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Post by Logan Marshall on Dec 30, 2014 1:35:08 GMT
Logan walked through the forest, with Opal hopefully behind him. He tromped through bushes and trees, and asked, "Hey, Opal, how you doing back there?" He looked over his shoulder and continued to run forward. He was half-way to their base when he heard footsteps. The wind was blowing to him when he picked up the scent of Jack King. "Opal, be careful, and stay hidden, I smell Jack King. Get your knives ready. Logan pulled out his metal claws and got ready. Opal StroleJack KingPosting order: Logan, Opal, Jack. |
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Post by Opal Strole on Dec 30, 2014 2:11:27 GMT
Opal was following, close behind. She was having a little trouble staying close, but she was managing. When Logan suddenly stopped, she did too, worry etched into her brow. Giving herself a moment to marvel at Logan's sense of smell, though she knew it was strong, she grabbed a small mask as thin as plastic wrap but a million times as strong out of her pocket and put it on. Opal knew that they would end up running into someone, so she had taken the time to design and order a custom mask like no other. It was black with red rims around the eyes and surprisingly comfortable, and looked quite boss with her jet black hair streaming out behind her.
Wielding two knives from her boots, each a good 5 inches long, she crouched, ready to fight. Rich or not, she was skilled in both mental training, but battling as well.
"Animal shift?" she whispered, too quite for a human too hear, but knowing that Logan, being part animal, could hear her.
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Post by Jack King on Dec 30, 2014 2:26:47 GMT
Jack was whistling away, carefree in the forest. He was wearing his old leather jacket and gloves, for it was the warmest thing he owned. Suddenly, he heard something and stopped. Having being part animal that's in the feline family, he had superior hearing, as well as vision. He whipped his head in the direction of the sound and yelled, "Who's there? I know you're there, Logan. If you want to hurt me, fine, just remember, I am just as skilled as you are. I may have turned soft, but I still have it deep inside me, and I'm not afraid to pull it out!"
Jack took out his 2 long knives, and attached them to his wrist. Jack sniffed the air once more, and smelled another lifeform, maybe another half-blood. Logan could be using Brenda to lure him into becoming a gangster, or maybe Rayne came back to help him? He didn't know, but was curious who it was.
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Post by Logan Marshall on Dec 30, 2014 13:10:04 GMT
"He's in human. Opal, stay hidden. We're gonna observe him, find his weaknesses, his attack patterns. Well, you're gonna do that. Only help me when I need help." He said. He nodded is head and went out, his metal claws on. "Forgive me, Jack, for what I'm about to do. This is my only option, and you've forced this upon yourself!" He slowly began circling Jack, klinking his metal claws together.
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Post by Opal Strole on Dec 30, 2014 17:14:25 GMT
The masked woman rolled her eyes. She never liked being bossed around. A few moments after Logan stepped out, Opal did as well, slowly, smiling in her evil way, happy she managed to put on red lipstick that morning, but swearing to buy a black jumpsuit so that her outfit was complete.
Twirling both knives in her hand, Opal watched Logan, then Jack with beady eyes. "Hello, Jack," she said, almost in a scary way. "Logan here thinks he's going to get all the fun."
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Post by Jack King on Dec 30, 2014 22:30:22 GMT
"Why should anybody get any fun?" asked Jack sarcastically. He turned into a panther, jumped on a nearby tree, climbed it, and hissed at the couple of assassins. Jack transformed back, and asked, "Is this your girlfriend Logan? You're using your own girlfriend as a weapon? That's weird, man. Unless she's like a ninja, but in that case, good thinking!"
Jack realized how much he just talked. He should talk less, they could injure him while he's talking...
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Post by Opal Strole on Dec 30, 2014 22:44:08 GMT
|Sorry, Chase, we're only posting a little|
Opal smirked viciously. "Oh, fool. You just don't know how much danger you're in, do you? You think Logan is the danger, maybe? Well, I'm under no authority. I'll kill you if I want." she remarked. Suddenly, a knife flew through the air, aimed directly at Jack's shoulder.
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Post by Logan Marshall on Dec 30, 2014 22:53:10 GMT
Logan rolled his eyes. "She's not my girlfriend. More of an... ally. And she's sorta a ninja, more of an assassin, though." He stopped talked and pulled out a throwing knife. He threw it at Jack's leg, hoping for it to hit him.
