W.O.O.H.P Spy Training School: The Sequel - Starts

[pokemon4eva]

Samchu told me there is always a spot open I hope she wasn't kidding.

Name:Fable Sanktom
Gender:Male
Age:19
Appearance: Tall about 6'3 kinda tan suntanned skin a muscular body Brown hair with gold highlights Hazel eyes a Green school jacket (unzipped) and a patch that looks like the W.H.O.O.P insignia but insted of W.H.O.O.P it reads A.G.E.N.T.S (the brother to W.H.O.O.P) on the right side(someone Else's eyes, left side in his eyes) and a white undershirt, blue jeans, white tennis-shoes.
Personality: Heroic, will put his neck on the line for his friends; Serious, Doesn't play around much; Kind, he is a gentle romantic.
History: transferred from A.G.E.N.T.S academy no one knows why and nothing else is known about him besides that he is a 10th degree blackbelt.
Relations: None
Other:A good chef and a Good medic and also a good repairman

[Mystic_clown]

Valentine
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Genk leaped for a flying kick for Valentine's head. The white haired youth simply side stepped it before throwing his body into Genki's as he went past, sending him to the floor. Genki quickly scrambled to his feet to see Valentine with his arms up, hopping from one foot to another, a boxing pose.

"I've been trained in a number of combat styles," Valentine said, his voice or posture showing no fatigue at all. Genki smirked.

"Well, this is interesting," he said, getting back into his pose. Valentine had to admit, Genki was better trained then most opponents he had faced, even on the simulators. Even if he did lack the proper finess, he was still pretty good.

The wo circled eachother, Valentine inching close to him. As soon as he was in stricking distance, he swung a hard right. Genki caught it and pushed him away. Valentine leaped forward, sending a hurricane of punches in his direction. Genki either blocked them or dodged them, either way, not one connected.

Genki then set to strike Valentine, this time in the chest. The white haired boy slightly jumped to the side before swinging a haymaker at Genki's face...

TAG

[Samchu]

Ok pokemon4eva, MT says you're accepted but just have to clarify that because of Sam's history the two of you can't be really be aquaintances. They might have met briefly but Sam wouldn't remember or acknowlege it.

[pokemon4eva]

Ok I changed it but I don't have time to post right now.

[pokemon4eva]

Fable
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"Wow this place is perfect for me" I say

"Well the map says the gym's right around this........." I said turning the corner into the gym.
"If my memory serves right those two are Genki and Valentine, huh I don't wanna get on the wrong side of them I'm gonna leave"I say right when Genki got a haymaker to the face.

Awhile after walking he arives at his room, "Ok I need only 10 minutes and I will have this place in a style" I say to myself. 10 minutes later he goes back to the gym, "Don't those 2 have to eat"I say, "Well I think I'll root for Valentin.'' Fable walks through the gym doors and heads for the bleachers. "This is better than T.V., KILL HIM VALENTINE, GO AFTER HIS SCRAWNEY NECK"I yell

[ChobiChibi]

~Rox~
I sat cross legged on the bed opposite Zak’s, my arms folded across my chest. I scowled at the nurse who was attempting to check me over.
“I’m fine, I’m fine… Go look after Zak, he’s more important.” I protested.
The nurse sighed. I had been in here many times and I’d never learnt her name, but she certainly knew mine.
“Stubborn as always…” She rolled her eyes and made her way across the room.
I glared at the back of her head as she turned around and tended to Zak. Was my reputation really that bad with the staff? I was probably seen as one of their “problematic” students. It was the problems that we overcame that made us who we are now. Sure, we had a bad history, but why hold that against us?
My attention was turned back to Zak. He looked so cosy in my hoodie, curled up fast asleep on the infirmary bed. I placed my glasses on top of my head, my head rested in my hands with my elbows resting on my knees. How could I let this happen? He’s only little and he’d only just got here…
… But he was older than me. This was a spy school; he would have to learn to stand up for himself anyway. Still, guilt ran through me.
“Roxanne?”
I looked up to see Jerry’s old, worn face. His fuzzy blur of an expression didn’t look very happy with me. I straightened up, slipping my glasses back on my nose so I could see him properly.
“Yes?”
“What happened earlier?” His expression remained the same, his voice serious.
“I was taking Zak back to my place, so he knew where it was. We were walking through the park when we were attacked by a gang of four thugs.” I recalled. Jerry said nothing, but continued to frown at me. “What? Don’t tell me you don’t believe me…”
He sighed; he looked more exhausted than I could ever remember seeing him. “Look, I’d like to believe you… But recently your temper has been very high…”
“What??” My voice was raised. “Okay, I see your point… But why would I beat him up and then carry him all the way back here?”
“Roxanne… I’m sorry, but-”
“Zak will tell you! He was trying to protect me from them and one of them smacked him over the head with a metal pole and-”
“The metal pole that we found with no finger prints or DNA. I know you carry that stuff around with you.”
“I only destroyed the evidence because-” I stopped myself. If Jerry knew that Zak had violently attacked civilians in such a rage, he could end up in a lot of trouble, even if it was self defence.
“Because?”
“Because I could.” I said, my eyes locked to his, an old trick I’d picked up to show him I wasn’t lying. “Look, I don’t care what you think, I didn’t attack Zak. You can even check the blood on my shoe from one of the thugs if you really don’t believe me.” I slipped my shoe off and tossed it lightly towards the end of the bed. Who needed two shoes? Not me.
I slipped off the bed and made my way out of the room. As I reached the door I heard a faint voice.
“Roxanne? Where-”
“I’m sorry, Zak.”
I exited the room, making sure not to turn back. I shut the door quietly to prove to them I didn’t have a temper problem.
“Is he okay?”
I looked down at the floor. Craven looked up at me. She was leaning against the wall.
I smiled weakly. She obviously hadn’t heard what had just happened. “Yeah, he’s getting better. He just woke up if you want to see him.”
“You’re not staying?” She asked, a confused expression on her face.
“No… I need to…” I swallowed hard. I needed an excuse before I went. “I need to see Alex.”
She nodded. “See you later.”
“Yeah…”
I turned and headed up to the library. I found Alex there buried in one of her books.
“I need caffeine.” I announced before sitting down next to her on one of the library’s comfy chairs.

