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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Jan 23, 2006 18:10:57 GMT -5
Since Ms. Macabre clearly is a fan of Mr. Maul, I figured it would be a good way to get into the upswing here to play out her training under Maul.
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Post by sithofmacabre on Jan 23, 2006 20:22:14 GMT -5
Nyahaha! X3 Thanks!!
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Jan 23, 2006 20:41:24 GMT -5
Darth Maul invites Xexilia for her first training session on modern-day Coruscant. When she arrives, he is on an open balcony, the city stretching out below him. "So. The little demon-plant girl wants to open her heart to anger and rage."
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Post by sithofmacabre on Jan 23, 2006 20:45:54 GMT -5
With a stiff, slight nod, her head turns to the city. Blind eyes not seeing it, strengthened ears listening, nostrils smelling the obscenity of corrupted alleyways and sweet, overpowering aroma of the higher class. Her armor's helmet was off, and held under one arm. "If it would not be refused."
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Jan 23, 2006 20:51:22 GMT -5
In a flurry of motion, Maul is behind her. In another burst of frenetic speed, she is tumbling to the ground below. Maul is leaping down, running straight down the side of a building, his double-edged lightsaber flared up. "You have no killer instinct! Whatever am I do to with you?!" He tosses his saber at Xexilia.
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Post by sithofmacabre on Jan 23, 2006 21:07:57 GMT -5
After regaining composure from being thrown from the balcony, she kicks her left foot into the side of the building, creating rubble and dust as her weight dragged her along with gravity, but her foot slowed it. Catching Darth Maul's saber just before it fell out of reach, she holds it tightly, the suede pads on her suit's fingers making it easy to grip as she activated it. "If I have none, then it can be created!" Despite this, she kept the blade at a defensive stance while still sliding down the building, soon managing to pull out her foot and slam the other one down, following Maul in his run down the huge partition.
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Jan 23, 2006 21:11:43 GMT -5
"A killer instinct cannot be inculcated. It is inborn."
OOG: That was a saber toss to try to cut you in half, not anything remotely helpful. Still wanna grab it?
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Post by sithofmacabre on Jan 23, 2006 21:20:42 GMT -5
(Um...Yes, still grab it, but she'll deactivate it instead)
"Then perhaps there is something else?" The weapon's obnoxious hum when it had been thrown at her enables her to listen for the hilt's lack of such a sound and catch it. Curious as to what she holds between her fingers, she shifts it a few times in hand. Having dropped her helmet in the fall, Xexilia hopes to recover it--should they ever reach ground level.
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Jan 23, 2006 21:39:43 GMT -5
Miraculously, Xexilia catches the lightsaber and de-activates it. Maul closes his fist. Suddenly, Xexilia's arm is alive with a warm pain, burning through her whole body. The lightsaber rockets back into his hand and flares up again. The debris coming from her braking action above forms into a cloud around Xexilia. She is then hit from behind by a rock, which then resettles back into the cloud. Maul is gone from view when Xexilia's vision returns. From around her, a voice speaks out, "What else could there be but a killer instinct? Not even Qui-Gon Jinn believed that."
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Post by sithofmacabre on Jan 23, 2006 21:53:00 GMT -5
A slight yelp escapes her lips as her arm, and then entire body burns, jerking to the side a little when the lightsaber was summoned back. Wincing, but guarded by the armor on her back, she stumbles down the wall a few yards before capturing her footing again--glaring around without really seeing. "Then what purpose will I have in coming to you or Master Qui-Gon? Will you not train me without such instinct?!" Her hands lightly touch the wall, as if studying it as she fell past, but she didn't make any move to grab it to stop her fall. Her armor was increasing her speed enough down the building--an abrupt stop wouldn't be favorable.
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Jan 23, 2006 21:58:23 GMT -5
"What is there to train? It is like teaching a rock teras kasi." The debris continues to pelt at her.
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Post by sithofmacabre on Jan 23, 2006 22:12:50 GMT -5
A growl escaped her throat, bitten back as some debris hit the back of her head. "A rock would have hit the ground already." According to some geometrical equations in her head. Shaking the thought away, her next footstep carefully slid from her foot to her knee, to slow the fall a bit more so any collision with the ground wouldn't crush her--although she had doubts that it would. Xexilia didn't even know how high the building was, nor what anything below looked like. Shaking her head violently from dust of the debris, she lifted one hand to cover the back, her armor taking nicks and chipping off some from bombardments of rock.
