[September 10th, 1000 GMT] [Saldin finds himself approaching a fairly isolated parish that stands alone in surrounded by rolling hills with only a poor quality road leading too it.] [Start] (join #sabooc for dice I guess) (And give me an awareness (hearing) check.) * Saldin blinks a few times, then sighs slightly in what would be called relief. It is a female Saldin today, and other than her shirt having a slight tear in it, she looks as normal as ever, and continues walking. [Oddly you hear some fairly loud, slightly discordant music coming from the the parish. And the sounds of a battle. Maybe, you think it might be something more innocent.] * Saldin blinks at the parish, and starts walking that way. Well, it's not like she has anywhere else to be! As she walks, she seems to get less tense. Wherever she was before must not have been pleasasnt. [Saldin gets closer and finds the door to the parish is shut. He's there's definate fighting of some sort inside, but no cries for help or anything.] * Saldin tries to open the door normally and peek inside. [He's able to do so. He see's several fairly burly looking men, as well as Rev. Warlow in the room. Breaker's currently training against two of them at a time. On the whole, looks like the Anglicans have taken the worst of it.] * Saldin smiles in amusement and attempts to enter the room quietly. [The altar itself is still in tact but much of the church seems as if it's seen better days, and a few pews seem to have made nice improvised weapons. Breaker's currently engaging in a whirlwind of blows, while Warlow and the monk are able to dodge or minimize the force fo the blows, but Warlow's still knocked off her feat after a few seconds.] (stealth roll on entering) (-4 bonus) * Warlow exhales for a second and gets back up. "Once you start learning to control your blows, you could have me on the floor in a second, that took over two minutes." * Breaker pauses and snickers. "But you're still on the floor." [No one notices you enter.] * Saldin takes up a position leaning against the wall, and looks on with a smile on her face. [Breaker is wearing almost business casual, a set of pants and a polo shirt. Both look pretty old. Well like they were new a few weeks and then Breaker had her way with them for a while.] * Saldin just leans against the wall and watches. It is pleasantly refreshing and unharrowing. * Warlow walks up again. "Not everyone will be as easy to toss around as a principally shotgun fighting human in her forties." Well I should hope not, that'd be too easy. * Warlow waves off the other fighter who joins the rest. "Alright, so you're techniques so good, come at me, I'll even stay unarmed. [Breaker charges, kicking and swinging. Warlow keeps falling back and being knocked back into shattering pews. She keeps getting up though as Breaker gets closer and closer in.] (Awareness (sight)) [Saldin notices Warlow picked up a nasty sharp chunk of wood from the broken pews she's been knocked over, and Breaker's about to get too close and be at her mercy.] (for the log) So you can fall down a lot, I'm impressed your still getting up, but that's not going to last. * Saldin 's eyes widen, and she seems to want to say something. * Saldin yells, in what is an oddly harsh voice for her, "Breaker! Get back!" [She has time, there's another fall before Breaker gets close enough.] (Ah, bah.) * Breaker seems surprised but falls back. * Warlow doesn't follow through and stands up. "Well, at least you listen to sound advice. Another moment and you'd have been at my mercy." * Breaker laughs. "Bullshit." * Saldin steps away from the wall, but will let Warlow give the lecture. [The various priests look Saldin's direction. One makes a muttered comment about the fact that buddhism evangelism is more appealing that he anticipated. Another that he's glad he doesn't have a vow of celebicy. The third looks at the first two and tells them to set their mind on Godly things.] * Saldin looks over at the priests, then back at Breaker with a smile, saying in a softer, almost sultry voice. "Hello, Breaker. It looks like you have been training hard." * Breaker shrugs. "Not so hard. They let me play my music." * Warlow looks to Breaker. "Alright, so, why'd your newly arrived friend tell you to stop if there wasn't danger?" Can't stand to see violence against old broads? * Warlow actually looks amused at that. She right Ms. Qian, or do you prefer Mr.? * Saldin smiles a little as well. "Miss, today, is fine. And no, it was because of the very sharp piece of wood that you were about to teach her a lesson with." * Warlow grins faintly and shows a jagged foot long shard she had behind her back. "From my line of fighting, but most humans and extraplanars have hearts somewhere." * Breaker grins. "You palmed something. Bitch." The later is said with a slightly amount of respect. And even though you focused all your energy on the attack, you were letting me get close, there'd have been enough time to point this to your chest before you through me. And had I so desired to impale you by the time you sent my flying. * Breaker looks dubious and turns to Saldin. [Other priests say a few quick prayers, then seem to look at Saldin with new eyes, quickly apologize and walk off.] * Saldin ignores their apologies, focusing on Breaker instead. "She is correct. It is a valuable lesson in caution." Well, I suppose that's enough for a while. If you two wish to talk go ahead to your room Breaker. [Saldin notices that Warlow's still bleeding more than a little although she's trying to stand like she's uninjured.] * Breaker shrugs. "Cool." * Saldin looks at Warlow critically, then says, "If you would lead me, then?" (And