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| Going All Out; Noah and Sven Clear the Air | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Nov 17 2012, 07:50 PM (355 Views) | |
| sugarapplesweet | Nov 17 2012, 07:50 PM Post #1 |
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Sven was glad he decided to spend the day on his own. His anger problems were finally getting under control since taking additional Elite training and Upsilon's offer to join in on his meditation. Neither were a miracle cure, though, and he still had his bad days. This was one of them. A new pipe was clenched between his teeth, and that with the cold left his head wreathed with smoke and his own breath. He didn't notice. His eyes were too busy looking for other people as well as a place to sit and wait for his thoughts to even out. Half of him was trying to stay away from any other students, but another was just waiting for an excuse to tear into someone. It didn't matter who. Finally, Sven settled on standing by the bike rack closest to his dorm. He leaned against it, making an unintended bond with the metal when doing so, and glared up at the bare branches of the tree reaching over him. The more he tried letting his aggravation go, the more it built up. About the only thing he could do was try and clear his head completely. He was grateful that he was alone. Edited by sugarapplesweet, Nov 24 2012, 12:55 PM.
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"This is a sin for which I deserved to be punished." - Aoyagi Ritsuka, Loveless | |
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| Faded Corsair | Nov 19 2012, 02:39 PM Post #2 |
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He had a lot on his mind as of late. A great deal of what preoccupied Noah's thoughts were just how divided his thoughts were. Between his actions in the Elite, the MC, and now working for Jabbers and the reclaiming of his former title, troubled would be considered an understatement. Still, he was fighting it. The urge to just give up was strong, the urge to crack under it all, and even the hint of leaving sanity behind were not far from his thoughts. After all, he was still a teenager, which meant hormones were not making decision making any easier. With an internal sigh he glided into the school parking lot and swung into a parking space not far from the bike racks, killing the motor before he even came to a stop. Unfortunately for Noah, he hadn't taken notice of Sven until he took off his helmet, meaning there was no going back now. 'Oh goodie...another run in with hothead...' Combing his hand through his hair he dismounted and stowed his helmet. 'Maybe i'm going about this the wrong way. I doubt we could be friends, but I don't enjoy this bad blood in the air. Maybe we could come to an compromise or something.' And with that he started to walk straight toward a disaster. "Hey Sven." Taking a breath before continuing. "You know, I think...we may have gotten off on the wrong foot." |
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Theives know that a snarl in the night means, "rob another house." "Everything the wise woman learned she wrote in a book, and when the pages were black with ink, she took white ink and began again." —Karn, silver golem | |
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| sugarapplesweet | Nov 19 2012, 08:43 PM Post #3 |
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"Hey Sven." Every muscle in Sven's body tensed when he heard the other boy's voice. Whether it was real or imagined, he felt he was being talked down to from the very beginning. He reminded himself of his training and kept quiet. "You know, I think...we may have gotten off on the wrong foot." He didn't want to talk, not really. He wanted Noah to go away, and if he didn't do that, then Sven wanted to hurt him. Sven took the pipe out of his mouth and blew smoke in his direction. "What the hell do you want, Wilder? Other than that... because, if you haven't noticed, it's kind of too late to start over." His voice was surprisingly even. "I don't need you trying to make friends." Edited by sugarapplesweet, Nov 24 2012, 01:01 PM.
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| Faded Corsair | Nov 20 2012, 03:39 PM Post #4 |
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"Honestly, I'm okay with us not being friends either, but we go to the same school and know a lot of the same people. We're going to run into each other, and I'd prefer if we weren't at each others throats when we do." It was taking a great deal of effort not to drop a cold or harsh remark on Noah's part, but he held his tongue as he had been the one to start this. Still, he felt his skin begin to grow hot from frustration. On any other day, he might trade snide and witty remarks with Sven and still keep an emotional distance, but after the past few days, his nerve was rather strained. |
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| sugarapplesweet | Nov 20 2012, 09:50 PM Post #5 |
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"Honestly, I'm okay with us not being friends either, but we go to the same school and know a lot of the same people. We're going to run into each other, and I'd prefer if we weren't at each others throats when we do." Sven listened to the whole spiel, and although Noah might not have realized it, he was thinking about what was being said. It was true that they both were around the same people, but he didn't quite understand what it had to do with anything. This was between them. Why did other people matter? First there was Vance getting between him and Pierre, and now this jackass was telling him that it was best for everyone if they got along. Did he have to spell it out for people every single time? "Look, this is between you and me, Wilder. I leave you the fuck alone with Ellie or Myrran around. Who cares what I do the rest of the time?" Sven sneered. "Unless you want to just get it over with and knock each other around? Because I might be willing to listen if it's about doing that." |
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| Faded Corsair | Nov 24 2012, 12:18 PM Post #6 |
