Description: Oh my god, the alliteration!! Can anyone stand this incoherent hodgepodge of C-words?! Can anyone stop Luc's alliteration rampage?! How can someone be allowed to put such useless descriptions into their logs?! The answer, is--
It's a gorgeous day. The sun lingers high above, cerulean skies as far as the eye can see, riddled with fluffy pure white clouds that lazily drift by. The air is crisp, the last vestiges of winter lingering in the air, despite Spring's full bloom.
A gorgeous, perfect April day.
And most of Pacific High is forced to enjoy it in class.
Third period literature drags on like a prison sentence, the majority of the students gathered struggling in vain to stay awake. Some have given in, half-slumped over their desks while others do anything but listen to the teacher drone on about Victorian era of poetry and its High-Victorian poets, rambling on about Alfred Tennyson and the 'Idylls of the King.' It interests very few people.
Seated near a window, as always, is Marisol, the half-Spaniard girl casually leaning back in the seat of her appointed desk. Between her long, calloused digits she absently twirls a pencil as gray eyes idly observe the window to her left. It's such a lovely day, and she's forced to stay indoors, cooped up like some neglected animal in a cage!
Exhaling loudly, the redhead thunks her chair legs down on the floor properly, gray eyes hooding in annoyance as she scowls. The teacher rambles on still, blissfully unaware of the students' lack of interest as he slowly scrawls over the blackboard. It is important information, he warns, and it will be covered on the test.
Marisol just gives up and slumps forward on her desk, murmuring, "kill me" under her breath.
It's a gorgeous day. And most of Pacific High is forced to enjoy it in class.
Most of them.
Like Marisol O'Connell. Forced indoors on a beautiful April afternoon as her teacher rambles on and on about the work of Alfred Tennyson like some sort of monotonous fanboy. Forced to watch the outside world drag on and on as time seems to slow to a standstill, the effects of boredom taking their toll. Like a force of nature, the instructor continues on, unabated by Marisol's sighs and her looks of irritation. But there are greater forces out there than silly things such as 'learning.' Greater forces at work even now, thumping down the class hall like an approaching army.
"And one of my -faaaaaaaaaaaavorite- sayings of Tennyson's is, 'My strength is as the strength of ten, because my heart is pure--'"
WHAM!
The door is suddenly forced open with a kick, nearly ripped off its hinges as it swings wide and slams noisily against the adjacent wall. And, standing at the door's entrance, right leg lifted and extended from his kick, hands shoved in his pockets, lips twisted in agitation, is Marisol's own personal savior for the day.
"... hey. Is that dumbass monkey girl in here?"
Luc Schroedinger.
The teacher is left soundless for a moment as Luc scowls, leg lowering. He strides in calmly, head rolling to either side in a series of cracks as green eyes start looking over the class. By this time, he's hardly an unknown in Pacific High, to students and teachers alike. In fact--
"M-mister -Schroedinger-! Th-this is not a time to be interrupting! Don't you have a-- a class to be attending?!" And instinctively, the instructor flinches backwards -- Luc's tendency towards assaulting students and teachers is not unknown, either. So, the instructor cowers on reflex, even as Schroedinger squints at him. He pauses for a few seconds. And then, he promptly turns towards the class, jabbing one finger out -- at Marisol.
"HEY! Shit for brains! What're you doing wasting time here?! What are you, stupid?! Who the hell cares about --" Luc turns to look at the board, "-- the 'Eedilles of the King'?! That's a dumb thing to study, what the hell is an Eedille?!" The instructor begins to speak again, before Luc lifts a hand. "I'VE GOT IMPORTANT BUSINESS, SHUT UP!" "But I--" "SHUT UP!" "..." Green eyes return to Marisol.
"C'mon, dumbass...
"It's time to fight!!"
With the loud, crashing swing of a door forced open, Marisol's day just got interesting.
The kick of the classroom door startles the class, most of the present student body jerking and jolting in surprise as Luc Schroedinger appears in the threshold in typical deviant fashion. Every pair of eyes in the classroom is plastered on the young German as he scowls at the collective group of bodies seated in front of him. The instructor looks aghast.
Meanwhile, seated by the window, Marisol O'Connell remains laid out over her desk, unmoving from her spot despite the chaos around her. Pouting deeply, gray eyes remain hooded as she stares to the side, glaring at Luc as he asks, pointedly, for the monkey girl.
That's not her, so why should she humor him!? Instead, her eyes snap shut as she scoffs.
