No Pain No Gain

GM: None
Players: Cash, Vixen, Cameo Appearance by Janie
Synopsis: Titatanic Battle between Cash and Vixen with surprising results, No dice were harmed during the making of this log.
Date: June 4, 2070


6/4/2010

02:29 AM
Logfile from denver.

Late one night at the Aurora Academy of Self Defense:

Vixen doesn't look meditated or medicated. She looks downright pissy and in a kill them all let god sort it out kind of mood. She methodicall punches and kicks at a large bag working up a bit of a sweat and theirs a scary intensity about her. What did that poor bag ever do to her!

Cash slips in quietly, not making a big deal of his arrival, hat pulled down low. He leans against a rack, simply watching Vixen drill the bag for a bit.

Vixen pounds with force and then growling in what would rightly be perceived in downright frustration she jumps up and pounds both feet hard into the bag sending it rocking wildly. "YaaaaH!" She steps back and wipes the sweat from her face with her forearm putting a hand out to still the bag and slows her breathing back to somewhere in the normal range.

Cash claps his hands a few times, taking off his hat and hanging it on the rack. He tightens up his ponytail as he approaches slowly, in his bow-legged gait, "Lookit you all workin` up a sweat!", raising his eyebrows discerningly. He asks, "You… lookin` for a sparring partner, perhaps?", pulling off his jacket and throwing it onto the hook.

Vixen startles her gaze over towards Cash and a brow lifts, "Leave it to you to know the way to a girls heart." She grumps a bit, "I've been looking for something to beat on all night." She sizes Cash up and down a bit, "You lookin pretty damn healthy…all that non smokin, sober crap." She moves towards the Street Sam pausing within striking range.

Cash brings up his guard, smiling a bit, "Oh yeah. I'm all work and no play these days. You always knew how to get me to unwind.", rolling his neck as he slips off his boots, kicking them to the edge of the mats. He gets into the "Ready" position, giving couteous indication he is ready to begin, before letting out a triplet of jabs aimed about an inch in front of Vixen's face.

Student, Teacher, Lover, Friend, Ex, Stranger… All the roles Cash and her have played in eachothers lives over the years flood Vixen's memories. So many years. Vixen nods a bit and say's, "Really? And here I was trying to get you all riled up and givin a damn." She brings her guard up quickly, knowing that Cash has the advantage of speed. She moves with caution rather than speed. Her tongue seems to be as much of a weapon tonight as her fists, and she patiently waits for Cash to make his move. "Come on babe. Show me that you give a damn."

Cash grimaces, his advances slowing, unfocussed as he switches from attacker to defender. His movements are as fluid and precise as ever, but he's just a bit distracted. He rolls to the right to get some distance, kipping into a wide, stable stance, taking a deep breath, "They say true warriors don't have to speak to communicate. Their fists can communicate for them.", now past the warmup stage. He doesn't go for the classics, this is all new, somewhat raw and unrefined. His muscles flare as he snaps a few combos off, his punching a bit different than from the past. He's sacrificed some speed for power, but still, his hands could be considered some of the fastest in the world. His eyes, his pace, it speaks volumes for his sincerity. He fights as an equal, a kindered soul that has a great deal of stress to work out. It acknowledges Vixen's rage, as if to say, "Bring it on, I will bear the burden of your fury!".

And that's all Vixen needs to unleash it. She trusts Cash, perhaps he's the only person she has ever trusted. Trusts that she can hit him as hard as she can, that he can hit her as hard as he can and still have room for whatever else there is. She almost revels in the pain of that first hit, barely shaking it off, Damn he's strong! She acknowledges it without fear then gives as good as she gets, using all the weapons in the arsenal of her physical being as she makes a grab for the bigger man's fist and tries to use his momentum against him to throw him to her feet.

Cash cheeks redden from the clipping strikes, the samurai's offense broken as he swings wildly. His movements land him into Vixen's waiting hands, his center of balance too long and hunched over to keep from being tossed. All 280 lbs of him come slamming down on his neck and shoulders, causing a light rumble in the concrete beneath the mats. His body sags for a moment before his legs whip up, twirling his body so that he can get his hands beneath him. He rolls away, kipping up to his feet, rolling his shoulders and blinking a bit, an indication that his bell is a bit rung from the last attack. He takes deep breaths through his nose, then lashes out with a series of hook kicks and side kicks, pausing between kicks to hop laterally, trying to encircle Vixen and exploit an undefended point in her movements.

