open A.R.E.A 51 (Supernatural/Battle/Slice of Life) Roleplay

[Glaceon 793]

Lenaria attempted to move to her right side but Charles' headbutt connected to her left temple. She stumbled to the side in a daze. Charles' grip on her arm prevented her from falling completely. Lenaria quickly recovered and jabbed her sword forward, threatening to stab Charles' side. They were now parallel to the edge of the ring. "Come on Charles. Cut me some slack, please?" Lenaria attempted another of her hypnotic speeches.

Edited February 20, 2015 by Glaceon

[Chickey 383]

Charles attempted to sidestep the blade, but it still caught him, leaving a decent slice at his right side. He still didn't reply to her as he let go of her arm and dashed away a few steps. He gave a light chuckle to himself as he inspected the wound. He still gripped onto his knife as he waited for her move.

[Glaceon 793]

Lenaria stepped back and inspected her head with her free hand. There seemed to be no damage, probably just a bruise later. She kept her sword raised and waited for Charles to once again make his move. Lenaria knew she had to come up with something, but she had prepared to fight a werewolf, not an experienced hunter who was immune to her voice.

[Chickey 383]

Charles pulled out his butterfly knife once more and slowly shifted up towards her. He once again kept his eye on her sword as he prepared to attack. He jolted his knife as if he was about to strike, but it was a fake. Simultaneously, he sideswiped at her legs with his right boot to try to knock her down or screw up her balance. 

[Glaceon 793]

Lenaria quickly adjusted to parry the strike, however Charles' fake caught her a bit off-guard. Charles' foot made contact with her front leg causing her to stumble forward. Lenaria used this moment to quickly do a jab with her blade followed with a kick aimed at Charles' hand in an attempt to disarm him.

[Chickey 383]

Charles attempted to knee her in the head when she stumbled forward, then quickly taking his other foot and thrusting the heel right at her chest to try to knock her away and wind her. His fancy footwork had cost him, however. He couldn't pull his hand away in time, and suffered a cut on the back of his hand. Though he still didn't drop the blade.

[Octavia's Bow 2,035]

Zac, the character I introduced at the beginning of this, walks into the training room. Being a dragon with a human form meant twice the work needed to keep in-shape, so he'd hoped to get in some training. Unfortunately, everything was all locked up for some sort of brawl. He saw Sam and went to socialize and gather information from her buddy.

[Glaceon 793]

Lenaria deftly avoided Charles' attack to the face, but she ended up taking the heel to her chest. She fell backwards winded and stunned; her sword sliding away from her hand, Lenaria quickly looked around for some way to regain her momentum.
Out of the corner of her eye she saw someone enter the room. 'Seems that fighting fair isn't working.'

She turned to Zac. "You! Attack him. Now!" She commanded in an intensely strong hypnotic tone while pointing towards Charles.

Edited February 26, 2015 by Glaceon

[Octavia's Bow 2,035]

Zac's eyes glaze over and he nods, "Yes ma'am." Slowly, as if in a trance, he trudges towards Charles. He pauses for a moment, seemingly confused, but continues and throws a punch at Charles' face. His heart didn't really seem in it. He couldn't really think straight either.

[Chickey 383]

Even without virtually being able to hear at all, Charles began to pick up what was happening once Lenaria pointed at Zac and he made his way into the ring. He took a few steps back before seeing the punch come towards him. Due to the man's lack-luster will to fight it was easy enough to dodge. He gave a chuckle before rolling backwards over to his side of the ring and kicking off with his feet on the edge once his roll came full circle in one motion. His rather athletic maneuver launched him back into his own chair next to Felicia. The impact pushed the chair back a few feet but he was still seated. He made sure to grab his rifle before it fell onto the floor.

 

"A bit unfair wouldn't ya say mate?" He called out with a grin. "I don't think 1v1 spars are supposed to include controlling other Area Agents. But I suppose it was time to wrap that one up anyways." He continued as he pulled out his bottle of healing solution and dabbed it onto the cut on his hand and other wounds, figuring the fight was over. 

[Glaceon 793]

"I'm pretty sure we were required to demonstrate our powers. Didn't work on you so I used him. Besides in real combat, there are no rules." Lenaria managed to stand and went to retrieve her sword. "That's one nasty kick." She said clutching her chest as she put away her blade with her other hand. "Now wh-- Stop!" Lenaria quickly ordered while extending her hand and making a stopping gesture.

Zac froze in place. He was holding Lenaria's rifle and was aiming it at Charles. He looked confused and disoriented.

[Chickey 383]

Charles scooted his chair over to the other side next to Davis and away from the rifles aim, he had faded his hearing back after speaking. "If there were no rules I'd have shot you by now you drongo. And this isn't supposed to be 'real combat' either." He replied, looking over to Masun. "Well it seems Miss Hannibal went night night, we might all want to follow in her footsteps now too." He proposed. 

[Samurshy 708]

"I'm going to have to agree with Charles on this one. While it is true that the point of this was to demonstrate our powers, the point was not to tear each other apart. I have already seen the extent of Charles' abilities in the fight with Sam. Since Charles can't heal on his own, having a 2v1 seems like a surefire way to cause some serious injury that might be irreversible since Charles can't heal without his ointment. Either way, I believe I have seen the extent of Lenaria's ability here. I declare the match over." Masun explained. Masun looked around the room and noticed that Charles was right and Auria had gone off, probably back to her room. "Well, that's sad. There was another matter I wished to discuss as a group but it appears that the whole group is no longer here. Well, before we leave, I want you all to think of a group name. We'll discuss it at our next meeting, and throw ideas around. All Area units have a initial technical name, which is normally just a number, and a codename that the unit comes up with themselves. So be thinking about that the rest of tonight. We'll reconvene in the briefing room around the same time we met here tomorrow. Since we are all going to pull an all nighter to switch our sleep schedule, you'll have a lot of time to think. With that, I believe we are done here. Good job everyone, see you all tomorrow night." And with that Masun stood up and left.