Then Marisol is 'shit for brains.' A red brow ticks lightly.
Then she is stupid. Marisol's jaw clenches behind her full lips.
Atop her desk, the half-Spaniard coils slightly, shoulders tense visibly as the girl begins to shudder in frustration. She's a dumbass now? It's bad enough she's forced to endure a lecture on some dead poet she couldn't give a shit about on such a wonderfully beautiful spring day. Her head sinks a bit further against the desk.
"If you wanted a fight," the girl begins, as her body slow peels itself from her chair. Rising like some terrible monstrosity of Lovecraftian lore, Marisol's gray eyes are hooded as she stares the green-eyed German boy down.
"Well,"
Rather suddenly, Marisol's hands clamp down on the surface of her desk with a loud slap of flesh on faux wood. Her eyes open wide, a wide sneer slicing its way over her full lips, her expression one vicious glee as she suddenly grips at the desk and hefts it from the floor with a loud screech of metal. Holding it over her head, she lets out a short bark of laughter.
"YOU GOT IT--!!"
The desk is then hurled right for Luc and the doorway, causing a great deal of students to scatter immediately, along with the instructor.
"JERK!!"
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: Marisol successfully hits Luc with Large Thrown Object.
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Marisol 0/-------/-------|===----\-------\0 Luc
Marisol, like some sort of demon risen from the pits of hell, rips free from the confines of her chair and brings with her an entire desk. She might as well be aflame as she roars out her damning words, considering how the students and even the instructor scatter in fear. Scary. Intimidating.
Luc's response is to yawn and scratch his ear. "I didn't ask you to make a fucking spectacle, I asked you to -fight-, /dumba--"
The sound of a desk crashing into Luc's chest overrides any and all sounds of the irritable German.
With a sudden "WHOOF!" of breath being forcefully expelled from his lungs, poor belligerant Luc is sent straight off his feet with desk in tow, crashing into the chalkboard with enough force to crack the tough material. He looks woozy for a second, the legs of the desk actually -imbedded- into the board and keeping him slightly aloft as he shakes his head. He's practically pinned. Out already?
The grin on his lips says otherwise.
"THAT'S MORE LIKE IT!!"
With this roar, Luc -rips- the desk off from him, letting it slam into the ground beside him as he simultaneously pushes off the wall he had been pinned on. Blazing through the air, Schroedinger lands on a desk with a crashing -WHUD- of impact, the thing ripped from the floor as he just as quickly springboards from it. "What the hell are you doing in a boring-ass class when you could be training?! Who gives a shit about 'King Arthur'!?"
With this declaration, Luc descends upon Marisol, intent on gripping her by the face and -driving- her into the classroom grounds with a sudden explosion of black-blue fire.
"Why're you studying American history, anyway?!" Because apparently, King Arthur = King George. Go figure.
COMBATSYS: Luc successfully hits Marisol with Medium Throw.
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Marisol 0/-------/----===|====---\-------\0 Luc
There's an intense grin of satisfaction on Marisol's lips the moment the desk crashes into Luc.
Satisfied with the damage wrought upon her teammate, the redhead slowly turns away from the German, now pinned between the wall and the board at the front of the classroom. Gray eyes draw to a close as her hands lift, absently dusting her palms off on one another.
"Making a spectacle? Pff. You're one to talk," she calmly remarks. Her work is done, and she begins to step away from the board, toward the back of the classroom. Numerous students immediately filter away from the redhead, not daring to be the next thing she gets her angry hands on.
But she is forced to pause, as a roar erupts from behind her. Blinking once, slowly, Marisol's head lightly turns, a gray eye peering over a shoulder. Why isn't she training, he demands of the girl, which promptly earns him a dull expression.
"Idiot, I want to graduate someday. You kind of have to go to class and study to do that, you know."
Before the half-Spaniard girl can retort further, the German throws himself at the girl and, with unrestrained viciousness, drives the girl right into the floor, the attack coupled with Luc's signature blue-black fire EMO CHI. Yeah I said it, wanna fight about it?
"Mrrph," the girl begins around his hand.
And then, suddenly, the girl's leg shoots up and attempts to kick Luc...
Right in the bratwurst.
"How can you be so DUMB??!"
COMBATSYS: Marisol successfully hits Luc with Fierce Punch.
- Power hit! -
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Marisol 0/-------/---====|=======\-------\1 Luc
"Graduate? ... who the hell cares about graduating?" It's like deja vu. Luc stands over Marisol, driving her into the ground with his emo-chi, far better than her hippie sunflower dandilion chi (wretched filthy hippie), his expression twisted into mild irritability, as per the standard.
