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Post by Terenzio DeVito on Nov 23, 2008 9:24:07 GMT -5
Trinell laughed as Lynn mock bowed, returning the gesture. "If there were a mat, you would have to bow before getting on and off," She grinned. "But since there's no mat, you don't have to bow except when you're speaking to Djakael or I. It's just a sign of respect, and I'll bow back to you half the time." She added, her grin wide. She could see Lynn's uneasiness, and she allowed her expression to become soft, comforting.
"And don't worry about whether your best is enough or not, I can tell when you're doing your best and that's all I want." She said after a moment, smiling at Lynn gently. They were probably about the same age, so it would be weird for Lynn to bow to her and call her Sensei. 'I'd find it weird too if the roles were reversed.' Thought Trinell, blinking at just the feel of the thought. It felt... backwards.
Shaking her head, Trinell grinned and spoke again. "As for when to start.... Well, we can start now. But for the next classes, you may want to wear a loose t-shirt and some sweatpants. Oh, and you'll need a sports bra. Trust me, it'll be extremely uncomfortable without it." She said, chuckling lightly at a past memory where she had forgotten to put her sports bra on before going to train with Djakael. It had not been fun.
Pulling out of her thoughts, Trinell went into Sensei mode, as Djakael liked to call it, and pulled said fox out of his thoughts and in front of her.
"The first thing I want you to learn is something that is exceptionally beneficial on the street and if someone is ever trying to rape you. You know as well as I how often that happens and since I don't want that to happen, this is how you stop it." She turned to Djakael and said, "Cobra." Djakael nodded in understanding and moved so that his side was facing Lynn, Trinell following suit. "Okay, so let's say that you're both on your knees for some reason or another. What you do is, basically, hug his neck. The only difference is that when you hug it-" She slowly put him in the Cobra choke, showing her words with her hands. "-You have to keep the bone of your forearm on the back of his neck. Grab yours elbows. Shrug. That is the Cobra choke. Simple, but deadly. If you ever have to use this on someone, they won't die but they will be paralyzed if you don't hold back on them. I won't say on who, but I have used it before and I assure you, it works." Trinell shook her head and rocked back on her heels. "So, it's hug, grab, shrug. An important thing to remember while you're doing it is don't muscle it. All you need is a little shrug, and they'll be tapping." She exlpained, Djakael nodding.
"And a tap is basically like crying uncle. If we're practicing and I tap, let go of whatever hold you've got. It means that you've got it and I don't wanna be in it." He said, grinning and chuckling.
"Okay, so do it to Djakael and I'll watch to make sure you've got it. Don't do it fast, I'd rather not have Djakael become paralyzed from the neck down because of a simple mistake." She said, moving so that she could watch Lynn.
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Post by sleepwalker on Nov 23, 2008 11:15:00 GMT -5
Lynn returned Trinell’s smile as she spoke, listening carefully. She was anxious to start, excited yet fairly nervous; she had little to no experience in fighting. Looking down at herself, she remembered that she had thrown on a pair of jeans and a not so loose t-shirt, and she was definitely not wearing a sports bra. Hoping that her bra condition wouldn’t matter so much for her first lesson, she sat tenser, ready to begin.
She analysed the situation Trinell had given her, although she thought the chances that would ever happen were slim, she knew it was always a possibility. Lynn could think of a few situations, recent or not, where she could have used some fighting skills. Biting her bottom lip, she took in Trinell’s instructions.
As Djakael explained the tapping, Lynn was relieved to see that he was calm, noting that he would be fine with her practicing the choke hold on him. “Okay, not too fast.” Nodding to Trinell, she took a deep breath, calculating the best angle to go at. Before she started she dipped her head to Djakael, then at a steady pace she moved her arm around his neck and the bone in her arm found the back of his neck. Using her other arm she grabbed her elbow and applied pressure, hoping that she was doing alright so far she flicked a light shrug, she watched to see how Djakael would react.
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Post by Terenzio DeVito on Nov 23, 2008 11:44:27 GMT -5
Djakael tapped Lynn's back swiftly as she shrugged, feeling the familiar pain in the back of his neck as the pressure was applied. She had gotten it right on the first try, which didn't really surprise him. It was an easy enough technique, and Trinell was a good teacher.
