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Post by Micky Havens on Oct 9, 2007 23:42:05 GMT 1
Micky had been coming to the Council more and more after her first visit. She told herself that she wouldn't be a part of it, and she wasn't (not yet anyways). She came to the Council with Willow and Zyoria, to find out more about her mother's killer, but after that visit she began using the training rooms, by herself. She didn't want to get involved any more than nessecery.
The training rooms were impressive in the slightest. Punching bags, dummies, weights, everything needed for Micky (or a slayer for that matter) to train. It was alot better then training in some random alleyway, it was really limiting. This place even had a simulator, but that was a little too high tech for Micky. She preferred the type of training room she was in currently.
At the moment, Micky was smashing her fists against the punching bag. She really needed to strengthen her punches, as right now they had little effect on a vampire (only super powers got the job done, but she wasn't a slayer). She understood that she could never be as strong as a slayer, she just wanted to be stronger. The punching bag served its purpose in that case, but it also served the purpose of helping Micky release the aggression within. She was just freaking out lately over her mother's killer, the dreams getting more and more real, more and more directed towards her than just reliving the past.
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Post by madaxvodrex on Oct 13, 2007 3:18:58 GMT 1
“You’re anger is as thick as stone around you,” [/color] spoke a distant voice in the distance. Madax had been watching her slam her fists against the punching bag for several minutes, sensing her aggression from a mile off. It lured the Old One in disguise there to her like an army of ants to a picnic blanket. “If I am right, and I have been about emotions so far, you lost someone dear to you. Your body’s mixture of anger and hurt explains it all like an open book.”[/color]
Madax took a few steps closer to her. He had just recently abandoned the female watcher in the library, due to the fact of Madax’s great lust of curiosity. The Old One was determined to learn just as much about humans as he was wanting to know of the world’s history since his kind’s downfall. As the demon, in the form of a human, looked into the eyes of the human before him, he wondered as to what had made her anger so mighty and why it had forced her to begin hitting a thick bag full of sand. As a matter of fact, Madax had been curious as to why there was a bag of sand hanging from the ceiling in the first place. It reminded him of one of the ways he would torture his enemies long ago. He would place them in similar sacks and hang the sacks from ceilings, but the sacks would also be filled with parasitic demons, similar to scorpions.
She did not know what Madax really was hopefully. To her, he was just another human, probably mistaking him for a watcher, but then again, Madax had sometimes given off his demonic scent to others nearby. The humans have yet to show any kind of signs of sensing demons.
“What is your name?”[/color] he asked softly, with a pseudo-tone of innocent curiosity.
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Post by Micky Havens on Oct 13, 2007 22:07:19 GMT 1
Micky spun around at the sound of a voice, and saw a young man approaching her. Did he work here, at the Council with the slayers? It seemed to be the only reasonable conclusion, but still Micky held her hands up in a guard on instinct. After a moment she let them down, realizing that he probably did work here. She was just startled, not really having been encountered in this place before. She normally just stayed out of sight, not wanting interaction whatsoever.
He asked her name, and she hesitated. Should she give her name? A name implied trust, connection. However, she had given it out several times since she moved to Misery, she was slipping and she knew it. She might as well now, it was meanless after the amounts of time she let her gaurd slip and let people know who she was.
"I'm Micky," she said, finally coming to her internal resolution. Her body was tense, and her voice came out strong. It was easy to tell that she was uncomfortable around this intruder, not knowing who he really was and why he was here. The words that he spoke were too true, and she hated that she had been seen in her release. She hated that already, someone she never met before knew something about her.
Why was he here anyways? He had no right to intrude on her training session, and he certainly had no right to say what he did. "What are you doing here?" she asked, her voice almost bitter.
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Post by madaxvodrex on Oct 14, 2007 6:41:34 GMT 1
Madax looked at her now with a new aura and smell emitting from her. She hated the fact that he could read her emotions. It was a natural power that Madax was born with, and could not change. As the Old One stepped closer and closer towards her in the form of a mere teenager, he kept an ever watchful eye on her emotions, incase they were unstable. His expression was one of curiosity and close study of her, as if he were a tiger and she was the prey.
