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Post by Ϛ Harmony and Discordia on Jan 26, 2009 13:26:06 GMT -5
It hadn't been too difficult to find the Training Centre, really, and the only people who had stopped to ask her who she was or where she was going had gradually developed worsening headaches and were unable to think clearly about her bogus answers, so the path had been more or less clear, too.
Discordia thought that the Academy was lucky she didn't intend on actually doing anything wrong, because it seemed like it would be terribly easy to get in and cause a ruckus. It was almost a shame she had put those days behind her.
Regardless, she now stood in the Training Center, surrounded by a ring of her outerwear; white stiletto boots, a white trench, a white hat, white gloves... Some might say not to wear white after Labour Day, but most people were smart enough to not question the fashion sense of a woman who looked like she could kill you with a scowl. And the ones that weren't learned not to soon enough.
She was left wearing skin-tight white jeans and a white halter top; not exactly standard-issue training gear. Then again, she wasn't a standard-issue trainee either.
Glancing around the room, she decided that since she had no idea who anyone here was or what they could do, she would just ask the person nearest to her for assistance. So she abandoned her pile of clothing and walked over to her closest neighbour.
"Excuse me," she said in a tone that might have been seductive if not for the fact that she exuded a feeling of 'touch me and you die'. "I was hoping you could help me with something. I need someone to hit me."Yes, we're open!
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Post by Amy/Kayla on Mar 2, 2009 20:23:45 GMT -5
Kayla was having a good day.
Amy had more or less retreated into the depths of their consciousness, for reasons only Kayla would be able to understand. Kayla was left to do what she pleased, and she had decided to check out the facilities available for practicing violence. What she found was very pleasing, considering the circumstances.
Practice weapons made with a kind of dense foam so that they were as heavy as real weapons, but as soft as a pool noodle. Exercise equipment of every shape and levers. Even mini dojos dotted the large facility, however most of these were full
Kayla wanted the raw satisfaction only fightingt with your bear hands could give, but worried about actually killing anyone. Killing was understood to be somewhat frowned upon in the Academy, and it would be a shame to have to leave these training grounds behind.
So when asked to hit something, Kayla gladly obliged, putting all of her considerable force into the one punch angled towards the woman's face.
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Post by Ϛ Harmony and Discordia on Mar 2, 2009 20:47:42 GMT -5
'Little girl' normally would not have been the ideal choice of person to ask to be hit by, but 'Little girl in a Training Centre at a school for people with extraordinary powers ' promised to be an interesting choice, if nothing else. And she wasn't disappointed; the girl got right to it. Definitely not human, that was for sure.
Discordia recoiled slightly from the force of the punch, but she did not feel any pain. That was good, it meant her powers were working well. Amalya, however, would feel like she'd punched a brick wall. Not because Discordia was made of stone, no, but because the pain from the minuscule self-inflicted injuries that occurred any time you punched something that hard was being magnified exponentially. Amayla may not be able to tell the difference, nor would it really matter to her, but to Discordia, that was the most important part.
"Thank you," she offered, her jaw behaving oddly. She still was not quite used to not feeling the injuries. Pain would be almost refreshing after this, she was sure of it. "You're welcome to try again."
As a completely unrelated development, she was interested in whether or not the pain from the first hit would deter the girl from hitting her again. Call it a behavioural experiment of sorts, a test of her mettle.
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Post by Amy/Kayla on Mar 3, 2009 21:32:15 GMT -5
[red]Kayla would have screamed from the pain, if not for the fact she was Kayla. Her vision exploded into red, and her eyes rolled into her head for a split second, then the pain was gone. She looked up and down the smug woman. How was it possible that she had been hurt as badly as that, when this woman was clearly... flesh? Nothing in the world should have been that hard to hit, but this fleshling did it.
Amy popped up from nowhere, irritated at no one in particular.[/red] The pain's artificial, Brawn. Just block your nerve ending... you think after so many years you'd be able to tell. If it injured you that bad, there would be Legion everywhere [red] Kayla cursed herself for being so stupid, the smiled up at Discordia.
Her mind reached out to bock the pain, but found a stronger, more specialized force at hand. She would try to disable it, hoping that what she lacked in specialization would be made up with her 'home advantage'. Regardless if her attempt worked or not, she would aim another hit towards Discordia. [/red]
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Post by Ϛ Harmony and Discordia on Mar 7, 2009 20:01:13 GMT -5
The pain from the first hit would fade quickly, but as soon as the second hit landed it would be fresh once again. Blocking minor pain is an ability some people have, but this was no minor pain. A demon of the mind, if they were smart enough and sufficiently powerful, may be able to manipulate their self to not feel it, but Discordia had no idea this girl was such a person, and probably wouldn't care anyway. Her main goal was to numb her own pain, magnifying the pain of others was something she was very familiar with and it was mostly just for fun that she was doing it now.
