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Post by aberrantarbiter on Feb 12, 2013 16:05:53 GMT -5
Gamzee and Kurloz walked side-by-side through the hallways of the church, Gamzee on the left and Kurloz on the right. Gamzee's eyes were traveling along the stripe painted on the wall beside him as Kurloz stared straight ahead. It had become somewhat of an awkward, unspoken tradition that the two of them would inevitably meet in the hallway at some point on their way to their mutual ancestor's room and be forced to walk the rest of the way together.
This was awkward for one reason and one reason only. Gamzee never shut up around the mute. The entire way, the younger of the two clowns would run his mouth about the dumbest things, from his managing to successfully operate a toaster oven to how the Messiahs painted the moon of Earth white instead of black so that they could have light at night. Completely moronic things that made Kurloz want to claw out his hear ducts, being babbled nonstop, and there was nothing he could do to stop him. Especially because he would never goddamn look at him when he was talking to him. And when he would try to walk faster or slow down, Gamzee would speed up or slow down to match his pace. And more than once, Kurloz had considered taking his mace to his blood-brother's head, but he had a distinct feeling that would be considered unfair in their match to earn the title of the next head priest.
Gamzee, for one, greatly enjoyed his one-sided conversations with Kurloz. Kurloz wouldn't bother telling him that he was saying stupid things or anything of the sort. He just walked, smiled and listened, and that was more than good enough for him.
Kurloz could barely hold back a sigh of relief as the two came to their destination. He knocked on the door, smiling as usual.
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Post by malignaberration on Feb 12, 2013 16:43:41 GMT -5
"You're late."
The Highblood's voice, that oddly calm, reserved voice that never seemed to fit his appearance, was an immediate follow up of the knocking. The aforementioned door slowly creaked open on it's old, rusty hinges before it was just open wide enough to allow the two to enter -- as per usual. Valdis stood on the other side, those frigid, indigo eyes of his giving the two a stern once over before standing aside to let them in, closing the large door quickly once having entered. The set up in the room was.. different, this time around. The large area was avoid of any weapon, of any sort. The numerous practice equipment all neat and organized in the far corner of the room.
"When I take time out of my day and offer my teachings in the art of battle, I don't expect motherfuckin' tardy ingrates with the intention to waste my time showing up and doing just that. Do I make myself clear, wrigglers?" The towering highblood advanced to the centre of the room before turning to them once more. His hair, however unbeknown as to how he was able to, was pulled back in a messy pony tail, so it wasn't covering the majority of his face like usual. However his garb differed very little; those polka dotted pants of his being the only article of clothing on his tall, tall frame.
"As you know, you won't always have a weapon in arm's reach whenever the need for one calls. And so today," He cracked his neck, "we will be learning about," He rolled his shoulders until they popped, "motherfuckin' hand-to-hand combat." And he finished with cracking the joints in his fingers and knuckles, a smirk curling at his tattooed lips as he eyed the two.
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Post by aberrantarbiter on Feb 12, 2013 18:12:26 GMT -5
Kurloz bowed his head in apology, smile sliding from his stitched-up lips for a moment. Before Gamzee had come, he had never been late. (Granted, the Highblood often just said that he was late when he really wasn't, but that's another complaint; this time, he actually was late). Now, it was at least once a week, if not more. Damn little brother.
Gamzee grinned lazily. "Shit, motherfucker, all sorts and breeds of motherfuckin apologies coming at you from me, you hear? Although, a motherfucker's gotta be asking as to why we motherfucking have to learn this when we got a strife specibus all to be pulling out of nowhere when we gotta."
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Post by malignaberration on Feb 12, 2013 18:38:09 GMT -5
The Highblood regarded Kurloz with a slight grunt.. before turning to Gamzee, almost able to feel the little muscles around his ocular twitch in annoyance. Life was so much easier when he had his one apprentice, and a good little apprentice too, that motherfucker never talked back; never asked questions. But this one.. urg.
"Do you want to be totally motherfuckin' dependant on those clubs of yours, wriggler? No? Good, now shut 'yer 'chute and put those auricular sponge clots to good use an' motherfuckin' listen up." Valdis took one more step back and looked as though he was going to go into a fighting position before pausing, musing silently to himself before standing up straight. "Actually, before I start -- what do you two actually motherfuckin' know 'bout actual, proper hand-to-hand combat. Pretty sure y'all ain't been taught nothing yet, just askin' on a wishful whim." He crossed his large arms over his chest, tapping a finger on his upper arm as he awaited an answer.
