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An old Celtic man with hair that was to dark stood before an entrance to a stone temple with simple earthern rooms and old Victorian clothes that littered the floor.

He stood in the doorway prepared himself for the many young men and women that should be coming. His longer than usual shillelagh stav hung by his side as he checked his watch. Then he relaized he hadn't announced the opening of this school term.

OOC: Character driven and free please enjoy.

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OOC: I have studied Escrima and Espada y Daga, I would enjoy a stick fighting school.
Do you know anything about the technique of the old shillelagh, I know that there are some far out techniques in some styles of African Stick fighting.
IC:
Dober McMoore had from an early shown himself to be a natural born fighter.
He immediately demostrated as a tot that he was born ambidextrous, his father not being a man to allow things like to go unnoticed pointed out this good omen of his sons fortune to anyone who would listen.
Dober's father was offered by a retired soldier to train his son in the Chinese art of Wing Chun-The soldier said his sons natural abilities would deeply compliment this style of boxing.
Dober was age four.
Now Dober is fourteen, he long ago surpassed his first teacher, and though the Skibereenian Government is in great unrest they have never failed to finance young Dober's quest to become the world best bare handed fighter.
When Dober heard of a Celtic stick fighting school he insisted that that be the step towards his goal.

Young Dober arrived alone in Camel Eaters.
His frame was slim, and sinewy.
Has hands already hardend by the constant drilling of Wing Chun.
He had worked with weapons in that art, but he sought something closer to his own people.
His 5'7" 145lb frame Stood in the Airport, until the taxi he called arrived.
He handed the driver a piece of paper with address and waited.

Jack walked along the beack. Three limp bodies were behind him, unconcious in the surf. That would be the last time those bullies would try and steal his grocery money. Jack, a boy of fourteen had to look over his mother who was paralyzed in a car crash when he was ten while his father drank his worries away, usually hitting Jack and his sister Mary after every binge. Jack learned how to fight in order to protect his mother and sister from this bufoon. Jack was proficient in many fighting styles such as Shodakan, Wado-Ryu, Drunken Boxing, Kung Fu, Judo, Jujitsu, Tae Kwon Do, and Akido. When Jack learned of this school, he sent a letter asking if he, his mother, and his sister could stay at the school while he and possibly his sister trained. Today would be when he received the reply. Jack waited by the mailbox anxiously for three hours before the post man arrived.

OOC: CE, take the letter from here.

The driver took him to the school. It was huge and grand with hundreds of students praticing everything to Berserkergang techniques to the Norwegian Stav martial arts some were even fighting in a Street brawl like tag team circle with shillelaghs. At least eight people were knocked out around the circle...

The envelope was a heavy manilla and the letter inside was written in grey block printing it said one word AYE...

Jack shouted in joy and rushed home to get his mother, sister, and some suitcases filled with clothing and prized posessions. The three walked to the docks where their Uncle Joe met them on his fishing ship.

"I would'ov neeveer taken ye if it'd hadn't ah been fuh your faher ah beatin' yeh. But a damn glad to ah see yeh lad!" The rather portly man with a pipe in the side of his mouth said as he hugged his nephew.

"Knock the crap off. You don't have that accent and you would have taken us no matter what, we're kin." Jack said after the recovered from the bear-like hug.

"Ok, so we're going to Scotland?"

"Right. I got you the GPS coordinates at the public library, here you go." Jach said, excitedly, as he held a piece of paper with just eight characters written on it.

"It'll take about three days. I'd advise that your mother and sister stay below deck for the trip. You, however, I need topside because you're big and strong and know how to handle the wheel."

"I learned from the best, Unlce Joe."

"Awww, you flatter me. Just make sure you don't hit a sandbar this time and especially when I'm at the tip of the bow. I don't wanna go overboard like I did last time we went shark hunting."

"Ok......but that was funny....until that shark came and bit half your boot off." Jack stated.

"Yeah, then it was hilarious!" Joe said as the two laughed.

Dober smiled when he saw the unconcious ones.
He had never been outside of Skibereen(except for China, to train) and heard that most places are soft.
He boxxed in Skibereen on the streets like all boys. Though he had to keep boxing older and older adversaries as the boys his age were simply not mean enough to fight him anymore.
That was the one thing he had always found his dad had taught him beeter then anyone else, a lesson of true wisdom Eh boy, piss on all that fancy crap, two things win fights more then any other. Being able to take a punch, and not caring if you do. A man that can really take a beatin' can usually give at least as good as he gets, and a beatin aint nothin to fear, ever man gets his mouth mashed now and again...
He himself had beaten many a grown man who knew to fight the proper way, and found himself struggling to stay on his feet against boys who no one doubted he could beat, his dad said nothing to lose, means your only option is winning.
He looked at the men laying on the ground.
My only option is winning.

The Celtic man stepped forward and greeted him as he got out of the cab. "I'm Malley Rang and you're at my school. I'll show you to your hut," The man gestured to a dark beared Cossack who had come up behind Dober the man picked up the bags and walked after the Malley. At the beehive stone hut the Malley spoke again "this is your hut. Nice straw cot eighty candles each is good for about ten hours. Some good books and extra knidling for fire. What more could a man," He looked Dober up and down and then smiled "Sorry boy want."

