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Post by Theo Anson on Jan 14, 2012 20:09:25 GMT -5
Theo sat near a tree in the forest, not that was a very specific, after all the forest was filled with trees. This particular tree, however was right by the edge of a clearing and was a large and mighty-looking maple tree. Theo had found this place a few months ago, now having gotten much more accustomed to Hatsu Itonami, and had made it his sanctuary in a way. Whenever he got a panic attack, or felt like something horrible would happen, he would follow the river here and sit at the roots of the tree and suddenly everything felt safer.
Karter wasn't sure what it was, really, but something about this clearing made it much easier to calm Theo down or to take control. Whenever he felt the need to take control, a few planted thoughts would get Theo scurrying over to the clearing. Perhaps it was the lack of noise that made it easier to come forward, who knew. Either way, he didn't see much of a need to come into control now, but Theo had felt the need to come this way today.
It was a pity, the alter-ego thought to himself, that Theo was in such an industrial city when the young man loved the outdoors and wide open spaces. Perhaps, Karter thought, he should have taken more care when he took over and made his host take a plane to this city.
Both, lost in thoughts, didn't seem to realize that someone was approaching.
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Post by Mikka Volkov on Jan 14, 2012 20:30:03 GMT -5
Mikka was in one of her particularly delicate moods, which seemed to be appearing with a frightening amount of frequency lately. Maybe it was that she couldn't take out her frustrations as violently as she was used to when trying to lay low like this. Not, of course, that this little Russian was aware of this tendency she had. Mikka was like a child, she acted on impulse and was always unable to process the consequences of her actions.
So, in a strangely gloomy but chipper mood, the slender blonde slipped into the clearing. She didn't notice that there was someone else with her, at least not at first. She was humming some sort of lullaby and absentmindedly twirling what appeared to be some sort of pipe or crowbar between her fingers.
"Бог, this city is boring." She sighed, bouncing between various languages as she complained to herself, quite loudly so. "The entertainment is very much lacking here, isn't it? Да, it is." She tapped the long metallic object in her hand against the nearest tree trunk, desperately wanting to smash something.
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Post by Theo Anson on Jan 14, 2012 21:00:58 GMT -5
Karter surged to the front of his charge's mind as soon as he heard the loud sound of metal on wood. It was doubtless that Theo would have panicked if he had heard it (Karter was pretty sure he would chalk it up to a dream when he let the young man reclaim his head) so it was only natural that he take control.
After seeing who it was (the Russian-German woman from the manor) he was glad he did on reflex. There was no way that SHE was getting anywhere near Theo. He stood and brushed off his pants. "Well hello there, my trilingual comrade." He sang out toward the direction that the tapping and muttering was coming from.
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Post by Mikka Volkov on Jan 14, 2012 21:11:12 GMT -5
Mikka's grey eyes froze over as if there was a blizzard raging behind them. Her lips twisted up into a large grin, although whether it was cruel or kind was not clear. "Privet, tovarishch. It has been too long." She gave the crowbar (yes, it was definitely a crowbar) a quick twirl and rested it on top of her shoulder lazily. "You came just in time. Boredom was close to killing me. And that would have been unfortunate, da?"
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Post by Theo Anson on Jan 14, 2012 21:17:15 GMT -5
Karter smirked and fiddled with his butterfly knife, flipping it open and shut and spinning it around. He had to say that he liked the way the light played off of it, even in early spring in a forest. "Oh definitely, but only because I'd MUCH rather kill you myself than let boredom do the job for me." His hand rested a little out to his side, the flat of the knife toward Mikka so she could get a good look at his favorite weapon.
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Post by Mikka Volkov on Jan 14, 2012 21:23:44 GMT -5
Mikka laughed. If it had been anybody but Karter, they might have noticed the temperature seemingly drop a few degrees. "Kesese," she chuckled, "Well aren't you a gentleman? Trying to scare a poor girl with such threats." However, her smile shows that she was anything but scared. In fact, the Ookami was enjoying this.
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Post by Theo Anson on Jan 14, 2012 21:36:30 GMT -5
"Threats? No my dear lady, I don't threaten." He chuckled, shifting the grip on his knife. It was nicely balanced and a familiar weight in his hand after all of the paces he had put it through. "That would be giving the impression that one could call it as a bluff, no, I make promises."
And with that, he darted forward, slashing for what seemed to be the woman's dominant arm. Disabling her would be the first thing he needed to do. Blunt-force trauma could occasionally be worse than bullets, and he'd like to keep his face intact.