"Like school matters."
Words of wisdom.
Luc is preparing to continue on his diatribe when he's interrupted by something. Namely, Marisol's foot lancing upwards. He thinks he sees it coming. He thinks he can predict it.
He thinks wrong.
BLAMMO!
"Ghhheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee--rrk!!" That odd sound of pain elicits from Luc as he finds himself suddenly kicked in the family jewels with more force than it is usually kicked with. That being said, however... Schroedinger -has- been kicked far too often there than he cares to count, to the point that his pain tolerance for being hit in the junk is at an all-time high. It comes with being an asshole. It may have irrevocably ruined any chance he might have had at having children, right there, but hey--
--Children suck anyway.
"I am NOT DUMB!!" The words are yelled out with a mixture of pain and annoyance as the angry German attempts to heft Marisol into the air and literally -launch- her upwards. "-You're- dumb! Stupid girls!" His witty comeback delivered, Luc follows this up by suddenly -exploding- forward in a monstrous burst of speed, black-blue fire exploding behind him like a rocket to propel him across the ground. He'll attempt to intercept Marisol then, gripping her once more by the face before driving her -- harshly -- into a nearby wall with enough force to crack the plaster, unleashing a sudden and painful EXPLOSION of black-blue chi flames as soon as she makes impact.
"AND STOP KICKING ME IN THE BALLS!! ARGH!"
COMBATSYS: Marisol blocks Luc's Flammen Schlag.
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Marisol 0/-------/--=====|=======\-------\1 Luc
Okay, so. Luc definitely deserved that in Marisol's mind.
The girl's sneaker-clad foot shoots upward with enough force to likely ruin any and all chances he may or may have not had at carrying on the Schroedinger name somewhere down the line. And, chances are, there are some people who would thank the half-Spaniard girl for her efforts in culling the jackass population a bit.
Is she smug? ...maybe just a little.
Rising to her feet, the girl rubs angrily at her singed face, gray eyes narrowed as she watches the poor boy reel in pain. It earns him a smirk, a light 'tch' slipping past full lips before she turns her head to one side and snaps her eyes shut, arms folding over her chest shortly afterwards. "Who needs school? You do, Luc. Really. How did your dumb ass make it this far, anyway??"
He's not dumb, he cries in response.
"Could've fooled me!" the redhead snaps back, eyes wide as her arms immediately drop in a defensive fashion. The angry (and sore) young man grips her and hurls her forward, following in pursuit as he intends on colliding into her, palm first. Widening her eyes, the girl just snaps an arm up and intercepts it, legs swinging backwards just before impact. She absorbs the bulk of the strike in her legs. Explosion follows, likely ruining her nice, white sneakers.
"I can't help it. I like a challenge!!" the girl snaps back. "It's such a SMALL TARGET!"
Shoving forward, the girl lashes out, a straight punch aimed for Luc's face, followed by a swift cross. Her body immediately twists, fists suddenly aflame with her (not hippie) dandelion-yellow chi before she twists and drives her fists into the young man's trunk, impact coupled with a short but potent burst of energy.
COMBATSYS: Marisol successfully hits Luc with El Matador.
- Power hit! -
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Marisol 0/-------/-======|=======\===----\1 Luc
Argh! Damn your peace-loving flower power energy!
Is what Luc would be saying, if he were at all witty. As it stands, he's a bit too busy getting clobbered once more by Marisol as her swift assault overtakes him. Once more, he completely predicts the speed and strength wrong -- the half-Spaniard crashes a single, powerful fist into Luc's face with amazing speed and strength, blasting poor Luc backwards in a sudden break that leads him toppling over a desk. He rubs his chin as he crashes, stopping to blink and consider the blood on his hands. He frowns.
'It's such a SMALL TARGET!'
"... I don't get it," he announces, simply. Sometimes it pays, being oblivious.
Slowly, Luc drags himself back to his feet. Blood drips down the corner of his lip. He presses fingers against his tender jaw, wincing a littlke. And then, something dawns on him. He looks towards Marisol, rubs the back of his neck irritably... and then he grins a big, bloody grin.
"Heh." Black-blue fire sprouts around his fists.
"You've gotten stronger." His right fist curls into a fist.
"I guess... I'll just have to GET STRONGER, TOO!!"