[Ghost]

Damon Castle- Currently wondering around
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What to do now....Damon thought, walking idly around. He thought that maybe if there was a gym of some sort, he could go there. He'd also be happy if there was a shooting range, to polish up on his old skills- He hadn't fired an M9 Beretta in months.

Walking slowly around, he looked for a sign that said something about a gym. Anything, anything he could find..."Ahah!" Damon thought, finding a sign that showed where everything was. Food Court...Main Lobby...GYM! He thought, and hurried over to the gym, only to find two people dueling it out in a boxing match. Boxing... He remembered it fondly.

The sound of the crowd cheering from below... The cheers and jeers as you hit someone in the face with a devasting, bone crushing hit... He sure did miss it.

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A Few Years Ago...

"And here crowd, is your newbie, coming in at 4-0, The Assassin, DAMMMMMMOOOONNNN CASTLE!" The crowd of around 15 to 20 people cheered as he walked into the ring. Damon was currently at the Fight Night boxing gym, where all newbs to the game came here to fight. Currently, Castle was on a hot streak, Knocking out all of his last four opponents out in 3 rounds each.

He remembered the tall black man walking into the ring. He was 6'9', nearly 275 pounds, with a mean scowl on his face. He never forgot that man, seeing as he easily dominated him in one round, knocking him down 4 times before Castle finally gave in.
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Boxing... He definately would never forget that. Well, I may as well watch,Damon thought, and slouched up against the wall and watch him duke it out.

[Mystic_clown]

Valentine
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He had expected Genki to duck or block the hit. He surpessed a smirk as his haymaker connected with Genki's face. However, he had turned his head at the last minute, so instead of hitting him right in the middle of his face, he got him square in the cheek. While it softened the blow to some extent, it was enough to send Genki staggering back, almost to the floor.

Genki stood there, panting an probably wondering how someone as small and frail looking as Valentine had so much power in him. Valentine didn't seem to be tired at all.

"Don't you ever get tired?" Genki asked between pants.

"Yes," Valentine replied flatly, "But it seems I have greater stamina then you." Not htat Valentine could blame him.

After all, he was only human.

"Do you wish to stop?" he asked. Genki just smirked.

"No way!" he yelled, charging at him. Valentine aim a roundhouse kick at his head. However, Genki slide beneath him, effectively getting behind him. Before the white hair boy could do anything, Genki had gotten to his feet and got him in a Full Nelson.

It almost seemed as if Valentine was in trouble. He could feel his arms getting pulled back as Genki tightened his hold on him. Suddenly, Valentine fell forward, throwing his whole body downwards and draging Genki down with him. Genki released his hold to prevent himself from falling as well. With his hands now free, Valentine grabbed hold of Genki and through himover his shoulder.

He did a flip in mid air before barely landing on his feet. His fatigue was very apparent now. Before he knew what was happening, he could Valentine right behind him.

"This ends now," he spoke a Genki felt his hand clamp onto where the shoulder meets the neck. Genki grew stiff for a second before slumping to the floor unconcious.

Valentine had put the sleeper hold on him.

It was then he noticed the small crowd that had gathered, who were now cheering over his apparent victory. He looked down at Genki's sleeping form.

"Rest now," he said, "You need it."

And with that, he turned and headed for the gym exit.

[pokemon4eva]

Fable
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After Valentine left the gym I decided to follow him. Outside the gym I asked a few questions.......

"How did you shrug off about every one of Genki's moves?"I asked.

"Well you got to be durable It took intense training."Valentine said.

"At times you seemed to know his moves before he did."I stated.

"Well you have to get inside your opponets head."Valentine anwsered.

"Those were some pretty powerful moves"I laughed.

"I messed up a bit on the haymaker and hit his cheek it was ment for his forehead."Valentine Laughed.

"1 last thing...............wanna spar in the gym after you ragain your stamina?"I ask.

[~Genki Katchum~]

Sorry for not posting earlier. It was finals week for me, so I really had to buckle down. But I'm free now!! wh00!! 4 years of hell are OVER!!

....Now for 4 more... T_T

~Genki~

Genki remained on the ground as people began to leave the gym. As the last person left, the door clasped shut. Genki's left eye opened and Genki looked around without moving to see if everyone had left. Once he saw that the coast was clear, Genki leap to his feet and cracked his neck.

"Heh heh heh. He ain't half bad," Genki chuckled to himself as he cracked the rest of his body. "He should've know better, though. Sleeper holds don't always work." As he said this, a grin crept upon his face. Back when Genki had been going through his Genin ninja training, he was taught how to survive most sleeper holds. This technique involves both relaxing and flexing the neck muscles as well as dislocating the neck bone.

Genki cracked his neck again and rubbed his cheek. "He's definitely not one to fool around with. That haymaker could've taken be out if it had hit it's mark." Genki streched again and threw a few moves to work his muscles. Exhaustion got the better of Genki, and Genki collapsed on one of his moves. "Crap," Genki groaned from the ground. His stomach began to growl again. The fight had taken out what little energy the junk food had given him. "A guy can't live off of cheetos and coke alone, I guess. I need some real food."

Genki struggled up, grabbed his things, and made his way outside. Genki made his way over to a park bench and flopped down, moaning,

"I... need... foooooooooood...."

[Mystic_clown]

pokemon4eva: Valentine hardly shows any emotion at all, so he very rarely cracks a smile, let alone laugh.

Valentine
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Valentine's mixed eyes looked over the tall man standing beside him.

"You saw how Genki fared against me," he said, his voice flat as usual, "Are you sure you want to fight me?" The guy just smiled.

"Of course," he replied, "after seeing that fight, I feel like taking a crack at you." Valentine was quiet for a moment.

