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Post by Yajirobe on Nov 17, 2023 22:04:23 GMT -5
Gier was intrigued by what EP-3 had told him. She didn't know what to do with her time alive, which could be infinite. That's right, since she was mechanical in nature she didn't have to rush to find her purpose, not like how mere mortals such as himself. He spent the majority of his early life dedicating himself to martial arts and to his family, doing whatever he was told. He had no choice until he grew old enough to leave and travel the galaxy, but mindless exploration lead him back to martial arts once more. That was all he knew, and he didn't desire much else. Maybe some zeni to get around.
"Companion, huh?" Gier appeared thoughtful. He had a few during his travels, but he was a lone wolf so to speak. But to have a pack of his own, to be apart of one, that much did intrigue him.
It wasn't the cuddling part that intrigued him mind you, not that he wouldn't welcome it, but would she be doing it because she wanted to, or because she was programmed to do it? He'd never be able to get the distinction out of his mind.
When she spoke once more she mentioned how one's capacity was a ceiling without limit, and when her mechanized whirring initiated steam deposited from her like smoke from a chimney, clouding the dojo and launching a wave of heat from her mechanical body. Gier slid back in his stance and braced himself for what was to come, but he was too slow to react to her sprint.
A kick to his knee caused him to buckle in his stance and give way to a strike to his abdomen. He grunted and EP-3 used that opening to land a devasting kick to his chin, which caused him to rise in the air. He floated and crash landed onto his back, the shockwave of pain radiated throughout his body as well as his spine.
She really was on a completely different level.
Gier hopped back onto his feet and staggered back into his stance once more, his aqua blue eyes glinted with determination, as well as admiration for her strength.
"Enthusiastic? Yea that's a word for it. You're strong, and I'm honored to be sparring with you. Alright, here comes round two!"
Gier's body swelled with energy, a translucent aura sweltered around him until it turned red hot and flashed into a furnace of flame that enveloped his body, coating himself in a shield of fire. With great speed he launched himself towards her and attempted a combination attack, two jabs to her head followed by a surging Ki fist to her hip flexors, all the while the flames licked and nipped at her body to singed her and dull her movements.
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Post by Vlad on Nov 18, 2023 9:55:01 GMT -5
“Yes, the galaxy and the process of time passing especially in conceivable centuries and beyond, it can be nice to find comfort in the company of other sapient beings.” she said smiling happily.
The nature of attraction to the likes of cuddling the same question of wiring vs personal affection to the same question could be asked of other social entities connection and how proximity to others can bring feel good chemicals in their brains and nerves could be an intoxicating drive.
The organic and inorganic drives were quite close, how they could be a difficult force to distinguish if personal desire is not being influenced by mental wiring to push entities to the path of closing up to another and hugging close, finding comfort with proximity.
“Excitement for a bit of training can be quite fun, a bit of a friendly contest in the mental space can be quite fun. Good sporty practice!” she exclaimed, grinning.
She readied for the round 2 she evaded the first punches to her head easy enough weaving her head at high speeds and moving her upper torso to further toss herself out of the way but left her lower body a bit exposed long enough to take a few heated blows that caused her to vent from her thighs a good deal trying to get the temp down, so her legs could remain a high tier asset to her combat skill
“Not bad at all” she decided to open up with 2 glowing fists full of pseudo ki augmenting the power of the strikes before trying for a powerful crane kick a heavy 3 hit combo attempt.
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Post by Yajirobe on Nov 19, 2023 12:09:55 GMT -5
"Comfort in others huh? It's been awhile for me," Gier's mind floated to a bygone era. A time where he was raised in the comfort of his home, before he was taken by his father to train in the grueling techniques of his forebearers. Both his father and grandfather asked much out of him, with little in the way of love or compassion shown to him. Despite the circumstances, he never took it the treatment to heart. He simply dreamt of the day that he could run away and never look back. Though lately his mind wandered on home.
He reciprocated EP-3's giddy disposition. She seemed to enjoy fighting, the sport of combat, and it was all in good fun to her. Could robots have fun? She didn't seem to wear a facade, in fact she seemed to have quite enjoyed herself. That was fine, as he did the same, and questioning it would seem impolite.
"I agree, throughout my travels I have sparred with plenty of martial artists. It's always in good fun, but you are very good. Better than most. I find that I enjoy challenging myself against people better than me."
She had dealt with his attack well, and she propelled herself towards him swiftly with a strong crane kick, and when Gier opted to respond to the first with a shift of his guard, he was quickly overwhelmed by EP-3's rapid and powerful assault - the kicks landed home and it sent his body sprawling backwards. He did all he could to remain on his feet, shuffling against the tatami mats. His composure had been shaken but he happened to have regained it once more by sliding back into his stance. His fist glowed with an azure energy imbued with his inner fury, and when he slammed his fist onto the ground, a tendril of power tunneled towards the android and would explode on impact. It was a blast of Ki energy that he honed through the dojo ground, using such a versatile technique in a more creative manner.
