Description: After Luc's particularly notable encounter with Pás in the girl's dormitory, Marisol hunts down her teammate on school grounds to punch out some semblance of an explaination from him. Sadly, she doesn't really pay much attention TO the young German berserker...
It's a beautifully sunny day in Southtown. It's one of those summer days that isn't swelteringly hot, overrode with humidity or so dry that a person could feel the very moisture of their bodies being leached out. It's a summer day that brings with it a pleasant warmth, and a beautifully relaxing breeze -- made all the nicer at Pacific High today, with a cool breeze wafting in from the shores. It's the perfect day. Relaxing, pleasant, and blissfully lax.
It's too bad, then, that Luc Schroedinger doesn't really know how to appreciate the beauty of a breezy summer day.
It's been a day since the German had his rehibilitating rematch with his Brazillian teammate. It was a very cathartic experience overall; he'd say as much, too, if he knew what cathartic meant. He also ended up destroying her dorm room, but he didn't really care about that; it's just a room, after all, she could always get a new one. Or sleep in a box. Whichever. In any case, it left Luc content for at least the rest of the day.
It's a feeling he still feels at present, though to a far more limited degree. He was so pleased with himself and his accomplishments that he had actually gone to his first class for the day -- until the teacher started annoying him with talks about adding fractions or something and having to find the lowest common blah blah. It had soured his good mood enough that he had left the class early after breaking his calculator in frustration, claiming 'it wasn't doing all the work for him, so what good was it.' And that was officially the end of Luc's good mood for the next few months.
Currently, the young man is resting atop one of the large trees that decorate the Pacific High courtyard, hands behind his back as he stretches out languidly, staring at the sky between thick branches and lush, green leaves. He's supposed to be in Chemistry class at the moment; he's not. The professor would just start talking about moles, after all, and then the German would be left to wonder why animals are involved in a class pertaining to chemicals. So? So, Luc simply relaxes as much as he can. Odds are, he's waiting for someone interesting to walk by to ambush and try to fight. No one has, yet.
And so, Luc continues to lounge, wondering just what a denominator is supposed to be.
It's a beautiful summer's day, really. Blue skies are clear, not a cloud one across the cerulean canvas. School remains in full swing, and while most of the student body attends their classes like responsible young men and women do, there are a good handful of notable delinquents that choose to do otherwise. Likely, most of Pacific's own Pacific Resistance team has skipped class today, including:
"Luc FUCKING Schroedinger!!"
From below the aging, majestic oak tree the young Schwarzerde heir is perched within is what appears to be a rather irritated, angry redhead. With her hands on her hips, the girl just glares up into the foliage with wide gray eyes, full lips pulled into a thin line across her soft, tanned features.
Below her, a sneakered foot taps repeatedly on the grass, emphasizing the point that, yes. Marisol is none too pleased with the lounging German in the treetops above. A few faculty pass by, looking confused as she seems to be shouting at nothing but the tree itself. After all, the leaves are rather full and rich, and Luc is well-hidden in the boughs of the tree.
"Get the FUCK down here, right NOW!" she barks, lifting a hand from her hip and pointing it at the earth below her feet. Clearly the young woman just wants a friendly word with her teammate! "Don't make me fucking come up there and GET YOU OUT."
It HAD been a pristine day, and an almost relaxing time for Luc.
Almost.
Lounging lazily upon the thick branch of one of several aged oak trees throughout the courtyard, Luc finds his quiet suddenly disturbed. It's somewhat unexpected, the sudden, screeching voice that pierces through the air underneath him and impales his hearing with an audibly annoying anger. Slowly, green eyes crack open into slivers, and rotate downwards. Through the plantlife, he can see the vague, obscured form of a girl, and distinct red hair. Of course, he doesn't even need to see /that./
Luc could identify that terrible voice from a mile away.
"Ugh... shut the hell up, loser, I'm trying to rest."