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Jan 23, 2006 22:31:24 GMT -5
Coming from above is a colossal spread of lightning, ready to engulf Xexilia with electric pain. It is about a mile to the ground and Xexilia is losing her foothold in the wall fast. There is no traffic below or above her, probably because there's been a quarantine to keep people from dying during the training.
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Post by sithofmacabre on Jan 23, 2006 22:42:40 GMT -5
Able to hear the thunder of the lightning, she curses under her breath, attempting to think quickly. An improbable option came and she took it immediately, suddenly tilting her body a little sideways and skipping further along the building's walls, still sliding downward; hoping to only take the outskirts of the lightning's spread if nothing. She braces herself for it, keeping her feet on the wall, but curling the rest of her body closer, which also increased speed, and forced her feet out from under her after only a few seconds. Xexilia was fairly confident in surviving the ground--lightning was another element entirely. She only bit her lip, attempting once more to keep her feet on the wall, but the speed would probably take a limb with it after she failed again.
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Jan 23, 2006 23:08:18 GMT -5
Xexilia manages to dodge the lightning almost completely. As she falls to the side and down, she sees Maul coming at her, shoving his lightsaber with a brutal thrust at her. "Running like a bantha from danger. No warrior spirit at all!"
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Post by sithofmacabre on Jan 23, 2006 23:24:29 GMT -5
She pulls out her own weapon from it's sheath at her side, activating it to the length of a sword, making it a vibroblade--able to withstand the lightsaber's power. "I am not running!" Although she knew that was both true and false--she was falling, but she was avoiding his attacks. Listening for his saber, she manages to brace her feet on the wall one last time to block his attack, hoping to strike back before being forced to fall by gravity again. Not entirely sure of warrior spirit or not, she remained silent of that factor--she trained in many arts, including Teras Kasi, but she never anticipated that she would really use them to the fullest extent. From now on, however, she swore to herself that she would.
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Jan 23, 2006 23:30:56 GMT -5
Unfortunately enough, the parry misses its target. Xexilia is impaled in the gut. Darth Maul quickly pulls out, a powerful gauntlet providing a shield in case of counter-attack (a counter-attack Xexilia is not prepared to launch) and delivers a spinning backhand to Xexilia's face. She strikes a building and continues falling... at several times the speed of light. She has roughly a nanosecond to defend herself from hitting the ground.
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Post by sithofmacabre on Jan 23, 2006 23:42:09 GMT -5
Choking back a scream from the lightsaber's scorching stab, and feeling a large bruise almost instantly forming on her cheek, she instinctively covers her head with her arms. She doesn't stop herself from falling, but isn't exactly prepared for it, colliding back first into solid concrete with a smothered gasp, losing the wind in her lungs, her back making a crater three times her size due to her weight. She felt like her arms had lost any feeling, but she remains still, struggling to summon back air to her body. Her already thin gut burns from the lightsaber strike, and she almost wonders why she isn't already dead.
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Jan 23, 2006 23:44:12 GMT -5
OOG: You did have the time to TRY somehow to stop from hitting the ground. I roll to see if you can do whatever you propose. Keep that post if you do hit the ground, though.
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Post by sithofmacabre on Jan 23, 2006 23:53:50 GMT -5
(I'll keep the post, ^^ It follows one of my favorite dogmas of the Sith--"If you are prepared to break your fall, you are prepared for the fall itself. Sith do not fall. They do not fail."
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This being from a Star Wars Journal about Darth Maul X3, so it's quoted)
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Jan 24, 2006 1:53:52 GMT -5
OOG: I have this strange feeling that that doesn't mean, "If you're getting your ass kicked, don't bother defending yourself, that would totally be stupid." It means success at all costs and only success. But fair enough.
Darth Maul sneers slightly. Xexilia can see this was not intended to be seen. It is as close as he gets to a small. He leaps down, firing an array of telekinetic cutting waves down at the ground.
