Welcome to boot-camp a la Kovu (Xander)

[Kovu]

Kovu paced through the training room, Xander would get there soon. Kovu's head raced. He had chosen his teaching approach, and that is why Kovu had asked Jullian to stay away while he trained the recruits. He knew all the other teachers would try to be the favorite. Kovu knew that wasn't going to be his role, Kovu would be the odd one out. Kovu wuld have to be the meanest teacher alive, his students needd to learn how to become a soildier, and to do it, they'd need to focus their anger on someone. He would be that someone, why?? Because he had to be, that's why.

Kovu contemplated how the day's lesson would go, "It's a good thing they can morph now." Kovu thought to himself. "They'll need to morph after I am done with them." Kovu twirled a knife in between his hands. Xander walked in the door of the training room, Kovu looked up, and said. "Welcome to your first day of training, here you will learn how to fight without morphing. We're about to begin your first lesson. So, do you spend alot of time with knives?" Kovu looked curious, yet cold. The engraved knife slowly twirling in his fingers, he held his cld stare as he waited for a response.

[xander]

Xander lazily walked through the halls of the blade ship, wiping the sleep out of his eyes. A cat nap hadn’t been his best idea but it was that or wander around aimlessly for another hour. He rationalized that for training he needed the energy. After sessions with Seiya and Jullian he was zapped, maybe a preemptive measure was in order.

Entering the training room he spotted Kovu and gave a weak wave. Immediately after his eyes fell upon the knife in the boys hands. Xander touched the spot on his nose where he’d been cut years prior. There was no scar but the slight tingle he felt severed as a reminder well enough. Lowering his arm he straightened and kept an eye on the blade.

“This ain’t exactly my first rodeo,” He said as he stepped closer, “Seiya’s been running me raggedy for past six weeks and then.”

“As for knives I was taught to avoid them at all costs,” he glanced away from the knife and up a Kovu, “that’s about to change isn’t it?”

[Kovu]

((Occ: Not sure i this'll count as godmodding, but Mariah if you want me to change it, let me know.))

Kovu frowned a bit at his response. He stood up, feigned a smile, and slashed at Xander's face, he staggered back against a wall as Kovu walked up to him. He looked down in an annoyed expression and spoe in a short tone. "It was a rhetorical question fool, you interrupt me again, and I'll use this preety blade on you." He held up an army knife, it's curved blade barely licking the tip of Xander's nose.

He pulled the knife away and began the next part of his little speech. "Here is what you need to know about knives. Knives, are easy to hide, they're deadly, and never run out of bullets." At the last word he pushed the knife up to Xander's throat, letting a small trail of blood tricker from his neck. "They come in handy, when you need to do some close contact work." At that, he caressed the tip or the blade around Xander's chest.

He backed up a bit and pushed Xander to te middle of the room. He held up the knife threatiningly, then, pushed it into Xanders hand. He approached, grabbed Xanders wrist and pulled it toward him. "Ok, try to gut me." He said it again. "Try to gut me." But this time he showed by pusing the blade into his chest. "Just stick, and stick, and stick, and stick." At every word he pulled the blade into, and away from his chest. He stopped and waited for Xander to move

[xander]

Xander jumped backward as the knife across his face. It was stupid to have looked away from it. The rules of Knives running through his head from his early days in London, the first two on list were “Don’t get in a knife fight”. Farther down the list after all the rules about avoiding knife fights came, “If for some stupid reason you find yourself in knife fight you are going to get cut, think otherwise and you’ll get cut worse”.

“Have you lost it man?” He tried to push off of the wall but then the blade tapped his nose and he was backing up. It was too close to his first cut for liking and too close to him in general. He really, really didn’t like knives.

As Kovu explained the wonders of knives his creep factor went up. He managed to hold his tongue until the knife was away from his throat. “You’ve got an unhealthy obsession,” he muttered, “Kink, eh?”

Kovu moved away and then his back parted with wall. The knife was in his hand and the teacher had a hold of him. He briefly considered making a break toward the door but running from lessons didn’t seem like the thing that would look good. Besides Seiya was the one who hired him. Dude probably knew the guy was batty and then gave him a brand new kitchen set.

“Look as,” he paused trying to pull away, “Demented and plan weird as you are, I’m not going to stab you. You’re gonna have to get your kicks somewhere else.”