"I'm going to get something to eat," he said, looking away, "After that, then we might spar."

"I'll join you," he said, beginning to follow the white haired boy, "You could tell me about yourself."

Valentine stopped and looked over his shoulder.

"My name is Valentine and I'm 17. That's all you need to know." The guy just laughed.

"I meant where you're from. Who taught you how to fight like that." Valentine's eyes slightly narrowed.

"I'm afraid I cannot reveal that information," he replied, urning and walking away, not even looking back to see if he was following him.

[pokemon4eva]

Mystic let me guess Valentine only smiles after he wins.

Fable
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As Valentine walked to the cafeteria I stood there thinking "I might be a turkey about to become dinner."

"Wait Valentine I forgot to tell you my name it's Fable Sanktom."I quickly yell as he rounds into the Cafe.

"This is just like the A.G.E.N.T.S school
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A few years ago.
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"I can't belive it guys I'm the Speed Demon of the South"I yelled holding the S.D.O.T.S. Trophy
"Nice job bro."A guy walking in the shadows said
"Cretoz your stupid henchmen couldn't stop me"I yelled
I would not rase a tone to your older brother"Cretoz snickered
"Yo if you got a prob wit Fable you take it to me"My Late friend Tiger Shin said
"And me too"My also late friend Snipe Jaw said
"This will be good" Cretoz said while drawing a pistol.

In two seconds My life changed forever My brother killed my friends and now I would kill him

"You.........you Monster"I yelled, that was the last I remember. So far....
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At the moment I think I might have got a Invinceble like 'friend' noe(I mean friend like hopefuly a future friend)

"Valentine is powerful just like Tiger......If he beat me."I wisper

"I think I should bring Genki some food he might starve if I don't or at least he will stop moaning!"I say

I bring Genki some Tariaiki chicken and shushi on the side and some O-J to drink but leaves before Genki can speak to me.

"I love the smell of my own cooking"I think

My stomach finally growls

"I NEED A DOUGHNUT" And I freak out too

[MascaraTears]

Alex

I sighed softly and, without removing my eyes from the words of the novel, remarked, "Sometimes I think we've lost the magic."

Rox looked at me and cocked her head to the side ever so slightly. "Lost the magic?"

I closed the book, taking joy in the loud noise the thick volume made, and leant back. "Maybe it's just me..."

Rox took my book and used it as a pillow, looking at me drearily. "Why are we losing the magic?"

I sighed again and tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear. "I just think that things aren't as exciting or exhilarating as they used to be. I mean, sure, I was excited about coming back here, but that was more returning home excitement than anything else. I don't know, maybe it's just because I've been away, but I don't feel as in awe of my spywork as I used to be. I'm thinking that maybe the magic is gone."

Rox smiled at me, that all-knowing smile that would stretch her lips everytime she was sure she was 100% right, and shook her head at me. "You're not losing the magic. If you'd have lost the magic, not even the friends - family - you have here could stop you from leaving."

I grinned and leaned against the table, somehow I was still partially amazed at how smart, or philosophical, Rox could be at times. Despite her childlike manner, she was always there when you needed her.

"Let's get you some caffeine, tired Rox is boring," I remarked, standing from my chair, "Ooh! I know! Let's get you drunk again! I love drunk Rox!"

[ChobiChibi]

~Roxanne~
I glared at Alex as we left the library. “I wish you’d tell me what I did…”
“When?” She smirked, knowing just how much this subject irritated me.
“When I was drunk on the night of Sam and Eevee’s wedding!”
“That would be telling.” She laughed at my frustrated expression. “At least you’re admitting that you were in fact drunk and not just ‘extremely hyper’”
Out in the corridor, our conversation ended. Most people were now heading up towards their dormitories as night was closing in and there wasn’t that much left to do.
My conversed foot slapped the tiled floor, causing a rather large echo around the corridors, which was followed by the soft pad of my other foot. Those students that were still around gave me strange looks as the noise continued.
“Rox… Where’s your shoe?” Alex asked, obviously annoyed at the stares we were receiving.
I stopped, wiggling my shoe-less foot in the air. “Oh yeah… Jerry needed to borrow it.” I hadn’t really noticed it was gone.
She frowned. “Where’s your hoodie?”
“Zak borrowed it.” I answered simply. “He was cold.”
“Why do you have a bruise on your cheek?”
I swallowed hard. I knew she wouldn’t like the fact that I got into a fight on the first day back, but it wasn’t exactly my fault. “I got into a fight…”
Her reaction surprised me. “Did you win?”
“Yeah, we did.” My smile disappeared and I stared down at the ground.
“We? Rox? What happened?”
By the time I had finished explaining, we’d made it to the front doors and were stood outside. She gave me a comforting hug.
“It’s okay, there’s nothing you can do about it now…” She said, leading me away from the main building. “Lets just go home and get you some coffee.”
“Mmm… Coffee…”
“Exactly, coffee.” Alex laughed. She knew that anything that contained caffeine was essential to my everyday activities.
I knew that nothing would happen to us on the way home, but I couldn’t help being on edge as we walked through the park. The next challenge would be class tomorrow.
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Alright guys. Time to head up to your dorms and sleep. Class starts very soon! X3

[pokemon4eva]

Fable
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"Where's a Krispy Kreme when you need it" I say," Well hopefully I can find one in the morning right now I need some sleep for my first day of class tommarow well hopefully I made a good impression on Valentine I don't need any enemys here."


"Hmm... my room good the cleaning I did earlier hopfuly pays off" I mumble, "The Spy manual vol.1 I'm gonna be up all night."

Three pages pass

"This is so boring grr I need to buy a T.V. " I say, "Well I'm going outside and find a place to stargaze but first I going to change clothes "

(Now I am wearing shorts and tanktop)

Looks like a clearing that will be perfect" I say

I pass into sleep
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[Mystic_clown]

Valentine
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He hardly had anything to eat and drink. There were so many food and beverages he wasn't used to, or even heard of. Most of his sustinance had come in ration form, dehydrated and freeze dried, not like the majority of foods that were on selection. He just settled for some plain beef and water.