"Looks like Dj here said everything we need to know!" Laughed Trinell, clapping. "Good job Lynn. Now, I'm going to show you the best part about the Cobra choke. Dj, stand up." Smirking, Trinell watched Djakael stand up, groaning. He knew what she was going to do. "We're going to create a more realistic scenario. Okay, so you're goin' along, mindin' your own business, and some random guy who's bigger and stronger than your grabs your wrist or arm." Djakael snatched her right arm. "Don't pull back. Use his strength against him and jump up and Cobra him." Djakael jerked her arm towards him, Trinell allowing herself to be pulled until she was close enough, where she leapt up and, locking her legs around Djakael's waist, sunk her Cobra in and shrugged. It was almost a blur, and Trinell didn't even get to finish her shrug before Djakael was tapping, his hand slapping her back. Her arms and legs flew open, releasing Djakael, and she pushed away from him, landing on her feet calmly.
"That one is one that we have to be careful about practicing because if you don't trust your partner to hold you up, you can end up hurting them ten times worse. Really, it's one of those moves that you do on the streets for the first time and get it perfect." She said, shrugging. "But do you see what I mean about it being the best part? If someone's trying to kidnap you and you jump on them instead of trying to get away, won't it stun them long enough for you to sink it in and put them on their ass?" She added. Djakael nodded, rubbing his neck.
"Man, that one hurt. Are you trying to tell me something, Trinell?" Asked Djakael, pouting slightly at her. Trinell rolled her eyes.
"Oh, you big wimp. I just haven't done that one to you in a while. You'll survive." She said, rolling her eyes at him. Turning to Lynn, she said, "Alright. Since I'd like to have the peace of mind that you'll be fine on your way home, do the one I just showed you. But take care that once you jump up, you don't immediately sink in your choke. If you don't have a good enough grip and you sink in your choke and fall, it could be bad. So take it step by step, basically." She instructed, Djakael turning to face Lynn. He reached out for her arm.
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Post by .: T O K I :. on Nov 23, 2008 12:10:30 GMT -5
Amber trotted lazily down the vacant alley. The cover of the buildings hardly covered up any sunlight shining down on the streets. Seagulls flew in circles creating their own antics while the pounding of feet against the stone cold ground sounded below. As she padded on, she saw a swath of sunlight. Beyond; the beautiful illumination of the endless ocean. Her spirits skyrocketed as she realized how wonderful the day is. The shining ocean, the happy people, the warm rays of the sun, the calm breeze; it seemed nothing would go wrong today.
Amber loped ahead, eager to reach the sun’s heat that touched the earth. When the finally got there, she immediately plopped down on the stone to soak up the warmth that the ground collected. She closed to eyes to nearly slits and sighed contently. After a moments rest, she opened them wider and took a look at her surroundings. Not many people were around which completely surprised Amber. It was a nice day and she couldn’t fathom why so few people were out and about.
Glancing around once more, she spotted the reason. DJ, Trinell, and some other person were fighting… again. Can’t they practice somewhere else? For moment anger clouded her thoughts, but they soon dispersed as she thought how it would be like if more people were here. Thinking it through she pondered; well they might as well keep the crowd away and keep the peace and quiet at stay. Yawning she decided to watch them anyway from the corner only to be seen if someone looked really closely. Amber didn’t know who that other girl was, but they all looked like friends. Then again, DJ and Trinell were ones to make friends easily.
No matter I’ll just stay here, just a regular cat lying in the sun. Nothing wrong with that, she thought happily. As she peered at them more closely, she came to a conclusion that the day would be long. Luckily the breeze seemed never-ending, contrasting with the hot air; giving her a perfect resting area. Taking a deep breath, she splayed her legs out behind her, stretched her forelegs out front, and idly relaxed her head comfortably on them to observe their fighting techniques.
((Just boredom. If you don't want me in, don't do anything, if you do, just... think of something. xD)
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Post by sleepwalker on Nov 23, 2008 16:56:48 GMT -5
Relief spread through her as she felt the tap on her back, she grinned widely, proud of herself for nailing the technique. “Are you alright?” She asked Djakael quietly, confirming that he was okay. Turning to face Trinell her mouth straightened slightly, but still held its happy edge. She took half a step backwards as they began another demonstration, hoping she would find it as easy as the first.