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Post by Vlad on Nov 20, 2023 2:55:13 GMT -5
It indeed was a genuine joy to her, a touch more contingent or with her capable of seeing the background operations of her brain factoring how much feel good stimulation volts were sent through her body as they did their dance of combat practice.
But still, would that make it any less real than a human or biological entity that receives feel good neural chemicals every time they engage in pleasurable activity?
“I hope you find people that help really affirm your life and make it feel truly worth enduring the low points! Social creatures and creations really benefit from breaking out of shells of isolation.” she said, grinning.
“Let us have fun with this realm where pain passes like a dream.” she offered and readied herself and got an unconventional tactic of an attack, blasts intuitively timed to burn out in the ground in such a controlled way to still have impact when they shot back out at her, she blocked two, but one of the blasts nailed and others as well as she stumbled her insufficient rushed guard.
She shot a thumbs up, “Well-well-well played” she said, her head panning to one side a few times a moment as she looped.
She took up her sword and whipped it and her shield, trying to mask her sword actions with the shield, making it harder to judge the offense type and the optimal way to adjust in the event of an attack being a fake out to a swift reorientation to the real blow.
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Post by Yajirobe on Nov 24, 2023 23:26:39 GMT -5
For an android, she sure seemed wise. Her experiences mimicked that of an actual person - not that he wouldn't consider her as such mind you. It was just a very interesting sort of thought experiment to him. The genuineness that she spoke with, her flattery and jovial attitude, it made Gier believe that she was no different than him despite her mechanical frame ware.
She shot Gier a thumbs up and complimented him on his technique. Mechanical hand brandished steel and shield, though the shield veiled the blade. Gier opted to close the gap and attempt to keep the android on her heels, possibly even using feints if he could. He reared his fist back and charged forward, as he did so a wave of heat emanated from his fist as it burned red hot and scorched the air upon his approach. It was a Burn Knuckle, a flaming fist, a staple of his Shingen-Ryu combat style. Gier aimed directly for her midsection, and he'd follow his attack up with a spinning back heel kick, whirling his body around with his maneuver in order to connect with her chin, displaying his agility and flexibility, as well as his ingenuity all in one deft blow.
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Post by Vlad on Nov 25, 2023 19:13:45 GMT -5
She chuckled at his returning of the thumbs up, it did fill her with affirmation and seemed his desired nature was chilled like hers, this was nice to know, quite so. She was curious of his opinions on the grander state of the galaxy and to know other takes, but for now, the focus was mutual sparring so as sometimes long dialogues come with fighting in this galaxy, she would let him lead if he had any topics to discuss.
The combat resumed, and his first attempt was to charge her with a fist blow veiled in fire, the flames would indeed help as she met the punch with a thrust of her blade, her might locking it in a stalemate with the blade being shielded by flame from the tip of her blade. Not remotely deterred by the interception as his followup met a rushed guard with her shield with the bulk of the shield pushing up into her jaw sending her flying, but she turned the momentum into a graceful flip that had her landing in a calculated split on the floor where she whipped her shield’s strap to put the fallen protection launched from her hand back onto its proper placement and adjusted her momentary dislodged jaw back into its proper placement and moved it around to show it was back to working order, it was, he was strong, but she was resilient as well, so much so that his attack made at a point before she managed to brace, the shield tactic working against her, it was the equivalent of a wheeled drawer being reset after being knocked off its path.
And a bit of distasteful transmission fluid from her jaw’s actuators leaked into her mouth causing her to spit it out.
“you know how to handle yourself quite well, using ki to protect you from my blade, a good move. Using your ki like a gauntlet against even this blade’s formidable tip, and the unstable nature of fire the radiate field of the blaze would progressively slow the blade like thrusting into a pool of water, the harder I thrust the weaker the return. I should have let your own force press against the blade. Good thinking.”
She was impressed, tho it was very possible her elaborate, calculated explanation was far from his thought pattern. One could conclude he simply learned it facing down the likes of a street tough with a switch blade or a knuckle knife and having to get by that, minimizing a stab threat or a cut.
She whipped the strap on her blade and then sent it flying at him and followed it letting the blade’s momentum carry her off the ground, she was sent flying near his shoulder as she spread her legs for an attempted wrestling style move if he evaded this quite evade able blade toss. If all went to plan, he would evade and her legs would be parted around his head, and she would suddenly spring the totality of her strength to a flip to send herself and her ensnared adversary downward with her sitting on him.