from now on, you can basically assume the partially sultry voice, because that's what she's stuck with.) * Breaker nods and leads Saldin back to a fairly nicely adorned room with stoned walls. [There's a bed, a dresser, a big screen TV, and a lot of snack food. Also another radio, nice one, and a huge collection of punk music.] [Awareness (sight) check +6 modifer [There's also her demon blood covered outfit hanging on the wall. Otherwise she's got a few pants type outfits.] * Breaker goes and plops down on her bed. There is another two chairs in the room.] So, what's up monky? * Saldin will take a seat as well, and smiles at Breaker. "Simply wandering, and I ended up here. I have been thinking of you quite a bit, especially since I heard about your tournament." * Saldin puts down her pack/bow as well. I thank you for the rest. It has been a long day, and it is not even noon here, is it? * Breaker nods. "I think it'll be cool to watch, I mean gang fights could be kinda sweet, but that was mstly intimidation unless they need me to bite or claw or something." * Breaker shakes her head. "Nope." * Saldin smiles weakly. "I'm afraid I don't find watching fights as interesting as you. Especially as I am thinking I will have to compete." * Breaker shrugs. "Well, it'd probably get old after a while, but many, superpower battles, that's fucking cool. But why do you have to fight, doesn't the government have like dozens of people?" * Saldin shakes her head slightly. "Well, for one, I am sure that SAB would like every person they could assisting them." She pauses for a second, and adds in a conspiritorial voice. "However, I am considdering not fighting for SAB, but for my own monastic order." Monastic.. oh, your group of monks. Uh, okay, that's cool. Don't like big brother or something? * Saldin smiles faintly. "Something like that. I simply do not know that working for SAB for the rest of your life would be in your best interests, and since you have decided to put your future up to the strongest fighter..." she gestures a little weakly. "I shall compete." I am afraid I am not a very strong fighter, however. * Breaker smiles a little. "Well, thanks for caring. They haven't been too bad so far. Got me what I wanted, even took me to a store where everything was punk or black or chains, but it didn't seem right to have clothes that were beaten up in a factor something. So I got lots of pants, boring and uninteresting, cause, y'know..." * Saldin smiles a little. "No, I really don't. Why did you get pants if you wanted something else?" Well, I'm obviously a girl, but I was afraid in a skirt, you know you aren't supposed to be able to trust priest if your young. But I'm not sure if I need to watch out for the male ones or the female ones. * Saldin blinks. "Really? I never knew." She pauses for a second. "Although they reacted quite strongly to me today." Did 'ey? Didn't notice. So, good luck I suppose. Can't say monky stuff is too appealing I hear it's hard work. I mean there was this one old guy in London who said he'd teach you to fight if you cleaned and waxed his cars and did chores and shit. But it turned out he was just in it for the child labor. Didn't know jack." * Saldin laughs. " That is sad. But I would not be fighting for you to become a monk. Unless you wanted to, of course. Oh? Cool. * Saldin bows, saying. "I would be honored if that were your choice at any time." * Breaker nods. "I'll think about it." * Saldin nods. "I would simply offer training. There are many things we can offer one of your talents, including a lack of commitment to any organization but yourself." Sounds nice, but, that's sorta what they all say. Or that I could have all the fun I wanted. * Breaker looks slightly suspicious. * Saldin laughs a little and says, leaning a little towards Breaker, "I am sure they would, but that cannot really be believed, can it? If the training is of any worth, it will not always be fun." * Breaker goes back to a more neutral pensive look. "I guess so. The bitch back there says that too." Bitch continues to have a slightly respectful tone * Saldin makes a faint mming noise, then says, "She seems like an observant woman. She is right." She laughs a little. "If it were fully up to you, would you be doing any of this anyway? Certainly not hanging around possibly lecherous priests." * Breaker shrugs. "Don't really know. Sorta what the contest is for." * Saldin nods slightly, then says a little awkwardly, "I am sorry the decision is so difficult for you. To have such a thing forced upon you cannot be pleasant." * Breaker grins "Well, being stronger than your average tank and getting better almost before I get hurt aren't so bad." (Wanna wrap in here?) (Just a few secs.) (k) * Saldin laughs faintly. "I cannot count how many times I would have liked to heal as fast as a Champion." She stands and picks up her pack. "I was more referring to the implication of responsibility." * Breaker laughs. "Implications and responsibilities don't bother me, I tend to ignore 'em. * Saldin smiles. "Not all of the organizations who will be fighting for you will feel that way." She pauses for a second, then says, "I should begin walking. If I do not see you again before the tournament, I hope that whatever decision is made is one you will be happy with, and will cause great good for the world." * Breaker smiles a little. "So long as the first parts true I got no problem with that." * Saldin glances at the pants and adds with a comfortable smile, "And you should pick up some dresses if you want them. If the priests bother you, simply... make them leave." The last is said with an uncharacteristically teasing tone. [End in here proper]