The muttering comes at a much more level tone in comparison to Marisol's, though it's filled with that signature Luc annoyance. For some time afterwards, there is silence from the tree as Luc shifts from his lounding position, slowly edging upwards until he is seated upright and leaning against the trunk of the tree. Irritably, he flicks away an ant that had crawled onto his person. He seems to believe that his polite request is enough for Marisol to leave him alone. And so, he continues on in silence -- but it seems the Spaniard is determined to get his attention.
'Get the FUCK down here, right NOW!' she barks. The German's half-lidded gaze cracks open a little more to show his annoyance, but almost obligingly at her request, he makes a simple, slow turn of his body and falls right off the tree branch. It's like a lazy, half-assed drop; one that takes him flying down through the branches until he lands with a thud and a crouch against the grassy earth below. Leaves cover his shoulders, and some have gotten caught in his hair; there's even a twig in there. He doesn't seem to notice or care. Instead, he slips his hands into his pockets, and stares at Marisol with a pointed expression of irritation.
"... What. What do you want, idiot? Why do you sound so bitchy?" he grumbles out, pulling a hand up to rub the back of his head. "I didn't do anything." Apparently he's already forgotten about his fight. Or maybe more likely... he doesn't really care about the destruction he's caused. Pás did it first, after all.
Quality time cut short, Marisol stands below the tree, glaring up into its long, stretching limbs. Though he may have a hard time seeing her through the thick foliage, Marisol can see him a bit clearly - even if seeing him consists of a dangling limb or that unmistakable black hair of his.
"What did you say!?" she screams up, her hands on her hips once more. "Oh, I know you just didn't tell me to shut up. And you do NOT need to rest. You're going to get the hell down here, RIGHT. NOW!" Gray eyes snap open, her expression one of muted fury and irritation. Yes, Marisol is definitely not pleased with the young German. "And I swear to God you better not be ignoring me!"
Eventually, though, Luc rolls himself off the limb and free-falls, landing on the ground before her. Hardly flinching at the impact, the redhead just continues to glare at the young Schwarzerde heir as he languidly rises up, to stand at full height. What does she want, he asks of her. Why is she so bitchy? He didn't DO anything.
"Oh, you know precisely what you did," she states, her words sounding surprisingly calm and composed. "Everyone's talking about it. I go away for the weekend to do a SNF, and what do I come back to?" Thrusting a hand in the direction of the dorms, the girl lets her irritations get the better of her for a brief moment.
"A goddamned MESS! You IDIOT!! What the HELL were you thinking?? And BARGING IN ON PÁS, NO LESS!!" Exhaling loudly, the girl stands there shaking her head - before she just reels a hand back and attempts to punch him across the face.
"What the hell is your damage?!"
COMBATSYS: Marisol has started a fight here.
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Marisol 0/-------/-------|
COMBATSYS: Luc has joined the fight here.
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Marisol 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Luc
COMBATSYS: Luc endures Marisol's Hook Punch.
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Marisol 0/-------/-------|==-----\-------\0 Luc
If he knew what it was like, Luc might say this was very reminiscent of being scolded by an angry mother. But he hasn't, and in the end, it's far from that. Even so, he just watches with muted irritation as he obligingly falls from his comfortable spot on the tree... only to be yelled at even more.
Usually, in most cases, Luc would cut off Marisol short by slugging her across the jaw and continuing along on his way. But, for whatever reason, the German accepts the enraged yelling and the lectures with little more than a snarl. It's a rare thing. Schroedinger manages to keep himself composed enough to not just boot Marisol in the head and then start stomping her until she is little more than a bloody mess. She's one of the few, the proud.
But even Luc's special cases only get an extremely limited amount of patience.
He listens, and with a roll of his eyes, his shoulders lift in an uncaring shrug. "Whatever. That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard to complain about. She liked the fight, moron! And who cares about stupid dorm rooms, they can fix it! I was having fun. Stop your whinin--"
Luc isn't given an opportunity to finish that sentence. Because, in a rare turn of events, it's not /him/ who preempts a fight. This time, Luc is almost shocked to see a fist closing in on his face. But rather than try to mount a defense against it, the young German instead... doesn't move. The punch slams /firmly/ across his jaw, sending his head whipping to the side. Blood begins a slow swell at the corner of his lip, and as it begins to trickle down, Schroedinger looks at the Irish woman for a moment in disbelief.