Now he sat on his bed, alone in his dormitory as night fell. He didn't feel like sleeping yet. It took a lot for him to get tired.

His lessons were to start tomorrow, he would finally see how WOOHP ran things, and whether all he had been through will pay off.

Why should I be nervous? This is just like another test, another examination.

Feeling the need to calm his mind, the white haired boy stood up and headed for the door. He knew of the perfect way to take relax him. The only thing he could consider a hobby..

He left his dorm and headed for the gym.

[~Genki Katchum~]

~Genki~

Genki was on the verge of passing out from food deprivation. A whole day without food! Insane! The sun, slowly beginning to make it's descent, wobbled in Genki's eyes. It taunted him by taking the form of a giant orange.

"Friggin' orange..." Genki mumbled as his eyesight slowly faded. Orange... yellow... white... black...

white.... yellow... orange... the scent of Teriyaki Chicken and Sushi brought Genki back into the world of the living (although that's probably just an exaduration). Genki's head shot up and quickly began to scourge the area for the location of the scent. That was when he saw it. A platter of food along with some Orange Juice being carried in his direction. Genki quickly leapt over the bench and rushed towards the guy.

"Hey, I could hear your moaning from all the way over there and thought you might like something to--"

Genki quickly snatched the food and glass of OJ before the guy could finish and scrambled back to his bench to pig out. The food didn't see the light of day much longer after Genki had gotten his hands on it as it was immediately scarfed down. Briefly, Genki beat his chest and chugged some OJ to help the food go down as he was skipping a few dozen chews. Genki's hunger was so great that he didn't even care about that fact that orange juice with teriyaki chicken and sushi was an extremely odd combination.

After Genki had finished eating, he layed himself down in the grass and watched the sun set. Slowly, his eyes began to close as he remembered the exhileration of his earlier fight. Slowly, a grin crept on Genki's face as his mind began to wander into its unconcious state...

[eevee-shayna]

I planted a long kiss upon Sam's lips before slipping out the door. In my hand I clasped a duffle bag which contained my training equipment. My other hand held tight to Sam's clasp.

Sam shut the door behind us, and like two teenagers sneaking out of the house for the night, we made our way to the failure WOOHP gymnasium.

The night was cool, with dew dampened grass and a moonlit path. Yellowed street lamps were like fireflies against the darkened sky, and lonely wooden benches stood abandoned beneath shady trees. It was a beautiful night, and felt like home.

We reached the cold, brick walled building and snuck in like naughty children. Sam flipped a light switch on and a few florescent light bulbs flickered on above us. He left half of them off. I smiled at him, because the darkness was just so comforting.

I dropped my bag against a wall, then slid open a semi-hidden panel in the wall. The shelf in the wall held the controls to the music system in the gym, and a stack of my work-out music. I picked a mix tape of Billy Joel songs and turned the volume up. “Pressure” blared in the room. I closed the panel and went to my bag. I took off my shoes and socks, then taped up my feet. On top of my shoes I placed the hoodie I had been wearing. My attire consisted of a WOOHP tank top and dark blue sweatpants. Since my hair was short, I didn’t have to worry about tying it up. I grabbed my favorite sais from my bag and faced Sam.

“Don’t you want to swordfight?” Sam yelled over the music.

I looked at the weapons in my hands. They were well oiled and sharpened. The metal was black as onix with sleek curves. The handles were black leathers with blue ribbons criss-crossing down the handles and trailing a few inches off the hilt. They had always been my choice weapons – and this pair was the one I had practiced with for hors on end almost every day during last year. Jerry had taken notice of my favoritism and had sent them to me during the break as a wedding gift.

“You can use a sword if you want, but I’ll stick with my sais, thank you,” I responded.

Sam just shook his head and got into stance. In a dramatic beat in the music, I began the first attack. My sai skills were still as good as ever, since I still snuck practices in during the summer. Sam was good enough at sword play that his skills weren’t too rusty.

Sam thrust his sword at me – which was not a practice sword since we were at the level of spy training where wooden practice swords were an embarrassment – and I caught his blade in my sai, then shoved it back. The sharp clangs of our weapons could be heard over the music we attacked. The entire room was being put to use. Every time I thought I could trap his blade with my two sais and de-arm him, he pulled away and attacked.

“I missed this,” a said between clashes.

“What, being beaten by me?” Sam said with a sly smile.

“Ha!” I responded, and continued to fight. With our well matched high level of skill, this would be a long fight.

[Mystic_clown]

Valentine
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He didn't expect anyone to be up at this hour, let alone in the gym with rock music blaring.

With silence, he slipped into the gym. There were two students that, engaged in a battle. He recognised them instantly. The pair known as Sam and Eevee. Sam was armed with a sword while Eevee was armed with sais.

Valentine had to admit, the skill the pair possessed was indeed impressive. They were hte skills a true spy should possess.

It's a shame they have such weakness.

The two didn't even seem to notice him as he made his way across the gym to the conjoining weapons training facility.

Looking over the weapons available, a small smile graced his features when he spotted hte katana. Even better was the fact there was two of them.

Mastering one was one thing, mastering the use of two of them was trully difficult.

He looked over weapons he was holding. The blades was about 2'34'' long, possibly made from iron and had standerd black leather cothering the handles. Nothing special. Both were identical.

What happened next could be described as a dance of blades. As if to test the blades, he practised an assortment of vertical and horizontal strokes. Leaping and spinning as if in a dance. his moves graceful He feet barely made a sound, the only sound coming from the hum the blades made as they sliced through the air.

Upon finishing his little 'dance', Valentine gave a satisfied smile.

These will do.

Silently, he returned to the gym. The two were still fighting. Valentine's face returned to its usual blank expression.

I guess I'll have to wait.

He sat down in a cross legged position, the katana's laying on his lap, and closed his eyes. His mind tried to drown out the music, only listening to the sounds of the blades clashing.

A little meditation never hurt anyone.