[Kovu]

WARNING: Cursing in second Pragraph

Kovu inwardly smiled as Xander continued to sass him. This kid had guts, you had to give him that. But Kovu couldn't let up, he had to provoke him, had to get him to strike, had to teach him. The lesson was, never attack a stronger opponent, feel no pain, and feel no fear. Kovu had to teach him how to be a fighter, any way possible.

"oh Ok." Kovu said in a soft voice "Pussy!" When Xander protested Kovu continued. "You are a Pussy!" "You're a pussy!" and so it went, back and forth, until Xander blabbed something about not wanting to hurt him. "Fuck that!" Kovu yelled "You're a Pussy!" and it continued, Kovu had to provoke this guy, and he wouldn't stop until he did.

[xander]

“Wha-? What are you on about?” Xander looked up at Kovu. His first thought was that his teacher was making fun of his morph. He quickly realized that instead Kovu was insulting him. “No I ain’t and that was uncalled for.”

He didn’t really care what people called him. Names only had the power given to them and frankly he thought “Pussy” was more amusing than insulting. The repetition on the phrase however got on his nerves. “Ease off,” he looked down at the knife, “I get the feeling I’m not the most popular person here and dissecting you would put me in your friends’ good books.”

Finally he rolled his eyes and pushed the blade half heartedly. Kovu was an animorph so he could heal he figured. Anyone else asked he’d tell them he was just doing what he was told.

[Kovu]

Kovu was ready. Xander lunged at him with the knife. Kovu quickly analyzed the attack, poor stance, weak thrust, horrible balance, it was too easy. As Xander got closer, Kovu grabbed his wrist, and brought his other hand down on Xanders arm. The blade flew from Xander's hand, Kovu grabbed it frm the air, and brought it down on the top of his wrist.

Xander twisted away. Kovu wasn't letting him go that easy, he took another swipe, clean, and elegant, that cut right into Xanders back. Kovu kicked him to the floor. And knelt down. "You'll learn." Kovu said in a low voice. "Now get up, morph away your injuries, wehave morework to do." Kovu was sure Xander was almost done, but there was more things to go over, next was basic gun training.

[xander]

Xander glared up at Kovu from his position on the ground. He applied pressure to the wound on his arm and listened to him. Normally he’d make a snide remark at this junction since he need to morph he couldn’t spare the brain power. Closing his eyes he pictured his cat morph. It still felt bizarre as he shrunk and grew fur.

When he was fully morphed he glared up at the now giant teacher. Of course he’d yet to master his thought speak unable to regulate it, or how it sounded. It also didn’t help that he thought loudly in general.

<<Insufferable bastard! Shibal nom! Bloody puss sucking Wanker. Gajun Gyoyook mot badun saekya!>>

He growled at Kovu before picturing his human self and began morphing back. It didn’t really matter to him if anyone heard those particular thoughts, because he would have said them out loud if he hadn’t needed to focus.

“You are a strange scary child,” he said keeping some distance, “Does this work of yours involve more pain on my part?”



((OOC: I had to rely on the net for the Korean vocab. If it’s wrong, blame it not me : P))

[Kovu]

Kovu smiled to himself. "This is working he thought to himself, he'll soon start to focus." Kovu tried not to laugh when Xander cursed at him, the kid obviously hadn't had much time to learn to control his thought-speak. "You'd better practice your thought-speaking before you come to training tomorrow."

Kovu moved toward the wall, and started shuffling through the drawers. "As for getting hurt, that all depends." He pulled out a small sleek hand-gun. "Think fast!" He tossed the gunacross the room at Xander. Then he moved and flipped a switch, a simple target came foward, the ones that police used to use. "Shoot the target." Kovu waited...

[xander]

Xander caught the gun out in front of him with one hand. His thumb under the muzzle and turned it away from his body. Running across rooftops helped develop his reflexes for that much, sadly not enough to help when Kovu cut him like a Christmas turkey. Keeping the barrel pointed away he examined the gun and found the safety off. He glared up at Kovu (it was becoming a habit) before returning to the gun. Taking it in both hands he moved the slide back and watched as a bullet ejected from the chamber. Yep, Kovu was trying to kill him. He picked up the bullet and stuck it in his waistband.

He walked until he was in line with the target and took a stance. Elbows slightly bent he held the gun in his left hand with the right to support it. Xander learned long ago that you only use one hand in the movies or if you wanted to sprain your wrist. Sighting with his left eye he shot twice at the target’s heart trying to keep the grouping tight. After exhaling he shot twice at the head before switching on the safety and lowering the weapon.