The heir of Schwarzerde's disbelief lasts all of two seconds before it's replaced with a distinct burning glare of berserker rage. "My damage..." In two more seconds, his right hand is swinging upwards to uppercut Marisol with a sudden, explosive charge of black chi.
"... IS THAT YOU'RE A MORON!"
COMBATSYS: Luc successfully hits Marisol with Medium Punch.
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Marisol 0/-------/----===|==-----\-------\0 Luc
Team leader, now scolding mother. It would seem Marisol's duties change on a rather regular basis, no thanks to the likes of pig-headed brats like Luc! But no matter; she'll easily rectify the situation. And she begins doing so by letting a punch clip the young German clean across his face.
"I am NOT whining!" she argues back, making no move to get out of his face. His surprise is noted and, perhaps, there's a distant feeling of smugness lingering in the back of her consciousness. It's not very often the passionate Schwarzerde heir is surprised. "I'm trying to figure out what the HELL you were thinking!"
His argument in return is punctuated by a particularly harsh blow to the redhead's jaw, causing her to briefly leave the grass before she lands and stumbles back a foot. Her footing is barely kept, but she manages the feat nonetheless. Once rebalanced, the redhead lifts a hand and rubs her jaw.
"I'm a moron? I'm not the one barging into teammates' dorm rooms and just...blowing the goddamned room up!" Frowning sharply, the half-Spaniard lifts a foot and kicks the ground, sending a cloud of grass and dirt right at Luc's face. "Besides, my room was KIND OF CLOSE TO HERS!"
COMBATSYS: Marisol successfully hits Luc with Thrown Object.
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Marisol 0/-------/----===|====---\-------\0 Luc
She's not whining, she says. In the wake of his uppercutting strike, Luc frowns sharply, whiping the small trail of blood from his lips.
"Whining like a fucking baby," is his answer. The German doesn't even look pleased to see his attack connect cleanly. Instead, he shoves his left hand into his pants pocket, and curls his lips into a sneer. "I wanted a rematch! She was at her dorm, so I went to her dorm, and I FOUGHT HER. It's not like I killed her or blew up the entire building!" So he destroyed her dorm room, who cares? He certainly doesn't, he bets the Brazillian doesn't--
--but it seems that Marisol does. Enough to kick dirt into his eyes, at the very least. Blinding at the sudden, dirty method of fighting, Luc simply attempts to lean out of the /way/ of the clod. Except, apparently there were some rocks or the soft grass and dirt is actually as hard as steel, because as he's struck, his head snaps /backwards/ for a moment. Dirt covers his face as he growls and rubs it out of his eyes, intense green stare focusing entirely on his teammate as soon as his eyes reopen.
"First you try and get your stupid old geezer to kill me, and now you're YELLING AT ME for blowing up someone else's room? What is /YOUR/ DAMAGE?! I didn't destroy your room, did I?!" As he speaks, Luc rushes forward. In one instant, his right hand snaps forward, directly in front of her face. Marisol should know this maneuver well by now. With a single /snap/ of Luc's fingers, a small spark of energy emerges... before it billows out into a sizeable, burning sphere of black and blue chi, seeking to crash into Marisol at point blank range and explode with a deafening BOOM.
"/STUPID GIRLS/!"
COMBATSYS: Marisol interrupts Explosive Round from Luc with Red Clover.
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Marisol 0/-------/-======|======-\-------\0 Luc
Actually, Marisol's room is about five rooms away from Pás' own, but that's utterly besides the point. Luc just doesn't need to know that, because the point here is, in fact, Marisol is generally in a piss-poor mood she came home to a bunch of 'DO NOT CROSS' tape scattered about the hallway with broken debris everywhere.