Vixen steps back and regroups as Cash lands hard and starts to circle like a panther that's been caged too long. Then the samurai blurrs into motion and its all she can do to keep Cash from harrassing her, blocking with her forearms and he finds a weak point in her defenses and slams a kick to her chest and she goes flying backwards landing hard and sliding a bit on the floor. That hurt but damn if she'll let him know that. She winces as she rolls over and rises turning again to face Cash moving into a sideways stance and again begins the hunt. Her eyes smolder with bright intensity.

Cash doesn't let up for a moment, hooking his heel behind Vixen's and reaching across her chest. From his hip, he heaves her over, going for distance rather than force. As soon as he swings her loose, he bolts with augmented speed, both hands high over his head, the "Doublefisted barbarian" strike, arcing it down toward Vixen forcefully in a blur of motion. While this move is incredibly powerful, Vixen would know that once he's began his leap, he cannot change his target. It does not seem to be an oversight, however. Cash is rocked from the throw from earlier, and not able to think clearly. He's getting sloppier, but he's not losing any endurance.

Vixen gasps as she gets thrown, landing just where Cash wants her, and then Cash the giant, at least that's what he looks like at the moment, is coming at her with a knock out blow and Vixen brings her feet up to her chest in almost a defensive move, then just as he's about to land the blow she rolls to the side and pistons her legs into his side, an almost instinctive move rather than anything she's ever learned. Where Cash seems to be the energizer bunny in this scenario, her arms and legs are beginning to feel like jello. She huffs a bit and stands on slightly wobbly legs trying to get her bearings.

Cash feels the kick to the ribs, crying out a bit as he goes to his hands and knees for a second. His own momentum impaled him on Vixen's strike, landing a staggering blow and almost knocking the wind out of him. His right foot slips out from under him as he tries to get up, but he catches himself before falling. He keeps his distance, maintaining a defensive position, trying to get some of his wind back. The limp in his left leg says he twisted his ankle when he landed wrong. The shiner around the rim of his cybereye is beginning to welt up and look puffy. Still, the Samurai shows no signs of defeat, or quarter for that matter.

The woman growls, "That was stupid love." She grins showing that she has a spine of steel but the bravado can't quite hide the fact that she's hurting. She's moves defensively and waits for the samurai to gain his feet and decide how he wants to proceed. One thing about being slower than your opponent, most decisions are made for you.

Cash loses some of the harshness around his eyes, panting, "That `un stopped… a chargin` bull.", with an eyebrow cocked. His neck jerks to the side for a moment, turning off his wired reflexes, his shoulders slacking a bit. He settles down into a more "Kung-Fu" inspired stance, dancing a bit, weaving in and out, throwing out short, speedy jabs, attempting to bait Vixen to aggression.

Vixen frowns as Cash changes tactics and it it throws her off her game. She debates with herself and then launches into a flurry of strikes and feints, blocking some of Cash's taunting moves and soaking others and tasting blood in her mouth on one, but still she advances attempting to move him towards the bags and hopefully give her a bit more of an advantage. Herding the master into a compromising position, but she won't be using that for blackmail.

Cash senses Vixen's frustration, trying to turn it to his advantage. The fight is going cat and mouse, but he knows the next big shot could end it for him. In terms of time ticking away, he is doing well, managing to keep Vixen occupied. In terms of endurance, he's just breaking the first limits of his threshhold. He knows in the back of his mind that he can win this fight playing the time game, so he continues to bait, this time feigning a kick to the face and then going low for a double-leg sweep.

Vixen reaches up and grabs Cash's knee as it seems to be coming at her face rather than dodging it, and gets her feet knocked out from under her in a spectacular fashion, falling hard to the mat but she holds on like a pit bull determined to bring the big man down with her. The miscalculation on her part is where will the huge man fall?

Cash lands on top of Vixen, getting enough footing to keep from landing like a ton of bricks. One hand holds up his top half as he pants, sweating, even bleeding a little his face parked so awkwardly close to Vixens. His breath his hot and his body is shaky, a good deal of the fight whipped out of him. With a smirk he goes the dastardly and underhanded route, seizing the opportunity to try to kiss Vixen!