At the docks Jack and his family were escorted to the school he and his sister were each given a stone hut and his mother a room in a instructor's house near them...

"Whiskey, but that likly wont happen eh?" the boy laughed.
"I thank you very much Mr.Malley Rang, the quaters are perfectly regal.
I hope to do your school justice for allowing me to be here."
Dober lifted one set of bags and went to hand them to Malley.
DOnt know if you wnat to be keeping these.
He opened the bag and with in were two short sticks about the length of a grown mans arm-elbow to fingers- and two Butterfly Swords.
"The airline and the customs were real fair when it came to the knives they once I explained how they were blunted and I was coming to learn at your school and all. Was worried I might get shot down for tick or two. ANyway this is your school your rules and your way. So those I suppose I keep if you say." The boy set them down and went to place his other bag in his hut, he wasnt sure if he should just take it fom the Cossack or not.

"Whiskey? whiskey's for bitches," He threw Dober a bottle "that's poteen and it's made good Larky here," He pointed at the Cossack "drop his beard. Swords are fine but you'll have to get them sharpened and the sticks look sturdy enough." He gestured and the Cossack put down the bags and departed with Malley exiting quickly.

A boy of about fourteen looked through into the doorless hut. "Yay new here? Thas good. Come on then we've got a brawl ta watch. By the by I'm Stammy." Stammy gestured to a large group of men that were fighting...

I guess we've retired for the night?

Yes I am retiring for the night but I like your thread idea.
I will be back.

A tiny speck of light drifts silently through the area.


A short time later, a scrap of paper appeared out of the air in front of Malley Rang. Written on it was the following brief message:
Greetings!
I am always interested in increasing my knowledge of combat. May I come to your school to study your style? If so, should I disguise myself to appear as an ordinary human? I would not want to needlessly alarm other students, who might not be used to seeing the likes of me...
Please write your answer on this page, then burn it. Thank you for your time,
Kazar-Tiyon

tag for intrest possibly join, later not now

OOC: No, that's why I keep my powder dry. :P

Malley put one word on the paper AYE. And then burned it with a lighter.

OOC: P3X1299 ?

Comrade Lutorius of Thirupparankunram was a Beddgelen pretty well like any other. Six foot seven, almost blindly intoxicated every hour of his life since, well, to be honest his mother's milk was probably stronger than vodka, so since day one, he was an employee of the 7th of January Tamilnadu Paper Goods Recycling Co-operative, and he was feeling bad about his manhood.

Mainly this was since his sister, a camera technician at a massive film concern up the coast, joined the Soviet Militia Corps Marine Auxiliaries and was sent to guard the Bengali frontier when the Army deployed against Bonstock. Lutorius was unlike many Beddgelens in that he wasn't skilled in any recognised fighting discipline. Most of The Igovian Soviet Commonwealth's hundred and twenty million towering Celts could loose an arrow, swing a sword, or at least throw a fist if they, like he, weren't authorised to drive a tank. Most of its less imposing Indians, Anglo Saxons, and minorities had some mastery of at least one of those skills or of some grappling or other.

Lutorius kept hearing, "you know, that Greek or whatever he was, saying... all that stuff about us being 'madly fond of war' and stuff" as he put it, and he kept seeing Iskra! reports on the deployments to Bonstock and now Kanendru, and wondering why he was so bloody helpless as to have let those two tiny little urchins from Goa make off with his good slippers that night at the pub.

Now, if he'd had a stick, then they'd have seen what for! Yeah! If Lutorious of Thirupparankunram could swing a big stick at people they'd think twice about calling him a pansy! He resolved that his next sponsored holiday would be spent at this... stick fighting... thing. Plus he hoped to see somebody eat a camel, whole. The impression he had was that this was the sort of thing that went on in that part of the world.

"Wait... I hope its not like that flash movie where stick men kick one another's heads off and throw their legs like javelins." He thought as the plane lifted off.

A man dressed entirely in blue was waiting for Lutorius at the airport. When Lutorius departed the plane he saw the blue man with the sign written in lopsided english. Lutorius of Thirupparankunram. I'm here to pick you up and possibly sodomize you the last part was written in lettering so small that most wouldn't be able to see it.

The man in blue showed him outside to were two white bactrian(one humpded) camels were waiting. The man jumped onto the back of one and motioned for Lutorius to do the same...

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:p Hey Johny I said with a look of fright what you gonna' do tonight? He turned to me with a little grin and said it all over again I say ooh you say Aye I say revolution and you say die.

ooh! Aye! revolution! die!

sorry for crashng your thread you stupid git of a brother! ;)

the sign written in lopsided english. Lutorius of Thirupparankunram. I'm here to pick you up and possibly sodomize you

The man in blue showed him outside to were two white bactrian(one humpded) camels were waiting. The man jumped onto the back of one and motioned for Lutorius to do the same...
OOC:I spit milk all over myself. Not cool to do that to someone who has worked all day. :D

Sorry Skibereen shall we RP? you know Dober checking out the huge friggin' brawl.