"Well that was anticlimactic, good job anyway." Dir. Davis said as she stood up about to leave. "If there isn't anything else, I think Im going to get some sleep. I have a big day tomorrow, a lot of briefings to sit through and I wouldn't want to be tired for them."
 

[Octavia's Bow 2,035]

Sam hears the Director's statement and lets out a humored breath. She was no stranger to being tired, but it was the night time. And she planned on having some fun. The spar had been plenty nice, sure. But it was a fraction in all honesty. Besides, tonight felt like a good night to do some gun-training. Helping her dragon friend understand what was happening, however, was probably a bigger priority.

 

After becoming assured that he'd be fine, she teased him a little and handed him a small charm gifted to her a while back. It, similar to her orientation, would defend against illusions. After that business was concluded, she tossed Charles a grin and gestured toward the door. Deciding to wait outside for the master of guns, she played with an illusory ball.

[Chickey 383]

Charles gave a nod to Zeke and Raiya before saluting to the rest of the group and walking out of the room with his equipment. He wanted to start to unpack all the boxes in his room, but it seemed that Sam wanted something from him. And he had more than enough time before he was going to sleep since they were pulling an all nighter. He walked up over to Sam and leaned up against the wall. "Somethin' you need mate?" He asked as he tipped his hat back.

[Octavia's Bow 2,035]

"More like something to show you. And questions to ask. You know your way around a gun far better than I do, and my magic can have a bit of an effect on guns. Let me show you what I'm talking about." She gestures non-committally towards the gun range and made her way inside it.

[Chickey 383]

Charles followed her into the gun range. He put his rifle on his back and pulled out his pistol from the holster. He popped open the cylinder and removed the three spent casings from earlier. He pulled out six various rounds and reloaded the gun before putting it back in the holster. He stood and waited for Sam to continue.

[Octavia's Bow 2,035]

"A gun, if I may. I don't personally own one. Actually, a gun that I could touch while you shoot would be preferable, as I suck at shooting." She grins at the rifle, "Like that. If you would rest that on the chest-high firing wall there, I could give a small demonstration." Her hands spark a bit, "You shouldn't have to worry about adverse affects to the gun, either."

[Chickey 383]

Charles looked skeptical on giving up the care of his gun, however he shrugged and pulled it off his back the sling and rested it up against the wall like she said. He skipped back a few feet and rested his hands behind his back. He simply observed for now.

[Octavia's Bow 2,035]

She nervously crouched and aimed the weapon. From her hands spread a blue, magical fire spunning around the weapon like a magically flaming plastic wrapper. She had kinda hoped he'd do all the aiming and shooting buisness, because this next bit would've been far more impressive. Firing the gun, she acidently clipped the target in the next range too her right. The hole turned black and frosted over, but Sam was to bussy spewwing a stream of vulgarity about her bruised shoulder.Apparently, the gun was not firmly pressed against it.

Edited March 1, 2015 by Octavia's Bow

[Chickey 383]

Charles watched the effect the bullet caused with a somewhat impressed face. However this was quickly drown out by the laughter he was emitting over Sam's reaction. He gave a clap as he continued while leaned up against a wall until his chuckle subsided. Charles walked over to the range and pulled his pistol out. He opened the cylinder and put a specific chamber up next to fire before closing it, pulling back the hammer, and aiming down the range. After a few seconds he fired off a shot that hit a target dummy right between the eyes off to the side of the range, nothing seemed to happen for a second until a small fizzle could be heard in the air. A loud crack went off and then the upper half of the entire dummy exploded into bits with a yellow flash.

 

As small pieces of target dummy snowed down in the range, Charles spun the gun around in his hand and then holstered it. He had a rather pleased look on his face until he realized what he did was pretty much unnecessary. He had simply got too excited to control himself when guns were being fired.

 

"Sorry bout that mate, and sorry to the... range... cleaner or whatever has to clean that up. You need some help?" 

[Octavia's Bow 2,035]

She grumbles a bit before handing him his rifle. "I think I may have dislocated my shoulder. And also, I'm a really bad f***ing shot." She holds her shoulder, wincing on contact. "I should probably see a someone about this. And, potentially, get my things in order."

[Chickey 383]

Charles patted her on the good shoulder before taking his rifle. "I think you'll be alright. Besides, you still hit... something. That's better than nothing, eh?" He said, looking down the range at the target and pointing. "It's like when someone bumbles in bowlin' and strikes the other lane's pins." He said with a grin. "But in your case mate, with the shoulder, you also slipped on the lane and smacked your noggin' too." He said with a laugh and walking off and out of the shooting range. He stood in the hallway by the door they originally came out of and thought about what to do.

[Octavia's Bow 2,035]

"Oh haha. My combat experience is minimal anyways. I can do other useful things. Like stand watch all night. And cook bacon." She says, following him out. Her hand on her shoulder lights up, and she shivers as she heals herself. "Well, I'd imagine I bore a man of your stature. I'll be in my room, tracing stars. If someone needs me." She walks off to her room.

[Azura 1,107]

For someone who can only sleep in complete silence and can be woken up easily from the smallest of sounds, Auria heard footsteps coming from the outside of her room, and even though it was quite far away, she heard more than enough to know that someone was approaching, so she sprung out of bed and got dressed in a hurry before opening her door room and headed out. When she closed the door behind her, she saw Sam heading back to her room. "Hey! Did I miss anything?" Auria asked Sam.