Having someone like Cash land on top of you isn't just something that -happens- its more like an experience you really need to have to fully appreciate. Vixen squeezes her eyes shut just before the big boom and opens her eyes in surprise when it doesn't hurt as bad as she was expecting. She cautiously opens her eyes just in time look into Chash's cybered eyes. She's panting, bleeding, in pain and then he's kissing her and she forgets to breath and forgets to think and forgets that she's angry and bleeding and in pain. She's kissing him back ferociously.

Cash clutches Vixen in his massive arms, savoring the distantly familiar kiss. It's a sort of romance only the two of them could really get. His fists met hers like lightning and his heart crashes into hers like a freight train. He pulls away from her lips, still panting, "Eve… I'm a damn, stubborn fool…", shaking his head. He continues, "I never loved anything like I loved you. I'm not gonna make excuses. I'm sorry.", reaching up to brush some of the blood from her lip with his thumb.

Vixen takes a shaky breath and her own heart skips more beats than she can count. God she's gonna have heart failure. Right now. Right here. She swallows and gives a bit of a shaky laugh, "Damnit babe. Don't you dare make me cry. And you are a great big silly fool! But your -my- great big silly fool." She admits, "And I'm not ever gonna let you forget it!"

Cash closes his eyes, resting his head on Vixen's chest, "Awww… We just… we just make sense, huh?", with a contented smile on his battered face. He holds up the greater part of his weight, but rests against her noting, "We are too unique and crazy to not be together. You were always on my mind…", singing out the last part to the tune of the Willie Nelson song. He is content to lie there for a moment before asking, "We should get cleaned up, eh?".

Vixen shakes her head, "Nope. If I move then I'll wake up and find out I'm having a drug enduced flash back." She wraps her arms around Cash's neck. "We can stay here till I die for all I care." She sighs in absolute total contement. "I haven't felt whole in a very long time. I love you babe."

Janie opens the door and walks into the dojo.

Cash is laying on top of vixen, his legs sort of skewed off to the side so he doesn't crush her with his collosal weight. He is bruised and battered as badly as you're ever seen him, yet his head rests atop Vixen's chest, smiling like he were floating on air itself. The mats are still rippled from the recent fight, sprays of blood and spit randomly landing in rorschachs<sp?> stains surrounding the two of them. It doesnt take a CSI team to tell an intense and brutal fight just took place.

Janie pauses at the threshold as she looks over the carnage, then hurries forward to examine both of the combatants and see how badly they're injured.

Vixen seems completely content to stay where she's at, soaked in sweat, bleeding and not caring if she gets crushed to death. She has never looked more at peace with the world or herself. She glances over at Janie as she see's her rushing forward and taps Cash on the shoulder.

Cash stirs, picking his head up, "Oh! Hey there, red.", pushing himself up to his knees. He reaches down to offer Vixen a hand up, coughing a few times, his free hand clutching to his ribs. Seeing the concern in Janie's movements, he notes, "I think we're fine. Just got a little carried away.".

«Auto-Judge[Vixen]» Janie (#4136) rolls Centering vs TN 2 for "Centering against BGcount":

1 2 4 4 5 5 = 5 Successes

«Auto-Judge[Vixen]» Janie (#4136) rolls Intelligence vs TN 4 for "Assensing Cash":

1 1 1 3 5 5 11 = 3 Successes

«Auto-Judge[Vixen]» Janie (#4136) rolls Intelligence vs TN 4 for "Assensing Vix":

2 2 3 4 4 5 11 = 4 Successes

Janie rolls her eyes. "'Just a little carried away,'" she mock-quotes. "If ye two lunatics really wanted t'redecorate th'dojo in early modern splatterfest, why didn't ye just swallow a live grenade instead?" She does relax, though, and she sounds more exasperated than angry or upset.

Vixen takes Cash's hand and groans as every part of her body protests moving ever ever ever again, but slowly she rises and idly wonders why her knees feel like jello. The perils of fighting with all your heart and getting your hearts desire to boot. It was an epic battle! This battle however can't be measured in terms of winners or losers. She grins like a cheshire cat and say's, "Oh Janie. Blood sweat and tears is what its all about. Isn't it?"

