RP log: Kirihara, Niou
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Backdated: 07 January 2006
Rating: PG for language and fighting.
Summary: Yeay, formal sparring. :D
Niou leaned against a wall outside the gym and resisted the urge to pace. It wasn't hard, lazy as he usually was, but the thought was there. Agreeing to partner Kirihara for training spars was probably one of the less intelligent concepts in existence, but hey. He needed to train before Ryoma got heavier and taller than him – the other already took karate, like half the other munchkins with less defensive powers. In contrast, Niou had lost something over five kilos during the past year, thanks to his sleep and change in eating habits. It was decidedly not a good thing.
Kirihara decided to show up a bit earlier, warming up would be good before any exercise. He didn't want to pull a muscle or anything of this kind. But to his surprise Niou has already been there... "Heh, so eager to get your ass beaten?" The younger boy shrugged and not waiting for the other, entered the gym. Not his problem that the white-haired idiot came earlier as well, he would warm up before they started anything... and that was that.
The sweatshirt went off and Akaya folded it neatly on a bench, together with a towel and a water bottle (surely would come in use). He was wearing a long, black sweatpants, long-sleeved shirt and light runners. Things that would let him move around freely. The training uniform be damned...
Niou followed the other in, shrugging out of his backpack, t-shirt and trackpants just inside the door, training uniform already underneath. He had very little problem with the apparel in question – mostly because it was comfortable in a clingy kind of way, and he didn’t particularly care what he looked like unless he had a job to do (or someone to impress: a category Kirihara most definitely did not fall into).
Settling down beside a bench by the wall for his own warm-ups, Niou queried: “So, sparring. Powers: yes-no? And: rules of engagement?”
The younger mutant took his time with answering. Beginning to warm up. After a moment, "Powers, no." A pause, as he stretched his legs, and then Akaya continued, "Though... I can't promise anything with my power." As annoying as it was to admit, he sometimes still had problems with control. Less often, but still... and besides, it reacted badly with Niou's. "As for rules, everything that applies for a normal spar, I guess." He eyed the older boy, "Unless, you have different ideas."
“Depends on your definition of ‘normal’,” Niou grinned. “Three-minute rounds and no hits below the waist? Or no holds barred, and we play ‘til KO? <3” In reality, Niou was holding no illusions over who would win: he simply didn’t have the muscle or background interest in martial arts to compete. But, hey. That was what training was for in the first place.
Kirihara smirked, "As much as I would love the second option, I don't want to get into too much trouble, yanno." Yes, surely if one of them were to pass out or get some serious injury, they would get punished.
The younger boy didn't say anything till he was finished with his warm ups, which took some time. When he finally did, with a last stretch of his shoulders, he asked, "Ready?"
“Bring it on,” Niou grinned, walking over to the middle of the hall and frog-crouching in lieu of a combat stance.
... what the hell? Akaya just stared, "What are you doing?"
“Waiting for you to attack me?” Niou laughed. The closer to the ground you were, the smaller the target you presented, and the less hard you were likely to fall. The less hard you fell, the less force you would impact with. The less force you impacted with, the more easily you could get back up again. Thus went the basic logic of a mathematician’s brain.
... Rolling his eyes, the boy watched Niou for a moment... "You're not taking this seriously, are you?" Akaya could very well smash the other's face on his knee now. Which... shouldn't really happen on normal spar. He could also very easily immobilise him... simply by tripping the phaser, straddling his back and twisting his arms behind... this would require agility, that Kirihara definitely had.
“Seriously enough,” Niou chuckled. To him, the talking, the teasing – it came part and parcel. Even if he didn’t have the explicit combat experience, he had seen his fair share of schoolyard bullies, and he had his eyes. As long as he could see the other, he knew he’d be able to intuitively read at least the next move ahead. Probably. The extra speed granted by Kirihara’s mutation would probably null any advantage to be gotten from that, though.
“By the way, you still haven’t said what is and isn’t allowed, you know <3”
Akaya circled around the other for few more moments, "You can use both, your hands and legs... just no hits below the waist... and no strangling of course." With that said, the younger mutant ducked down, his position resembling the stance of sprinters before the run. To get a proper hit he had to be in the same level as Niou... a feint... to the left, changing directions in a midstep, to the right... hand on the floor for a split second to keep him from falling, as the other one formed a fist and delivered the blow. As strong as possible in the awkward position.
Niou saw the feint but drew away too slow, Kirihara’s punch glancing off his jaw. He spun to the right with it, though a little stiffly, and kicked out in the other’s direction. Remaining low was to his advantage, having never sparred formally or by these rules before – the less physical area there was below the belt, the better.
