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soul_logs2012-05-29 11:40 pm
topgun_textiles) wrote in soul_logs2012-05-29 11:40 pm
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Characters: Kanji and Tifa
Location: Death City Heights, Building 6, 1-C
Rating: The usual PG-13
Time: February 22nd, afternoon
Description: Cabin fever gets the best of everyone, including grumpy Meisters with a cold.
Kanji lay on his back, staring dully at the ceiling in his bedroom. It was daylight out, but he'd only just now roused himself to consciousness. Wading around in the freezing waters in Norway days ago left him warring with a pretty hefty cold, a battle he was slowly winning, but not without a few sucker punches now and then.
But he was tired of lying in bed, tired of spoonfuls of horrid medicines to break the fever. Kanji threw the covers off of him, determined to continue his daily routine as usual, bad cold or no.
He began to regret it as he immediately felt cold, a shiver racing up his frame, but he pushed himself to his feet, pulled down on that tank top that had stuck to him a little. He hadn't quite broken the fever yet, but the amount of shits he gave? None.
After getting dressed and prepped, the teen opened his door a crack and peeked out. Where was she...?
He stepped out, moved for the front door with renewed confidence. Heheh... she wasn't home!
Location: Death City Heights, Building 6, 1-C
Rating: The usual PG-13
Time: February 22nd, afternoon
Description: Cabin fever gets the best of everyone, including grumpy Meisters with a cold.
Kanji lay on his back, staring dully at the ceiling in his bedroom. It was daylight out, but he'd only just now roused himself to consciousness. Wading around in the freezing waters in Norway days ago left him warring with a pretty hefty cold, a battle he was slowly winning, but not without a few sucker punches now and then.
But he was tired of lying in bed, tired of spoonfuls of horrid medicines to break the fever. Kanji threw the covers off of him, determined to continue his daily routine as usual, bad cold or no.
He began to regret it as he immediately felt cold, a shiver racing up his frame, but he pushed himself to his feet, pulled down on that tank top that had stuck to him a little. He hadn't quite broken the fever yet, but the amount of shits he gave? None.
After getting dressed and prepped, the teen opened his door a crack and peeked out. Where was she...?
He stepped out, moved for the front door with renewed confidence. Heheh... she wasn't home!
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But that edge pushed aside some of his discomfort, that ache in his shoulders and his head, flaring that stubborn and defiant side in spades.
"That's how it is, huh? Sick or not, I ain't goin' down without a fight!" And he stopped walking, wouldn't let her move him any further. Cabin fever was cabin fever... he refused to go back to that room!
...But was he seriously challenging her in the middle of their apartment? Iza seemed to know what was going on, and the kitten bounced up onto the top of one of the couches in the living room, watching intently from relative safety.
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It wouldn't really do any good to hurt him further when her whole point was to make him get better. But it looked like negotiating was out of the question. Shaking her head a little, Tifa sighed, "You really want to do this the hard way, huh?"
In a rapid movement, relying on the fact that he was probably much slower than usual, she whirled around him, hooking her arm around his neck to drag him down more to her height, trying to hold him in a choke hold that wouldn't actually cut off his air--no need to deprive him of that.
"Are you coming back to bed or not?"
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His reply to her was just a narrow-eyed look, mouth thinning to a line. He didn't want to hurt her, but if an impromptu spar was what he had to do to prove that he'd be just fine going outside, so be i--
Holy shit she was fast! His fever-addled brain forgot about that completely, any attempt to avoid the maneuver with his body feeling as sluggish as it was. An arm went around his neck and he was bent down with a grunt.
"Ain't... goin' back to bed, damn it!" He managed, brought a hand up, thrust the heel of his palm against the supporting elbow, and slipped from the grip. Half of him wanted to make a break for the door... but the other half was competitive. It'd been days since they had a good spar, and the cabin fever was making him just bored enough to stir up trouble.
After all, another minute here was another minute not in that damn bedroom. He made a gesture to come at him.
This is just about the cutest thing ever
"If something gets broken in here, it's your fault," she warned him, torso lowering almost automatically as her stance shifted into more of a battle-ready one. Hopefully she could finish this with just a few moves and prove her point, but Tifa knew clearly that even in a sick state, her Meister was one who didn't give up, not until he could barely move. It was actually one of the reasons she'd wanted to partner with him in the first place--they were too similar in that.
