the most part, but she also has strength when she needs it -- she may not have much in the way of muscle mass, but she's well-toned; muscles like whipcord. She moves with speed, though, too; almost reckless in its nature.
The wood makes a harsh cracking sound every time she scores a blow, dancing around and to the side. If the training dummy were a real person, they would be bloodied and on their knees by now; unable to react to such a swift onslaught.
After several more moments, she pulls away, wooden blade scuffed and somewhat splintered where it had hit the frame of the dummy, panting as she slouches over and braces herself on her knees. Whoof. That almost hurt, but it felt good to cut loose like that. She doesn't do it often.
He said he'd come down here to train.. but it was almost a tenative agreement. Not his usual swagger and sway. As she goes through the motions, Roy stares at the woman who has come to mean the world to him.
"...Agrias, that almost looked like me when I'm in the heat of battle." he comments quietly, almost shyly as he looks towards the floor. "...hi."
Agrias straightens, letting the sword dangle as she braces her weight against her good leg. It doesn't take long to recognise the voice she's come to know so well, but... it sounds different. There's a hint of apprehension there that isn't, usually.
She looks him over, noting his posture. Trepidation doesn't become the pilot, and neither is it something she's used to seeing on him. In fact, she's not sure she ever has. Depression, yes. Anger, yes. But fear... they're very much alike, in that regard. They dislike others to see them in such a state.
"Are you alright, Roy?" She sounds concerned, though she shifts her weight, as though she simply can't stand still. The knight cocks her golden gaze over the pilot, raising a brow. "You seem nervous. Has something happened...?"
"Hmm? Oh, no, no, I'm okay." Roy offers a smile. It's supposed to be that confident smile that he always offers. The same smile he'd give the devil itself. But it just seems like a shadow.
"You've been training really hard, it looks like." he asks, concern creeping into his voice. He stills a sneeze before it begins. "..are you sure you still want to train with me? We can go do something else instead. Dinner? Movie? Walk?" What, no 'let's back to our room and make out?'.
"Are you certain?" Agrias seems concerned as she watches him. Even his posture seems changed, somehow. Hunched, as though he were wanting to hide. Her gaze softens a little, though. He seems vaguely terrified of something, like he's going to jump at shadows. Maybe she ought to restrain some of this restlessness... but still, it's like something's eating her from the inside.
She gives a smile that's a hint or two shy of its usual passivity. It's confident in a way it isn't, usually. She reaches down, retrieving the second sword and tossing it to Roy, hilt-first.
"We've been spending too much time abed. It would do us good to move around, as well. Get some air." Well, they haven't been spending /all/ of that time asleep, but hey. Ahem. She chuckles, assuming a stance that... really doesn't look like her defensive stance. "If you really want to do something else, that's fine, but I think it would do you good."
Taking the blade, Roy's grip becomes loose, nearly defensive. He pauses for a moment, looking at the knight as he considers. One could get lost in those maddening raptor like golden eyes.
"Well, if you want to do this, that's fine.." the pilot says, holding the hilt as he brings his hands together, tapping his two forefingers on either hand together at the tip as he turns red, looking down. "Sorry, I was staring." he murmurs apologetically.
The pilot offers a small cough, trying to swallow down the sudden wave of embarassment. Come on, you've seen this woman in absolutely nothing but you, Roy Fokker.
As he continues to tap his fingers, he stares at a spot on the floor, as if he could bore a hole into it. "Maybe, though, after we're done, we could have dinner together, and maybe go out to see a movie or something?" Wait.. wait.. he's asking his fiancee on what should be a gimmie date.
There's a hint of something that isn't usually behind those eyes. Not even determination, it would seem, but that same sort of restlessness; raw energy, electric and consuming. Almost manic; as though fever-bright. Almost, but not quite.
"What's come over you?" She raises her head, looking down at him with narrowed eyes. The faintest hint of a hard smile flickers over her features. "You're never this skittish. I'd almost say you're acting like me... but... I don't feel that way, today..."
She lets her head roll to one side, cracking her neck swiftly and sharply. She straightens with a feral grin, shifting her grip on the hilt. "Sure. Dinner afterwards, and then a movie. I don't know why you're being so dodgy about it."
Agrias doesn't even give him time to react; she's already lunging forward, with a direct assault towards his chest. She doesn't beat around the bush this time -- no oblique strikes at his side or his shoulders; she's aiming to knock him over with a tackle, and to draw the wooden blade at his throat. One might almost say she's seeking to end the conflict quickly.
...One might also imagine her mind is on what they might be doing /after/ the movie...
Agrias Oaks misses Roy Fokker with your Tackle~! attack.
"Well, because I just wanted to make sure.. whoa!" Roy erks, bringing up his sword just in time to defend the strike aimed at his throat. That would have hurt quite a bit. "And I /could/ ask the same of you. Nothing's wrong.. I just was unsure, is all.."
His counter-strike is percision, aimed at the area between her collar-bone and shoulder, his attempt to strike the bone and cause a chain reaction down the arm. "I was thinking, you know, we could just have a night out on the town." the pilot shrugs.
Roy Fokker hits Agrias Oaks with his Role Reversals? attack.