She turned the other cheek, literally, as the girl's fist came flying at her once again, aiming to at the very least balance her injuries out. Pain or no pain, she was going to have some unsightly bruises for awhile, something she was not looking forward to at all. But she'd known coming into this that there would be some negative effects.
Once she was quite sure her jaw wasn't dislocated, she again spoke to the girl. "If you could aim somewhere else next time, that would be wonderful. I happen to like my face the way it is currently shaped." It seemed that though she had been asked to place her blows elsewhere, the girl was welcome to keep on hitting her, presumably until she was bored of it.
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Post by Amy/Kayla on Apr 7, 2009 14:46:06 GMT -5
When the punch landed there was a slight feeling of satisfaction. The feeling was instantly lost, however, drowned in the rush of pain that pulsed through her entire body. She held her hand, stifling a yelp, and knew it would be foolish to continue. Kayla admired the woman, and her ability to amplify pain like that. This would surely be a useful ally, if not a dangerous enemy.
She held out her hand again, not to attack her again, but to shake. "You seem to be very good at what you do. I'm..." She faltered here, unsure of how to introduce herself.
"Kayla. Demon."
She cocked her eyebrow expectantly, waiting for some kind of response. She had to resist the urge to probe her mind. She was slightly more clumsy than Amy in that regard, and if the other girl was a Demon of the mind too, she would detect her for sure.
What she didn't do was apologize for the blow to the face. Kayla never apologized.
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Post by Ϛ Harmony and Discordia on Apr 11, 2009 15:32:07 GMT -5
Discordia could not help but smile when the girl stopped, although she did feel disappointment as well. She could get no training done if she scared off everyone who was willing to help her. Perhaps playing had been a bad idea, but her judgement had been so off lately, ever since that boy...
"Thank you. I have had a long time to practice. Nigh on two millennia."
Her misophobia twinged at the sight of the girl's hand outstretched, but she had held a self-conference before this 'training session' and decided that she was going to get absolutely nowhere if she was worried about being contaminated the whole time. In the end, she'd settled for going all in and having a deep clean and disinfect afterwards. So what harm could a little handshake do on top of that?
Still, old habits die hard. She shook Kayla's hand, but only very briefly, and as lightly as a breeze. The desire to clean her own hand off instantly surfaced, but she squelched it, and instead held her hand by her side, fingers fully outstretched.
"Discordia," she replied. "Demon as well."
Discordia would notice, if only by sheer amount of experience over the years, if Kayla probed her mind, but in all honesty she wouldn't care. There was one thought in her mind, from her entire life, that she wouldn't want anyone to read, and she had almost two thousand years of other memories to throw in the way if they felt like digging for it. As far as she was concerned, her secret was safe, and the rest of her mind was an open book, if anyone bothered to probe into it.
That didn't mean, however, that she wouldn't give someone a splitting headache if they tried, just for the fun of it. No one ever accomplished anything without doing a bit of work, after all.
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Post by Amy/Kayla on Jun 8, 2009 14:39:03 GMT -5
[red] 2000 years? Kayla was far older than that... technically; although she was born only a couple of hundred years ago, she had been shoved back thousands of years ago. The bumbling fool of a time demon payed for that many years back, and Amayla didn't hold grudges with the dead.
Kayla payed careful attention to Discordia's handshake. It was fleeting, not the handshake she would expect from someone who carried around a feeling of "touch me and die". She didn't do anything to deserve her hate, so the quick, fleeting touch was a mystery.
She let it pass for now. She was itching to read Discordia's mind, find out her fears and dreams, her history.
"Are you a student at the school?" She asked, as her mind sent a cautious probe out. Kayla was good at what she did, even though Amy was better, so she knew how to be unnoticed. Depending on how many times this Discordia was probed, if she knew the feeling and how to counteract it, Kayla had a good chance of not being ejected.
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Post by Ϛ Harmony and Discordia on Jun 12, 2009 16:59:42 GMT -5
Kayla was far from being ejected. In fact, she had nearly free reign of almost two thousand years of personal history. Very, very bloody personal history. If Kayla looked back further than about a year, she would notice that nearly everything Discordia did was in an effort to cause pain and suffering to other people. Discordia was present, actually, at a good deal of wars and historical events; usually messing with either side in whatever way she pleased, sometimes working for the highest bidder.
There were images of the World Wars, where Discordia would spend her time almost equally on the front lines, doling out bad luck to the soldiers there, and in the field hospitals, filling the injured soldiers with as much agony as possible. Countless nights making sports teams lose just for fun. Rigging elections just to wreak havoc (a certain Mr. Bush owed her his life). Basically injecting traces of her malice into any historical event she could.