OCC: Hilarous Airport Sign, I will have to remember that one.
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OOC: Someone RP!!!! Some stuff!!!!! Hawdawg, Skibereen, Crazed Marines I'm looking at you along with others. I just don't have four eyes.

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very interesting... :cool:

Dear God RP!!!!!! STOP COMPLIMENTING ME ON MY SKILLS ON MAKING YOU LAUGH AND STUFF!!! although it makes me feel loved. PLEASE RP!!! DO IT!!! OR I WILL TYPE LIKE THIS FOREVER!!!!!

The three monks stepped onto the curb at the airport. All were dressed in official orange and red robes. "We can learn much from this stick fighting master" said Xen Phen to the other Monks, Chi Lee and Chu Don. "When we combine the learnings of our Chao-Lin Master with this new method, we will truely be the envy of the stick fighting world" said Chu Don. "Come brothers we must find transportation to the school" said Xen Phen as the three walked over to a hitching post where Camel Caravans were staked out. "Can you take us to the Stick Fighting School?" Xen asked the local Bedowin. "Ejecots iwemd, foehs aeiweih, ha ha ha, yes climb on the Camel it is a four hour journey" bellowed the Bedowin as the Monks mounted the Beast of Burden destined for the School.

OOC: YOU DA MAN!!!!

IC:

A rather bored sentry leaned against a wall as the caravans approached he saw the camels and pounded on the floor of the huge stone outpost as more huts were readied.

Sorry Skibereen shall we RP? you know Dober checking out the huge friggin' brawl.
OOC:Sorry had to cover a thread I am running first.
IC:
Dober was very eager to get a chance to see a fight here from the start to finish.
He got up followed the boy to where this fight was supposed to take place.
I wonder how they instruct or if it is all free form playing?

Each of the monks dismounted from the beast and dusted off there robes covered in fine sand from the long weary journey. As the three gathered they ceremoniously sat and formed a circle to briefly chant.

"Umm Baaadaaaa Umm Baaaadaaaa Ohhh Ehhhh Ohhh Ohhh Ehhhh Ohhh Grant us peace of mind and settle our spirits oh great one!" all three said in unison.

With the prayer over all three stood and walked towards the sentry.

"We are The Monks of the Sage from Hawdawg, you should be expecting us" Xen said to the Sentry.

OOC: No biggie.

IC: A large white bearded man stood in a circle eight students were on each side of the circle. Each was glassy eyed and shaking as the man stepped back.

They rushed each other huge clubs swinging faster than men should be able to swing. They had no regard for their own safety and each was roaring with the delight of battle.

One was clearly winning, a huge angry youth she had long flame like hair and the eyes of a wolf. She dispatched her first opponent with a deadly blow to the skull after him she bit hard on the collar bone of the nearest warrior a sickening crack echoed around the circle as she tossed his body outside the ring.

By now the remaining six had rushed her quickly dodging to the side she began hitting each of them with her club as their backs were exposed. They all fell and after the fight two didn't make it up and had to be removed by a stretcher team.

The girl was still foaming at the mouth as her unhuman raqe subsided. Then Stammy turned to Dober and said "God I love berserker women they're possibly the best girlfriends ever. I'll see you got to go to my garden. My potatoes are coming in." At this he turned and left leaving Dober by himself...

Each of the monks dismounted from the beast and dusted off there robes covered in fine sand from the long weary journey. As the three gathered they ceremoniously sat and formed a circle to briefly chant.

"Umm Baaadaaaa Umm Baaaadaaaa Ohhh Ehhhh Ohhh Ohhh Ehhhh Ohhh Grant us peace of mind and settle our spirits oh great one!" all three said in unison.

With the prayer over all three stood and walked towards the sentry.

"We are The Monks of the Sage from Hawdawg, you should be expecting us" Xen said to the Sentry.
A small shuffling man bowed and showed them to a cluster of huts. He pointed out the candles and cots in each and gave them all a stick. He then gave them a map of the school and told them they had to grow or catch their own food or it was oatmeal for a solid year.

OOC: No biggie.

IC: A large white bearded man stood in a circle eight students were on each side of the circle. Each was glassy eyed and shaking as the man stepped back.

They rushed each other huge clubs swinging faster than men should be able to swing. They had no regard for their own safety and each was roaring with the delight of battle.

One was clearly winning, a huge angry youth she had long flame like hair and the eyes of a wolf. She dispatched her first opponent with a deadly blow to the skull after him she bit hard on the collar bone of the nearest warrior a sickening crack echoed around the circle as she tossed his body outside the ring.

By now the remaining six had rushed her quickly dodging to the side she began hitting each of them with her club as their backs were exposed. They all fell and after the fight two didn't make it up and had to be removed by a stretcher team.

The girl was still foaming at the mouth as her unhuman raqe subsided. Then Stammy turned to Dober and said "God I love berserker women they're possibly the best girlfriends ever. I'll see you got to go to my garden. My potatoes are coming in." At this he turned and left leaving Dober by himself...

Joe walked by and said, "You hold your staff too low. It makes your parries a quarter of a second slower." as he walked by, nonchalantly with his bo staff by his side.