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Post by aberrantarbiter on Feb 12, 2013 18:45:23 GMT -5
Gamzee actually did know a good bit about combat, even if he didn't like it. Living as close to seadwellers as he had made some knowledge of emergency combat pretty important, and hell if he didn't know how to smack a bitch when he needed to. "Never motherfuckin' ever be all tucking your motherfucking thumb up into the rest of your hand and be holding onto that shit, man. Let that little motherfucker all be resting on the side like, else when you punch it hurts like shit. Also, ain't never be afraid to be using what you got around you against them. Like the motherfuckin floor, man. Shit right here could all be used to break a motherfucking sniffer. And all of your body's a motherfucking weapon too, haha, ain't just your hands and feet."
Kurloz was silent, as usual. Gamzee looked over at him. "What, ain't you got anything to say, brother?" he looked genuinely surprised, "Would've motherfucking thoguht you'd be all over this shit." Kurloz flipped him off. Gamzee blinked, and then grinned. "Hahaha, uh, right. Shit, sorry brother."
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Post by malignaberration on Feb 12, 2013 20:35:03 GMT -5
Valdis nodded towards Gamzee, actually not very surprised that he at least knew that much about physical combat. That was the basics -- life experience if you will, he too had to learn that when he was his age. "Good. That's solid information." He took that step back like he had before, nodding slowly. "Some good motherfuckin' advice told to me when I was a wriggler, told to me by the elder Grand Highblood before I was to 'quietly assume the position from which to initiate the attack and then swiftly make the motherfuckin' attack with no hesitation'. That said.." He cracked both sets of knuckles against his palm, the old joints easily submitting and popping against the slight force that he gave.
"Come at me, pupas, show me what 'ya both got." He smirked, holding his arms out to the side of him.
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Post by aberrantarbiter on Feb 12, 2013 20:44:49 GMT -5
Kurloz flashstepped, leaving Gamzee moderately confused. Kurloz reappeared behind his Ancestor, feinting at him.
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Post by malignaberration on Feb 12, 2013 21:00:38 GMT -5
Almost as quickly as the flashstep had been initiated, Valdis had whipped around and had forced one of his large hands towards the younger indigo's torso and forced him to the ground, kneeling beside him as that cruel smirk stayed plastered on his scared and marred features. "Good tactic, but I knew -- I motherfuckin' knew -- you were goin' to do that. The offensive is to always surprise the opponent, but don't be so vapid with your form of that motherfuckin' tactic. Ya'hear?"
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Post by aberrantarbiter on Feb 12, 2013 21:07:58 GMT -5
The second Makara leaped at the larger one's back.
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Post by malignaberration on Feb 13, 2013 6:27:15 GMT -5
Valdis' eyes flickered over behind him when he felt the added weight on his back, still keeping that every apparent force on Kurloz's chest before shaking his head. "Now that 'yer there, what're you gonna to do? There ain't much, kid." And with some easy shifting on his part, the Highblood quickly had both of his younger bloodlinks pinned under each hand, looking between the two with a heavy sigh. "Good start, I 'spose. 'Least you two know motherfuckin' sumthin' 'bout hand-to-hand." He stood up, releasing the two before sauntering back towards the centre of the room. "You wanna surprise the opposition -- but y'all don't wanna be doin' somethin' all beknowin'. Goin' behind them leaves a shit-ton of motherfuckin' time for them to whirl a punch or kick at 'ya, and goin' for the legs.. eh, better then goin' for the motherfuckin' back bu' not by much. Go all out when 'yer first attackin', do sumthin' they'd never expect in all their lowly fuckin' sweeps an' leave 'em dumbfounded. Yeah?"
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Post by aberrantarbiter on Feb 13, 2013 16:31:15 GMT -5
The two nodded. Kurloz was frustrated that he had been brought down so quickly. He was next to useless with hand-to-hand combat. He rarely if ever used his own hands to do anything, and to have to do so and do it well... it was confusing and difficult. He'd try harder, do better, and someday he would be the one to kill the troll pinning him down and ascend to his rank in power, leaving his ancestor nothing but a corpse and his little brother dust on the wind. They would all fall before him, just wait... but first. First, he had to become stronger. Learn to control himself, learn to fight properly. Only then could he be successful.
Gamzee just didn't care.
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