Luc's right hand swings upwards, before SLAMMING it into the ground, all that fiery chi transferring downwards. Immediately after, geysers of black-blue chi erupt from the ground in a series of columns that explode towards Marisol, threatening to consume her.
"And school is for chumps!! Who needs to know that five times four is twenty-four!" The instructor starts to speak up, still huddled in a corner.
"SHUT UP!"
COMBATSYS: Marisol endures Luc's Aufruhr Gemetzel.
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Marisol 1/-------/=======|=======\====---\1 Luc
With a fiery burst, Marisol sends Luc flying backwards across the classroom, the very sight enough to draw a smirk over the girl's lips. Maybe she overdid it just a bit..?
Shaking her head and drawing her hands into a tight fist, she snuffs the chi from her palms, dismissing the energy into the ether with little thought. Of course she didn't overdo it - if she held back, it would only disappoint both of them. And there's nothing more fun than punching the shit out of Schroedinger when he explicitly ASKS for it.
"Of course you don't!" the girl snaps, as Luc gets up from the desk and pulls himself to his feet. Jutting a finger forward, the girl just looks to the German incredulously as she shouts, "That's why you're so dense! If you'd actually attend classes, maybe - MAYBE - you could follow half the shit people say to you, huh??"
The girl's vehement shout cuts short as the green-eyed fighter calls on his chi, observing her aloud with a grin. Initially, the redhead's face turns a faint shade of pink, eyes widening a touch before she shoots him a glare, lips pursing tightly before she simply scoffs.
"What do you mean, 'stronger??' I've always been stronger than you, Schroedinger." A smirk edges swiftly over her lips, a fleeting expression that is far from malicious at second glance. If anything, it's a playful gesture.
But when he bellows, the girl's expression lights up with amusement, eyes widening before she laughs, hands curling into tight fists as she barks, "FINE! Maybe THEN I'll have a DECENT challenge from your ass, huh?!"
His hand descends, and in its wake rapid bursts of chi erupt, converging on the half-Spaniard as they rip through the classroom, rocking desks and ruining the floor in the process. Eyes flicker aside, to the right and to the left. There's minimal distance to avoid the bursts. What's a girl to do..?
A grin cuts over her full lips, eyes widening further...
With a sudden and unprecedented burst of speed, Marisol leaps through the angry black and blue gouts of energy, her outfit and skin singed in the process as she pushes through. It burns and hurts like hell, but the half-Spaniard is THAT determined to get through. And when she appears through the flames the girl lunges at Luc.
"AH HA HA HA HAAAA!"
Four fists swing mightily at Luc's face, each hook punch unrelenting as she swings. Only after the fourth swing does she pause and recoil, muscles throughout her body tensing tightly, her fist clenched and knuckles white as she draws it back tightly at shoulder level...
And then throws herself forward, a straight and brutal dash punch aimed for the center of Luc's chest.
COMBATSYS: Marisol successfully hits Luc with Atom Smasher.
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Marisol 0/-------/-------|>>>>>>>\>>>>>>>\2 Luc
Well, this is no good.
Which is just the way Luc wants it to be.
The fact that Marisol is stronger now just means there's a new hurdle for Luc to overcome. And Luc works best when he's overcoming hurdles. As Marisol speaks, Schroedinger spits to the side, grunting irritably. "You wish, you dumbass shit-for-brains. You're never gonna be stronger than me. But c'mon..." Luc's fists clench tighter.
"... I like a challenge!!"
The words are uttered just as Marisol crashes into those geysers of chi, plowing through them with reckless determination. The instructor is left to huddle in fear as Luc suddenly bursts out in laughter in tandem with Marisol... and then LUNGES at her.
This proves to not be a good idea.
*CRACK*
Blood and saliva fling out from Luc's mouth as his head cracks from side to side, the combination of blows brutal but unnervingly swift. Before he knows it, he's being rocketed back by a fist crashing into his chest with stone-shattering strength. Air expells forcefully as his lungs feel as if they've been lit on fire. But he's still laughing.
Because there's nothing Luc loves more than a challenge.
Crashing into a nearby wall, Luc collapses a moment later, blood dripping from his lips. He shakes his head, vision blurring a little as his fists curl inward, tightening. "... Heh. This'll be fun...
"... I can't wait to fight you once I've gotten stronger!! IT'LL BE -FUCKING AWESOME-!"