’Don’t pull back. Use his strength against him’. It makes sense. It’s something he wouldn’t expect. Lynn nodded to herself as she studied Trinell’s next move. As Trinell jumped onto Djakael and locked herself on, Lynn stretched half her mouth into a frown. How am I supposed to do that? She could barely follow Trinell’s movements; it was obvious that they were well practiced. “I guess I can try that.” Lynn felt a pang of remorse for Djakael, he was pretty much the guinea pig for today’s practice, but she was glad that he took the situation with good humour. She laughed as they bickered. They were surrounded by an atmosphere of warmth, something that Lynn was jealous of.
“Don’t drop me,” Lynn laughed nervously as he extended towards her arm. It wasn’t Djakael, but she just found it hard for herself to put too much trust into people, especially if it could cause someone to get hurt. As Djakael reeled her in, she readied herself, and then jumped into him when she judged the right moment. In a second her arm was securely around his neck, but a flash of her own dark hair momentarily covered her vision. When she whipped it out of her eyes, the first thing she saw was an odd cat watching them; it was perched not too far from them, behind Djakael. For a reason she didn’t completely understand, her breath caught and she faltered. In a moment of panic she eased her grip around his neck, but used her other to grab his shirt, not wanting to fall or hurt him.
As quickly as she had attached herself to Djakael, she had disappeared into a thin blur, shrinking a tremendous deal in size. Her heart was beating in her throat, she was frantic. In a split second the ferret had found herself skittering over Djakael’s shoulder, and into his shirt, where she dug her tiny claws into his skin, frantic for an escape.
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Post by .: T O K I :. on Nov 23, 2008 20:06:14 GMT -5
As Amber watched the situation unfold she leaped to her paws in instant interest. With the flick of her ears, she thought through of what just happened. Why did she change? What caused it? Did DJ or Trinell say something I didn’t hear? Thinking back to the moment before her transformation, she had looked at Amber. Was it me? Amber tried to recall anytime they had previously met, but thought of nothing.
Unconsciously, she swished her long whip-like tail in a slow easy rhythm. Although Amber was worried about the situation, she couldn’t help but chuckle under her breath at DJ’s surprised expression. The small brown ferret was franticly scratching about. Probably ruining his “perfect skin”. When will DJ and Trinell finally notice me? I’m surprised someone else found me before them. Again chuckling, she sat and watched the show unfurl, all the while twitching her whiskers in humor.
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Post by Terenzio DeVito on Nov 26, 2008 7:47:25 GMT -5
"I won't," chuckled Djakael, grabing her wrist and pulling her towards him fairly fast. It wasn't as fast as it would be on the street, but that was okay. That would put her in the wrong mindset, and he didn't want to be hurt or for her to feel bad for hurting him.
She performed the move perfectly until her hair got in her face and she shook her head, clearing it out of the way. At that point, she froze, loosening her grip on his neck, and grasping his shirt.
Trinell watched in horror as Lynn faltered, slipping some. Djakael went to catch her but was too late. Lynn had Shifted. She was a Shifter, and a ferret at that.
Djakael didn't move as Lynn fled into his shirt, skittering up his chest onto his shoulder, her sharp little claws digging into his flesh. They hurt, but he did nothing. He merely watched as Trinell dashed over, skidding to a stop before him. She stared over his shoulder for a moment, a look of understanding coming over her face, before turning her attention to Djakael and Lynn.
"Lynn," She called gently, pulling some of Djakael's shirt down to get a better look. She still couldn't see her. "Come out, Lynn. We won't hurt you, and neither will Amber, I promise." She paused for a moment, looking around for anyone she wouldn't want to hear her words. Finding no one, she turned back to Lynn. "We're Shifter's too. All three of us."
Djakael strained his neck, looking over his shoulder, and blinked when he was Amber standing on a boulder not too far away. Careful not to jostle his body too much for fear of frightening Lynn more, he slowly manuvered one of his arms and motioned her over. His attention returned to Lynn and Trinell after that. If Amber didn't want to come over, she didn't have to.
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Post by Rena DeVito on Nov 26, 2008 11:56:39 GMT -5
The feminine form slide easily from shadow to shadow. She made her way carefully down cluttered alleys, only to find herself facing the bright sunlight and a lovely beach. She quickly stepped back into the shadows, unnoticed because of a strange ruckus going on. As a girl transformed into a ferret, Taavi felt her stomach drop. They were Shifters. Perhaps that wasn't the best assumption, considering that she had only seen one shift, but she had this theory about Shifters. Where there was one, there were more.