Cash creaks in the ankle, baring his teeth in pain as he steps onto a twisted ankle, "Yeah—EAGH!", tensing his shoudlers and readjusing his weight. He sighs, "Not broken, I think, just sprained.", smirking back over to Vixen. He sighs, "I haven't fought like that in… well ever. It was a lot of fresh technique… You're damn good, Vix…", shaking his head with approval.

Vixen learned from the best, but takes the compliment and hides it in her pocket.

Janie sighs. "Idiots," she pronounces the two of them, then glowers at Cash. "I really ought t'let ye walk on that f'r a couple days t'teach ye a lesson, but it's not as if ye'll suddenly start learnin' now…" She sighs. "Sit down somewhere f'r a minute."

She turns to Vix. "That grin o'y'rs'll be a lot prettier when all y'r teeth are straight again," she points out. "Other'n that, ye seem t'have managed t'get out without any permanent damage." She snorts. "It's not as if gettin' kicked in th'head'd be able t'screw ye up /more/ than ye already are…"

Cash snickers as he slips down to a seat against the wall, favoring the uninjured side greatly. He bites his lip, then notes plaintively, 'Oww, damnit. Lip is split…", as he reaches up to touch the sore area with his finger.

Vixen laughs softly and not even Janie reading her the riot act can put a damper on her good mood. She rubs at her sternum where Cash kicked her so hard he sent her flying and sits gingerly in a chair as well. "I can kiss it but I don't think that would help." Her own tongue throbs where she bit it.

Janie chuckles despite herself at Vixen's comment. "That's more May's style," she replies. "Although she prefers her lovers t'be a little less bloody when she kisses them. Mine, on th'other hand…" She trails off briefly, then grins. "Well, like ye said y'rself. No pain, no gain an' all that. Sure, I c'n heal that a lot faster'n it would naturally, but that also speeds up th'pain a tad…" She smirks at Vixen as she reaches out to brush the woman's cheek, eyes glowing silvery grey as she calls on the Power.

«Auto-Judge[Vixen]» Cash (#1575) has the Attribute Essence with the value '6 (2.698)'.

«Auto-Judge[Vixen]» Vixen (#1018) has the Attribute Essence with the value '6 (4.63)'.

«Auto-Judge[Vixen]» Cash (#1575) has the Knowledge Skill Biology with the value '2 (3)'.

«Auto-Judge[Vixen]» Janie (#4136) rolls Centering vs TN 2 for "Drat the BGcount here.":

1 1 2 3 5 9 = 4 Successes

«Auto-Judge[Vixen]» Janie (#4136) rolls Sorcery + Sorcery Pool: 2 vs TN 6 for "F3 Heal spell on Vix.":

1 1 3 3 4 5 5 11 13 14 = 3 Successes

«Auto-Judge[Vixen]» Janie (#4136) rolls Willpower vs TN 2 for "Soaking drain.":

1 2 2 4 4 5 5 10 = 7 Successes

Vixen blinks as Janie tells her in not so many words that this is going to hurt. She isn't sure if its possible to hurt much worse, but then she's casting the spell and Vixen winces waiting for the pain and the gain that Janie speaks of. She gasps as pain flashes through her and she thinks she might faint. "Oh dear mother mary and frak!" She white knuckles the chair seat and goes all pale and shivery.

Cash watches the spell's effects curiously, cradling his injured ankle on top of his other knee. He winces a bit, realizing the severity of his attacks now. He notes, "Er, sorry about that…", rubbing the back of his neck.

"Basically, most healin' magic involve acceleratin' th'body's natural tendency t'rebuild itself while at th'same time makin' sure it rebuilds itself properly," Janie explains. "On th'downside, it also means that all those aches an'twinges and th'like that ye normally feel spread out over th'time it'd normally take all happen more or less at once."

With that, she turns to Cash. "Now let's see about ye…"

Vixen takes a breath in and out and finds it doesn't hurt really to breath, "Oh don't be sorry. Pay back's a bitch." She nods, "Hold onto your cookies."

Cash grimaces, "Oh, heh… Well doc, are you gonna have to saw it off?", jokingly, extending his leg a bit so Janie can do her thing unobstructed. He notes, "Thanks a lot Red. This would have put a damper on my jogging for sure!".