The girl laughed as she said after him. "I use axe and club not staff and sword!" At this she slaps her knee.

The monks chuckled to themselves about eating oatmeal for a year. Oatmeal would be a delicacy compared to the two year "Feast of Bamboo" they had to endure before receiving enlightened status. Besides each of the monks had trained there bodies to live on a handful of rice daily for quite some time now.

The monks placed there possessions in the hut along with the small portion of dried rice they had brought and set out for the main training grounds of the complex. In the distance all could see activity at this complex.

A man with a halbred passed by and asked the monks. "Which classes do you have or do you not know yet? Head by the main building to get your schedules." He hoisted a rabbit saluting with it as he departed.

Xen led the way as the entered the main building to get the schedules they were to follow. As he opened the door a large, scantly clad man sat behind the desk piled high with papers.

"We are the Monks of the Sage from Hawdawg. We need our schedules for class, oh nice man." Xen said in as polite a manner as possible.

The girl laughed as she said after him. "I use axe and club not staff and sword!" At this she slaps her knee.
"Heh, a Viking I suppose?" John said, "Well if that don't beat all...I'm of Norse and German blood, but have studied more of the Eastern Asian styles. Gives me better perspective on the whole thing."

OOC: No biggie.

IC: A large white bearded man stood in a circle eight students were on each side of the circle. Each was glassy eyed and shaking as the man stepped back.

They rushed each other huge clubs swinging faster than men should be able to swing. They had no regard for their own safety and each was roaring with the delight of battle.

One was clearly winning, a huge angry youth she had long flame like hair and the eyes of a wolf. She dispatched her first opponent with a deadly blow to the skull after him she bit hard on the collar bone of the nearest warrior a sickening crack echoed around the circle as she tossed his body outside the ring.

By now the remaining six had rushed her quickly dodging to the side she began hitting each of them with her club as their backs were exposed. They all fell and after the fight two didn't make it up and had to be removed by a stretcher team.

The girl was still foaming at the mouth as her unhuman raqe subsided. Then Stammy turned to Dober and said "God I love berserker women they're possibly the best girlfriends ever. I'll see you got to go to my garden. My potatoes are coming in." At this he turned and left leaving Dober by himself...
Dober walked over to the Girl.
"Impressive, I suppose.
I am eager to see how it is they teach folks how to rage, I do assume that was the point of the lesson. I must admit also, I am a bit eager to see if you could put me to my back so quickly." With that Dober looked the girl up and down then winked with a slight whistle for accent.
"You will pardon me, I must unpack."
Dober grinned his front teeth missing both top and bottom, his crooked nose, combined with his still baby face gave him a constant comical appearance, of which he was completely aware.

The man scratched himself rather publicly before pulling some papers out. "You all have the same schedule hope that doesn't mess anything up."

Schedules:

Monday:
Advanced staff and light sword.
Tuesday:
Basic axe and club.
Wednesday:
Basic Stav Martial Arts.
Thursday:
Basic Berserker Tactics.
Friday:
Meditation
Saturday:
Free day.
Sunday:
Free day.

The girl addressed both Dober and John independently. To John she said. "Celtic blood but a wee bit of Norse I suppose. Asian that's for lightweights but I'll make an exception cause I just met you." She punched him lightly on the arm.

To Dober
"Lesson? Today's a free day I just needed some fun. If you don't mind I'll help you unpack. I'm pretty sure i could put you down easily." She winked a little at him.

To both.
"Y'all got your schedules yet?"

John looked at Dober, "Rage, you call it? Its beserker. All you really do is let the adrenaline and battle take over your body and lose your mind in the fight. I learned that from my Grandfather."

The Monks walked back outside and headed to the courtyard where it was obviously Basic Beserker Day judging by the display just put on by the woman. Xen led the procession as they walked up to the Instructor and introduced themselves.

"Hello fine sir, we are anxious to start our training. We are the Monks of the Sage from Hawdawg. I am Xen Phen this is Chi Lee and that is Chu Don" all three bowed with hands clasped in a very impressive display of honor for the Instructor.

The white haired man stepped forward. "I see you've both met Boudona she is the best female berserker we've ever seen. And it's berserkergang actually but that's a different lesson." He smiled showing his many scars both inside and outside his mouth including a huge gash mark along his left cheek.

The girl addressed both Dober and John independently. To John she said. "Celtic blood but a wee bit of Norse I suppose. Asian that's for lightweights but I'll make an exception cause I just met you." She punched him lightly on the arm.
To both.
"Y'all got your schedules yet?"
"Yeah, I got my schedule. And Asian martial arts ain't for lightweights. Its for those who don't like getting hit, but hitting the enemy and I'm no lightweight." Joe says as he points to the 250 lbs of muscle he has.

The Monks walked back outside and headed to the courtyard where it was obviously Basic Beserker Day judging by the display just put on by the woman. Xen led the procession as they walked up to the Instructor and introduced themselves.