[Samchu]

Sam
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With a permanent smirk plastered across my face, I attacked Eevee again. As my blade swung to her chest, she caught it nimbly in her sai and stabbed at me with the other. Throwing my weight to the side I easily dodged the attack and pulled my blade from her trap with a swift spin. As she came at me, I drew my blade upright, knocking away her attack before quickly countering with one of my own.

And so our battle continued, with each of us exchanging equal blows and neither of us seemingly able to outmatch the other. Truth be told, we weren't exactly trying. We hadn't battled like this for so long - since before she'd gotten pregnant - I was just happy for the opportunity to fight with her again.

We didn't formally conclude our battle, just agreed that we'd have enough of a workout to satisfy our needs. She'd definitely been sneaking in some practise sessions over the summer but I was glad for it, gave me the chance to rediscover my fighting style. I hadn't picked up a sword in so long.

"You've been sneaking in practises," I said slyly once our mock battle was over.

"I had to. Needed to lose all that baby fat," she giggled.

Our brief moment of 'alone time' was interrupted when Eevee drew my attention to the silent newcomer, meditating in the corner. Apparently he had been sat there since shortly after our battle's beginning. I had a feeling I knew what he wanted, judging from the two katanas laid across his lap. Nodding to Eevee, I head over to greet him, as I approached he raised his head to look at me. He remained silent, his face carrying an unreadable expression.

"Battle?" I offered, with a slight flick of my blade.

He nodded, rising to his feet. I quickly made my way across the room and entered a battle stance as did he. Two katanas against my sword, an interesting competition no doubt. I was convinced that he could potentially be he greatest opponent I would have faced since coming here. Had to be honest, it was about damn time.

He attacked first, and his control over both weapons was immediately noticeable. I blocked the first blade quickly, sweeping in round to block a slash from the second. To have such ability with both weapons was highly impressive. I forced him on to the defensive, pushing forward and attacking with a quick flurry of stabs and slashes. He handled them easily enough, blocking the first attacks and knocking the rest away in order to provide an opening for an attack of his own. I jumped back, providing enough space between us to ensure myself enough time to block any attacks he might throw at me.

“You’re a pretty good fighter, perhaps one of the best I’ve seen in a long time. Though I have to ask, what exactly did you give up in order to pursue such mastery? You don’t strike me as the social type. There's probably nothing that you truly care about is there? That's what you gave up isn't it? You gave up your emotions."

"Emotions make a warrior weak," he replied calmly. "Love is a weakness. It gives your enemy power over you."

"Is that what they told you?" In a flash our blades were locked once again. "But if there is nothing you care about…” I forced one of his katanas against the other, locking them tightly around my blade. With a quick snap of my wrist, I forced the blades out of his grip. Sweeping my leg, I kicked him to the ground and held my blade to his throat. “…then what are you fighting so hard for?”

Offering my hand, I helped him to his feet.

“I enjoyed our battle,” I told him honestly. “But now I must retire. I would like for us to do this again sometime, you truly are a talent fighter.” I bowed to him respectfully and then returned to my wife. “I think it’s time we went home.”

[Mystic_clown]

Valentine
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The white haired youth watched as Sam and Eevee left the gymnasium. Valentine had to admit, Sam's amount of skill surprised him. After all, he did not expect to be beaten.

But then again, living, breathing opponents are superior to any simulated adversary.

It was Sam's question that wrung in his mind. What did he give up to become what he was?

He had assumed it was emotion, but then again, Valentine couldn't remember the last time he actually showed emotion, or even if he had at all. He had always followed orders without question. 'Emotion has no place with a spy' he was told.

But then, what did Valentine give up? Did he have anything to give up in the first place?

As he continued to think about this question, another formed in his mind.

What did Sam give up for that much skill?

He was unable to ask such a question as Sam had already left and was possibly now at his home. Finding nothing else to do, he replaced the katanas where he found them and headed back to his dorm.

[Ghost]

