How far will you go? (open)

[Gabriel Seran]

Passion, heated rage. There was enough of the sort flying around nowadays to kindle an everlasting fire something Gabriel saw fit to burn along with. He deserved it, his body was far too weak for his ambitions. Nothing seemed to be working out as he'd hoped, well that wasn't entirely true. His militants were superior than most however they were still frayed by disorganization as they were before.

Gabriel took his anger out in silence as he fumed away behind a computer in the lounge. His feet angled up onto the table as he breathed lightly. Tapping the shoes tightly together as he removed his glove. This was the first moment in a while he'd been able to look at it without feeling disgust. The light layer of plastic skin had been melted off when he fought against Mr. Purple, it would seem as though his powers were increasing but still he wasn't strong enough.

The burden weighed heavily on him. In a fit of rage Gabriel slammed the metal fist against the table slicing it in half as it came crumbling down with a crash. His eyes narrowed on it. Still too weak, I need more power. The metal hand rested against the computer outlet summoning a static storm around the palm. a slight buzzing ringing in the air.

[Bastille]

“geez, and I thought I had issues”

Crimson eyes glowed bright blue in the prominent moon light filtering in through the glass windows. She stepped into the light revealing her crimson eyes and her shoulder length hair gently curling about her shoulders. She went to push it up into a pony tail and then crossed her arms over her chest looking at him suspiciously. His anger would be his downfall…his inability to restrain his wants…he was not fit for his own mission. Bastille knew it might take a while…but he most certainly would fall…

Her crimson eyes narrowed as she went to pull out a cigarette calmly and took a glance at his arm. No muscle…his arm had been chopped off and replaced. It also seemed the electric currents going through his body where higher then normal human levels. Her eyes caught the way his muscles reacted to it,..the way they rippled over his arms and his body tensed and fell. Body language was almost always correct. She sighed and lit her cigarette at the tip and then pulled it away with her fingers letting a steady stream of smoke come out. She wasn’t curious enough to ask.

[Gabriel Seran]

“geez, and I thought I had issues”

Gabriel tensed as she came in from behind him, the so familiar voice of a friendly rival. He didn't have time for this or at least thats the persona he'd work to show. What he wanted now more than ever was to release a good surge of this energy he'd newly attained. Quickly Gabriel reacted sliding the black glove over his hand making it fit tight against the metal figure.

"You don't understand..." Gabriel shook his head speaking out of desperation noticing his voice had grown a bit darker than its whimsical self.

He stood from the desk and turned making a quick pace to her side. his unmarred hand reached up and removed the cigerette from her clutches and tossed it aside.

"I thought we were past that..."

[Bastille]

“you thought wrong…and I don’t understand is a bullshit way of saying I do and you don’t, and you know it”

She was blunt, to the point and unflinching. Her sword was out in a second flash and sliced across his face. She had used the back side of her Kendo blade, the sharp object only creating a slit diagonally across. She continued to frown her sword sliding into its sheath as she took a step back.

“you’re an idiot…and im not going to be the only one who sees through this…but I cant teach you this lesson dimwit…your going to have to learn it the hard way. I just hope your ass will survive long enough to apply this lesson…im predicting you get assassinated though, so my outlook is grim”

She had turned her back to him but she was still waiting and watching. Making sure he would not attack her from behind. He was honorable enough to do that, at least she thought enough of him…but she was always over careful. Her eyes glared over her shoulder and she tilted to look back at him.

“if you want to use your new abilities…its going to start raining soon…waters pretty cool when it glows” she said lightly and placed another cigarette in her mouth, going to light it and putting up her hood. She was headed towards the roof.

[Gabriel Seran]

An idiot? Idiot! The woman was daft and he was angry, but it would seem as though Bastille had her own way of sticking it to him as she slashed a blade across his face leaving a slight wound beneath his right eye. Fresh blood seeped from it now. His eye squinted to put away the pain, he could stand a small cut it was nothing. Bastille turned away ignoring him. why was she so avid to do this to him, taunt him first and then leave, how was that any different from what he did. He finished his duty for better or worse while she taunted from the sides contributing a near total of nothing. His mandible flexed angrily though there was little to differentiate it from an angry teen.