"I'm the baby? I'm not the one with an emotional problem!" she snaps back, eyes wide as she glares. "And next time, if you want a damn rematch, take it OUTSIDE! People could have gotten hurt, you stupid maniac!" And shit in her room could have been destroyed!
Kicking the ground up, the large clump of grass and dirt strike him in the face, blinding the poor German briefly. Marisol, in response, lets a swift smirk cut its way sharply across her smooth features, brows lifting a touch. Then, more ranting.
"Grandpa's fault, not mine! Besides, quite whining! You got the hell away from him, didn't you?" As he rushes at her, however, the girl just narrows her eyes, bracing her shoulders. The moment those fingers snap, however, the fiery redhead bolts forward, passing through the burst of chi just as it begins to form. It stings and singes her clothes, but that's of precious little concern - instead, she leaps at him and delivers a kick to his face before she pushes off and lands. Her fist clenches and, in a burst of power, punches him solidly in the gut.
"More like stupid BOY!" she argues back. "REALLY!" Two hooks are then delivered to his face, the second kissing his jaw with a blast of yellow, flaming chi, to knock him away to one side.
"So uncouth! You have no damn manners at all, Luc Schroedinger!"
This has to be the record for a transformation from good day to 'absolutely pissed off' day for Luc Schroedinger, which is really saying something. His fingers snap in a blur of motion and an absolutely unpleasant /stare/ in his eyes, and yet, at the exact same time, Marisol is moving. In a blurr of motion, she kicks him straight into the face as soon as his explosive projectile is set off. It causes him to stagger, but little more. Even so, he knows it's just a set up. There's more pain to come.
And so it does; a sudden bodyblow to his gut delivered with painful strength, followed by a powerful hook punch, and then a second accompanied by a burst of yellow, flaming chi. He staggers /backwards/, his hand slamming back into the nearby oak tree with the crack and splintering of bark. The tree itself shudders, leaves falling all around them as a scant few land on his shoulders. He glares, smoke rising from his face and blood running down his nose.
"He still tried to break me in half because of you!" Despite the anger, Luc's not really angry about /that./ Marisol's other words, however... "I bet you don't even care about those other people! You shouldn't care, your room is probably /fine/!"
And then, he rushes off. The movement is simple; utilizing a sudden onrush of speed, Luc seeks to deliver a powerful haymaker straight into Marisol's face, sparks of black power crackling around his fist. The moment it connects, an explosive LANCE of black chi explodes outward from his hand, intent on crashing into Marisol painfully before he follows up with a sudden leap. Flipping backwards, he aims to plant his sneakered feet into Marisol's chin in his first rotation, flying /backwards/ and away from her.
"And you COMPLAIN TO DAMN MUCH, MARISOL!"
COMBATSYS: Marisol dodges Luc's Riot Revolver.
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Marisol 0/-------/-======|======-\-------\0 Luc
She comes like the wrath of god, fists swinging and chi ablazing. Punishing him for what she perceives as being a wrong and stupid choice, the girl makes it clear as day to poor Luc that, yes. Going to Pás' place to start shit and then wind up taking out the entire room was a bad decision on his part. HIS PART. She blames him for the destruction, yes. Because Pás seems smart enough not to destroy her own place.
Or IS she otherwise??
However upset the redhead may be, she holds her ground as he recovers. Lifting her chin up, the half-Spaniard's gray eyes hood, depths glaring at the half-German as he speaks. "Oh, like my grandpa is going to hurt you that badly," she argues. "Besides, he's strong, and I thought you liked picking on strong people!" As for the other people?
Marisol looks angry. "How DARE you imply I'm a cold-hearted bitch!" she all but screams, eyes wide as she stares. "What the...are you fuckin' stupid!? Why wouldn't I care?? My god, I can't believe you'd even SUGGEST that!!" Marisol ISN'T a cruel person, is the thing. She's actually pretty nice, despite that temper!
When he rushes forward and attempts to smack her in the face with a haymaker, Marisol ...weaves to one side, avoiding his hand altogether. Sliding smoothly, she winds up behind him. "Jerk," she mutters, before she attempts to pick him up by the midriff and...suplex him into the ground. "I don't complain THAT much!"