She, herself was an exception to her rule, for she was every bit of a loner as a hermit. The only thing that drove out of her hidden home was the fact that she was literally starving to death. She needed to find a temporary shelter, and the best way to do that is to be a weak, helpless little animal. The girl's simple dress fit loosely on Taavi, when it was usually a perfect fit. Taavi was only skin and bones right now, and it made a rather pitiful show. Taavi's raven hair was falling over her shoulders in a greasy, knotted disarray. She had left herself unkept, so when in her animal form, she would look abandoned.
Taavi carefully glanced around, making sure no one was watching her. Her eyes landed on a broken beer bottle, and she had sudden inspiration. Closing her eyes for a moment, she concentrated on changing to her fox form. She could feel herself shrinking, smaller and smaller, until she stood less then a foot tall. The vixen stepped forward elegantly, towards the broken bottle. She carefully pressed one paw unto the broken glass, catching her breath at the sting. Pulling back, she examined the self inflicted wound with approval. Now she wouldn't need to fake the limp. She caught sight of herself in a nearby puddle. The reflection showed a dirty, mangy fox, with blood dripping from one foot. She turned for a side view. She winced at the sight of each rib distinctly sticking out of her side. She had gone longer without food then she thought. When you live alone, you tend to loose track of time.
Turning back towards the other Shifters, she let out a pathetic whimper, knowing that the two animals would hear her. She slowly limped, just to the edge of the light. and then paused, shrinking back 'fearfully.' She hoped that at least one of them would have a tender heart, and want to take care of the poor little fox. Now, it wasn't unusual for there to be a fox in the city, because after the city had been built right in the middle of their territory, the foxes had simply adjusted to city life. But it was unusual for one to see a fox. They were fairly reclusive and liked to be left alone.
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Post by .: T O K I :. on Nov 26, 2008 13:34:21 GMT -5
Amber’s thoughts were cut short when a quiet whimper echoed on the walls behind her. She leaped on her feet in surprised and spun around facing the alley. What she saw surprised her and made her fur stand on end. Slowly her fur lied back to its normal position and she examined what was in front of her. A skinny fox stood there gazing at Trinell and DJ.
Its fur was unkept and dirt clumped the fur together. Glancing further, Amber could see ribs sticking out from its chest. Its eyes gleamed in the shadows of the alley. Poor thing must be starving. Scourging her eyes over the fox, her eyes immediately locked on her paw. She held it dangling up while little droplets of blood dripped from the wound.
Amber flicked her ear, part in greeting and part in worry. She spoke quietly as to not scare the canine, “Hey are you ok?” She figured there was no point in introductions; she needed help fast. Nearly starving, being dirty, and wounded must be getting on her. Amber blinked, deep in thought. She didn’t want to seem too sympathetic. Maybe she was starving, but she wouldn’t want too much attention, just help. And that’s what I’m going to do.
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Post by sleepwalker on Nov 26, 2008 15:43:43 GMT -5
Fear clutched Lynn by the throat, she found herself gasping for air, feeling as though she was drowning. She continued to dance through Djakael’s shirt, but she found it disturbingly odd that he didn’t struggle or panic. A wave of shame washed over her, she wanted to hide, to run away from the scene. Why couldn’t she control her power, and resorted to shifting at when she was afraid? Lynn was unaware of the maze of ferret tracks that followed her, blood escaping from Djakael’s wounds.
“Lynn,” She grew icy cold and motionless as her round ears captured Trinell’s words, it all felt very wrong, They should be scared of me, shouldn’t they? She remained deathly still as Trinell continued to try and sooth her. Amber? There had been no Amber with them, who was she talking about? As Trinell finished speaking a sudden realisation dawned on Lynn. It made sense now, the wolf and kit jokes, and the way Djakael and Trinell were too calm, or at least appeared to be when Lynn had miraculously transformed into a ferret.
As his body moved, slightly as it was, Lynn tightened her claws and grew closer to his back, still fearful. Within the second she released her grasp, finally conscious of the pain she must have caused him. Her eyes were steaming with shame, most of her fear had been set loose; it had been pure luck that she had been practicing with shifters, so the harm she had caused was minimal. Lynn had no wish to move forward, doubting she had the courage to even look at the two again. She slumped out of Djakael’s shirt, fell to the ground, and then remained in the sand at his feet. She buried her muzzle into the ground, embarrassed.
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