The kick was met with an amused smirk on Akaya's side. Taking advantage of the situation he grabbed Niou's right hand and moving quickly behind the older boy, twisted his arm. It was always painful, but he made sure to not actually break the arm. Then... just as fast he pushed Niou down, by the neck... the position even more awkward and uncomfortable, especially for the person pinned, but yeah... it should end this round.
Niou yelped – okay, so being pinned from behind wasn’t comfortable, but all noises made, like most of his body-language, was merely dramatic effect. He dislocated his shoulder and the bone jutted out at an awkward angle, more obviously with Kirihara’s weight on it, and the skintight training uniforms to boot.
... "Oh, shit!" What the fuck? Kirihara released Niou's arm and backed few paces away.
The phaser laughed, kneeling. He popped his shoulder back into place and rolled it a bit. It was a party trick he’d been able to pull for as long as he could remember. Ah~ “Much better <3” He resumed his crouch.
Huh? "You can do that? ... Just like that?" Was the first thing Akaya blurted out, then... "But hey! That's not fair."
– a protest which might’ve been cute (in a very oblique way) in Niou’s books if it wasn’t so stupid. “That, from the brat who is not only stronger and heavier than me, but also supernaturally faster than average?” he asked, laughing again. “Talk to me about fair after you get your powers under control.”
With a glare Kirihara crouched as well, one hand propping him up as he put most of his weight on it, positioning himself just like he did earlier. In such stance he got a quicker start. Thinking about his options again his eyes caught one opening and his mind did the rest of the planning.
One moment he was few metres away, the next he was sliding under Niou, a'la soccer tackle, kicking the older mutant's foot. One hand finding the belt easily, the other grabbing the only loose part of uniform, the collar, Akaya braced himself, knee on the floor, and threw the taller body over his shoulder. Sure Niou might not have been light, but when you knew how to do the throw properly it didn't really matter.
The split second he was freefalling in the air, Niou felt himself phase – if there was one thing his mind couldn’t reign his powers in for, it was a loss of relativity – but then he hit the floor hard, and it still hurt like a bitch despite there being no actual impact. Lungs already intangible, he wasn’t winded, but something in his lower back had the sheer incongruity to feel fucked up.
Shit, he said, rolling over and curling his knees, but unable to talk for the phase either. He thumped a fist into the floor that likewise made no sound, scowling darkly. More than being thrown in the first place, losing control was arguably the more irritating, even if temporarily.
... Akaya didn't say anything, just walked away few paces. Better get a safe distance, you never knew... the opponent might be faking. He watched Niou few moments, red eyes fixed and narrowed. Flexing his shoulders a bit, the younger mutant waited till the other collected himself. No words were necessary...
And none were said. If there was one thing Niou didn’t fake, it was anger – no matter who it was aimed at. But, hey – no point in composing himself now. There was a fight going on.
Finally managing an audible growl, Niou launched himself at his opponent.
Oh? So the older boy finally was up for a real fight? Though... Akaya hasn't got many problems with dodging and deflecting the punches directed at him. The aim might not have been bad, but they were poorly delivered and all... too slow for him. Niou surely knew how to avoid getting hit, though. That only made the younger boy more intent on punching... which... made him quicker as well.
The spar continued for long moments... their difference was quite visible. Kirihara managed to give Niou few strong blows, others were, one way or other, weakened.
It wasn’t so much clean avoidance as the fact that the phaser could tell where Kirihara was aiming and react accordingly. Most of the brat’s hits still landed as expected, given their respective mutations, but Niou managed to avoid the brunt of the more direct blows, rolling and leaping so they glanced off – it still hurt, but he wasn’t floored again for the next twenty-eight minutes.
A pretty damned good record thanks, fact that he could now barely stand straight aside. But his eyes were getting used to Kirihara’s faster pace, managing to read two or even three moves ahead now, as opposed to the one or none when they’d begun. Either way, half an hour of elevated heart-rate was more than enough: Niou was not built for stamina. “I give,” he said at thirty-minutes exactly, flopping over on the floor.
Eyebrows raised high, Kirihara just stared. He... just started getting into it. But that was understandable. Niou didn't look like he had a lot of stamina in the first place, and Akaya was... a bundle of energy. He could go on for hours. But of course... he wouldn't insist.