(Let it hit him)
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Post by Opal Strole on Dec 30, 2014 22:55:48 GMT
|Eh, can I just say that Logan is supposed to be more of a claw dude? Opal is more of a knife girl Just throwing that in there. So maybe it doesn't hit him. Cuz you know. He never had knives|
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Post by Jack King on Dec 30, 2014 23:04:28 GMT
Jack be nimble, Jack be quick, Jack jumped over the candlestick.
(Kay)
Jack ignored Logan and payed attention to his ally. Jack be quick... He quickly moved, but it still cut him slightly, and said, "I can kill you too sweetheart." Jack had a tone of sarcasm in his voice, and smirked. "I had to find ways to defend myself in Chicago. Had to become more nimble, more quick." Explained Jack.
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Post by Logan Marshall on Dec 30, 2014 23:11:34 GMT
The knife missed. Of course. Logan looked at Opal and stepped back.
"Do what you want." He said.
(No muse)
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Post by Opal Strole on Dec 31, 2014 4:34:16 GMT
Opal sighed. She had a feeling Jack was going to be the most difficult to deal with. Flipping the second knife end over end she nodded to Logan, grateful that he was letting her deal with the issue instead of letting pride get in the way. "Come down, Jack," she purred, pursing her lips. "I'm lonely without a fair fight. You're not going to be able to doge a knife towards your chest from up there, and even if I'm feeling nice, Logan wont be when I send him up to fetch you- or rather, throw you off." Opal grinned widely at that, stretching her arms up over her head, patiently waiting.
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Post by Logan Marshall on Dec 31, 2014 12:01:27 GMT
Logan gave a grin. He took a step towards the trees. "Jack, listen to her. She can and will kill you." He said. He then muttered, "Even though I wanted to." He put his claws back on. "Don't make me do this, old friend."
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Post by Opal Strole on Dec 31, 2014 17:47:28 GMT
Opal nodded to her ally, then looked back up at Jack. "You coming?" she asked, a sort of sway in her tone.
|Gah, short. Are we even bothering with the posting order?|
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Post by Jack King on Dec 31, 2014 18:50:57 GMT
(BUT I DONT WANNA DIE)
Jack jumped off the tree and got his knives ready. He got completely filled with adrenaline, ready to dodge any attack, or even attack.
(Dunno what else to say)
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Post by Logan Marshall on Jan 1, 2015 3:32:09 GMT
Logan lowered his claws, and waited.
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Post by Opal Strole on Jan 6, 2015 2:46:17 GMT
Flipping her second knife around in one hand, Opal tilted her head a bit, grinning wildly. "That's a good kitty," she cooed, taking a few slow steps forward. Within milliseconds, Opal drew a shorter knife from her waistline and sent it spiraling towards Jack's shoulder at alarming speeds.
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Post by Jack King on Jan 6, 2015 2:53:38 GMT
( D: )
Jack had not time to dodge and fell to the ground, from the impact of the knife. He stood up, and got his knives ready. He stepped, or rather, limped closer and closer to this...assassin. Jack knew that he couldn't be as quick as he wanted to be, mostly for his injuries. He still attempted to stab Opal in the arm. Honestly, it felt pathetic to even try. Jack couldn't even match up to her skills and speed. He used to be like that, back in Chicago, but, Jack hasn't fought in so long...it was just sad.
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Post by Opal Strole on Jan 6, 2015 4:04:39 GMT
Turning her torso sharply, Opal leaned away from the attack, thrusting the other knife towards Jack's stomach while he was still nearby. "You really are pathetic. I thought this would be difficult."
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Post by Jack King on Jan 17, 2015 3:20:37 GMT
Jack winced at the hit. What really made him tick, though, was calling him pathetic. Jack's eyes flourished with anger, and attempted to just punch the assassin in the stomach. He didn't care if how fast he was going was going to benefit the pain in his injuries. That's the thing with pain: You don't want to do certain things, because you know it will hurt. But, you could still do it, it would just hurt. A lot.