“Shall we take a look?” He asked his teacher.

[Kovu]

Kovu moved to look at the target. He was surprised to find four neat little holes punched into it, two in the head, and two in the chest. He inwardly smiled, and turned back to Xander. "Congradulations, you hit an unmoving target from less than 20 meters away, you must be so proud." Kovu gazed with a very bored look, he moved back to his position behind Xander.

"Now lets give you what can be considered a challenge eh?" Kovu flipped a switch, and the machine purred to life. Two pendulums fell from the ceiling, at the end of each was a large plate of steel, they swung faster and faster, leaving the target open for only split seconds at a time. "I'll tell you what I am going to do, I'm gonna play a little game with you." Kovu smiled and pulled out his gun from his jacket. "Either you hit your target by the count of five, or.." he said pressing the barrel of the gun to the back of Xanders head, "I'll hit mine." Kovu grinned menecingly as he slowly began to count "One...."

[xander]

So apparently hitting the target wasn’t impressive. Xander shrugged, and watched his teacher’s movements. Hopefully he didn’t want to play target practice with him now. On his list of things to do that day he forgot to include running for his life and that could just mess up his whole schedule.

Kovu’s machine, which looked ominously looked like the swinging death blades from a bad spy movie, started picking up speed. Xander switched off the safety just in case and he was thankful when he learned of the time limit.

“Take your time in a hurry,” he thought as he sighted for the target. On the down stroke he pulled the trigger and assumed hit the pendulum. The Brightside was he could use it to gage the speed better. As the pendulums made swung back he pulled the trigger again. The sound of metal not hitting metal gave him hope that he’d actually hit it. Didn’t matter though, seeing that his time had ran out before he could give it another go.

[Kovu]

Kovu rowned and took the barrel of the gun from Xander's head, he couldn't see whether the bullet had his the target or not. Kovu pushed Xander aside and took his position. "You will often not be able to take a second shot, be grateful that I counted slowly. You not have a second to shoot, you must be precise" At this Kovu pulled out his pistol and fired. "And quick."

Kovu flipped the switch and, as the pendulums slowed to a stop, he could see the bullet holes, one was smaller, which meant it was from his pistol, the other was larger, and was from Xanders. The smaller one had peirced the middle of the targets forehead, the second, the larger one, had barely missed the arm. Kovu didn't look back. "It seems you have missed, which means I owe you some thing." Kovu whipped around and fired right at Xanders arm. He waited then calmly said. "Morph quickly, there is one more test I have for you today..."

[xander]

“I image you believe this is incentive,” Xander forced out through clenched teeth.

He pressed his left hand onto the wound and hissed. When it came to morphing Xander preferred to do other things before it, such as walking over hot coals. Once was fine, and he could manage it with Jullian but Xander didn’t trust the process yet. And yeah the cat was cool but he didn’t even want to think about being trapped as that tiny thing for the rest of his life.

Closing his eyes he pictured the cat again and began to shrink. The second his four paws hit the ground he morphed back, trying to avoid thinking too loudly again. He steadied himself as he finished returning human. That was another thing he wasn’t a fan of, how tired shifty back and forth made him.

“Could you cut back on the personal injury?” He asked pushing the palm of his right hand into his forehead. He needed caffeine, sleep or fifteen minutes to himself. None of which he expected Mister Shoot and Slash to give him. Shaking his head he tried to hide his drowsiness and threw on a smirk.

“So what’s up next? Let me guess lighting me on fire. This already feels like a set up to a bad joke.”

[Kovu]

Kovu smmirked "You wouldn't get inured if you succeeded now would you? In time, you will learn to counter my attacks, you will learn to shoot quikly and accurately, and most importantly, you wil learn how to feel no pain." Kovu moved toward the disk launcher and set a few disks inside, a thought accurred to him as he did so.

"As for injuring you, maybe. Plus, your suggestin gave me a good idea. He flipped a few switches, and small flames appeared al Xandrs feet. "We created a sprinkler system in case of fires, but, for training, it also showers oil. Now." Kovu took three mobile buttons, and hit them. He then loaded them onto the launcher. "You will have three chances, if you manage to shoot one of the buttons, the flames will deactivate, and you will be fine. However, if you fail, you will be covered in oil, and well, you can figure out the rest. I don't expect any trouble do you?" Kovu moved back and stepped down on the pedastal.