"You need to work on your endurance." He said flatly, hands on hips. With a shrug he walked to the bench where he had his things. Well... he brought the water, but he didn't really feel like drinking. Grabbing the bottle, he walked back to Niou and tapped his forehead gently with it. "Thirsty?"
Niou cracked an eye open, mildly surprised. Even so, he accepted the water for two gulps – not touching it to dry lips – before setting it on the floor and flopping onto his back once again. “Thanks.” He probably had some in his bag, but god. That was on the other side of the hall or something.
“Endurance. Right,” he returned, just as flatly. Heretofore, he had worked on speed and accuracy. And not so much physical speed as that of his fine motor skills to boot – lock-picking and dart-like. Mental endurance was also a walk in the park – he could concentrate enough to hold the equivalent of a lower body phase for hours – but physical? Laps around some godforsaken perimeter was not his idea of a good and/or productive time, thanks, and he figured he really didn't need it, anyway. If he wasn't fast enough and couldn't phase it, then he was screwed, wasn't he. Who'd care how long he could run then? “It can go to hell.”
"Hn. Your choice." Akaya said simply. Damn... he was still itching to move. His muscles nicely warm... the energy restless. Ehh... he would deal with it when the other left. "You alright?" The corners of his lips pulled up, forming a smirk, "Didn't go too hard on you?"
“I’m fine, brat,” Niou said. Though ask again tomorrow, and he wasn’t sure the answer’d be the same. He sat up, stretching. There was still something wrong with his back – and a knee. Not to mention the bruises he could all but feel going purple under his uniform – god damn. They’d probably be around for a week if not two, so thank you slow healing processes.
"Heh, you sure don't look it." But not like Akaya cared much. Though... he wanted to protest at the "brat" part, but decided not to. Maybe if he stopped reacting to it, the older boy would cease? Hopefully.
He wouldn’t, but Kirihara didn’t have to know that. Niou debated hanging around to watch some more, just for the hell of things, but decided against it, moving over to the door to collect his things. He already had a pretty good handle on Kirihara attack pattens anyway. Next time, the brat’s enhanced speed wasn’t going to be so much of an advantage.
“Later,” he said, with a parting wave over his shoulder.
When Niou turned to leave, Kirihara was already debating over what he could do now... what would have the best effect. The decision wasn't that hard to make, and Akaya threw a short, "Ja ne," to the other, then started stretching...
Backdated: 07 January 2006
Rating: PG for language and fighting.
Summary: Yeay, formal sparring. :D
Niou leaned against a wall outside the gym and resisted the urge to pace. It wasn't hard, lazy as he usually was, but the thought was there. Agreeing to partner Kirihara for training spars was probably one of the less intelligent concepts in existence, but hey. He needed to train before Ryoma got heavier and taller than him – the other already took karate, like half the other munchkins with less defensive powers. In contrast, Niou had lost something over five kilos during the past year, thanks to his sleep and change in eating habits. It was decidedly not a good thing.
Kirihara decided to show up a bit earlier, warming up would be good before any exercise. He didn't want to pull a muscle or anything of this kind. But to his surprise Niou has already been there... "Heh, so eager to get your ass beaten?" The younger boy shrugged and not waiting for the other, entered the gym. Not his problem that the white-haired idiot came earlier as well, he would warm up before they started anything... and that was that.
The sweatshirt went off and Akaya folded it neatly on a bench, together with a towel and a water bottle (surely would come in use). He was wearing a long, black sweatpants, long-sleeved shirt and light runners. Things that would let him move around freely. The training uniform be damned...
Niou followed the other in, shrugging out of his backpack, t-shirt and trackpants just inside the door, training uniform already underneath. He had very little problem with the apparel in question – mostly because it was comfortable in a clingy kind of way, and he didn’t particularly care what he looked like unless he had a job to do (or someone to impress: a category Kirihara most definitely did not fall into).
Settling down beside a bench by the wall for his own warm-ups, Niou queried: “So, sparring. Powers: yes-no? And: rules of engagement?”
The younger mutant took his time with answering. Beginning to warm up. After a moment, "Powers, no." A pause, as he stretched his legs, and then Akaya continued, "Though... I can't promise anything with my power." As annoying as it was to admit, he sometimes still had problems with control. Less often, but still... and besides, it reacted badly with Niou's. "As for rules, everything that applies for a normal spar, I guess." He eyed the older boy, "Unless, you have different ideas."
“Depends on your definition of ‘normal’,” Niou grinned. “Three-minute rounds and no hits below the waist? Or no holds barred, and we play ‘til KO? <3” In reality, Niou was holding no illusions over who would win: he simply didn’t have the muscle or background interest in martial arts to compete. But, hey. That was what training was for in the first place.