With that, she made a dash at him and shot out her fists in quick punches, the first aiming for his jaw, second his chest, lastly his gut. Keeping her alternating fist in front of her face as a guard, she tried to drive him back, not bothered by whatever remained behind him.
I know right?
Tifa dashed in and was a flurry of jabs, and before he could defend he was clipped in the jaw. He blocked the one to his chest, but was punished with another blow to the stomach. As she advanced, he backed to give himself space, nudged into the hallway leading to the bedrooms. Gray eyes narrowed further. Not today!
His retaliation was to parry the next incoming swing, knock the limb aside, and throw a knee into her midsection. Kanji was all ready short of breath, sweat moving down a brow... god, it was really hot in here, maybe he should ditch the jacket.
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Stepping back, Tifa braced herself before dropping lower and swinging her leg towards his, hoping to knock his legs out from under him. She was hoping that he was unsteady enough on his feet to actually lose his balance and topple over. She figured once he was down, she would have a better chance of dragging him off.
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But his focus was off and she had something of a reverse side advantage: She lowered out of his range when he swung a right hook and swung her leg, calf striking the backs of his knees. His legs buckled and he went down hard. Fortunately for them they were on the first floor... who knows what loud thud the downstairs neighbors would have heard if they had any.
His world drastically tipping upward left him disoriented, so he was slow to begin his recovery. His limbs moved to try and bring himself upright, but the sudden exertion had jacked his temperature upward, leaving him feeling hot and cold at the same time, his energy slipping from his grip.
"Nice one... but it ain't gonna stop me," he managed breathlessly, still trying to bring himself to his feet regardless despite the dazed look on his face.
Come on, man, get yourself together... he snarled at himself inwardly. Couldn't go to bed... couldn't... go back to bed...
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But she didn't wait for an answer, already knowing what it would be. Her tactic was much the same as his--to remain on the offense and not let up until his strength eventually gave out. If she had to knock him out, she would, but she'd prefer not to do that much damage. He might give her no choice, however.
Moving quickly, she rounded on him again and aimed a high kick at his chin, ready to dart back if he dodged and went for her instead. One thing that was nice--but also disadvantageous when they fought against each other--was that they knew each other's moves. He was good at evading her, but maybe not now.
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He made no move to dodge that kick, and instead threw his weight into arching his body into the attack. She struck his clenched jaw, sending white stars through his vision in one side, but he advanced regardless, bringing himself low and throwing an elbow.
Tifa was quick, darting out of the way of that elbow, however. Kanji shook his head to clear it, his eyesight fogging up a little. With a snarl he charged and went to grapple. There was room in here for a close-quarters throw... if he could just disorient her a little, he could make a break for the door!
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"Stop being so stubborn!" Her tone betrayed her frustration now, gone the exasperation and replaced with irritation at his persistence. "You're not getting out, no matter what!"
It was a matter of pride for her too now, since she wouldn't ever let herself lose to him while he was sick; she never wanted to lose to him even when he was the picture of health. No way in hell she was going down now.
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So instead of a throw like he wanted, he just... fell with her. That throw botched, Kanji's unfocused eyes turned to the door, before he scrambled out from beneath her to crawl on his stomach for the door.
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"Get... back here!!" Going to pin down one of his legs with her knee, Tifa tried to reach forward to seize one of his wrists, seeking to wretch his arm behind his back. He was almost at his limit, she could feel it now, and thank god. Her own breathing was staggered from what had turned into more of a brawl than a sparring match.
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...And his leg was pinned, his arm to follow, pinned to his back. With a grunt of pain at the strained muscle, the Meister was down. His world spun as his upper half was pinned to the floor, and his eyes closed.
Despite his movements making that strain in his shoulder scream, he began to wriggle a bit, trying to squirm out of that grip. His previous vigor, however, was practically gone, his movements aimless and half-hearted.
"D-... damn it..."
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"Go back to bed now and as soon as you're better, you're free to do whatever you please."
Slowly, she moved back from him but kept a hand at his wrist, easing up and trying to pull him to his feet. He was likely pretty wiped out now, going to such lengths in such a state, and she moved now to support him with her other arm in case he was about ready to fall over.