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Post by sithofmacabre on Jan 24, 2006 19:45:02 GMT -5
Without her own telekinetic ability, Xexilia raises her hands rapidly to stretch out her fingers and block the cutting waves with her own shield. She turns her head quickly to spit a small glop of blood from her mouth and cough once or twice before increasing the power of the shielf with renewed strength, though keeping her mind on the largest injury. If she didn't know her limits, she would have begun complaining of what unfairness this training had--but she was well aware of what she couldn't do; her other senses would have to adjust faster, and work harder. Xexilia bites her lip as her stomach constantly tenses in agony from her wound, letting go of a strained hiss.
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Jan 24, 2006 20:34:42 GMT -5
Xexilia's shield defends against the incoming waves quite well, protecting her from harm. As Maul rushed down the building opposite from her, twirling his lightsaber in a strange form clearly to build his power, he called out, "Are you too much of a coward to attack?!"
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Post by sithofmacabre on Jan 24, 2006 20:45:03 GMT -5
Blast it, she hardly had the strength to stand, much less attack! Despite it, she forced her hands behind her so she could lift herself up from the crater, nearly falling forward when her gut's burning pain refused to subside. Hearing his lightsaber spinning with violent hums, she concentrated upon that and his criticizing voice while taking her vibroblade in hand. With a quick but long breath, she sprinted forward and raised the hilt so the blade pointed downwards to perform an upward swing, bracing herself to block any parry available the moment it contacted something--be it Maul or his lightsaber before shifting past that to what her next attack could be.
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Jan 24, 2006 20:57:13 GMT -5
Maul sees the vibroblade and telekinetically disarms Xexilia. He rushes in with a giant overhead spinning strike. If Xexilia cannot defend, she will be struck hundreds of times.
(By the way: Xexilia's actually doing pretty well in the health department.)
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Post by sithofmacabre on Jan 24, 2006 21:07:57 GMT -5
(Ah okay, just a hole in her gut ^_^)
With rapid reaction, she ducks down before any strike occurs and balances herself on her hands for a split second before pushing herself with her feet to the side of and then behind Darth Maul, swinging one leg with its fullest strength into the back of his knees before sitting on her hands again and jumping back and standing, her fists raised as if it would help her against his deadly weapon, her ears listening for the smaller hum of her vibroblade.
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Jan 24, 2006 21:19:40 GMT -5
OOG: Yes, a hole in her gut given her plant nature, Communal regeneration and healing ability, trainers, armor, etc. actually isn't so bad. And your armor as well as your abilities undoubtedly include powers to fend off blades with your hands, though his lightsaber is clearly not a normal one.
Xexilia slips to the side of the blows, but is still struck by some of the sideways blows from the veritable storm of strikes. The vibroblade seems completely gone. Darth Maul is currently finishing his strike and repositioning, leaving a window of opportunity to get in a strike.
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Post by sithofmacabre on Jan 24, 2006 22:06:58 GMT -5
(I'm so horrible at remembering things..ahaha)
She instantly takes the opportunity and lunges forward, releasing a small breath of relief as she felt her gut begin to close and regenerate flesh at a steady pace, her armor protecting her from any immense damage (though it still burns some). Once she's as close as necessary, she uses a knee strike and kicks the spiked armor on her knee to hit Darth Maul in the small of his back.
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Jan 24, 2006 22:14:53 GMT -5
OOG: It's not really remembering, you're still fleshing out your character and we haven't worked out all of her abilities quite yet. But on the flipside, you haven't just been stabbed in the gut, you've also been clocked bad in the face, hit by debris moving at faster than light speeds, struck by energy coming from the lightsaber, etc.
Maul amazingly leaps up above and away from the knee, spinning around and revealing a hidden vibro-blade in his boot as he launches a spinning jumping kick counter-attack. Xexilia has more turn, so she can dodge the strike and still attack, assuming nothing goes too wrong.
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Post by sithofmacabre on Jan 24, 2006 22:40:40 GMT -5
Xexilia twists her upper body to avoid the spinning kick, taking her lower body with her after a short delay, and she makes a back-kick towards him. She then rotated her upper torso again to wind back a punch, throwing it with a large amount of her own weight.
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