Kirihara smirked, "As much as I would love the second option, I don't want to get into too much trouble, yanno." Yes, surely if one of them were to pass out or get some serious injury, they would get punished.
The younger boy didn't say anything till he was finished with his warm ups, which took some time. When he finally did, with a last stretch of his shoulders, he asked, "Ready?"
“Bring it on,” Niou grinned, walking over to the middle of the hall and frog-crouching in lieu of a combat stance.
... what the hell? Akaya just stared, "What are you doing?"
“Waiting for you to attack me?” Niou laughed. The closer to the ground you were, the smaller the target you presented, and the less hard you were likely to fall. The less hard you fell, the less force you would impact with. The less force you impacted with, the more easily you could get back up again. Thus went the basic logic of a mathematician’s brain.
... Rolling his eyes, the boy watched Niou for a moment... "You're not taking this seriously, are you?" Akaya could very well smash the other's face on his knee now. Which... shouldn't really happen on normal spar. He could also very easily immobilise him... simply by tripping the phaser, straddling his back and twisting his arms behind... this would require agility, that Kirihara definitely had.
“Seriously enough,” Niou chuckled. To him, the talking, the teasing – it came part and parcel. Even if he didn’t have the explicit combat experience, he had seen his fair share of schoolyard bullies, and he had his eyes. As long as he could see the other, he knew he’d be able to intuitively read at least the next move ahead. Probably. The extra speed granted by Kirihara’s mutation would probably null any advantage to be gotten from that, though.
“By the way, you still haven’t said what is and isn’t allowed, you know <3”
Akaya circled around the other for few more moments, "You can use both, your hands and legs... just no hits below the waist... and no strangling of course." With that said, the younger mutant ducked down, his position resembling the stance of sprinters before the run. To get a proper hit he had to be in the same level as Niou... a feint... to the left, changing directions in a midstep, to the right... hand on the floor for a split second to keep him from falling, as the other one formed a fist and delivered the blow. As strong as possible in the awkward position.
Niou saw the feint but drew away too slow, Kirihara’s punch glancing off his jaw. He spun to the right with it, though a little stiffly, and kicked out in the other’s direction. Remaining low was to his advantage, having never sparred formally or by these rules before – the less physical area there was below the belt, the better.
The kick was met with an amused smirk on Akaya's side. Taking advantage of the situation he grabbed Niou's right hand and moving quickly behind the older boy, twisted his arm. It was always painful, but he made sure to not actually break the arm. Then... just as fast he pushed Niou down, by the neck... the position even more awkward and uncomfortable, especially for the person pinned, but yeah... it should end this round.
Niou yelped – okay, so being pinned from behind wasn’t comfortable, but all noises made, like most of his body-language, was merely dramatic effect. He dislocated his shoulder and the bone jutted out at an awkward angle, more obviously with Kirihara’s weight on it, and the skintight training uniforms to boot.
... "Oh, shit!" What the fuck? Kirihara released Niou's arm and backed few paces away.
The phaser laughed, kneeling. He popped his shoulder back into place and rolled it a bit. It was a party trick he’d been able to pull for as long as he could remember. Ah~ “Much better <3” He resumed his crouch.
Huh? "You can do that? ... Just like that?" Was the first thing Akaya blurted out, then... "But hey! That's not fair."
– a protest which might’ve been cute (in a very oblique way) in Niou’s books if it wasn’t so stupid. “That, from the brat who is not only stronger and heavier than me, but also supernaturally faster than average?” he asked, laughing again. “Talk to me about fair after you get your powers under control.”
With a glare Kirihara crouched as well, one hand propping him up as he put most of his weight on it, positioning himself just like he did earlier. In such stance he got a quicker start. Thinking about his options again his eyes caught one opening and his mind did the rest of the planning.
One moment he was few metres away, the next he was sliding under Niou, a'la soccer tackle, kicking the older mutant's foot. One hand finding the belt easily, the other grabbing the only loose part of uniform, the collar, Akaya braced himself, knee on the floor, and threw the taller body over his shoulder. Sure Niou might not have been light, but when you knew how to do the throw properly it didn't really matter.
The split second he was freefalling in the air, Niou felt himself phase – if there was one thing his mind couldn’t reign his powers in for, it was a loss of relativity – but then he hit the floor hard, and it still hurt like a bitch despite there being no actual impact. Lungs already intangible, he wasn’t winded, but something in his lower back had the sheer incongruity to feel fucked up.
