Assignment #1: The Psychopathic Fiend's Showman.
Apr 25, 2020 8:04:44 GMT -5
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Alvara sits atop her bed (single, metallic base with a snow-white mattress, a leaf green pillowcase *cotton pillow inside* and a polyester slate white blanket*), pondering her last three days. Ever since the ship landed onshore. About how much she misses her mum's home cooking and the motor of Anzu's purrs against her body when she would cuddle against her. Sharing in the warmth both their bodies provide. To her, being so far away with no way to contact them is foreign.
Yes, she had been away from them before, during the six months of combat training back at the commission's headquarters - but even then, she still had weekend visits back home; could call them whenever she wished. Yet here, she cannot.
To her, Lauren is her 'mother'. Or at least, a motherly figure. Providing her with intel and doing her washing, whilst Alvara herself does the general cleaning and laundry. Much like she had at home.
Sighing, she looks around the snow-white plaster walled room that she calls her comfort zone. Thinking about the Astera hub that she now calls home. The hunters that have become her new family. To her, it is a hybrid of home and school, all in one neat little package. Just as she had understood it the moment she signed up to commit to this passage.
Her eyes locked in a trance as they scan across the barren walls. She'll put the few posters she was able to bring with her up later, as well as the pictures of her mum and Anzu she brought to keep her company. To remind her that they were always with her. Even if not on a physical level. But enough to keep her psyche from falling apart.
It is then, that she notices her pager vibrating on the mahogany bedside table. Grasping it in his right hand, she picks it up and reads the message that Lauren has sent to her.
Pager: Come to the canteen. I have your first assignment.
Alvara smiles to herself. Finally, she had something to do. Well, something other than scouring the hub; learning more about the Hunters that were also transversing along this passage and doing odd jobs for either the botany staff or the smithy.
Most of those varying from gathering materials like fruit, to welding and crafting weaponry. Including an Iron Katana for herself, should she need it.
She enjoys doing those little jobs, but at the same time - being idle was getting to her. There's only so much one can do before boredom and lack of directional sense begin to kick in. Before you question what exactly your purpose is on this adventure.
Pushing herself upwards, she walks across the concrete floor of the room. The sound of her boots hitting the floor causing a soft echo to resonate around her before she reaches the forest green-painted door. Placing her right hand atop the brass doorknob, turning it clockwise before stepping onto the dirt and looking around the gathering hub.
Right now, it's reasonably quiet. Only about 25 hunters and handlers are lurking around - the vast majority are likely on assignments or expeditions. Though Alvara smiles. Means it'll be less of a hassle for her to get to the canteen; meet up with Lauren.
Pivoting to her right, she makes her way across the fringes of the hub. Occasionally tilting her head to see if anyone is trying to get her attention before she reaches an oak spiral staircase. A staircase that appears to be at least 200 years old, but has recently been repaired and polished. Yet as Alvara steps atop the first step, a rickety sound can still be heard. Just as it is for each step she walks up.
Alvara: Steady ---.
Her voice gentle, she turns left as she reaches the spiral. Just as another hunter (a woman in her early twenties with light chestnut brown hair) comes down the stairs. A book clasped gently within their hands.
Stepping to her right, Alvara allows the hunter to continue her trip down the stairs before continuing her own venture up the stairs until she reaches a Broadwalk.
She had been on this boardwalk before when heading to the smithy's office, but this time - she turns left instead of right, reaching the canteen. Upon stepping into the canteen, she scours around briefly, noticing Lauren sitting at the very first table.
Lauren: Over here.
Alvara walks over, smiling as she takes a seat on the oak chair next to Lauren, who glances at the sheet of paper in front of her.
Lauren: Hey Alvara.
Alvara: Hey Lauren. You said you had my first assignment?
Lauren nods, slightly smiling. She had figured that Alvara probably wouldn't want to engage in small talk right now, even if it's a good way to 'set the table' for a discussion.
Especially one like this, where it is outlining the course of action Alvara shall be taking. Her first steps along the passage of discovering just how wrestling. Or rather, just how wrestlers operate within this 'New World'. Smiling gently, Lauren looks across at Alvara, her eyes soft.
Lauren: The assignment is to slay, or as they call it in wrestling, defeat two opponents. One of them is the son of a preacher, who goes by the moniker of 'The Showman'.
Alvara softly laughs to herself upon hearing that, before interjecting.
Alvara: The Showman? That doesn't sound like somebody who should be in combat. Wouldn't a circus or a film set be a better fit for him? So that he can actually put on a show.
A burst of soft laughter leaves Lauren's own lips. She hadn't thought of it that way, though she also remembers the Fleet leader briefing her that combat has elements of showmanship from the little intelligence they had gathered on it. Her eyes return to a stoic look as she continues.