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The boy gritted his teeth, patience slipping from his grasp like so much sand. "...Why is it so hard for you to use your head? I'm getting sick and tired of that stupid attitude of yours, and it's really starting to piss me off!" Control was getting harder and harder to maintain, as the anger started to add color to his face. "Can't you get it through your thick head that I don't want us to fight?!" It was a half-lie. Truth was a part of him wanted to stick it to the other boy and put him in his place. It wouldn't take much more, after all, he was having a bad day, and his rivalry with Sven was finally reaching the breaking point. He was angry with Sven, with the Elite, with Aidric, and with the fact he felt trapped between the loyalties. |
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| sugarapplesweet | Nov 24 2012, 01:20 PM Post #7 |
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Any other day, hearing Noah get riled up would've been a win. He liked nothing more than seeing a person so calm and collected have a taste of the feelings he put up with every day. There was one little problem in what was being said. Sven wasn't stupid. He knew this, and he rarely got pissed because it was suggested that he was thick or slow. For some reason, maybe because Noah said it, he decided that was the last thing he wanted to hear. "For a guy not wanting to fight, you sure as hell don't know how to stay out of one." The bike rack began to give in the center, accompanied by a sound not unlike nails on a chalkboard. The bikes themselves began to lean towards one another as well, but they stopped short of actually touching. Sven still had some control although he could feel that familiar swell of adrenaline rising. "You want to know what pisses me off the most about you?" He pocketed his pipe, voice growing louder. "You always try to play the cool, level-headed guy, but you're just hiding. How about you stop being such a spineless son of a bitch and do something about it?!" |
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| Faded Corsair | Dec 8 2012, 04:29 PM Post #8 |
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"You want a fight? You want a FIGHT!? I'll give you a fight!" Blame it on the stress, lack of sleep, or the strain of dealing with three factions on top of school, but something in Noah snapped, and he gave into the older part of himself. The one who loved this, to tussle, brawl, and the part of him that had been craving to put Sven in his place. And as such, the first thing that part of him did, was swing a hard right hook right for Sven's nose. Simple, but it was a good start. |
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| sugarapplesweet | Dec 26 2012, 01:15 PM Post #9 |
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For once, Sven wasn't the first to swing. He didn't expect Noah to throw a punch so soon, but he did manage to dodge. He also tried to take his own swing at the other teen's midsection. |
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| Faded Corsair | Jan 18 2013, 04:37 PM Post #10 |
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It surprised him a little to have missed, and he stumbled back a few feet from the return blow and ended up bracing himself against a parked car. Noah glared, eyes gaining a faint white glow to them. It would seem that the owner of the car may need to start walking after today. "You're always so angry, poor misguided or misjudged Sveeen." He sneered. "What do you have to be so mad about? You think my life is easy? What have you ever had to SACRIFICE!?" A group of girls who up until now had been chatting went silent as a compact car they were pretty sure belonged to a teacher slowly rose into the air and lurched toward a Sven. He knew that he shouldn't have thrown the car because it could badly hurt the other boy, and a part of him knew that trouble was about to rain down on their heads from the Elite and the teaching staff, but at the moment, he didn't care either. |
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| sugarapplesweet | Feb 10 2013, 11:17 PM Post #11 |
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Sven: *well, he certainly didn't expect to have a car thrown at him, but the thing about cars is that even minis are rather large**he makes a dive for Noah's mid-section to take him to the ground with him* Who the hell said I was "misjudged," you arrogant son of a bitch?! Noah: *is tackled, uses Sven's momentum, places a foot in Sven's gut and tosses him over his head, rolls and scrabbles to his feet even as the car crunches into the hedge next to the school, snarls* Tell me Sven, what have you ever had to give up in your life?! *whips his arms up, the doors on the compact car rip off and float along side him* Sven: *he gets tossed over Noah, but while he doesn't land on his feet- and almost gets the wind knocked out of him- he does get up fairly quickly* You mean other than my whole family?! *as mad as he is, though, he's not charging forward**not with two car doors making him think of a loaded gun* Noah: They're still alive aren't they!? *leaps forward swinging one of the car doors like a large shield* Both my folks are dead, and all I have left is my uncle, who I'm nothing but a disappointment to! Sven: Cry me a fucking river! *he needs to take out those doors... but to do that, he has to get in contact with them**no way in hell he can do that without getting himself busted up, though* He tries to keep low, but he still makes a dash for the rest of the car**if Noah wants to fight with metal, he's going to get it right back* Did he tell you that you were a "disappointment?!" Right to your damn face?! Noah: He doesn't have to, I can see it everytime he looks at me! *anger allowing him to not hold back, reaches out to the bond he had used to throw the car and yanks it back into Sven just as he's about to reach it* That won't save you. *starts to walk toward Sven, doors floating along with him, eyes full of fury* All you ever do is pick fights with people, well now you've got one! Sven: *takes the hit, not fully expecting it, but he's got his own bond with it now**so what if he can't breathe quite right for a moment?