towerofanimus | i'm giving it my all

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i'm giving it my all

Characters: Steinette and whoever wants to run across her
Setting: 4th Floor
Format: Action spam, but I'll follow you
Summary: After getting sent back "home" Stein's in need of a cool down. Time for someone to bother her during her half-naked martial arts, clearly.
Warnings:

A sound soul- [She jumps and kicks high, gracefully landing down on her other leg, already poised for another attack] Rests in a sound body- [A low kick this time, her leg sweeping around her in a perfect arc before she's back up on her feet] And a sound mind. [She strikes out behind her with her palm, a strange electricity emanating from her hand.

She repeats the mantra and the attacks, and probably would all day if she could. It would be such a shame for someone to interrupt her...]

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[She really wasn't expecting him to move so fast, and barely manages to dodge his attack in time, ducking low under his arm and off to the side.

Stein readies an attack with her soul, aiming at the center of his chest. She knows it won't do much, but it might buy her some time and get some distance on him.]

_{[his soul switches too quickly, and he immediately reacts, a sick little grin on his face.]}

Too slow.

_{[he aims a fast elbow jab at her head, snapping his other hand for her wrist in an effort to make the blow as painful as possible.]}

[She cries out, the force of the blow making her whole head throb. She's not entirely sure, but there's a good chance there's a stream of blood coming out of her nose. She can certainly taste it, at least.

The hit hurts and more than that, actually makes her dizzy to the point where she's almost glad for the hold on her wrist to keep her mostly upright in case she falls. That lasts for all of a second before she uses her free hand to grab onto his arm to make it easier to wrench her wrist out of his grip.

Stein aims a knee at her double's solar plexus, not quite desperate enough to start attacking below the belt. Yes, she made a mistake, but that didn't give her license to be mean, even if he wasn't exactly pulling any punches.]

_{[he lets her go, stepping back as fast as he can; she manages to get a knock on his chin with that knee of hers, but he doesn't seem to notice it. he doesn't seem to notice that his lip is bleeding from where it jammed into his teeth, either, and shoots back, swaying on his feet. he ducks, running forward, swiping at her legs with his own before trying to kick up at her body, trying to knock her over and kick her into the air simultaneously.]}

[She dives over his initial attack, avoiding getting tripped, but taking the full brunt of his kick instead. She grabs his leg, stitching her hands to it with her soul, trying to pull him down to the ground with her using the force of his own kick.]

_{[it's an awkward little twitch when she hits the ground, right on his leg. damn, that hurts. she's a little heavier than he thought, but he's not surprised; they're both covered in muscles, after all. it might be a soul attack, stitching them together, but he can't break it without focusing; he switches his wavelength, aiming a Soul Force at her as best he could.

maybe disturbing her current wavelength could break the stitching.]}

[She switches her wavelength to match his right after she feels the pulse of his attack. The stitches dissolve like he hoped they would. She leans up toward him, aiming her elbow at his throat.]

_{[he falls back, entirely landing on the floor for a half-second, viciously aiming another kick up again.]}

[She moves her arms to block, to at least keep him from kicking her teeth out, but it still knocks her onto her back. Her ears are ringing, and she's all kinds of ready to be done with this fight. She isn't quite ready to give up though, but attacking straight on isn't working very well. What she needs is a plan.

So she lays on the floor waiting for his next attack, biding her time instead.]

_{[he manages to stand, pulling himself up like a puppet, swaying on his feet again. slowly, he walks towards her, giggling softly.]}

I think... I think, first, I'll open your body. Your chest. I'll look at your lungs.

_{[he puts a boot on her, square in the center of her stomach. he's not gentle about it either.]}

Just to see the damage. If there's any.

Then, _{[he leans on her, leaning down, looking at her face, at her soul,]} I'm going to take you apart. Piece by piece. I'm going to look at every piece individually. I might take myself apart to see the differences.

And I'm taking out the screw.

_{[he leans close enough to see her eyes; something snaps in his. he blinks, staring at her, and pulls himself back up, staggering away from her.]

...I told you not to ask.}

[The wind gets knocked out of her when his foot comes down, but she doesn't thrash, doesn't move, other than a barely noticeable twitch of her fingers. Once he gets close enough, she's going to try and scratch him, his eye, his scar - maybe if she's lucky she'll pop out a few stitches. And she was just about to, too, when he pulls back.

She feels dizzy when she pushes herself back to her feet.]

You... Stopped. [She doesn't even bother hiding the surprise in her voice.]

......

_{[his head hurts. there's something there. for the first time since he'd left Shibusen he reaches up and turns the screw in his head, as slowly as possible.]

...Yes.

[he lets out a quiet breath and staggers back a few feet, still moving uneasily on his feet.]}

I don't know why.

[She doesn't want to push it and make him answer past that] Thank you.

You're really very powerful. I'm impressed.

Hn.

_{[he shakes his head, moving back towards the door as quickly as he could while moving in reverse.]}

Don't..

_{I...

I'm sorry.}

[She frowns and follows. He probably shouldn't be left alone right now.]

No need to apologize, it was just a mistake. I would have done the same in your position.

I want to take you apart.

_{[he hisses under his breath, turning at the screw violently, dropping down the stairs to the next level.]}

I want to take every piece of you apart. I can't control it. _{I can't..}

[Quietly, she follows after him. She feels bad, knows she shouldn't have antagonized him like that. But she's keeping her distance and remaining on the stairs, just in case she needs to get away.]

Just breathe. It's okay, you'll be okay. You've stopped that urge before.

_{..zhuzhuzhuzhuzhu..

...can only hear the noise.

[he looks at her over his shoulder, a sick little grin on his face; he lets out another slow hiss and looks away again.]}

There's no reason to stop it anymore.

[She takes a step back, going up on the next stair. She didn't want to run, she wanted to help him, but that look on his face made her a little worried.

Is that what she looked like when she got those urges? No wonder Spirit ran away from her.]

There's plenty reason to stop it. You need self-control, as stupid and pointless as it seems. Otherwise you're no better than the people you set out to kill.

...not once the world burns.

_{[enjoy this terrifying look. he turns, staring at her, the grin only widening.]}

[Fighting every instinct she has to just run, she remains on the stairs, staring down at him]

You should probably go and lay down.

_{[he steps towards her, incapable of smiling any wider.]}

She's changing everything.

_{There's no reason to hide anymore. I just have to stop the noise.}

[She stood her ground. She wasn't going to let some asshole - even if that asshole was herself - intimidate her like this.]

She's changed nothing. The only one that's changed is you.

You've given yourself over to the madness. And now you feel better because you don't have to listen to anyone anymore, right? But in exchange for your supposed freedom, you have to deal with the constant noise. I might be bound up hiding my true desires to cut up and explore, but at least I can get a little peace and quiet in my head when I want it.

_{[he stares at her for a long moment, the smile gone from his face; he stares at her, and something else flares up in his soul: anger. actual, pure anger.]

I am not broken.

[he walks towards her, exuding danger, his soul flaring.]}

[She couldn't remember the last time she'd actually gotten angry. Annoyed, sure. Agitated, definitely. But anger wasn't a typical emotion for her to feel. And it scared the hell out of her seeing a version of herself in such a state.

He was insane and now he was pissed off and coming towards her. Hardly a pleasant combination.

She moved up a few steps slowly, trying to keep the fear she was feeling from filtering out to her soul. She had a few ideas of what he might do if he realized that she was actually afraid.]

I never said you were broken. I merely said you had to give something up in order to get what you have now.

i'm giving it my all

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what a badass icon

A badass lady deserves a badass icon

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that icon is also very hot.

She's just hot in general

awwww yeeeee

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