Damon Castle
~~~~~~~~~~

After watching a few matches, including a match between Sam and a white haired boy were fighting, and by the means of it, it seemed to be a pretty intense match. They traded remarks, which Damon assumed were name calling, but then, he heard the white haired boy say just so loud enough that he could hear it, "Emotions make a warrior weak. Love is a weakness. It gives your enemy power over you." Now this was definately true. Love was a cripple for a agent - Losing someone that you loved was a horrible thing. Some people would go literally insane with rage and hate over a loved one dying, and usually chane forever. Espically if it was someone close, like a wife,husband, mother or father. Some people could just not accept that fact that they were gone.

This man was very smart. His name was something along the lines of Valentine, wasn't it?

Anyways, Damon had to get going. He had other things to do. Walking outside of the gym, he hurried down the corridor to a map. Seeing that the dorms were a totally different way, he hurried to rush back there. As soon as he was in his dorm room, he shut the door and drew out his laptop. He scanned his finger and typed in his password, and was booted to the menu screen. After a voice recognition, he opened up a microsoft Word document and wrote some small things down, and then powered down his laptop.

What to do now...Damon thought, heading out the door.

[pokemon4eva]

Fable
~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Huh......" I said drowsily.
"Must have dosed off for a few minutes"I yawn.
"I wonder if there is a place to get drunk here??"I ponder.
"I'm gonna head to the gym now, lets see go into the building and take a left, a right, then 2 lefts got it."I say.

"Empty.......I guess the punching bag is first, then weights, followed by shooting hoops, lastly 10 laps around the gym, but first some music ok(I put in my country cd) good."I mumble.

"OK first a little Shadowboxing (my style of karate)then some Japanesse shodakon(my other style of karate)" I brag


(P.S. I was bragging to a bag lol, rotfl.)

[Mystic_clown]

*pokes* um, where is everybody?

[MascaraTears]

Couldn't wait for Becki forever!

Alex

The sky was already dark by the time me and Rox got home. Rox threw herself onto the large sofa as I picked up the few letters from the floor.

"You know," I called out, reading who the letters were addressed to, "Post is so much better here than in England. It actually arrives."

Rox smiled at me. "You exaggerate."- "It's fun." - "Anything for me?"

I tossed a brown envelope onto her lap. "I'm assuming it's from Jerry. I have one too?"

I pushed her legs off of the couch and sat next to her. Rx looked at me oddly.

"So who's the other letter from?" She asked, leaning forward to see if she recognised the handwriting.

Involuntarily, I blushed. "A friend back home. Stop that!"

Rox recoiled and pulled a sad face, sticking out her bottom lip.

"It won't work." I sighed, standing from the couch and walking towards the stairs. "I still wanna get you drunk!"

"Just try it!" Rox shouted back at me as i went upstairs to read my letters.

[ChobiChibi]

~Roxanne~

“Wake up Roxanne, it’s time for caffeine! Caffeine is good for the Roxanne!” The little chibi sang childishly in an attempt to wake me up. It had once been a cute little thing I had programmed to make hacking a little easier but now she practically organised my life for me.

I rolled over, pulling my blanket up over my head. “Just a little longer, Suki…” I mumbled.

“Wake up Roxanne, class starts soon! Caffeine and class are fun for Roxanne!”

Unable to bear another verse of Suki’s song, I forced myself out of bed, tapping the space bar on my laptop to show Suki I was up and wandered into the bathroom, fishing my glasses out of my hair. Once I was clean and looking reasonably presentable, I made my way downstairs, laptop under my arm and into the kitchen where I found Alex making breakfast.

“So you managed to get up then?” Alex commented, smirking. I shot her a small glare. “Suki seems to wake you up better than I do.”

“The mere mention of caffeine sends off signals to my brain to wake up and go get some.” I sighed. “It’s like an addictive drug with no harm to my body and Suki knows this too well.” I sat down at the table, opening my laptop and attempting to access the WOOHP network. “Damnit, the internet’s out. Stupid router…”

I headed into the living room to reset the router whilst Alex remained in the kitchen.

“I’ve put the coffee on.” She called.

I sat back down at the laptop and tapped my fingers on the table as I waited for the connection. Suki danced around the screen, pointing towards the webcam image she had recorded.

Naughty, naughty, Alex… Spiking my coffee with Vodka… And a large amount of it at that! I thought, playing back the video. I’m not drinking that… I wanna see her drink it…

I began plotting but was distracted by what I saw on screen. I skim-read the article that had stood out on the front page of WOOHP’s intranet.

“Alex, you might wanna take a look at this.” I said, watching her look in the cupboard for sugar. “Never mind the sugar! That was more of a command than a suggestion.”

She sighed before coming over and standing behind me. “Another WOOHP agent has gone missing. We believe he was taken by force from his home in Los Angelus. No witnesses saw the vehicle involved but heard sounds of struggle and screeching of tyres.” She read aloud. “So? It’s LA. Stuff like that happens all the time in LA.”

“But look at the first word. Another.” I stressed the word to her, pointing at the screen. “That suggests more than one.”

“Well check it out then!” She huffed, placing her hand on her hip.

“Alright, alright! I was going to!” I said as calmly as possible. I tapped a button on the laptop for Suki’s voice control. “Suki, search the article archives for missing agents in the past four months.” The chibi on the screen sat down and read a virtual book. “This may take a while…”

I got up and made my way over to the kitchen counter. I knew the one with the red stripe was mine yet I picked up the blue striped mug.

“That’s not yours.” Alex said quickly.

“So? It’s just coffee.” I replied, shrugging and taking a sip. “I never thought I’d say that…”

“But that’s my coffee…”

“You can have mine. I mean, there’s nothing wrong with it, is there?” I said, using every bit of energy I had to prevent myself from giving her the ‘all-knowing-I’m-right’ look otherwise known as the smirk.

“No…” She lied, taking the mug from me.

“Search complete! Displaying results.” Suki called, her high pitched voice cutting through our conversation.

I sat back down and scanned over the page. “Holy crap, Batwoman, this is not just a random event… Look… Four months ago, there was one disappearance and since then it slowly progressed… There were fifteen last month… But nobody seems to be doing anything about it… Alex? Are you listening to me at all?”

She was staring at the bottom of her mug, her head tilted to one side. “Sorry, what?” She asked.

I sighed. “Never mind… Come on, we should get to class.”

Saving the search I had just done, I closed my laptop, shoved it in my bag, threw a pair of socks and my one shoe in there and slipped on a pair of flip flops.

I stood over Alex as she tied her shoe laces, giggling every time she made a mistake. I didn’t know she was such a lightweight… Maybe I shouldn’t have had hers…

“Yay! I successfully tied my shoelaces!” She exclaimed, standing up and throwing her arms around me.

“I don’t care what you say, I’m driving today.” I stated, freeing myself from her and grabbing the keys from the hook and dragging her out the door.
~~

Plot plot plot >:3 *runs off*

[Mystic_clown]

Valentine
-------------------------------------
Valentine had woken up earlier then anyone else. He didn't require as much sleep as them.

The two blades he held hummed in the air as he did his little 'sword dance'. His moves graveful as they were last night, each move as if they were all in one fluid motion. He eyes were closed, visualising himself fighting invisable enemies, like he did in the simulators.

However, something was putting him off. His defeat to Sam the previous night.

By all accounts, he should have won, so how was it that he was able to beat him?

After a few minutes, he ceased his trained and sheathed the katanas. He silently returned them to their rack before leaving the gym.

Class would be starting soon. He was classed as a transfer student, so he'd be with the graduate students, along with the other transfer students.

Despite his blank expression, he was a bit curious as to what they'd be doing. He knew they'd be doing missions, but what about before that. Valentine was actually looking forward to finding out.


Sorry for the crappiness people...

[pokemon4eva]

sry it took so long

Fable
~~~~~~~~~~
Fable just woke up but in a good mood he loved his first day what awaits him in his second. He is a Trasfer student just like Valentine, he wonders whatthe classes are like hmmm?