Lauren: I wouldn't underestimate him. From what the commission has been able to gather, wrestling has elements of showmanship and pageantry to it, which is right down his alleyway.
Alvara calmly notes it within her head. She hadn't been expecting wrestling to have performance elements within it. But rather, she saw it more as an extension of the militaristic combat she had partaken in back at the commission's HQ and compound.
Lauren: The other combatant is a man who is essentially the personification of a monster. A psychopath called James Nightmare. He is more of the immediate threat and the one that the commission would like to research more. See just what makes a person like him tick.
The left corner of Alvara's mouth curls up into a smile. This sounds more like the type of opponent she had been expecting to face. A person who lacks any sense of emotion; only feeds off the screams and agony of their foes.
Yet that doesn't scare her - or rather, if it did, you wouldn't be able to tell. She looks at Lauren, calm and stoic, prepared for any chicanery that could be thrown her way.
Lauren: He should be your primary focus in this bout, even if Isaac The Showman wishes to get himself involved and divert your attention. He is not the primary threat.
Alvara nods.
Alvara: I'm aware. Nightmare sounds like those monsters we would have to slay during training. The type to try and portray himself as a monster, until his legs are cut away from him and he's on the ground.
Unable to resist as I continue to pick away at this flesh. Without mercy until he cannot resist any longer.
Lauren nods, as she glances back at the notes. Realising they had stated something similar about how to approach Nightmare in combat.
Lauren: Though be careful. He might be slow, but his attacks are deadly. You cannot afford to allow him to connect with you too often and should wait for him to provide a window to attack.
Focus on his legs and ensure that you keep a relative distance. Though he does have a decent range on his attacks.
Alvara smiles to herself. This is essentially the same as the monsters she fought in training, yet in human form. The strategy and approach don't change for her, however.
Lauren: As for Isaac. He might be a Showman, but he too is dangerous in the ring. His attacks are more ariel based, but he is also capable of a melee approach. His speed enables him to keep moving and opening up windows for his strikes and flying maneuvers.
Alvara once again interjects, this time with a more curious tone in her voice.
Alvara: So, keep him grounded and ensure that he cannot fly? Wear him down and ensure that just like Nightmare, he cannot resist as I continue to pick him apart piece by piece. Limb by Limb.
Lauren nods calmly.
Lauren: Yes. I have no doubt the two men will also fight among themselves. Wishing to assert dominance and territory over the other.
When they do so, that is when you can sit back and allow them to wear themselves down. Put themselves into the perfect position for you to strike and take them down.
Slightly disappointed, Alvara nods. Letting them fight among themselves doesn't sound fun to her - yet she also knows that she can easily manipulate that into her advantage.
Alvara: So, they'll pretty much be doing my job for me then?
A sneaky smirk appears across the hunter's face as those words resonate in her ears.
Alvara: Sounds typical. They won't even realise it until it's too late, but all they're doing is exposing themselves. Leaving themselves too obsessed with proving their dominance, that they forget I'm there. And that they are my prey. Decaying and revealing their flaws. All so that they can be hunted down and slain.
Listening to the intensity in Alvara's words. The venom that strikes her ears each time one floats into the air, Lauren feels the hair on the back of her neck rise up. A shiver begins to radiate throughout her body. Her face giving off an expression of seeing a monster in the flesh.
Yet Alvara just peers into her eyes, the same sneaky smile as before upon her face. Her eyes beginning to burn with desire. To ensure that her enemies are slain. That she can help instil the desires of the commission into not only her opponents but wrestling as a whole.
Soon, she will unlock the first step. Unveil the first machination of wrestling as she wanders one step closer to attaining the goal. To reveal the secrets wrestling within the New World holds. Even if that means having blood on her hands.
For this is what she was born to do. Hunting and fighting is not just a mere choice for her - it is her way of life. It is where she thrives. No matter who stands in her way. Whether it be a Showman or a Psychopath, she knows that ultimately - they are just her prey.
Therefor her to cut down and acquire all the intelligence. All the materials required to take the next step. To help the commission as she ventures through Alpha Pro Wrestling. Lauren then picks up the pile of notes and smiles.
Lauren: You ready to go?
Alvara nods as she rises up simultaneously with Lauren, the two of them walking to the oak archway which doubles as a pickup post for drivers to take hunters and handlers to their respective locations. In this case, Houston, Texas.
For that is the arena set for the first hunt. The location where Alvara shall show James and Isaac why she is the true Alpha.
Why they, as much as they might not wish to believe it, are just two victims. Waiting to be hunted and slain before the eyes of the Sapphire Star.
Their essence is nothing more than fuel. Material to feed the star as it burns above the sky. Leading Alvara's passage.