Almost two thousand years of this, but in the last year or so, a change. What caused this, Kayla would be unable to determine. The amount of pain anyone would feel upon prying would be enough to throw her concentration sufficiently that she could no longer try, Discordia had made sure of it.
When Kayla asked if she was a student, Discordia smiled, but she didn't answer. She could feel a slight tingle in her mind, and suspected that it was the girl, so she simply recalled her entrance to the school; a pandemic of splitting headaches clearing her way to the Training Center. Kayla would have a hard time not finding that thought.
"What do you think?"
Something twinged within her then, and she realized she had been so caught up defending her history with boy lately that if this girl truly was a demon of mind, her most important memory would be wide open for perusal. Of course, thinking about this only brought the memory to the surface, and Kayla would likely catch a glimpse of a much more youthful looking Discordia in very dated clothes holding a man in her arms, crying, before Discordia hid the memory for good.
Discordia frowned and looked at the girl, but, for the moment at least, said nothing.
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Post by Amy/Kayla on Jun 18, 2009 18:19:14 GMT -5
Kayla was puled into the world of Discordia's mind. Her mental landscape was spiky and dark, made of what seemed like a glossy black rock. Tendrils of the rock spiraled upwards, a curious red haze sparking of the ends. The mindscape had a what seemed to be no sky, and yet a horizon. Kayla stepped forward, conscious of the crunching noises make by the smooth rock below her.
A violin played a haunting tune in the background. The sound was clear, yet somehow it consisted only of screeches and squeaks. Kayla kept walking until she was close to one of the spirally and curly spikes protruding from the ground. She reached out her hand to feel the sharp point at the end. The end was unbearably sharp, and cut her finger like cloth. Instead of falling to the floor, the blood pooled in the air to form a glossy red screen.
Screaming. Gunshots and screaming, all from outside the canvas tent. Portable matresses were everywhere, and there was much groaning. Discordia, all in a nurses outfit, bent over a soldier with a bandage around his waist.
"Nurse... nurse..." The man croaked desperately. "Am... Am I going to be all right? Nurse... I have to get better. I promised her. Please nurse, help he get better." The soldier looked up at Discordia with pleading eyes, trust shining through the tears. Discordia cracked an evil smile, her eyes narrowing in anticipation.
The soldier's trustful look turned to a horrified scrawl. Veins bulged, eyes bloodshot, a piercing scream rand out through the battle field.
Ten other memories. Ten other memories just like the first one. And with each, Kayla gained a new kind of respect for the woman.
Then the headache started.
"Hmm, I would say you are a student after all. Interesting." Kayla's face betrayed no hint of the pain she felt.
Something different caught Kayla's eye. She swirled around to come face to face with something that wasn't a spike at all. A wilting flower lay on the the only patch of soil Kayla had encountered thus far.As Kayla reached out to touch, the ground beneath her collapsed and Kayla found herself in a black and white movie. In front of her was Discordia, a man in her arms. What stood out most of all in this memory were the tears. Every drop was like glass, falling down and crashing, almost deafening the ears. Discordia was about to move, when Kayla was flung out of the memory so hard that she lost control and exited the mind completely.
Kayla stood there, staring at Discordia, not daring to say anything.
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Post by Ϛ Harmony and Discordia on Jun 23, 2009 19:08:40 GMT -5
The ghost of a look full of hate flickered across Discordia's lips, a brief scowl, marring her beauty for only a moment before it was gone again, but her displeasure was clear. "You would do well not to pry into matters you're not welcome within, Kayla," she warned. A moment's pause, and then, "But I must admit your talent is impressive."
Other than a very slight twinge, the obviousness of Kayla's retreat from her mind was the only way Discordia could have known for sure that the girl was in her mind, and Discordia was intrigued by that. It was interesting to meet a demon so skilled at their craft. There were too many weaklings in her race these days, it seemed. They'd allowed themselves to become aligned with the Academy instead of doing whatever they pleased. Until very recently, the idea of it alone had disgusted her. Now, though, she somehow appreciated the relative peace.
Which made it all the more important she learn to defend herself as well as she attacked others. Already she'd had to deal with quite a few situations where this troublesome new desire for peace and simplicity had gotten her into trouble, and only her old and violent ways had been able to get her out of it.
"Do you want to learn how to block out the pain?" Discordia asked, her mind surprisingly closed and her expression giving away even less. But she did, of course, have a plan in mind for the little demon.
Just at that moment, a punching bag snapped from it's place on the ceiling, falling heavily to the floor in front of the student who had been practicing on it, and one half of a bench-presser's weights fell off, causing them to drop the other end to the floor as well in surprise. Discordia sighed.
"Actually, I must be going," she said. This always happened when she stayed in one place for any length of time. Sometimes having misfortune following her around was just no fun at all, but she counted herself lucky that she, at least, never seemed to be affected by it.
"Thank you for your time."
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