Shit, he said, rolling over and curling his knees, but unable to talk for the phase either. He thumped a fist into the floor that likewise made no sound, scowling darkly. More than being thrown in the first place, losing control was arguably the more irritating, even if temporarily.
... Akaya didn't say anything, just walked away few paces. Better get a safe distance, you never knew... the opponent might be faking. He watched Niou few moments, red eyes fixed and narrowed. Flexing his shoulders a bit, the younger mutant waited till the other collected himself. No words were necessary...
And none were said. If there was one thing Niou didn’t fake, it was anger – no matter who it was aimed at. But, hey – no point in composing himself now. There was a fight going on.
Finally managing an audible growl, Niou launched himself at his opponent.
Oh? So the older boy finally was up for a real fight? Though... Akaya hasn't got many problems with dodging and deflecting the punches directed at him. The aim might not have been bad, but they were poorly delivered and all... too slow for him. Niou surely knew how to avoid getting hit, though. That only made the younger boy more intent on punching... which... made him quicker as well.
The spar continued for long moments... their difference was quite visible. Kirihara managed to give Niou few strong blows, others were, one way or other, weakened.
It wasn’t so much clean avoidance as the fact that the phaser could tell where Kirihara was aiming and react accordingly. Most of the brat’s hits still landed as expected, given their respective mutations, but Niou managed to avoid the brunt of the more direct blows, rolling and leaping so they glanced off – it still hurt, but he wasn’t floored again for the next twenty-eight minutes.
A pretty damned good record thanks, fact that he could now barely stand straight aside. But his eyes were getting used to Kirihara’s faster pace, managing to read two or even three moves ahead now, as opposed to the one or none when they’d begun. Either way, half an hour of elevated heart-rate was more than enough: Niou was not built for stamina. “I give,” he said at thirty-minutes exactly, flopping over on the floor.
Eyebrows raised high, Kirihara just stared. He... just started getting into it. But that was understandable. Niou didn't look like he had a lot of stamina in the first place, and Akaya was... a bundle of energy. He could go on for hours. But of course... he wouldn't insist.
"You need to work on your endurance." He said flatly, hands on hips. With a shrug he walked to the bench where he had his things. Well... he brought the water, but he didn't really feel like drinking. Grabbing the bottle, he walked back to Niou and tapped his forehead gently with it. "Thirsty?"
Niou cracked an eye open, mildly surprised. Even so, he accepted the water for two gulps – not touching it to dry lips – before setting it on the floor and flopping onto his back once again. “Thanks.” He probably had some in his bag, but god. That was on the other side of the hall or something.
“Endurance. Right,” he returned, just as flatly. Heretofore, he had worked on speed and accuracy. And not so much physical speed as that of his fine motor skills to boot – lock-picking and dart-like. Mental endurance was also a walk in the park – he could concentrate enough to hold the equivalent of a lower body phase for hours – but physical? Laps around some godforsaken perimeter was not his idea of a good and/or productive time, thanks, and he figured he really didn't need it, anyway. If he wasn't fast enough and couldn't phase it, then he was screwed, wasn't he. Who'd care how long he could run then? “It can go to hell.”
"Hn. Your choice." Akaya said simply. Damn... he was still itching to move. His muscles nicely warm... the energy restless. Ehh... he would deal with it when the other left. "You alright?" The corners of his lips pulled up, forming a smirk, "Didn't go too hard on you?"
“I’m fine, brat,” Niou said. Though ask again tomorrow, and he wasn’t sure the answer’d be the same. He sat up, stretching. There was still something wrong with his back – and a knee. Not to mention the bruises he could all but feel going purple under his uniform – god damn. They’d probably be around for a week if not two, so thank you slow healing processes.
"Heh, you sure don't look it." But not like Akaya cared much. Though... he wanted to protest at the "brat" part, but decided not to. Maybe if he stopped reacting to it, the older boy would cease? Hopefully.
He wouldn’t, but Kirihara didn’t have to know that. Niou debated hanging around to watch some more, just for the hell of things, but decided against it, moving over to the door to collect his things. He already had a pretty good handle on Kirihara attack pattens anyway. Next time, the brat’s enhanced speed wasn’t going to be so much of an advantage.
“Later,” he said, with a parting wave over his shoulder.
When Niou turned to leave, Kirihara was already debating over what he could do now... what would have the best effect. The decision wasn't that hard to make, and Akaya threw a short, "Ja ne," to the other, then started stretching...
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