**he can still fight with Noah for control of it...* No, I pick fights with you because you're an upright asshole, Wilder! *Noah might have his "bonds," but it's not focused on one element**metal is all Sven's got, and what he lacks in training, he's got in will**puts all of his will into trying to get the car thrown back at Noah* Noah: *surprised by the force of Sven's powers, loses the contest for the car but is more experienced in fighting and reacts quickly, snarls and slams the two doors together above him, crushing the materials together and fusing the edges, slams it down as the car is about to hit him, severing it in half, the edges split just around him so close he had to turn sideways to keep from being knocked over* Me? You're the most arrogant person I know save for the Wisemen themselves! Sven: Oh really?! *sneers* Maybe that's why I'm working for two of them, and you're still out on the beat?! *the car is in half, and he almost loses control of the halves when it happens**he grasps at his own bond, keeping them in his control for the time being**they hit the ground, but he jerks the halves back up long enough to try and Noah from behind with one**the other tries to take out the fused doors* Noah: *plants a bond in his jacket, uses it to yank himself up, kicking off of the car slab and landing a couple feet away* I don't need the wisemen to tell me my worth. And I don't need a punk like you always trying to pick fights with me. I've! *allows the door construct to become wedged in the chunk Sven sent it's way, uses it to pin the car slab to the ground* Have had, ENOUGH! *slaps his hands against the pavement, animates a 5 foot chunk and commands it to rip itself free, folding it toward Sven* Sven: *so much for using the car... but there's still the bike rack* Too damn bad! *he falls back from the pavement, trying to get grass under his feet* Just shut your damn mouth! *the bike rack becomes brittle, cracking loud enough to hear before shattering**the shards of metal sharpen even further**because of his lack of experience, not all of them are affected, but it's more than enough to cause some serious pain when they go right for Noah, aimed like daggers* Noah: *head jerks at the sound of cracking, yanks back the chunk of pavement but not quite fast enough to catch all the metal fragments, one of them slashes his thigh, grits his teeth.* I won't be told what to do by some dog of the Wisemen! *collapses part of the pavement, causeing it to wrap around his right arm, shoves the other part toward the other boy blocking his view so that he won't see this coming, follows up right behind the pavement slab and leaps from behind it swinging his covered arm at Sven* Sven: Who are you calling a- *he gets caught off guard by both the slab of pavement coming at him again and Noah making his job* Shit! *not the most proper responses, but it's too late to dodge, really**he hits the ground and tries to move back, but the armored limb still hits him just under his collar bone**the pain is unlike anything else he's ever felt, and he only manages to stay consciousness out of sheer will**the way he calls out, it's a mix of a primal scream of anger and pain* Noah: *steps close, glares down at Sven, teeth gritted, but his angry is starting to lessen* Had enough? Sven: *his teeth also grind, but it's to stubbornly block out the pain* Depends... *slams his foot up towards Noah's chest* on how long my body can last, fucker! Noah: should have seen it coming but would normally have a more level head, takes the blow and staggers as the pain from his leg snaps at him, whirls on the other boy, leaping at him, slaps his hand down on Sven's leg with his armored hand, commanding the pavement material to pin it down* Stay down!! *swings at Sven's face with his bare hands* Sven: Why?! *he can still block the swings with his arms which he crosses over his face* So you can keep beating the shit out of me?! *he's caught, and he knows it* Noah: *swings once more before slapping his open palm down on where he had hit Sven before suddenly jerking back, anger fading, he starts to realize what he's done, slumps back against the remains of the car they had been tossing around* ....we shouldn't be fighting you know. *anger is burnt out, not sure what else to say, knows he messed up* Sven: *almost blacked out when Noah hits his injury again* Why the hell are you backing off now?! *seriously still pissed, maybe even more so**he tries to get up, but he's still pinned**sitting up on his elbows with have to do... although his chest still has searing pain running through it* You think it's funny when you do that shit?! Noah: *frown forms, stretches out his hand to the pavement chunk, lifts it and moves it over Sven's upper body, voice empty* Funny? You think I enjoy this? Do you want to die? Do you want me to kill you? *hunk of pavement wavers over the other boys head* Sven: *he goes quiet for a moment, breathing heavily as he stares up at that chunk of concrete**no, he doesn't want to die, but...* You wouldn't do it, Wilder. *his voice is firm because he believes it whole-heartedly**Noah was a "fake," sure, but he did have morals* But I'm not an idiot like you fucking think I am, and I don't liked being ignored by some jack ass who thinks he knows everything! Noah: *stares at the other boy for a moment before sighing, flicks the hunk of pavement aside where it shatters* If it was ignoring you, I wouldn't have thrown a car at you. I don't know everything Sven, and I don't pretend to. *steps closer, voice hard* but two things I do know...nothing is as it seems...*leans closer* ...And we were meant for more than this. *slams his hand down on that spot again before the other boy can react* Sven: *he was going to say something back, biting as always, but then Noah nails his injury**he doesn't even get a gasp out before his mind blanks, and he's knocked out cold* Noah: staggers as adrenaline fades leaving that leg wound nasty* As if that pavement would break that thick head of yours anyway...*hobbles over to his Motorcycle, glances at the scene and spits out some blood* Nice job Noah....*tone berating, revs engine and takes off* |
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