Lauren: May the Sapphire Star lead our way. To the Commission and to glory.
Alvara smirks as Lauren pulls her phone out from the pockets of her trousers (jet black, nylon). Enabling the two to head off to Houston. Where the hunt shall truly begin.
End.
Yes, she had been away from them before, during the six months of combat training back at the commission's headquarters - but even then, she still had weekend visits back home; could call them whenever she wished. Yet here, she cannot.
To her, Lauren is her 'mother'. Or at least, a motherly figure. Providing her with intel and doing her washing, whilst Alvara herself does the general cleaning and laundry. Much like she had at home.
Sighing, she looks around the snow-white plaster walled room that she calls her comfort zone. Thinking about the Astera hub that she now calls home. The hunters that have become her new family. To her, it is a hybrid of home and school, all in one neat little package. Just as she had understood it the moment she signed up to commit to this passage.
Her eyes locked in a trance as they scan across the barren walls. She'll put the few posters she was able to bring with her up later, as well as the pictures of her mum and Anzu she brought to keep her company. To remind her that they were always with her. Even if not on a physical level. But enough to keep her psyche from falling apart.
It is then, that she notices her pager vibrating on the mahogany bedside table. Grasping it in his right hand, she picks it up and reads the message that Lauren has sent to her.
Pager: Come to the canteen. I have your first assignment.
Alvara smiles to herself. Finally, she had something to do. Well, something other than scouring the hub; learning more about the Hunters that were also transversing along this passage and doing odd jobs for either the botany staff or the smithy.
Most of those varying from gathering materials like fruit, to welding and crafting weaponry. Including an Iron Katana for herself, should she need it.
She enjoys doing those little jobs, but at the same time - being idle was getting to her. There's only so much one can do before boredom and lack of directional sense begin to kick in. Before you question what exactly your purpose is on this adventure.
Pushing herself upwards, she walks across the concrete floor of the room. The sound of her boots hitting the floor causing a soft echo to resonate around her before she reaches the forest green-painted door. Placing her right hand atop the brass doorknob, turning it clockwise before stepping onto the dirt and looking around the gathering hub.
Right now, it's reasonably quiet. Only about 25 hunters and handlers are lurking around - the vast majority are likely on assignments or expeditions. Though Alvara smiles. Means it'll be less of a hassle for her to get to the canteen; meet up with Lauren.
Pivoting to her right, she makes her way across the fringes of the hub. Occasionally tilting her head to see if anyone is trying to get her attention before she reaches an oak spiral staircase. A staircase that appears to be at least 200 years old, but has recently been repaired and polished. Yet as Alvara steps atop the first step, a rickety sound can still be heard. Just as it is for each step she walks up.
Alvara: Steady ---.
Her voice gentle, she turns left as she reaches the spiral. Just as another hunter (a woman in her early twenties with light chestnut brown hair) comes down the stairs. A book clasped gently within their hands.
Stepping to her right, Alvara allows the hunter to continue her trip down the stairs before continuing her own venture up the stairs until she reaches a Broadwalk.
She had been on this boardwalk before when heading to the smithy's office, but this time - she turns left instead of right, reaching the canteen. Upon stepping into the canteen, she scours around briefly, noticing Lauren sitting at the very first table.
Lauren: Over here.
Alvara walks over, smiling as she takes a seat on the oak chair next to Lauren, who glances at the sheet of paper in front of her.
Lauren: Hey Alvara.
Alvara: Hey Lauren. You said you had my first assignment?
Lauren nods, slightly smiling. She had figured that Alvara probably wouldn't want to engage in small talk right now, even if it's a good way to 'set the table' for a discussion.
Especially one like this, where it is outlining the course of action Alvara shall be taking. Her first steps along the passage of discovering just how wrestling. Or rather, just how wrestlers operate within this 'New World'. Smiling gently, Lauren looks across at Alvara, her eyes soft.
Lauren: The assignment is to slay, or as they call it in wrestling, defeat two opponents. One of them is the son of a preacher, who goes by the moniker of 'The Showman'.
Alvara softly laughs to herself upon hearing that, before interjecting.
Alvara: The Showman? That doesn't sound like somebody who should be in combat. Wouldn't a circus or a film set be a better fit for him? So that he can actually put on a show.
A burst of soft laughter leaves Lauren's own lips. She hadn't thought of it that way, though she also remembers the Fleet leader briefing her that combat has elements of showmanship from the little intelligence they had gathered on it. Her eyes return to a stoic look as she continues.
Lauren: I wouldn't underestimate him. From what the commission has been able to gather, wrestling has elements of showmanship and pageantry to it, which is right down his alleyway.