"Hello fine sir, we are anxious to start our training. We are the Monks of the Sage from Hawdawg. I am Xen Phen this is Chi Lee and that is Chu Don" all three bowed with hands clasped in a very impressive display of honor for the Instructor.
The white haired man (Kernick) stared at them. "Today's Saturday everyone has the day off. Boudona just wanted to get some practice in."

Boudona nods in appreciation before lifting John up off the ground with one semi-heavily muscled arm. She then put him back on the ground before saying "Decent weight on you but I think I might be able to take ya."

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"I have to tell you, that sounds like the oppisite of what I do.
I get sleepy, yeah, sleepy is the best way to put it.
I dont think about nothing, I dont feel to much of nothing.
My body just does what it does. Eh, maybe its not so different, but I can that with a smile."
Dober waved his hand to allow Beddy to go ahead of him.
"AN no, I dont have me schedule yet."

Boudona nods in appreciation before lifting John up off the ground with one semi-heavily muscled arm. She then put him back on the ground before saying "Decent weight on you but I think I might be able to take ya."
"Oh really?" John says as he turns halfway away from Boudona, "Let's see."
Ok, she'll charge in and more than likely go for a overhand strike. When she does, I'll pop her in the solar plexus with my staff, knocking the wind out of her. While she's stunned, I'll sweep her feet from under her and that'll be that. John thinks

"JohnO is righton spot about some of the Asian arts.
I am trained in a very good boxing style.
I can teach you the basics right now.
Easy, your opponent moves forward, you hit.
He back up, you hit.
He hits, you hit.
He blocks, you hit.
Always advance, and always hit.
Always maintain contact. SO you you can hit.
pretty much that is the idea. mnus the philosophy lesson."

Boudona walks with Dober down to his hut swinging her club along with her stride. She stepped inside and surveyed the surroundings before plopping onto the cot and opening a bag pulling out the contents...

OOC:Be back one hour.

"Oh I see" said Xen. "Then if it alright, we will go over there to the open area and practice our Akido Martial Arts. We need to stretch from the long ride earlier today." Apparently this was ok because the whitebearded man knodded in Xen direction.

"Come brothers we must go practice." and with that Chi and Chu followed Xen off to begin stretching before they commenced Akido Practice.

"Oh really?" John says as he turns halfway away from Boudona, "Let's see."
Ok, she'll charge in and more than likely go for a overhand strike. When she does, I'll pop her in the solar plexus with my staff, knocking the wind out of her. While she's stunned, I'll sweep her feet from under her and that'll be that. John thinks
OOC: This will be right before she walks to Dober's hut.

Boudona lifted her club and threw it with all her strength. While it was flying forward she ran at his left flank before jumping when she was within ten feet of him her huge calloused feet stretching towards him...

"Oh I see" said Xen. "Then if it alright, we will go over there to the open area and practice our Akido Martial Arts. We need to stretch from the long ride earlier today." Apparently this was ok because the whitebearded man knodded in Xen direction.

"Come brothers we must go practice." and with that Chi and Chu followed Xen off to begin stretching before they commenced Akido Practice.
A small crowd gathered around them as they practiced a few tried to do the moves along with them but they all fell over on their arse.

John saw this and dodged in the nick of time. He took his staff and then hit Boudona on the back of the head quickly, but gently to show that he could have hit her harder but controlled his strength. He then pushed her and used his staff to trip her up.

OOC: Ce, you know what? I've done the same thing to a person IRL. lol

She landed on the ground and rolled forward her teeth flashing like spikes as she buried her fangs deep into his thigh flesh...

John saw her biting at his leg and screamed in pain as her knocked her unconcious with his staff with a mighty strike to the skull.

"I knew that those snake boots would have come in handy. I'll get some ice for when she comes to." John says as he walks off.

OOC: CM thigh flesh is higher and closer to the crotch. unless he wore some high ass boots that would seriously hamper his movements. So why don't we reRP that part.

OOC: Good idea, I'll edit

OOC: Who wants to have their character end up going out with Boudona?

OOC: Edited.
OOC2: Why not?

Dober watched John and Beddy tussle.
Heh, John shoulda knocked her head off when he had the chance.
I know better en to play nice guy, by the looks of these folks he better figure it out

OOC: Who wants to have their character end up going out with Boudona?
I leave that up to CM and you.
Keep in mind I work 40+ hours a week.
So, while i wouldnt mind it.
It might make your RP flow better if it wasnt me.
Though Dober is obviously quite the ladies man :rolleyes: .

Her head hurt quite alot but she was still awake she lay there and waited as he moved away some she struggled to her feet and swung with the Oak Fist technique she learned so long ago. Her head hurt and she was a little off but she still connected...

OOC: Hmm. A love triangle would be most funny and John can probably take an Oak Fist but'll hurt like a bitch.

Dober watched...
"You fight like my Mother."
He left the statement to hang in the air.

She put her hand in the air after hitting John showing the fight was over. Boudona turned and said "Like your mother? How does your mother fight? Well I hope." She grinned stepping out of the circle.

Her head hurt quite alot but she was still awake she lay there and waited as he moved away some she struggled to her feet and swung with the Oak Fist technique she learned so long ago. Her head hurt and she was a little off but she still connected...