And with this declaration of elation delivered, Luc punches the ground, his fist shining brightly with violet light. That chi pours outwards, creating lines of pulsating, purple chi in a cross-section across the ground. The lines EXPLODE into four massive walls of black, blue and violet chi -- something Marisol is no doubt familiar with. And, slightly sluggishly, those walls begin to rotate, faster and faster until they all culminate into one massive explosion to knock Marisol backwards, even as Luc slumps forward breathlessly.
"... bah," he gives a bloody frown.
"... ... I'm hungry. Let's ditch this stupid place and get a sandwich."
He hears King Arthur, Earl of Sandwich, invented those.
It'd be a learning experience.
COMBATSYS: Luc can no longer fight.
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COMBATSYS: Marisol Toughs Out Luc's Demiurge Trigger!
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Marisol 0/-------/-======|
It's a brutal display, as Marisol cuts through flame and strikes the German repeatedly, the final blow delivered sending the poor young man sailing back into the distant wall. Briefly the girl holds her fist out, muscles still tense as she stares forward, gray eyes slowly hooding as she observes Luc there on the wall. He's laughing..?
Good. It means he can still fight her.
Grinning sharply, the redhead drops her arm, hands moving to rest on her hips casually as her weight shifts from one foot to the other. Her expression bleeds from amusement to confidence, her lips pulling tightly across her face before she shoots the German an arrogant smirk.
"Challenges? Well, how lucky for you. It looks like I'm providing you with precisely that. Come ON Luc, what the hell have you been doing lately? Slacking off? Going on dates with boys?" A hand lifts from her hip, a finger extending to absently tap against her temple as she rambles. "If this is the BEST you've got, you've got a long way to go if you want to 'get stronger too.'" Leaning back, both arms lift, crossing over her chest as her smoky gray eyes narrow on the German.
"You can't wait to get stronger? Well SLACKING OFF won't accomplish shit, Schroedinger! I want you to get stronger, you hear me?!"
The girl blinks, as the German punches the ground. She knows this attack, and knows how god-awful it hurts. So familiar, the girl groans lightly and murmurs, "not again" lightly under her breath. Eyes widen, her lips parting as she cries out, "LUC YOU MORON! WE'RE IN A BUILDING!!" It's too late, however.
The four walls of chi shoot up and spiral inwards, collapsing in on the half-Spaniard at its center. A horrible, earth-shattering eruption shakes the building to its very foundation, the classroom a complete and utter mess as the black, blue and violet chi consume the entire classroom. It begins to fade...
And rather suddenly, a singed and bloodied Marisol LEAPS out of the walls, singed sneakers planting harshly on the floor as she skids to a halt. From her form, hazy smoke rises. And on her dirtied face...is a massive, thousand-watt Cheshire's grin.
A cough disrupts her briefly, causing the redhead to pitch forward slightly before she softly 'ahems.'
Shooting a hand out, the girl grabs Luc by his collar's scruff, hefting the young German from the slumped position he resides in on the floor with a smirk. He wants to get a sandwich? "Fine," the half-Spaniard replies, gray eyes leveled on his green.
"But loser buys. Hope you brought your wallet, SUCKA!"
Dropping Luc, the girl turns and pivots on her heel, hands lacing behind her back as she laughs aloud, marching confidently toward the classroom door, leaving behind Luc to follow...and a very frightened class, and a very destroyed classroom.
COMBATSYS: Marisol has ended the fight here.
Marisol's berating words are met with one very decided, very irritated classic Schroedinger statement:
"Fuck -that-."
The words are spit off in the aftermath of his assault, just as Marisol ever-so-kindly drags the angry German back onto his feet. He stumbles briefly, before shaking his head, spitting a wad of blood off to the side. He doesn't care if it stains the carpeting. It's not his problem. "Maaaan... why do you have to complain all the time? I didn't hurt anything important." The instructor and students still remaining are miraculously unharmed. Luc controlled himself -that- much, at least.
Rubbing his neck, the belligerant student lets out a grunt, half-lidded, green eyes rolling irritably towards Marisol. "... what? That's bullshit! Why do -I- have to pay?! You're an ass! I hate girls!" Luc storms off shortly after Marisol, hands shoved in his pockets as he strolls past the instructor. "And I bet King Arthur hated girls, too!"
"Actua--"
"SHUT UP!"
It's only about three minutes after they've left the room that a voice can be heard, loudly hollaring something that can be heard across the halls.
"... HEY, DID YOU CALL ME GAY?! I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU! STUPID GIRLS!"
Log created on 22:56:23 04/15/2008 by Luc, and last modified on 16:24:57 04/16/2008.