COMBATSYS: Marisol successfully hits Luc with Medium Throw.
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Marisol 0/-------/-======|=======\-------\1 Luc
And now, Luc's anger has hit an all-time high. He barely even registers the fact that his attack doesn't hit cleanly. He doesn't even care. "I wasn't going to /hurt/ anyone else anyway, whether you think I'm some psycho or whatever. I know what I'm doing!" Luc doesn't really register that Marisol is coming at him with a sudden suplex. He doesn't try to get out of the way. Instead, he just takes it all, tries to ground himself for it... and fails miserably.
Slammed into the ground, the pain really isn't all that great; he quickly recovers, in fact, suddenly rolling across the ground and coming to a stop several feet beyond Marisol. Dirt covers his school uniform, and smears with the blood across his mouth. Usually, the young man enjoys his fights. Today seems just the opposite, and it might be the thing that's throwing him off so much. Rolling his neck with an idle crack, he stares at Marisol pointedly. "So it's all my fault, huh?" He pauses, considers. With the twist of his head, Luc spits at the ground and frowns. "Maaan... you're so stupid."
And then Luc just rushes /forward/, stopping just to the side of Marisol. His body twists, swinging around 180 degrees until he is bringing his foot to bear against Marisol's back, intent on slamming it RIGHT into her back with a sudden surge of energy, intent on channeling that black chi straight into her body in the wake of an explosion. "You complain /ALL THE TIME./ GRAAAH!!"
COMBATSYS: Marisol fails to interrupt Medium Kick from Luc with Iron Butterfly.
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Marisol 1/-------/=======|=======\-------\1 Luc
In a surprising show of talents that are. ..not remotely boxer-like whatsoever, Marisol grasps the youth from behind, snaking long arms up and tightly around his gut. "Maybe not," she states, her body tightly-pressed against his own. Perhaps that was what threw his judgment off; closeness is a weakness of his, it seems. But it's the last thing on her mind. "But you were being stupid and reckless!" Hefted up, her back bends and he's introduced to the earth behind her, head first.
As he rolls and rises, Marisol keeps her back to him. "Pás doesn't seem like the impulsive type. At least not enough to fuckin' destroy her room into a smoldering mess." Glancing over a shoulder, a single, visible eye glares at the German boy, lips pulling into a tight smile. "Stupid, huh? Is that the only word in your vocabulary of insults??"
As he RUSHES, however, the girl attempts to pivot sharply on her heel, swinging a hand out toward him. With her fingertips on fire, it swipes toward him, roaring suddenly--
--but his foot is faster. Struck soundly in the ribs, Marisol staggers to the side, nearly falling and rolling in the grass. Pinwheeling arms spare her the fall, and shortly thereafter she spins around fully and glares right at him. "You're an idiot!"
Pás doesn't seem the type to destroy her own room? At that, Luc grins, his teeth stained red from blood.
"You think so, huh?"
Luc freely admits to blowing out the walls of the dorm room, probably even doing extensive damage to the ceiling and making two rooms one giant room, but he wasn't the only one responsible for all the damages. Still, it's not really on the forefront of his mind at the moment. Instead, he hunkers down, and attempts to focus on the fight at the moment that his foot connects with her side.
Blah blah blah!" He starts irritably, rubbing the inside of his ear with a finger. It's a sign that he's seeing this more of a fight than just charging in like an over-angry idiot. Probably too late now, but... it's alright. "Is 'idiot' the only word in /your/ vocabulary of insults? Gimme a break. I don't feel like wasting time trying to be a witty asshole."
He takes a single step forward. In that motion, the Schroedinger heir thrusts /forward/ with his right hand, palm open, seeking to slam it into Marisol's gut. At the moment of impact, energy begins to churn within his grasp, exploding OUTWARD in a sudden, furious burst to knock the Spaniard right off her feet.
"I'M SORRY I RUINED SOMEONE ELSE'S DORM ROOM." If that's meant to be an insult, it probably doesn't come off as such. Maybe he's actually apologizing.