While walking past the gym woder of what sounded like Hin-Goui-Bousai (A particular sword dance) but he just kept walking heading for the classes.

so about the crappiness in mine also....

[~Genki Katchum~]

Yaaaay! It's the next day!

~Genki~

*yawn*

Genki slowly opened his eyes, gazing at the rising sun. After taking a few moments to gather his thoughts, Genki hopped up, cracked his back and stretched, lazily throwing in a couple punches and kicks. After his morining stretch Genki took a deep breath. Noticing a stench coming from himself, Genki grabbed his bag and made his way over to a pond on the campus, tossed his clothes aside and hopped in.

"Gah! Cold!!" Genki shouted as he splashed his face.

Genki took a moment to look at his reflection in the water. His long hair drooped all around his head, covering a lot of his face. "Huh... I guessd I do look kinda like a caveman... heh."

Genki's hair, normally a bit more curly and almost afroish, had been matted down for weeks because of an "incident" not to long ago.

"Blah!" Genki dunked his head into the water and scrubbed his scalp, trying to wash out an oily substance. After several dunks without change, Genki finally gave up on trying to wash his hair and finished his bath. When he put on some fresh clothes, he also decided to try using a rubberband from his bag to hold back his hair so he wouldn't have such a hard time seeing.

The red bag slammed against Genki's back as he started walking towards the school gym.

"Time to get me a proper morning workout!"

[Mystic_clown]

*sighs* not again *bumps topic* where is everyone?

[Mystic_clown]

*sighs* I guess I have to keep this going...

Valentine
---------------------------------
The white haired youth strode almost silently through the hall. The boy was ready for his first day of 'training' and was determined not to be late or anything.

Of course, he was more likely to be early the anything else.

"Well, well, look what we have here."

Valentine stopped and his eyes fell on a couple of guys heading his way. One (most likely the leader) had a superior smirk on his face.

"A litle emo kid taking a stroll," the guy laughed. Valentine raised an eyebrow. Emo?

"Look at his hair," another said, "He looks like a girl."

The other two laughed, and Valentine glared.

"Aww are we hurting the little girl's feelings?" the leader said in a mocking tone. Valentine's face remained stoic and unfeeling.

"I don't have time for this," he spoke as he continued down the hall. The leader however grabbed Valentine's shoulder.

"Listen you little..."

He never got to finish. With an insane amount of speed, Valentine pulled himself out of his grip, grabbed his arm and brought his elbow down on it. A sickening crack could be heard as the bone snapped.

The guy screamed out in pain as he clutched his arm. Some of the bone was even petruding from the skin. The ther two were shocked and then glared at Valentine hatefully.

"Get him!"

The two charged. Valentine slid between the two, getting behind them. He kickde one in the back of the knees, bringing him to his knees before delivering a roundhouse kick to the side of the head. The boy's head slammed against the wall with a dull thud and he slid to the floor unconcious.

The second spun around and threw a punch at him. Valentine caught it with easy, and then squeezed his fist hard. THe boy writhed in pain as a number of bones could be heard breaking. The boy cried out in pain and Valentine pulled him forward, getting a jab at his throat. The boy clutched his throat as he fell to his knees. Grabbing him by the air, Valentine droved his knee into his face, breaking his nose.

Valetine looked at their leader coldly, who as now whimpering over his broken arm. He took one step forward and the broke into a run. He wouldn't be having these problems again. They feared him now.

He fixed his hair slightly before continueing to class.


Hello...where is everyone?

[pokemon4eva]

I'm still here

Fable
~~~~~~~~~~~~
Basically stalking Valentine to look for weaknesses I saw him take down three people without a scratch.

Sneaking right behind him I was as quiet as a church mouse, but then........

"I know your there kid",The White haired boy said.

"Oh your good by the way call me Fable," I said.

"Who said I wanted to know?," He asked.

"How long you knew I was folowing you?,"I asked.

"Ever since the gym,"He said glaring at me.

"Do you know the ancient art of Hin-Du-Bu-Shin or the brother of it Hok-Mon?,"I asked



I know it's short but at least I put something I can't make valentine answer that M_C can you answer me by post or message me about it.

[Samchu]

No worries, this rpg is very much alive, I assure you. Lol, you shoulda seen the original, we had like a month between posts at some points. Anyway, I'll throw in my post.

Sam
~~~

I lay awake in bed, staring at the empty spot beside me. It had been like this every morning for months now and I wasn't sure how I felt about it. Kio seemed to have a habit of waking up at some ridiculous hour of the morning and Eevee would always be there to make sure he had whatever he needed. I suppose it was helpful, it menat that Kio never woke me up in the morning but just once I would have liked to wake up and find my wife lying next to me. I stared over at the alarm clock. 6:30am. Classes were starting later that day. "Now's as good a time as any."

With a yawn I rolled out of bed and dragged myself into the shower.Once I'd freshened up, I headed downstairs. My sister and Eevee were in the kitchen talking and eating breakfast. Kio was sat on Eevee's lap, entertaining himself on a piece of soggy toast that he'd obviously been gumming on for some time now.

"Morning," said Serena, smiling broadly.

"Hey." I kissed Eevee and Kio before making myself some breakfast. "So, all set for your first full day as an aunt?" It would be the first time Serena had taken care of Kio on her own but I knew he was in good hands.

"I can't wait." She tickled Kio's stomach and he giggled. "We're going to have fun aren't we?"

"We should get to school early so we can have a warm up," I told Eevee as I gulped down my breakfast. "We're seniors, we can't show up to class unprepared."

Eevee nodded and started to play with Kio's hair. "You better behave yourself."

"You talking to me or the kid?"

"You act younger than him sometimes so 'kid' could mean either of you."

I frowned. "Stop stealing my wit from me."

"Sorry. I'll stop."

"Good," I nodded firmly and finished my breakfast. "It's time we made a move."

Eevee handed Kio over to Serena and then spent several minutes fussing over him to make sure he wouldn't miss her when she was gone. I secretly suspected that the kid might be glad of a little personal space for a change.