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Post by Opal Strole on Jan 17, 2015 3:29:01 GMT
With her palm, the assassin sent the fist away, and attempted a sharp foot to the head in a roundhouse kick. "I pity you," Opal swooned, gladly taking the signs of immense anger as a sign of her success. "At this rate you'll be dead before you can spread the word of my inheritance to this academy. Perhaps that's a good thing. People say the mental scars are the worst. If you think your going to win, I must say y-" But she didn't finish because...
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Post by Jack King on Jan 17, 2015 3:41:17 GMT
(ooh cliffhanger)
Jack attempted to grab Opal's foot, and attempted to swing the foot around, hoping to make Opal fall on her BOOTAY butt.
"Never," started Jack. "call me pathetic."
(i dunno what to do)
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Post by Opal Strole on Jan 17, 2015 20:43:01 GMT
|I meant "because" as though he had punched her. She talked after the kick, but okay|
Hands grabbed Opal's leg. She had lost concentration. Opal knew it, Jack knew it, and the ground knew it.
Dirt clawed at Opal's side as she skidded across the forest floor. Spitting a glob of spit out in frustration, she wielded a knife and pushed herself up, rolling her neck and jumping a bit to get the adrenaline going again. "Feisty. Let's see how much." Opal sneered.
Sidestepping slightly, she tossed her fist back, attempting a side-stab at Jack's torso. While doing so, Opal attempted another kick to the chest, hoping the force of which would throw him backwards. The entire act happened quite fast, faster than any human known.
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Post by Jack King on Jan 17, 2015 21:52:21 GMT
Jack snorted at the assassin's sneer. He braced for the hit, and was thrown down on his bottom. "Ow..." Jack muttered under his breath. He tried to act like it didn't hurt that much, when it really hurt. Jack was amazed at her speed, but he knew that she could never teach him how to be that fast when she probably has been trained for years. "H-How are you..that fast?" asked Jack, trying to sit up.
(wait a second isn't your post god-modding)
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Post by Opal Strole on Jan 17, 2015 22:10:11 GMT
|No.. God-modling is knowing something that they couldn't possibly know|
With Jack on the ground, Opal was prepared to take on the defender more harshly. "I'm a nightmare. Nightmares haunt and defeat." With a second grin, Opal threw her knife, aimed at his knee.
|Did she hit his torso?|
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Post by Jack King on Jan 17, 2015 22:19:59 GMT
(Oh oops, my bad)
(And yes, that's what the "braced for the hit" was.)
Jack's eyes filled with terror, but his expression became softer. "Heh, a nightmare, eh?" Jack chuckled. "Some nightmare." His face clenched up when the knife entered his knee. He moaned with pain, and tried to take out the knife. Jack couldn't, because it hurt way too much. "Could you stop? I-I've been defeated already..." whimpered Jack
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Post by Opal Strole on Jan 17, 2015 22:36:05 GMT
"Stopping now would mean pity," Opal responded simply, aiming a sharp punch to the face. Her every being rushed with excitement, and she spared a moment to cast a proud, vicious glance towards the inactive Logan.
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Post by Logan Marshall on Jan 20, 2015 15:24:12 GMT
Logan grinned at Opal, proud of their victory of the strong opponent. He slowly walked up to Jack and attempted to kick him in the face to knock him over.
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Post by Jack King on Jan 20, 2015 23:53:42 GMT
(jeebus he's hurt already, plus he's already knocked down)
Jack snorted. "Didn't you say, 'I pity you' to me a few moments ago?" he said, annoyed. The punch from Opal hit him hard, and gave him a bloody nose. But, since Logan walked over slowly, it gave Jack time to think that Loagn was going to hurt him, probably by kicking(it'd be weird to puch someone who's lying down). With his hands, Jack covered his face and shielded the kick. The force of the kick, however, bruised his hands.
(sorry chase, gotta work on yo' tactics :/)
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Post by Opal Strole on Jan 21, 2015 2:21:43 GMT
"Whatsmore," Opal added in response to Jack's retort, "You still have fight in you." Gathering power, she attempted a sharp, painful kick to Jack's gut, enjoying the grimacing, the fear that would soon come, and evidently, the blood (Oh gawsh she's nuts). It was all over. And she loved it (what have I become?).
"Gotta girly-girl to come save you?" The human cackled rhetorically, aiming another sharp kick to his gut.
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