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Post by blacktothefuture on Jul 19, 2012 15:33:01 GMT -5
"What on earth is this?! squandering the chance I gave you for revenge! Get up you lazy creatin get up!!" the young man on the sidelines insists.
Heeding either his masters command or his own hatred he moves for a crossing-X strike at Sohma, shuddering here and there as he moves. This will not only be a pitiful offense but also more than likely the man's last.
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Post by Scott Pilgrim on Jul 20, 2012 22:08:34 GMT -5
I'll calmly take a step back and say "You're done."
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Post by blacktothefuture on Jul 24, 2012 12:41:33 GMT -5
Sohma steps out of the way of the attack, his attacker stumbling pathetically at its end. Once on his knees he coughs and wretches in pain as his employer looks on with a mixed expression of disgust.
"Well I don't suppose you'd be willing to let bygones be bygones then?" he offers tenuously.
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Post by Scott Pilgrim on Jul 24, 2012 13:33:03 GMT -5
"Give me the zoning rights you bet on this match and stay out of my life then sure, whatever, bygones."
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Post by blacktothefuture on Jul 30, 2012 13:53:03 GMT -5
"Right, right. Of course! Here you go" he says taking a cluster of papers from within his well-pressed jacket.
As Sohma reaches for them however he produces a jewel encrusted dagger from within his sleeve and attempts to stab Sohma. His strike aimed to move through the papers in an attempt to mask his strike.
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Post by Scott Pilgrim on Jul 31, 2012 22:35:53 GMT -5
I'm going to use phantom hands to knock away the strike
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Post by blacktothefuture on Aug 1, 2012 22:27:02 GMT -5
Last time the two of you fought the rich young man outstripped your own swiftness by a large degree. This time it is the opposite as Sohma sweeps the strike aside with a flicker of his hands, barely pricking himself on the blade as he does so.
Not completely used to the realm of battle the enemy is staggered from such a defense. This is made evident by his stumbling forward after his failed attack.
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Post by Scott Pilgrim on Aug 2, 2012 13:42:55 GMT -5
I'm going to use the low kick combo and for the counter attack instead of actually hitting him I'm going to grab his wrist and the collar of his shirt. Assuming I accomplish this and effectively have him at my mercy I will say "I beat you three years, and since then I've been stabbed, nearly bled to death, poisoned, burned, and damn near every other painful experience you care to think of, but unlike you I learned from my experiences, I let them humble me and teach me. I didn't spend years of my life plotting revenge against anyone, however..." Sohma will then help his target to his feet and say "I am sorry for humiliating you at the Halloween party in first year, I was right to defend myself but rubbing it in your face was immature of me."
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Post by blacktothefuture on Aug 6, 2012 11:26:02 GMT -5
With an ease most jarring to his target Sohma takes a leg out from under his opponent. The sudden movement physically disarming at the beginning as well as emotionally at the end.
At first the young mans face rapidly shifts as several different emotions struggle for control of his face. Anger, resentment, exhaustion, fear. After a few moments it settles on a well balanced anguish as he heaves a great sigh and picks the deed back up and hands it to you.
"It seems you've thoroughly ruined any drive I had left. Perhaps an apology is what I should have sought from the start" he sighs as he hands the paper over.
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Post by Scott Pilgrim on Aug 6, 2012 11:31:49 GMT -5
Sohma will take the papers and say "I was probably too immature to give it then. Also, The Dojo's doors are always open to you should you wish to learn." Sohma will then bow to the man and leave
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Post by blacktothefuture on Aug 15, 2012 12:06:10 GMT -5
In silence this once vengeful young man watches Sohma go. His vendetta not only ended but a certain understanding having been reached. An understanding that may just prove to outlast even the most deep seated of hatred.
While the journeys of Sohma Katsu do not end there nor the journeys of his once rich opponent the Men with Affluence Club's hazing rituals decidedly ceased (well, as much as rich people will cease to relish their own wealth) and no one who had encountered him forgot his fierce fighting style and stalwart decorum outside of battle even after their own high school days had come to an end.
THE END.
(Hope that was fun man. Thanks for playing to begin with!)
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Post by Scott Pilgrim on Aug 20, 2012 8:28:24 GMT -5
Thanks it was. It's just the sort of ending I was hoping for.
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