"He can't miss you if you don't leave you know."

"Don't be so mean." She crouched towards Kio. "Be a good boy for aunty Serena ad Mommy and Daddy will be home soon." She kissed him on the forehead and stood up. "Alright we can go."

I smirked and tossed her the bag containing her sais and a change of clothes. "Alright," I said, "let's go be spies again."

[Mystic_clown]

and it's been almost two months since someone posted -_-;;

Valentine
------------------------------
Valentine simply nodded in response to Fable's question. He had knowledge of numerous fighting styles and the skills to match, but he didn't feel like telling this guy. Details about himself were strictly confidential.

Fable smirked.

"Maybe you could show me some moves afterwards," he said.

"I have class to attend to, so if you'll please..."

"Oh sorry, hey, maybe we'll be in the same class."

Valentine felt like banging his head against a wall at that point. What was it with these people? Couldn't the get the hint that he didn't want to talk to any of them?

Deciding to ignore him from now on, Valentine continued on to class, trying to ignore Fable.

[Mystic_clown]

Gaah! Where is everyone!? Am I the only one who doesn't want this thing to die?

[~Genki Katchum~]

I'm here for ya Mystic!!!

~Genki~

Genki stepped into the gym to find it barren.

"Huh. Nobody here... what's up with that?" Genki mumbled as he tossed his bag to the side and apporached the punching bags he had practiced with the day before. Genki took a deep breath, held it, then quickly began exhaling as he attacked the punching bags with rapid punches--each different from the previous. After finishing the punched, Genki went into kicks. He did a foward-kick into the bag in front, then went after the one behind him. He went after every bag without even budging his other leg. After kicking all the bags with one leg, he switched to the other and repeated the process.

After spending another ten minutes or so wailing on the bags, Genki was stopped by the sound of a bell tone. It was then that Genki remembered where he was and where he was supposed to be--in class.

"Ah crap," Genki sighed as he quickly grabbed his bag, "guess I gotta get to class." Genki headed out the door and made his way over to the school. Suddenly, Genki realized something. "I don't have a class schedule!" Genki scratched his head for a moment and looked up at the large school. "Hum.... guess I should just pick a room and go for it..." Genki picked a room up on the fourth floor and started to climb up the side of the building. He could've easily gone inside and made his way up, but that wouldn't have been any fun.

Genki quickly made his way up the side of the building by using the windowsills for hand and foot grips/jump points. Once he reached the fourth floor, he slid open the window, hopped in, and slammed the window closed, not caring about the noise he was making.

"And what do you think YOU'RE doing?" Asked a very disgruntled teacher.

Genki turned around and gave a sheepish grin, "Coming to class! What does it look like I'm doing?"

_________________________________________

THERE! Now let's get this party REstarted!!!!

[Mystic_clown]

Alright, this is getting a bit rediculous. I am aware that the original had very long gaps between posts, but this is just stupid. Let's face it, this thing's going to die!

[~Genki Katchum~]

;~;

Where IS everybody?!

[Mystic_clown]

*frustrated* I dont care what Samchu says, it's official. This thing is dead!

[eevee-shayna]

Well la dee da...
*dodges rotten tomatoes*
~~

IC:
Sam pulled keys out of his pocket and walked toward the car.

"What are those for?" I asked.

Sam held up the keys and pointed to them.

"These are keys, my dear," he said, obviously enjoying himself, "This one is used to open our house, which is over there. And this one is for starting the car so we can travel short of far distances."

I stifled a smirk and retorted, "No, I meant why do you want to drive to school?"

Sam pondered exaggeratedly and then announced, "Perhaps because we'll be late for school if we don't drive. We were a little late leaving."

I ran over to the garage and returned. Throwing a board over to my husband I inquired, "Still remember how to skateboard?"

"We haven't skateboarded since the beginning of Freshman year," Sam said.

Ignoring his remark I said, "Race you!" Before he could dispute it I slung my duffle bag over my shoulder and was skating out of the driveway. My turn into the street was less then graceful, but that didn't stop me.

"Come on! You’ll be late for class!" I yelled behind me. Sam looked at the car hopelessly, and then got on his board and followed me.

We sped by the campus, yelling sly remarks to each other as one got ahead of the other. Neither of us had skateboarded in awhile and so grace was not among us. But we could still get up quickly after falling and speed along. By the time we reached the building that held out classes we both got off our boards and hobbled the rest of the way.

“That wasn’t one of your smarter ideas,” Sam said with a smile.

I laughed warmly and said, “But it was worth it to see you knock over that trash can.”

Sam joined my laughing. “Guess we need more practice,” he said as he rubbed his sore shoulder.

“Yeah,” I said in a quick agreement.

We walked up the steps to the building entrance, looking like two high school students, when we spotted some commotion.

“What’s up with the WOOHP Troopers?” I thought aloud.

Sam raised his eyebrow as he looked at me. “WOOHP Troopers?”

“You know, the WOOHP campus police,” I said, trying to defend myself. His eyebrow stayed raised. “Oh come on, you have to admit that they share some resemblance with Storm Troopers,” I continued as I motioned toward them.

Sam stared at them for a moment and replied, “Well, they do always have white uniforms.”

“And black weapons,” I added.

“And always so emotionless,” he added.

“And answering into their walkie-talkies,” I continued.

“I guess I can see where you got that from,” he said. With a snicker he mumbled to himself, “WOOHP Troopers.”

We reached the said WOOHP Troopers.

“What phenomena graces us with your presence today?” I asked sweetly to one of the officials.

“Crisis,” he answered simply.

Sam and I looked at each other, and then back at the officer.

“A crisis that will lead to a mission?” Sam asked.

“Most likely,” the man replied.

“What’s the crisis?” I inquired, loosing my playfulness.

“Wait until the rest of the class appears,” The man said. It was apparent that he wouldn’t give us any more information.

I sighed. “Everyone else better show up soon.”


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OOC: WOOHP TAG for all!