OOC: Hmm. A love triangle would be most funny and John can probably take an Oak Fist but'll hurt like a bitch.
John got hit in the small of his back while he was walking away. He fell down and was knocked stone cold for half a second.

"Good shot! That'll hurt for two weeks." He said as he got up slowly.

She walked back over and hauled him to his feet. And then headed down to Dober's hut to help him unpack.

She put her hand in the air after hitting John showing the fight was over. Boudona turned and said "Like your mother? How does your mother fight? Well I hope." She grinned stepping out of the circle.
He smiled his grin of empty space and canine teeth and said "Well indeed, she is as fine a bite'n bitch as there has ever been."
Dober did not move to Help Beddy.
Or John.
"Come back to my hut, I have something for both of you."

Boudona helped John walk to Dober's hut supporting him a little as he shuffled along.

OOC: Hey I think after being bitten and hit in the back someone will probably need a little help getting from place to place.

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Dober did not move so fast as to get ahead of John.
He paused.
"You will have to excuse me, but where I am from, it would be an insult for me to help either of you. Since neither of you lost."

When they entered Dober's hut, he went to his bag.
And removed a small black bottle.
"This is Dim Dat Jao"(If you are CHinese and know the proper spelling please dont be insulted if I screwed it up)
"It heals bruises, eases aches, and toughens the wounded area."
With that Dober removed one of his Butterfly swords from the other bag.
"We use it on our hands." The steel on the large knife was easily a quater inch thick. Dober struck it with his fist lightly and it rang like he had tapped it with another piece of steel.
It was then easily noticiable that his knuckles were beyond flattened, they had largeprotrusion of calcium build up. Dober, though he seemed nice enough, had obviously severly abused his body, or directed towards a single aim.
"Here bring your selves here and I will apply some, by day after tommorow you wont have a single bruise." The odor of the medicine was pungant but not foul.

Boudona laced her hand through her hair before saying. "Nay. I don't do that the berserkergang allows me to ignore all pain. But," She stared at a bottle near Dober's feet "I wouldn't mind some poteen." She grabbed the bottle and chugged.

"Drink away. Matter of fact, give me a swig before the bottle gets thirsty."
Dober shook his head replaced the cap on the Dit da jow.

Boudona pressed the clay bottle to her lips and leaned back her shirt pulling up a little to show her stomach but she kept drinking. She pulled the bottle away from her lips and shook her head her flaming hair shaking in a way that usually made men and boys shiver slightly. Then with a smile she handed the poteen back to Dober.

Dober took the bottle.
Dober thought to himself that no matter what a womens station they were all the same.
Since he had been fairly reputable as a street boxxer, he had always had a fair share of women.
He was not very good with them, he didnt understand most of what they spoke of or were impressed by, even in fights they speak of something he did that was wholly stupid or accidental and comletely miss the important things.
Beddy, perhaps was different, he knew that the women from the cities where everyone had to fight were different back home.
Then he thought of customs, and this was not Skibereen, but then he was not a diplomat.
Dober took a long swallow of the drink-(have no idea whatthis stuff is even remotly supposed to resemble).
It was firey and not like whiskey, though, not much harsher, of course that is not much harsher then home made whiskey.
Dober did not smile, he moved towards Beddy.
"Like I said before Beddy, I am eager to see if you can out me on my back as fast."
Dober was close to her he let the bottle float back over to her as he removed his shirt. He was all sinew and muscle, not like a boy his age shoud be, it was feline inthe length of the muscle and taught motion of him as if he were constantly ready to explode.
He waved his hands as if in an invatation.
Even he was unsure if was inviting her to him or to wrestle, maybe both.
At least this one he wasnt worried about hurting.

Malley put one word on the paper AYE. And then burned it with a lighter.

OOC: P3X1299 ?

OOC: I keep my powder dry so I can rely on my gun. :p

(OOC: Eep! This thread moved on more quickly than I expected. I'd best not try to carry on, because I know that by the time I catch up I'll just have time to miss five more pages... too many other things, sorry! I think that it's safe to assume that comrade Lutorius of Thirupparankunram got wasted and wandered off never to be seen again, or got gaoled or deported for having several kilos of opiates on (and in) his person :) [runs off])

Malley put one word on the paper AYE. And then burned it with a lighter.

OOC: P3X1299 ?
I'll assume that goes for the disguise, as well as the school... Kazar thought.


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A small two-person plane approaches Camel Eater air space. If anyone but the occupants had been able to see into it, they might have noticed that the pilot was oddly still and silent, but nobody was there to see.

OOC: Are there any sort of formalities or some such that have to be gone through to land?

OOC: No formalities really just say you go to the school.

Boudona was a little taken aback that someone was so forward. She crouched low and threw her club in the corner. Readying herself (for what she wasn't quite sure but it pays to be ready) she arched her back to protect her vital organs while keeping one hand close to the ground.

"Wrestle or," At this she smiled with a tiny bit of amusement "something else?"

John was amused at Boudona. "Heh, that's gonna be fun to watch." he says as he takes a big swig of the hard liquor.

OOC: I put the monks in a holding pattern until we start the training again. I don't want to get in the way of the RP ya'll are running in the hut.

