Deadline: 12/19/2015
Specifications:
750 word minimum, no maximum
Combatants:
Time Hunter Levi Magnus Strider
80: 6 (Paige Joshi)
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"Vs. Six" (Click to Show)
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The Organization[spoiler="Vs. Levi"]Zero One:
The horizon lit up in a blaze as the Sun touched down, its bright glare dancing across the shimmering water. In its restlessness, the ocean stole the golden sand away from her bare feat, futilely trying to draw her in. As the wind began to pick up, kicking the waves up behind its heels, the woman’s grey cloak danced. Her blonde hair mostly wrapped into a ponytail, an incessant habit of hers, gently swayed in the breeze as well. Her violet eyes vacantly starred across the horizon, perhaps searching for something.
Kept you waiting, huh?
Turning around, she was met with a dark, hooded figure, the dim light of the sunset was only bright enough to light up her lips, full yet pale, as though all the blood had drained from her face. Deliberately, she held her hood down, bracing against the ceaseless wind.
“I’d prefer it if we spoke aloud.”
“Most people do…it’s quite troubling.”
“What would be troubling is if you woke the others up.”
The shadowy woman held her cloak and curtsied, “Milady.”
The blonde woman grimaced in annoyance, “Raise your head One, I’ve no time for your games.”
The shadow snickered as the woman turned back to the sea. The horizon was a brilliant lilac now with bright pink brush strokes streaking across it. “You used to, Acel.”
The woman was quick to correct her, “Cecilia.”
“Old habits die hard,” she conceded, poking fun at a certain choice of hairstyle, “Why did you summon me…Cecilia?”
Ignoring the snide comment, the woman brushed an errant blond strand from her face before answering. “You recently recruited a new Six…do you think this one is strong enough?”
“She’s talented, but it’s obvious she’s nowhere close to where we…where you need her to be.”
Cecilia knelt down as the golden crown of the sun was swallowed by the depths, grasping the cold white sand in her palms.
“How long?”
One pondered for but a moment, she didn’t want to underestimate her new recruit but forgoing her answer longer than necessary was not an option with regards to Cecelia.
“A year at most perhaps…”
Cecelia closed her fist and a disturbing crackling noise filled the air. As though she were a ventriloquist, her reply seemed disembodied, resonating with and yet splitting the air around her.
“That’s too long, One.”
Immediately, One dropped to her knees and bowed her head, “She’s only human, Milady! Any more could kill-“
In an instant, Cecelia was gone from the water’s edge and standing over One, her free hand wrapped around One’s throat. With that single hand, she effortless pulled her up, her eyes glowing golden.
“If she’s not ready in time, I’ll kill her myself.”
She dropped her and One collapsed to the ground, gasping for air. Cecelia did not even pay her another glance and began to walk away, dropping a small clear crystal on the ground.
“I expect to hear from you tomorrow One, I hear she has a fight tomorrow!” she called out as she left.
As the moon began to take its seat in the center of the night sky, its light became scatter across the moonlit beach by the gem of crystalized sand.
Four:
“Gah! This is totally hell!” whined Four as the relentless sun beat down her umbrella. She always preferred the cool, dark solitude of her inner sanctum, only lit by the soft dim light of computer monitors. Instead of the raucous waves assaulting her delicate ears as the crashed upon the cruel sand, she would rather be lulled to sleep by the silent whir of fans and clicks of hard drives being read. Truly, Pleasant Beach was a terrible destination.
“It’s not that hot all,” grumbled Six bored out of her mind, “It’s probably cause you’re wearing that silly dress.
“What would you know you stupid normalfag?! I’ll have you know this is top of the attire direct from France. I always where this set whenever I go out!”
“Normal- what?”
A tap on the shoulder prompted Six to turn back. Startled, she instinctively step back, the face of Four’s bland, uninspiring manservant, Wooster, greeted her.
“Please avoid discussing Miss’s garments and wardrobe. Despite rarely leaving the flat, she is very well versed in her knowledge and awareness of French and Japanese fashion trends. She takes great pride in it,” he pleaded.
Six rolled her eyes and folded her arms, her black scarf dancing to the tune of the serene wind.
“They’re here…” she remarked, completely ignoring Wooster.
A floating long haired woman surrounded by chains constantly streaming around her had reached the beach and begun to approach them. As she came closer, Six began to feel her blood boil with excitement. She could feel a radiant aura of power emanating from the chained woman, she was strong and she made no attempts to hide it. Behind her was a blonde boy with glasses who wasn’t really notable in anyway, Six paid him no mind.
“Maybe, this wasn’t a complete waste of time after all.”
Closer now, the silver haired woman softly floated to the ground, not a grain of sand shifting as she touched down. Her accomplice, a little ways back, rushed to catch up. Arms folded as well, she began to size Six up. Six shook with excitement as she felt the woman’s eyes brush up against her body.
“This shouldn’t take long.”
For a second, Six was taken a back. Was she being underestimated?
“HUH! You think you can take me just cause you float around?!”
The lady of chains widened her eyes in confusion. Suddenly, Six doubled back, clutching her sides. She tried to protest, but she had to catch her breath first.
“Deam Catena I presume? Sorry about my kid’s outburst, she’s really new to the whole thing,” apologized Four.
Despite not being very strong, Four’s punch completely caught Six off-guard, winding her for a crucial moment. Catena chuckled and shook Four’s outstretched hand.
“I am only here observe this young man fight. He wants to join our clan,” she revealed.
“Him…Really?” Six complained, still gasping for air.
“You didn’t read the dossier I gave you did you?” Four chuckled and then turned around signaling Wooster. “I’m sure you’ll figure it out,” she mocked as she walked to viewing benches.
Six:
Six was visibly displeased. Instead of fighting the chained witch, she had to play with this smiling idiot. Although, he didn’t look nearly as boring as Wooster, he still looked like a regular chump. Her old sensei, a terrible old fool, warned her to never underestimate her opponents, but he was probably dead in a ditch somewhere. Confidently, Six held up her hand fingers outstretched.
“This is how long this fight’s going to last. It’ll only take five minutes. You here?”
“Really now,” he joked, “I’m not sure you’ve got what it takes kid, I’m pretty strong ya know?”
This guy’s optimism was starting to become grating. “The name’s Levi, Levi Magnus Strider. What’s yours?”
“Tell you what if you manage to live to tell the tale, I tell you my name. Hell, I’ll even give you my number, you worthless maggot.”
Levi chuckled brushing his messy blonde hair back.
“You sure talk a big game, but let’s make this fight more interesting. If I win, you have to go on a date with me.”
“Ok,” scoffed Six, “A deal then.”
Levi took his glasses off and polished them with his sword. “You really don’t want anything, if you win?”
“What can a dead man give me?” Six asked, cracking her fists.
“Fair enough, but this won’t be as easy as you think.” As Levi took his stance, Six felt