"Tcheh." The sound is a snort as the Holy Knight tries to avoid the quick strike. She's wary as she watches him, but not wary like she usually is. There's no caution or reserve in her eyes; just a sort of raw attentiveness; alertness in all of the wrong sorts of ways, coming from Agrias Oaks.
The evasion isn't fast enough, though, and his sword cracks down on the area between collarbone and shoulder. She takes the blow with a grunt, sagging a little as the sword falls from nerveless fingers. A quick scrabble brings it up in the opposite hand, swinging at him nonetheless. Ordinarily, it would be a move to buy herself time -- but this time, she seems to press forward relentlessly, despite wielding in her off-hand. True, she's buying herself time until her arm isn't numb... but not in the way he might usually expect.
"Tch. Of course I would," she issues simply, scrabbling for footing. She's moving too fast to keep very good traction. "But this isn't like you at all. You would be the first to inquire as to whether or not I would be amenable to... /other/ things," she adds, gritting her teeth in a strained leer. Man, that hurt.
Agrias Oaks gets a glancing blow on Roy Fokker with your Off-Hand~! jab.
Roy is indeed caught off-guard. He had avoided the first desperate strike, and had moved in, but the woman's follow-up.. near.. flail catches the pilot off guard and strikes Roy across the shoulder.
"..it is not like that is the only thing on my mind, Agrias!" Roy sounds almost upset about this, no matter how true it (usually) is. The pilot takes a few steps back. "I did not want to come on too strong." Sure, he'd like to make out with her, but don't you buy her dinner and a movie first? Not if Agrias has her way.
As Agrias lashes out again, the pilot goes to grab her wrist, twisting as he does so. At this rate, she may demand it right /now/. With a movement forward, Roy turns to toss Agrias over his shoulder and plant her against the ground, standing over her.
...this could really really work against him...
Roy Fokker hits Agrias Oaks with his Body Slam~ attack.
She's moving too fast, and some small corner of her mind registers that she's being far too careless. If she focuses on such a strong offense, then there's nothing left to concentrate on defense with. Nothing at all.
And that works exactly to Roy's advantage -- she quickly finds herself hefted up over his shoulder and landing on her back, air rushing out of her in a sharp 'oof.' The wooden sword clatters to the ground, once again.
Agrias stares up at him, those golden eyes wide. She hadn't been expecting that at all. All she can really do for a moment is blink in surprise, chest heaving. Ow. That really hurt. That really knocked the wind out of her. And she really ought to slow down, because her very blood feels like it's boiling.
"...Roy...?"
Agrias Oaks stuns herself with your Ooh hey lookit, it's a pilot. <3 action.
The pilot freezes up as he hears the whoof of air from the knight. Oh crap. In an instant, he sets aside his sword, dropping down to a knee over the knight as he looks her over. Oh hell, he broke something. He broke her.
"Agrias?" he asks worriedly, touching her shoulders. "Are you okay?" the pilot searches her eyes. But it's not too much pain he sees in those eyes. Oh..
...hell.
Roy Fokker successfully targets Agrias Oaks with his ...come into my lair... action.
Roy Fokker stuns himself with his ..said the knight to the pilot... action.
Agrias coughs a bit, dismissively waving a hand and reaching around for her sword. She doesn't find it right away, but she does happen to see the expressions crossing Roy's face. A thin smile spreads over her own face as she registers the final hint of apprehension.
"Oh, hell." She struggles to her feet, using his shoulder as a handy balance. Her sword is retrieved, and once there, she hauls him to his feet with a wicked little smile. "I'm not used to you having no confidence, Roy. You just wasted a perfect opportunity. That's not like you at all."
And with that, she slings an arm around his neck, and decides to pay him a rather aggressive kiss; the sort of which she would normally expect from /him/.
Something is very wrong, here...
"Come on! Pick up your sword, and see if you can take me." She grins, too sharp and angular. Too restless. "It's just you and I, here; our blades, and our wits..."
Agrias Oaks successfully targets Roy Fokker with your Waiting, sweetheart; waiting for you~ o/` action.
Roy Fokker is no longer stunned.
...
Mmf.
Roy's eyes go /wide/ at Agrias's sudden aggressiveness. "...are you sure of this?" the pilot asks as he steps back from the woman, picking up his training weapon as he does so. "Well, I guess.. uhm, if you want to.."
Agrias waits with her sword held loosely, where she usually keeps such a steady grip on the blade. She waits long enough for him to reach for his weapon and take it back in hand. Even hot-blooded, she wouldn't dare attack an unarmed opponent, especially someone so close to her.
Once he has that, though, all bets are off.
She launches forward in a feint, wooden blade flicking out first to the left and then to the right. The attack isn't very solid, though, and rather than strike at him... she pulls the blow. It's a feint in the manner of her usual strike, but it's too quick.
She pulls her strike at the last moment, and drops the sword with a clatter and a dark-sounding chuckle. Quick movements take her up to the pilot, and she rather closely invades his personal space -- she chuckles, glancing up at him. Her smile is definitely not normal, and those golden eyes glitter. "What say we reconvene in our quarters, hmm, love...? I would like that, very much."
She'll leave him with a possessive kiss to decide with, and that done, she goes to fetch her equipment, sauntering off to wait for him. Let him decide, but she has a feeling he'll be following after her soon enough~