Maybe.
COMBATSYS: Marisol endures Luc's Quick Throw.
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Marisol 1/-----==/=======|=======\=------\1 Luc
"Yeah, that's what I think," she replies, despite the bloody smirk he sports at her. "And between the two of you I wager YOU started the fight first!" Frowning harshly, the half-Spaniard just shoots the Schwarzerde heir a glare, smoky gray eyes irritable. "Why? Care to prove me wrong??"
His foot lands cleanly, but the redhead seems far from upset. Instead, she just lets her lips pull into a harsh smirk at his insult. "Wow, you're just full of disappointing quips today," she chides, narrowing her eyes before she scoffs and harshly tosses her head to the side. "You want a break?" He asked for one, didn't he?
As he moves, Marisol doesn't flinch or get out of his way. Instead, she braces herself lightly, jerking as his palm impacts. The burst of energy, however, causes her to stagger back, but she keeps her ground. And the closeness between them. Those full red lips cut into a broad, almost cocky smirk. "Sorry, huh?" Stepping forward, the girl levels her gaze on the young man squarely, lifting a hand to rest it on his shoulder.
"Doesn't it feel good, doing the right thing?" she asks, smiling sweetly. It's rather disarming, that gentleness on her soft, sunkissed features.
But it likely doesn't last when she suddenly LIFTS her foot up and slams it downward, right into the earth between his legs. It's not that which is alarming - it's the sudden burst of yellow chi that shoots up and toward him, along with large chunks of earthy debris.
COMBATSYS: Marisol successfully hits Luc with Shoot the Moon.
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Marisol 0/-------/------=|=======\=====--\1 Luc
Prove her wrong?
"... Why waste the effort? That's stupid."
Like Luc is going to snitch on the Brazillian just to prove Marisol wrong. Even if he did start the fight. At least he didn't start the room destroying, he just went along with the fad. Instead, the German opts to thrust his hand straight into Marisol's gut and blast her with a sudden surge of chi. It's direct, and it's not a skilled toss, really; it just carries with it his typically brutal power.
"Break?" He echoes as he strikes her, feeling the amount of give and the lack of a defense with a grin, "Like I need... to TAKE A BREAK AGAINST YOU." Boom. The energy goes off, and Marisol staggers in the wake of it. But she doesn't fly. His body tenses, ready to attack. Except...
... Except she puts a hand on his shoulder instead of attacking.
Luc, for a moment, looks confused. He bliknks at the disarming reaction to his attack, looking down to his shoulder. He lifts his gaze, back to Marisol. Down to his shoulder. "Wha..." He starts at her words, mouth opening a little, before it shuts.
"That's the most retarded thing I've ever heard. You--"
And then she slams her foot down in a tell-tale signal of an attack he knows well. He attempts to mount a defense, but just a moment too late; the geyser of yellow chi /consumes/ him, chunks of debris smashing into his face and chest, ripping and burning through his shirt. The force sends him flying -- yet, while airborne... his right hand begins to glow distinctly. Body smoking and charred, Schroedinger's eyes are still alight with that tell-tale rage. And as soon as he descends...
... he lands with a slam of his fist against the earth.
Immediately, four glowing, violet lines race out from the point of his fist's contact against the earth, the energy within his hand transferred into the ground. They spread in the shape of a cross-section, encompassing a great deal of area -- right within Marisol's range. And almost immediately after, those burning violet lines EXPLODE into four massive walls of chi, swirling in bruised hues of black, blue and purple. The walls quickly begin to sweep across the ground, rotating at a fast rate in an attempt to catch Marisol up in their wake and sweep her off the ground; they spin so fast that they become a blurring storm of chi that forms a raging dome of power around Luc, catching, spinning and burning everything caught in their path. And, soon enough... the entire storm EXPLODES in one singularly painful experience leaving Luc crouched on the ground. Panting, but not nearly as hurt as he could be.
COMBATSYS: Luc can no longer fight.