IC: The monks chanted as they performed the Sacred moves of Akido in unison. The chants were soothing to Xen and he absolutely loved to do this. Stretching together the men were able to relieve the bumps from the trail suffered earlier.

Each monk took turns being the agressor in the exercises while the others practiced the fabled defensive martial art akido. Since each monk was a certified black belt in the art, it was difficult to fight the moves offered by the opponent. Each monk also had to practice a high level of measuredness to keep from dislocating shoulders and breaking bones.

After an hour the Monks where satisfied they had exercised enough and returned to there huts to meditate.

OOC: No formalities really just say you go to the school.

Boudona was a little taken aback that someone was so forward. She crouched low and threw her club in the corner. Readying herself (for what she wasn't quite sure but it pays to be ready) she arched her back to protect her vital organs while keeping one hand close to the ground.

"Wrestle or," At this she smiled with a tiny bit of amusement "something else?"
Dober smiled "Somethinig else if your strong enough to take advantage of me."
He sprang at her.
Though Dober liked Beddy and appreciated a girl who could fight, he did appreciate a girl who could fight.
He went head long, foregoing technique trying simply to spear her.

She rolled out of the way as he jumped and grabbed his legs from behind. She then preceded to bring them up close to his head. She grinned and said "Were you letting me win? Because I don't mind if you were."

OOC: No biggie Hawdawg why not RP the monks interacting with the people trying to do Akido?

lalalalala you can't catch me. lalalala *runs into sign on accident crossbow bolt heard launching* I CAUGHT YOU!

I take it you mean behind his head.
He grunted, and quitely said "I dont mind if you win either."
Dober swung his open hand back at her hand holding his leg, his thumb pushed up hard against the inside joint of his first finger.
That middle knuckle sunk deep in the back her hand, if the bones didnt break the hand would still go numb, not from pain, but from shock to the nerve that runs up the middle of the hand.
As her grip loosened...
He didnt really think she would let go...
he rolled over with his feet now tucked to his belly instead of his back.
instead of kicking her, he pushed up and wrapped his legs around, and his arms tangled around her torso.
Without expending much breath
"Dance?"
Dober was smaller then the girl so this was comical.

She was only slightly taken aback before saying. "Sure why not." With a little smile to herself she nibbled behind his left ear causing him to gasp taking this oppurtunity she knocked him on the side of the head he was now sprawled on the floor.

She sat on his back and leaned forward. "Dance?"

lalalalala you can't catch me. lalalala *runs into sign on accident crossbow bolt heard launching* I CAUGHT YOU!
I just didn't want to BUMP it.

She was only slightly taken aback before saying. "Sure why not." With a little smile to herself she nibbled behind his left ear causing him to gasp taking this oppurtunity she knocked him on the side of the head he was now sprawled on the floor.

She sat on his back and leaned forward. "Dance?"

"Well, I believe I'll be taking my leave right about now." John said as he bowed and left.

Boudona just nodded as John left. Never taking her eyes off of Dober.

frel! I guess Skibereen left us for the night.

guess i was right.

OOC: Daughters wanted to go to Cartoonnetwork to play, they need keyboard time.

"Indeed." Dober slid one foot under the other and twisted quickly.
He was now face up, his hands gripped her her hips firmly.
"I win." the last came at as whisper.

OOC: Got ya. Could you explain what just happened with the walking and everything?

Yes.
I cant read and will be editing.
DUh.

Such is the life of the harried working father.

OOC: 40+ hours a week, 4 kids, starting college, writting a book.
HEart attack before I am 45. oh yeah!!

Thumbs up to you!
:upyours:
Well, that's meant to be a thumb, I swear!

j/k

:confused:

OOC: LOL I'll attend your funeral.

She smiled a little as she pulled a sheet over the entrance to the hut. Turning she grinned hugely and approached him easily picking up Dober he threw him on the cot and got in beside him.

She didn't start anything just stroked his hair and ran her hands over his stomach.

OOC2: You'll have to have Dober begin the activities.

She surprised at how Dober really did seem to be cut from wood.
Yet he was as gentle as any man could be, even if he was still a boy.
......She was pleasnatly surprised by his experience.
OOC: I am a dad---that ends my descriptivness on this particular subject. :rolleyes:

OOC: Yeah I know. I wouldn't have it any other way.

A rough growl greeted them from the entrance. Boudona shivered at the sound before turning and screaming "Da! Oh crap what are you doing here?" She jumped off the cot still completely naked.

Donner Sark was a beast of a man at least seven and a half foot he just smiled as he grabbed the young man who'd just made love (couldn't think of anything better here that was semi appropriate) and threw him outside. Donner easily pressed the young man to the ground with his massive four-hundred pounds of pure muscle. Leaning in Donner asked a simple question. "Do you like my daughter? Or," he moved the foot to Dober's throat "were you just enjoying the bounty?" Donner waited for an answer.

John sees this happen and begins to snigger a little.

Boudona moved towards her father raising her hands high. "It's okay Da I wanted him to."