“I am exploring,” [/color] he said, again feeling insulted by her insolence before realizing that he was still in human form and unable to reveal his true glorious form, “I saw you here, and saw the expressions on your face. You looked as if you were about to destroy the bag. Are you trying to train, so that you can fight the half bre…”[/color] Madax stopped himself there. He had forgotten the fact that the half breeds that these so-called slayers fight were called Vampires. “vampires? If you are, then you could hold your own from what I see, but your combat skills are something else that I have not seen. Care to show me what you got? You have my word that I will not harm, but rather help you become better.[/color]
Madax removed his leather jacket, revealing a black t-shirt underneath that tightened against his built human body. He cracked his knuckles, neck, and back as he came within sparring distance of her and got in a fighting stance.
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Post by Micky Havens on Oct 18, 2007 20:48:42 GMT 1
Micky got into a fighting stance as well. She always loved a challenge, and wasn't that what this guy was proposing? He wanted to know how good she is at combat, and she wanted to know the same of him. He sounded cocky, like he thought he could teach Micky some sort of lesson. She highly doubted that (sure she was cocky as well). "Feel free to let loose." He said he wouldn't harm her, she didn't want to be taken easy on. She surely wouldn't treat him that way.
Micky raised her leg slightly, as if she was about to kick him. If this guy was a human (which she thought he was), a kick would surely work. But he mentioned vampires, and Micky would treat him as if she was fighting a vampire. That was what he asked for after all. And with a vampire, a simple kick would not work. Surprise was better. Rather than kicking, Micky lunged forward, punching the guy in the jaw.
"Don't you think I should know your name before I beat you down?" She hadn't punched him hard, she was just starting and so far this was merely sparring. If he punched her full force, she would return the favor. Which would be more damaging, her fist or his? He was built, but she was strong on her own. Micky did love a competition.
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Post by madaxvodrex on Oct 20, 2007 22:26:22 GMT 1
Madax’s head swung back a few inches from the human’s hit. Sure, a human’s punches were mediocre at best, but if she was wanting to take down a half breed like a vampire, she would have to pick up the pace, or else she would find herself dead and fast. Madax picked up the pace in turn, returning with a series of fast jabs and kicks, intentionally missing his human opponent by mere inches with each swing, before delivering a side kick, just a centimeter from her face.
“That is what you would expect from your vampire opponent after your single punch.” [/color] He spoke with a serious tone of anger, “You must keep your attacks constant and non-stop. Only stop for just a second at a time if you have to, and remember that just one hit will not dust the half bre…vampire. You might as well spit in their face, rather than hit them once if you want to piss them off. If they know that you will fight, then most won’t play with you. They will just fight their hardest, until they know that you are out of commission. Then they would torture you and kill you.”[/color] Madax took a few steps away from her, placing his hand on the punching bag that she was hitting. They were just close enough to it for Madax to use it to his advantage.
“Oh, and for further note,” [/color] he said, swinging the punching bag in her direction, the worn out bag intending on hitting her at any second, “always mind your surroundings. Anything can be used as a weapon if you know how to will it.”[/color]
The Old One smiled in amusement to the human’s fighting. He spoke to her as if he knew how these half-breeds worked. As a matter of fact, he did. From watching his army of eons ago toy with the lower breeds, and watching humans today fight them. He gathered his knowledge of how they worked quickly. It would greatly work to his advantage. Against humans someday.
“As for my name; You may call me Madax. Madax Vodrex.”[/color]
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Post by Micky Havens on Oct 22, 2007 21:28:01 GMT 1
As the punching bag came towards her, Micky moved to the side so that it just missed her. She would have pushed it back at him, just to shut him up, but she decided best not to. This guy was stronger than her, she would admit that. But in no way did she think he was a better fighter. The methods he described would work sometimes, but they wouldn’t always be good enough.
This guy, Madax, was far too cocky. He thought he knew better than her, but he didn’t know much. “I’ve been doing this for four years Madax, I think I know well enough how to kill a vampire by now.” Most nights, Micky wouldn’t rest until she had killed a vamp, she must have killed hundreds by now. But she still hadn’t killed the one vampire she needed to.
It was her mentality that wouldn’t allow her to rid of that vampire for once and for all. She hated that everytime she saw him, she couldn’t kill him. Her mind rendered her helpless. If it was only physical, she could kill him, but it wasn’t.
And since Madax had offered a name, she offered her own. “And I’m Micky.” He didn't need to know her last name.
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