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COMBATSYS: Luc successfully hits Marisol with Demiurge Trigger.
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"Well, you seem so upset and in a tizzy that I would think if you would want to do such a thing. But you know what? I don't care, and you're still a retard." It's all said with the tiniest, slyest of smiles. She doesn't really mean to hurt his feelings! She's just being a bitch, that's all!
Still, she marches forward, grinning all the while. Gray eyes are hooded, her sun-kissed features alight with a hint of amusement, despite the look of genuine sincerity that haunts that face. Moving her hand, she rests it gently on his, reassuringly so. The smile grows warmer. Even his harsh words fall upon seemingly deaf ears.
"Probably," she ultimately replies. It probably is.
But it's likely forgotten when her foot slams down and causes the earth to erupt in fiery yellow energy. Sent flying back, Marisol grins broadly and chides, "Psych!" His rotation is, however, noted, gray eyes hooding as she watches his descent. What is he planning?
It all becomes clear when he lands, a massive explosion of chi consuming the ground between them. Caught up in the waves of power, the redhead is brutally tossed and thrown about before she ultimately soars back upon explosion, rolling and tumbling head over heels before she stops. For a moment, she's stunned. Then, slowly, Marisol rises up and comes to stand at full height.
"Like I said," she replies, dusting her grass-stained garments free of debris, her entire figure smoking and singed in the wake of that chi explosion.
"You're a dork. I can't believe you did that to her dorm. What the fuck were you thinkin', anyway?" Frowning harshly, brows furrow ever so slightly as she glares at the crouched German. "Honestly, I hope she beat you soundly again. You deserve it!" Staggering a bit, the girl lifts a hand to her forehead and sighs. She's pretty beat up herself now, and there's no way she's going to be in any shape to sling a punch or three at him.
COMBATSYS: Marisol takes no action.
COMBATSYS: Marisol can no longer fight.
It's clear, in the wake of that ultimate expression of all Luc's anger management issues, that he intends to not be the only person going down in this match. And it would seem that he isn't; as intended, Marisol is caught up in the wake of that brutal storm and cast aside in a sudden expulsion of power.
For a second, Luc barely even registers the fact that Marisol's been blown away. His burned fingertips scrape across the ground as he lifts himself up fully and easily, just a moment after Marisol lands from the explosion. Despite the tingling, burning sensation that still graces his fingers, he still unceremoniously shoves them into his pants pockets, grumbling something under his breath before those green eyes rotate towards where Marisol comes to a stand.
"I wanted a rematch," he states plainly, his neck rolling as he finds a nearby tree to lean against. "It's not my fault she was in her room. And she wrecked it all just as bad as I did, so don't give me that crap." Lifting a single hand, he waves it all off. "What the hell is your problem, anyway? Getting all upset over something that wasn't even your issue. I bet I didn't even touch your damn dorm." Maybe. He actually doesn't know if he did or not. But unless she lived next door to the Brazillian, he believes his bluff to be sound, and he even delivers it with a smug, assured nod of his head.
But even still, he's sore, and he's beaten, and all of that... seems to have just beaten the crap out of his piss-poor mood from Marisol interrupting his rest. "I bet if you asked her, she'd say she liked every second. I think you just wanted an excuse to beat me up." A pause, "You reject. You could've just asked."
In the wake of destruction, likely earning Luc a few worrisome glares from faculty and a few students who have since surrounded the outer area of their impromptu arena, Marisol slowly rises, looking winded and beat. Eventually - after a bit of dusting and primping of her garments - the half-Spaniard shoots her gray eyes up and meets the greens of Luc. His words earn him a lazy smirk.
"Figures," she replies, lowering her hands to idly dust off her knees and thighs. "But I somehow find it hard to believe your half of the story. Maybe I'll ask her myself?" Probably not. It's easier (and more entertaining) to accuse Luc of wreaking havoc and destruction. "And why am I upset?"
Full lips pull into a swift frown. "You're being careless on school property!" she argues, "Where people live! If it was a classroom I could care less. But people live there! And that silly, bruise-colored power of yours seems out of control! People could have been hurt, you know."