Alvara calmly notes it within her head. She hadn't been expecting wrestling to have performance elements within it. But rather, she saw it more as an extension of the militaristic combat she had partaken in back at the commission's HQ and compound.
Lauren: The other combatant is a man who is essentially the personification of a monster. A psychopath called James Nightmare. He is more of the immediate threat and the one that the commission would like to research more. See just what makes a person like him tick.
The left corner of Alvara's mouth curls up into a smile. This sounds more like the type of opponent she had been expecting to face. A person who lacks any sense of emotion; only feeds off the screams and agony of their foes.
Yet that doesn't scare her - or rather, if it did, you wouldn't be able to tell. She looks at Lauren, calm and stoic, prepared for any chicanery that could be thrown her way.
Lauren: He should be your primary focus in this bout, even if Isaac The Showman wishes to get himself involved and divert your attention. He is not the primary threat.
Alvara nods.
Alvara: I'm aware. Nightmare sounds like those monsters we would have to slay during training. The type to try and portray himself as a monster, until his legs are cut away from him and he's on the ground.
Unable to resist as I continue to pick away at this flesh. Without mercy until he cannot resist any longer.
Lauren nods, as she glances back at the notes. Realising they had stated something similar about how to approach Nightmare in combat.
Lauren: Though be careful. He might be slow, but his attacks are deadly. You cannot afford to allow him to connect with you too often and should wait for him to provide a window to attack.
Focus on his legs and ensure that you keep a relative distance. Though he does have a decent range on his attacks.
Alvara smiles to herself. This is essentially the same as the monsters she fought in training, yet in human form. The strategy and approach don't change for her, however.
Lauren: As for Isaac. He might be a Showman, but he too is dangerous in the ring. His attacks are more ariel based, but he is also capable of a melee approach. His speed enables him to keep moving and opening up windows for his strikes and flying maneuvers.
Alvara once again interjects, this time with a more curious tone in her voice.
Alvara: So, keep him grounded and ensure that he cannot fly? Wear him down and ensure that just like Nightmare, he cannot resist as I continue to pick him apart piece by piece. Limb by Limb.
Lauren nods calmly.
Lauren: Yes. I have no doubt the two men will also fight among themselves. Wishing to assert dominance and territory over the other.
When they do so, that is when you can sit back and allow them to wear themselves down. Put themselves into the perfect position for you to strike and take them down.
Slightly disappointed, Alvara nods. Letting them fight among themselves doesn't sound fun to her - yet she also knows that she can easily manipulate that into her advantage.
Alvara: So, they'll pretty much be doing my job for me then?
A sneaky smirk appears across the hunter's face as those words resonate in her ears.
Alvara: Sounds typical. They won't even realise it until it's too late, but all they're doing is exposing themselves. Leaving themselves too obsessed with proving their dominance, that they forget I'm there. And that they are my prey. Decaying and revealing their flaws. All so that they can be hunted down and slain.
Listening to the intensity in Alvara's words. The venom that strikes her ears each time one floats into the air, Lauren feels the hair on the back of her neck rise up. A shiver begins to radiate throughout her body. Her face giving off an expression of seeing a monster in the flesh.
Yet Alvara just peers into her eyes, the same sneaky smile as before upon her face. Her eyes beginning to burn with desire. To ensure that her enemies are slain. That she can help instil the desires of the commission into not only her opponents but wrestling as a whole.
Soon, she will unlock the first step. Unveil the first machination of wrestling as she wanders one step closer to attaining the goal. To reveal the secrets wrestling within the New World holds. Even if that means having blood on her hands.
For this is what she was born to do. Hunting and fighting is not just a mere choice for her - it is her way of life. It is where she thrives. No matter who stands in her way. Whether it be a Showman or a Psychopath, she knows that ultimately - they are just her prey.
Therefor her to cut down and acquire all the intelligence. All the materials required to take the next step. To help the commission as she ventures through Alpha Pro Wrestling. Lauren then picks up the pile of notes and smiles.
Lauren: You ready to go?
Alvara nods as she rises up simultaneously with Lauren, the two of them walking to the oak archway which doubles as a pickup post for drivers to take hunters and handlers to their respective locations. In this case, Houston, Texas.
For that is the arena set for the first hunt. The location where Alvara shall show James and Isaac why she is the true Alpha.
Why they, as much as they might not wish to believe it, are just two victims. Waiting to be hunted and slain before the eyes of the Sapphire Star.
Their essence is nothing more than fuel. Material to feed the star as it burns above the sky. Leading Alvara's passage.
Lauren: May the Sapphire Star lead our way. To the Commission and to glory.
Alvara smirks as Lauren pulls her phone out from the pockets of her trousers (jet black, nylon). Enabling the two to head off to Houston. Where the hunt shall truly begin.
End.