Several more boys approach Boudona smiles to see them and turns to Dober who is still on the ground. "These are my brothers Har, Nule, and Jagger. They're triplets."

Each of the young men was seven feet tall black haired and well muscled with slightly enlarged right arms.

Dober ignored the oeveryone else except the guy with the boot on his throat.
"You not much of a father if it matters what I was thinking."


Dober easily straightened his body out right up the back of the leg of the big man.
His head *poped* right out from under the mans boot.
He scaled the big man's back and sunk his incissors into the man's ear.
Drove his finger into the other as deep as it would go.

John walked over to Boudonna's father, tapped him on the shoulder, and said, "Sir, respectfully, I believe it'd be wisest to let him go this time. I have to look after my sister the same way a father would have to look after a daughter. I've also seen this guy fight. A conflict here would be very devestating to all parties involved."

Donner smiled at John while ignoring Dober. Instead in a very calm voice he said. "Among our people it is not uncommon for the teenagers to mate as long as it was at the very least meaningful." With this he reached back and threw Dober on the gorund again. "I'll ask once more. Are you planning on at the very least going out with my daughter because being used might have some very horrible reactions from all involved." At this he pointed at Boudona's brothers and then finally at Boudona.

"What was it you did to that last guy that ditched you honey?" Donner asked her.

"I circumcised him before ending his life. But I'm sure I won't have to do that to Dober." She said back.

John then sniggered, "Well, circumcision isn't as bad as castration..."

She shook her head before saying. "It's almost as bad when you do it with a twig." She laughed and pawed at the ground.

Dober dusted himself off.
"Well since it appears you have no objections." He examined what was on the end of his finger.
"I imagine it would be more up to your daughter. Because if there was using going on, it was most assuradly mutual."
He wiped his hand on the ground.
"I'd also appreciate it dearly if you would knock next time you come calling on my day off."
He straightened up as dignified as an earl, half naked, dirty, bleeding, and at 5'7" he was the shortest person present.
He gave Beddy's father a smile with the last part.
The boy was much older then his years.

Donner nodded and shrugged "Alright as long as there is no using. It's just that Malley told me to come to this hut. By the way I'm the berserker tactics teacher."

The brothers smiled cracking their necks in unison.

"Well Mr.Sark you have fine daughter here, I imagine you're very proud of her.
My name is Dober McMoore." Dober clenched his fist and the knuckles poped he opened his hand and extended it to Donner Sark.
"I wish I could call it a pleasure."

The tiny plane spiraled down into the school, landing in the first open space that was anywhere near long enough. A figure jumped out as soon as it touched down, and it took off again without stopping. Once out of sight of the country, it would vanish in a flash of light and a swirl of shadow... but there would be nobody there to see it, of course.
The newcomer dropped into a crouch as he landed, somehow managing to avoid falling, then stood. Everything about him seemed perfectly normal- average height, average build, ordinary coloration- but somehow it was obvious that he was not a person to be trifled with. Anyone sensitive to psychic auras would instantly recognize a being of incredible power and terrible evil...

Brushing off his hands, he said (to who ever is in the area where he arrived), "Greetings. My name is Kazar-Tiyon. I believe I am expected?"

Malley stood before Kazar-Tiyon decidely unimmpressed before lifting a hand and motioning where his hut was.

Donner looked at the strange boy who is daughter liked so well before saying. "Well I've got both of you on Monday. Have a good rest of your weekend."

kawalalumpor

John, seeing this, laughs his ass off. When he's finished, he laughs some more.
"That's great! It's almost as good as me and my ex's dad going at it. My problem was that he had a machine gun and I had a pocket knife........." John then procedes to laugh some more.

Several people were staring at John like he was stupid.

OOC: That was before everyone walked off. Meant to post that he was also talking to what'shisname that's not your char CE.

Dober walked past John on his way back to his hut dusted him elf off more(though it was unneeded).
John heard Dober mumble, and realized it was directed for him because of the small grin on Dober's face.
Big bastard, I almost pissed myself

Donner smiled before yelling "I heard that."

Boudona went into her hut which was right next to Dober and John's.

John unpacks his small bag and places his prized possessions, his book collection, on a case he made in woodshop at school. He picks one up and reads it. The title is, "Advanced Judo theory. How to throw an opponent without moving."

OOC: Nice book.

Dober went to his hut, unpacked his bags.
One bag contained seven pairs of pants, seven shirts, seven pairs of undergarments, seven pairs of socks. All of Dober's shirts were black, all his pants as well. Socks two, even under garments.
People back home stopped noticing Dober only wore black long ago.
He couldnt afford any other clothes, as the money he won boxing went to his family. Though as far as Dober was concerned he didnt need any other clothes. These served the purpose of having clean coverings for everyday.
He had a sewing kit(actually two spools of black thread and four needles.)
Several bottles of Dit Da Jow.
He had no pictures of his family, no keepsakes, no books, he had one pencil, three envelopes, three sheets of paper and three stamps.
IN his other bag he had his rataan escrima sticks and his butterfly swords-or eight sash butterfly swords.
He set his Dim da Jow next to the candles he would not need.
He laid down to take a nap. Forgetting he was hungry.