"Th'/regular/ variants o'healin' spells also include an anaesthetic effect t'block th'pain an'make sure th'patient wouldn't run away screamin' halfway through th'spell," Janie continues her lecture as she runs her fingers over Cash's ankle. "But while I was designin' a higher grade one I had th'notion that if I'm goin' t'be usin' it t'fix up students here who got injured because o'their own stupidity, I really ought t'develop a variant without th'anaesthetic so they'll stop thinkin' they don't need t'worry about gettin' injured…"

«Auto-Judge[Vixen]» Janie (#4136) rolls Centering vs TN 2 for "Centering against BGcount again.":

1 1 5 5 5 9 = 4 Successes

«Auto-Judge[Vixen]» Janie (#4136) rolls Sorcery + Sorcery Pool: 4 vs TN 8 for "F3 heal spell on Cash.":

1 1 3 3 3 3 3 4 5 5 7 9 = 1 Success

«Auto-Judge[Vixen]» Janie (#4136) rolls Sorcery + Sorcery Pool: 4 - 1 vs TN 8 for "F3 heal spell on Cash. (KP 1)":

1 1 1 3 4 4 4 5 5 5 9 = 1 Success

«OOC» Janie says, "Well, that there's the bones realigning themselves properly and the tendon unstretching, the lip zipping itself shut, those teeth straightening back and the gums clamping them fast again… in the space of five seconds."

«Auto-Judge[Vixen]» Cash (#1575) rolls Zen Buddhism vs TN 8 for "Power breathing!":

1 2 3 9 = 1 Success

Vixen rolls her eyes a bit as Janie explains that and say's weakly, "Kinda like getting beat up twice, once slowly, the other all at once." She nods, "Honestly think that healin up all natural like would be a kindness." Wryly.

Cash pulls the pain of the ankle injury down into his gut, breathing with it until finally letting out a pained, "Augh!", which is quite a bit, considering the man could likely withstand most torture without screaming. As his mouth and teeth begin to settle, that is a complicated area. Cash's teeth are all cosmetic replacements, however, that doesnt make anything go awry, it simply makes a god-awful popping noise, his half-broken jaw setting as well. The loudest of the pops causes Cash to lose his composure, cupping his cheek and shouting, "Frag all! OWwwww!".

"It cut down significantly on th'number o'times I'm asked t'deal with bruises or strained muscles," Janie agrees. "Which is another good lesson f'r them t'learn - decide when an injury's severe enough t'ask f'r help, an' when they c'n just walk it off…"

Vixen winces with Cash as if feeling it all with him. "Told ya so."

"… An' that'd be th'hairline fracture Vix kicked into y'r jaw sealin' up," Janie continues as Cash finishes screaming.

Vixen nods emphatically and say's, "The lesson I'm takin from this is when you come near me with your special brand of mojo, I'm gettin drunk first."

Cash takes a few deep breaths, his eyelids twitching as he gnashes his teeth a few times, "Ahh, there we go, good as new… Ahhhhh.", sighing with relief. The endorphins hit his blood from all the shock and he slumps a bit, his body;s chemical responses forcing him to relax

"Oh, I also have a regular healin' spell with th'anaesthetic built in," Janie replies. "If ye ever get badly injured over somethin' more'n stupidity, I'll be happy t'use it…"

Vixen gives Janie a bit of a glare but then chuckles softly, "If I had to do it all again…" Glancing at Cash, "I would." She smiles and stands up stretching a bit, "Thanks Janie. I mean that." She gives the woman a hug and then picks her up and spins her around. "You're the best."

Vixen glances at her watch and smiles at Cash, "Wanna sleep in my hammock with me and watch the sun come up?"

Cash grabs Vixens hand, "Sounds like a plan!", nodding to Janie, "Thanks for the patch job! I'll try not to be in a bucket next time you see me!", with a wink.

Janie snorts as she walks over to the back of the dojo and retrieves a mop. "Any time. Now get out, take a shower an'get some rest, let me get on with cleanin' th'blood off th'mat before th'students show up…"

Vixen grins with a sheepish grin to Janie she practically floats out of the dojo.

Cash winces a bit, rubbing the back of his neck, "Owe ya one Red!", as he heads out the door.

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