The latter, however, earns him a weird look. "What?" He thinks she wanted an excuse to beat him up? Looking bemused and befuddled, the redhead just stares long and hard...before she scoffs and tosses her head. "As if. And I think you've just got a crush on her. She IS pretty, you know. And you've seen her boobs. I would almost suspect that, maybe..." Looking to the skies, a fingertip presses thoughtfully to her lips.
Slowly thereafter, however, gray eyes lazily roll back onto Luc.
"Maybe she likes YOU?"
With a small snort, Luc shakes his head, shoves his hand back into its respective pocket, and looks towards the sky irritably. He disregards the people who turn to stare; if they have a problem with him, after all, they can come and say it to him up front. "Go ahead and ask her! Like I care if you believe me or not, anyway! You'll just try and find something else to bitch about." Grumbling, the German slides down against the trunk of the tree, coming to a stop as soon as he hits a sitting position.
Marisol's next words, though, pique his interest; he turns his head to actually look at her, arching a brow and looking with an almost confused air for a second or two at most. "... Whatever! I knew what I was doing, you moron. I'm not as out of control and stupid as you think I am." Letting out a slight 'hmph!', the German rests his arms on his knees, a slow, irritable frown crossing his lips thanks to Marisol's efforts. "No one got hurt, right? So stop complaining!"
He's content to just stare off towards one of the school buildings in silence afterwards, stretching out a single, sore arm before rubbing caked blood out from beneath his lower lip. However -- his teammate decides to pipe up again, and her words cause him to slowly turn his head... and stare blankly at her. "..." He's silent for a long time, as if trying to comprehend her words. His eyes shut and open in a slow blink.
"... What."
Silence again. Rather than get flustered, though, he just stares in absolute confusion for a few long moments. "/Like her/? /Like me/?" The thought process.
"Maaaan. You really ARE stupid!" Luc proclaims this in an annoyed tone as he leans his head against the tree trunk, his look one of disdain and honest bewilderment, "Why would I like her? And who cares if she likes me?! She's a good fighter, that's all I care about!" Really, all this talk about people liking other people and Luc is going to find himself suddenly gossiping with the girls and getting his nails painted. And he doesn't want that.
His words earn him a harsh smirk from the redhead, whose expression just turns clearly humored at his woes. Yes, she tortures her teammate frequently, much like her other teammate, the odd Brazilian girl with a penchant for flashing the poor guy. It's nothing short of a miracle he chooses to continue to fight along side the likes of her, what with how frequently she seems to get underneath his skin.
"Maaaybe I will?" she chimes, waving a finger idly about, before she simply rests both hands upon her hips. "Besides, someone's gotta keep you on your toes, Luc." Pausing, those gray eyes peer skyward, her expression vaguely thoughtful before she chortles and adds, "Besides, I can't let Pás have all the fun!"
Lifting her arms high, she folds them casually behind her head, smoky eyes drawing shut as she yawns loud. Only after does she arch her back a little, casting her gaze to the cloudless sky once more. "Suuure you did. Sometimes you let your anger get the better of you." Pausing, she shoots a glance toward the utter devastation his Demiurge Trigger left behind. Then those eyes flicker back onto Luc.
Need he any more explaination?
But the real fun begins when she chides him for possibly crushing on their teammate. "Ah ha ha ha!" Dropping her arms from behind her, the redhead leans forward and rests her hands upon her knees. "You do, don't you? It wouldn't be a surprise, really. She WAS your first kiss, after all!" Pivoting on her heel, she turns her back to him, just as the class bell rings.
"Why would you like her? Well, she IS pretty," she remarks over a shoulder, a single eye peering at the German boy. "And, again. You saw her boobs. If that ain't love, I dunno what is. Adios."
With that, Marisol begins her trek toward her next period class...albeit aching from the scuffle. Ow.
Log created on 16:23:13 06/11/2007 by Marisol, and last modified on 15:21:07 06/15/2007.