A swift hand shot out grasping at her wrist and he turned her about with the same grace he had their last fight when it turned into a dance of sorts except this time there was a bit of a jolt to it. He wanted to shout something intense like 'don't turn your back on me' or 'I'll teach you a lesson' but the words evaporated in his lips as he pushed her fiercely against the wall trying to summon the strength to kill her but falling short and soon enough falling weak and lessoning his grip. He wasn't angry at her and Bastille in her own way was just looking out for him. It was all too infuriating. A paradox of pain.

[Bastille]

Bastille had been ready for him to grab, but not ready to deflect. She felt herself spin in with a graceful wind about it but suddenly her back slammed against the wall, and she couldn’t help but grunt. The electric pull going through her too was a bit to shake anyone’s well reserved nerves. She twitched a bit but her face remained stock and bored. However her eyes where condescending upon his face. As his grip loosened on her, her toes hit the floor and she stepped down. She didn’t move from the spot, allowing him to retrieve himself…

Her eyes however would continue to look upon him. She was not strong enough to pound the lesson into him. She only wished one day someone out there was…unfortunately, this only made it evident that Bastille would not join his cause. She however smirked.

“It’s raining now…” she said as she heard the soft pats of water against the windows and walls. She threw his arm off of her and rubbed her wrist. It was her way of letting him know, that despite her refusing to join his cause…she would help him take out some of that disastrous energy.

[Gabriel Seran]

"Yes.... I can hear" Gabriel said in a low voice listening intently to the beats against the rooftop. His head hung low feeling a bit ashamed for his transgression.

"Despite being morally out of tune, we French do in fact have rain." He said with a humored grin trying to reconcile for his prior actions.
Turning about Gabriel picked up a tight fitting leather coat and headed to the door stepping out into the rain. He felt every beat hit him as it sent magical little volts through him. his power was amplified and it hurt him but in a way that it was almost pleasurable. An onlooker would see the volts of electricity sizzle the air around him as droplets vaporized at the touch.

[Bastille]

Bastille caught wind of this. What was she doing?! He was stronger then her, and in a normal fight in normal weather she could hold her own just fine. But in the rain…she was asking for a beating. She couldn’t explain why she was doing this so she looked at the palm of her hand and as the rain hit it she smiled. She clenched her fist and then unsheathed her rapier. She would turn slowly with only her upper body. The rest kept its back faced to him. She adjusted her gloves on her hands and hopped the bomber jacket, made in the height of world war II still had some rubber padding left. She would need it to probably stay alive.

Her eyes glowed and she turned around all the way looking at him. She drew the smoke from her mouth and blew out the air her eyes glinted in the small burn at the end. She then let it fall as she crushed it with her foot. Her hand held out the rapier in a starting position and then she smirked.

“of course…, we British know frogs are nothing without rain…” she smirked and then waited for him to start, as always.

[Gabriel Seran]

"En guard!" Gabriel commanded without a moment's hesitation, at the start his back was to her but now in a flawless motion he turned 180 degrees and with the same motion drew out the rapier he had cast within its own sheath. In a moment he would hear the clash of the blades swiftly clang against one another, in almost the same instant a clatter of thunder jolted the air.

Gabriel had hoped his Qi would be able to do something of that magnificent power, soon, what he needed was practice and what better than to fight. Through the sword Gabriel managed to channel his energy through the metal sword feeding off of the energy from the computer room. The power made him swift and strong but also dulled his thoughts making him more of a monster than he would normally intend for.


Str: 48
Dex: 52
Int: 5
Cha: 15

[Bastille]

Bastilles eyes where calculating. If only she could hold out. His power was high above hers. She could feel sparks of electricity heading into her arms. If he sent huge waves of this at point blank this fight would be over soon. She could only hope the arm bands and contacts she received at this point would keep her from falling out too soon. But she wasn’t here to win…only to help him. But regardless...didn’t mean she wouldn’t try. She slid her blade away and in a fast movement used the rubber soul of her shoe to kick at his blade and shove it away as she went for all frontal attack from head on. She would have to work to dodge but with his current mind set being somewhat of a emotional scatter, she hoped she had the upper hand in predicting this battle.

