frostythehitman

okay
so you're asking me to beat you up in a variety of different ways while you're totally blind
i gotta ask again
are you really sure you want this
because what you're really asking for here is a trip to the hospital

omg i'm not saying to knock me out
just... give me something to work with!

okay fine i'll try and go easy on you
but if you end up getting seriously hurt it's not my fault okay
you asked for it

[ Even though he will still feel absolutely terrible about it and think it's his fault ANYWAY. ]

thanks james! i really appreciate this.
are you free tomorrow afternoon?

sure
i get out of work at 2 so any time after that

how about 3?

though, we probably can't do this at the rec center or in the park... people might get the wrong idea...

we can go to another area
like pesgare
that one's supposed to be real quiet
or we can just go find a dirty alleyway no one wants to walk down and do it there
your choice

a dirty alleyway sounds like a good way to check if my tetanus is up to date

so i vote pesgare

then i'll meet you at 3 at pesgare

[ and lo and behold, that's exactly where he'll be at 3, as promised! ]

[Rinka spots him as she walks down the dock. A back pack containing her batons and a scarf to use as a blindfold is on her back (along with water and snacks~).]

Hey James! Do you know which boat goes to Pesgare?

[ James jerks a finger over at one of the boats. ]

That one. I had to ask around to find out, but it's that one there. You ready to go?

Yeah, let's do this.

[Rinka boards the indicated boat and settles herself as comfortably as possible on a small fishing craft.]

[ aaaaaand let's just fast forward now through the trip to Pesgare until they find a nice quiet place somewhere there for them to beat the daylights out of each other. ]

Alright. Let me know when you're ready.

[ James just stands there with his hands at his hips, because he doesn't need to stretch or prepare or NOTHING. ]

[Rinka, meanwhile, is going to stretch and warm up, because like hell she's going to do this cold. After about ten minutes she's starting to feel limber and fishes the blindfold from her pack. Stepping to the center of the area, she covers her eyes, and focuses. Listen to the sounds around her, feel the air on her skin, smell the scents on the air...]

Okay. Come at me.

[ James is hesitant at first, but then approaches her slowly. He didn't like the idea of this to begin with, and he feels even more uncomfortable with it now that he actually sees Rinka blindfolded in front of him. So he takes it slow and easy. Instead of throwing a real blow that could hurt, he instead reaches for her forearm to swing her around a bit until the force of rotation is strong enough to maybe send her stumbling to the ground. ]

[Sparring with Anna had kicked up a couple new memories. Training with her father and kicking ass against a bunch of really questionable looking guys. She' still not too sure how well she'll be able to put any of that to use just yet though.

As James grabs her arm, she feels a strong urge to dump him on his ass. But it's like reaching for a book that's on a shelf, and while she knows what order the books are in, she's not sure exactly which book her hand is in front of.

So down she goes. Only instead of going face down into the dirt, she tucks her chin and somehow manage to turn her fall into a roll.

As she climbs to her feet, she brushes her hair out of her mouth and makes sure the blindfold is still secure.]

Do that again.

[ Well. Color him impressed. Those are some pretty quick reflexes she's got there, especially when she can't see where she's falling.

If she wants to do it again, then fine. James is less hesitant this time, though, because now he knows he's not just throwing a blindfolded girl to the ground. He grabs her arm and swings her around again, just as before. ]

[Rinka forces herself to keep her eyes closed, to not try to see through the blindfold. It's there both to remind her to not rely on her eyes, and just in case she does accidentally peek.

Focus. Listen. Smell. Feel. Everything but see.

And just before James hand closes on her arm again, there's a moment when she almost thinks she can see something in her mind. A brief flash of energy, like a flame, outlining a hand and an arm.

And then she's falling again. But as she falls, she cab 'see' more. Shoulders, legs, the outline of James's head. Tuck the chin and roll.]

Almost had it.

[She gets to her feet again, this time taking up a more defensive position. Feet in a stable position, arms out front protecting her midline.]

[ He recognizes the stance she adopts immediately--more competent, like an actual fighter prepared to take a hit, than just some helpless kid in a blindfold.

Huh.

He decides to push it a little bit. Instead of another round of swinging, this time he takes an alternate approach. She's got her upper body protected, so instead he hooks his leg around hers and yanks. It's less warning than the swinging--at least with that, there's time to realize what's going on and prep for a fall. Here, it's instantaneous.

And James is curious to see how she'll handle it. ]

[She goes down... but instead of just getting back up, she swings out her own leg, trying to kick James out from under him. He flickers in her 'sight,' there one moment, gone the next, but she does her best to guess where he actually is.]

[ It's not the most well-aimed kick. But James wasn't expecting any kind of retaliation at all, so even a haphazard kick is enough to knock off his balance and send him toppling to the ground with a quiet "oof!"

Once the initial surprise wears off, he can't help but grin. ]

Were you actually aiming, or was that just a lucky shot?

[Rinka is both pleased and a little surprised when she feels her sneaker connect with James's legs. She'd been pretty sure he would be there, but wouldn't have been surprised if she'd missed. But she hadn't missed; she'd actually managed to kick him. And knock him to the ground if the 'off' she hears and the heavy vibration she feels through the ground are any indication.]

I was kinda aiming actually.

[She gets back to her feet and offers her hand down to James]

[ He chuckles a bit upon realizing that someone who can't see a thing is offering him a hand up, but he takes it and pulls himself back on his feet. ]

Alright, fine, I admit it. Maybe you can see through that thing a little bit.

[She's trying to not feel cocky, because her ability to sense him is still patchy; there one moment and gone the next. But wow did it feel good to have knocked him down.]

It's weird. Kind of like... flashes of light. Except it's not light, because it's in my head.

[She puts up her fists again]

Might be getting the hang of this.

[ He raises an eyebrow. ]

So, what, you wanna take this to the next level now?

[ Because oh, if this is gonna be a fistfight, he can make it a fistfight. ]

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