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Post by Mikka Volkov on Jan 14, 2012 21:55:01 GMT -5
Mikka issued a look of alarm, although she was actually quite prepared for this. She deftly flipped backwards, sucessfully dodging the knife in the process. At the same time she flipped the crowbar in her hand, readying it to launch a counter strike once she landed. One did not grow up in the icy wilds of Russia and end up a weakling. Well, gran it, sh had ethnically grown up in urban Germany with a rather harmless lifestyle, but still. Running through the Tundra for a good while had toughened her up plenty.
"You are so rude, tovarishch." Mikka chided, swinging her arm (and her crowbar) towards her assailant the moment her feet touched the ground. "Allow me to teach you some manners." She wasn't really aiming for anywhere in particular, but the swing was still well-placed.
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Post by Theo Anson on Jan 14, 2012 22:12:04 GMT -5
Karter's smirk stuck to his face as he jumped up, landing lightly on top of the crowbar instead of getting smashed in the shoulder with it. "Now that wasn't very polite, are you sure you know proper etiquette for Japan? It's MUCH different than that of Mother Russia." Despite the song in his words, he was a bit surprised that the woman was that fast. No matter, he appeared to be at the very least equally matched. And since his weapon was lighter, he might just be faster due to carrying less.
He sprang backward from his spot on the crowbar, one of his feet sticking out JUST enough as he flipped back that if he was lucky he'd have Mikka in the face. Not that luck would play much of a role in this battle, it rarely boiled down to luck for him.
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Post by Mikka Volkov on Jan 14, 2012 22:22:09 GMT -5
While he didn't land a full-out blow on her face Karter still managed to catch her forehead, which would probably give the Russian native a nasty headache later. "You are a speedy one," Mikka chimed, ignoring the throbbing in her head and whirling around to face her opponent. She was more than capable of talking and fighting s the same time, she enjoyed taunting too not to. "Quick like a cute little rabbit." She swung again, trying to use her weapon's longer reach to her advantage.
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Post by Theo Anson on Jan 14, 2012 22:35:45 GMT -5
Karter blinked, also easily capable of taunting and fighting at the same time. "A rabbit, eh?" He ducked under the crowbar, slashing at her stomach with his knife. There was too much force in her swings to let her change directions easily, so he could focus more on smaller scratches and let her bleed out a bit. Tire her out, then slit her throat.
Lovely.
"I can't be something with a little more 'umph?'" He questioned as he sliced.
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Post by Mikka Volkov on Jan 14, 2012 22:47:38 GMT -5
Mikka skirted backwards after taking the blow to the stomach, taking a moment to asses the damage. "Nein, du bist ein Hase," she giggled, momentarily slipping into German. "Or should I call you Krolik?" She was panting but there was an ecstatic gleam i her eyes. "Yes, that sounds much better. I do prefer my native Russian above all else." She attempted to make smaller, faster swings, trying to avoid leaving any part of her body open. The crowbar arched towards Karter's arms and her foot went towards his legs.
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Post by Theo Anson on Jan 14, 2012 22:51:38 GMT -5
Karter jumped back to avoid both blows. "Well fine, She-Hulk." He responded, leaping forward and ducking under her arm to slash at her side as the danger passed. He bolted a few yards away. Distance was going to be key here, if she managed to trip him up, perish the thought, he'd be going straight to heaven.
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Post by Mikka Volkov on Jan 14, 2012 23:09:02 GMT -5
Mikka just barely dodged the attack by swigging her hips violently in the opposite direction. Without any hesitation she rolled further away, poised for attack as soon as she was upright again. For the first time, she noticed the blood staining the front of her convienently white sweater. She sighed, a little annoyed, before darting back over to Karter in an uneven zig-zagging motion, swinging the crowbar towards him as she sped past. "Silly Krolik, you've ruined my favorite shirt," she grumbled loudly.
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Post by Theo Anson on Jan 14, 2012 23:38:37 GMT -5
"Then don't wear your favorite shirt when you piss me off. I'm perfectly fine if you take it off before we start fighting." He said with a careless shrug, the smug look on his face refusing to leave. Karter bent backwards, allowing the crowbar to pass over him, not without consequence though, he was caught on the chin, and narrowly avoided biting his tongue off.
He rubbed his jaw as he snapped back upright, a tooth was probably chipped even if he hadn't bitten off his tongue. He'd have to get that fixed, didn't want Theo finding out about this...
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