STR: 33
DXT: 37 (+ 13 with wrist bands)
CON: 24
INT: 26 (+4 w/ wrist bands)
WIS: 20 (+10 w/contacts)
CHR: 19 (+5 w/ contacts)

[Gabriel Seran]

Gabriel was in a flurry as the electrical waves hit his mind scattering emotion with passion. Hate and fear, everything over the past year flashed in his mind in a blinding chasm of pain. Bastille's movement's were still as flawless as the many times they seemed to have fought except now they were still on nearly even fields the only thing going for him now was this maddening sensations passing through his head yet still he watched enviously at her swordplay.

Her shoe broke the plain of electrical current he sent into her, and she rushed him. With his metal hand he grasped at her blade sending the volts through again. Close now, so very close. He could feel her heart's rhythm against his chest, the volts eager to pierce it. With the animosity within Gabriel he fought hard to resist their temperamental calls.

"Grrr...Stop!" Gabriel shouted thrusting Bastille away with a vice grip force.

He fell into a puddle electrifying himself in the process, though it soon dissipated and he wallowed in a grievous sigh. He needed more control, over everything that challenged him. This was just one thing, Reven, his Qi, they seemed to be connected in their powerful urging to will Gabriel's body as a tool. Gabriel sat there in the puddle as the droplets caught his downtrodden face, breathing heavily from just the few moments.

[Bastille]

“aggh” she yelled. Hoarsely she fell backwards on the ground. No matter of control and or balance could hold her from that. Her superior intelligence had made her able to dodge the brunt of the blow but still, the electricity flowed freely through the water in the air and her body shoo with the shock. She turned over and picked herself up immediately ready for the next attack. Blood ran down her cheek. If she wasn’t careful, is superior strength and qi would literally melt her insides. She coughed once then stood. Her dexterity was equal to his…if she could hold out, maybe he would electrocute himself.


She kept her eyes forward, yet she wouldn’t wait for him honorably. She would go to slam her rubber souled heel into his gut and grind it in deeper if her could.

“GET UP” she shouted thick with rage. “GET UP” she yelled hoarsely again going to slam her sword into his shoulder. She would be able to withstand the electricity she hoped. But he needed this more then her. This man was to busy focusing on what he needed…he needed to just get his ass up and fight.

“I WILL NOT HESITATE TO KILL YOU IF YOU GIVE ME THAT CHANCE NO GET YOUR ASS UP!”

[Gabriel Seran]

His face was red with disappointment in himself, not being strong enough not being better than what he was. He just felt worthless right now, an empty shell a channel for real power. Nothing more. The butt of Bastille's blade came back into his shoulder knocking him of balance into the pool. A quick burst of electricity surged across the surface of a ten meter radius everything in contact with the water was jolted with a small blast.

In a quick movement Gabriel grabbed Bastille's blade to give her a bit of air time before hitting the ground, she wouldn't suffer as much damage if she went willingly with his pull, otherwise it'd be like getting hit with a bug zapper.
GET UP.
The voice told him, GET UP
Death, death was something he was unafraid of, death was quick and painless something to be taken without much toil, pain was everlasting and somewhere he enjoyed it, though death meant the pain would numb away it would all melt away. Gabriel stood up lifting Bastille with him in a graceful stumble. His face looked to be drenched if he was weeping there'd be no notice of it but now he was finding his full circle and understanding of what needed to be done. Little by little it would all change.

[Bastille]

“there we go…” She smirked as he lifted her, she gripped his arm and then with a swift movement flung her legs over it trying to loosen herself from his grip while kicking him in the face at the same time. Regardless her skin began to simmer from burns because of the electricity and her head began to scream at her. This fight was going to be about her durability from her on out. Her attacks would be weakened by his…her intelligence was slowly waning away from the electricity throwing off her brain.


However, the smirk on her face never left. This was fun…and it was working. She only needed to last a bit longer. To get him really riled up…and then she would allow herself to be taken by the darkness…but not yet. Not yet.

[Gabriel Seran]

Gabriel let Bastille go after the kick to the face send a bit of blood to his nose. Thanks a lot. Coming to his feet Gabriel took up his sword again rather this time using it as a lightning rod. the volts of electricity would circulate off of it as he performed a few mid air parries. they were sloppier than the usual ones he did, his thoughts were becoming a bit loopy from over exertion still walking at a slow pace towards Bastille trying to corner her.

Funny how the 180 worked, at first he was simply out to protect her now the thing to change it was her kicking his ass. She could fend for her self, the woman had done nothing more than keep pace with him their entire time with one another. Perfect Rivals.