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Post by Yajirobe on Dec 3, 2023 3:20:49 GMT -5
The mechanical weapon adept managed to turn Gier's attack into a graceful flip in the air, twirling like an accomplished olympic gymnast in the air. When her feet reached the ground she landed in a split upon the tatami mats, and used the brief moment of respite to realign her jaw. Gier was impressed to say the least with the resiliency of her makeup and wondered if it was due to an amalgamation of man-made reinforced steel and metals that was built as a shell or if the power she possessed came into play to keep her sturdy.
He couldn't help but chuckle at her elaborate explanation of his attack, reading more into it than even he had done. It made him realize that perhaps the difference between machine and man was how a man could not possibly calculate every variable, and instead must rely on instincts and reflex. Trusting in one's training as well was paramount. In that sense it was indeed a powerful thing that could also cause a cascade of unknowns to occur - and such unknowns could be used in the favor of the bolder and more opportunistic fighter.
"Again, you flatter me. I simply trusted my instincts. Though I can't say that doing so hasn't served me well in the past."
The strap of her blade came aloose like an uncoiled snake, and she sent it sailing towards Gier, the momentum also carried EP-3 off of the ground in a motion that a human's anatomy could not replicate, which caused Gier to be taken aback. His stance remained true to form in spite of his stunned state however, and his instincts guided him to initiate a boxer's slip to his right. It was quick and steady, his footwork did its job and he pivoted off of the balls of his front foot and shifted the positioning of his base leg to readjust his positioning just in time to dodge the strap itself. However, he failed to dip his head in time to dodge the gynoid's vice grip. Her legs wrapped around his head, and she used her might to send him toppling to the ground, squeezing and pressing upon him while sitting upon his face.
Gier groaned and attempted to place his hands upon her thighs to wretch himself free through strength alone. Wrists and muscles cranked to his maximum as he struggled to free himself. Yet he found that he was able to catch his breath just enough for clarity of thought to return to him once more. He did not panic - instead his body began to turn red, a veil of flame flickered to life around him, encasing him into a shell. If she stayed upon him, then she would surely burn. Gier's hands were especially hot like furnaces, and he bore down on her upper thighs. Would she be sensitive there like all women? Was her anatomy a one-to one replica? He'd have to see for himself.
One hand snaked up her upper thigh, beyond her posterior and to her lower spine - for humans there were an abundance of nerve endings there and his burning hand was an attempt to cause her to writhe. Unless of course she was into to such a thing which was not unheard of but would be unexpected.
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Post by Vlad on Dec 6, 2023 16:04:34 GMT -5
He was a quite capable sort and seemed a nice enough guy, it was a pleasant thing, and this was a fun contest.
His tenacity was rather admirable as he evaded but not sufficiently to evade her trap, a triumphant “HA” escaped her as she went to continue the plan, he managed to push enough of her from his air-ways to secure a vital breath at a critical moment, her skin had the fell quite close to a human skin and with similar give that a female MMA built sort would have.
He began to heat up quite a bit and quite fast, uncomfortable for sure but would need more than relying on that to get her to let go, and he did more, upper thigh registered a sharp flare of degradation in skin and underlining musculature layer as he brought hands on it and went up to the lower part of her spine causing something of a glitching series of responses from a grunt of pain cut with part of a scream to a moan as the registry systems overheated and scrambled sensations of mild kinky pain, to the proper burn anguish, to actual arousal heat shooting up her as the malfunctioning feedback system caused her lower most panel on her spine to open to a mess of smoking circuit connections to wires as the system desperately tried to vent the excess heat from her lower spine.
“th-th-that was quite the tactic, but we are about to make impact!” she said as they continued the sharp descent
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Post by Yajirobe on Dec 10, 2023 18:33:30 GMT -5
She was persistent, far beyond what he had imagined her to be. Despite his best measured attempts to make the gynoid uncomfortable with his superheated touch up and down the length of her spine and her posterior chain, her legs remained firmly coiled around his head, wrenching tight and squeezing until he would tap out sooner or later. But Gier wasn't the type to give up so easily. His air supply hadn't bottomed out yet, and one adept in martial arts learned the art of conserving one's breath and making the use of little to no air supply to foster strength when one's own was waning. His mind was clear and focused in spite of his precarious position - so when EP-3 uttered that they were about to make impact with the ground, Gier went with the momentum backwards, then sharply turned his body so that EP-3's back would be the one on the ground instead of his own. Although her legs would still be securely wrapped around his head, Gier at least wouldn't be as compromised if he was the one on top.
This position allowed for him to grip a firm grasp onto the gynoid's thighs and with a concerted effort, Gier's muscles strained as he used his raw strength to attempt to raise EP-3 in the air and slam her back onto the ground with full force. If it were to succeed, the impact could potentially cause the dojo mats to cave in, though he didn't expect for the android's grip to loosen around his neck for long. Regardless, he had another unsavory tactic in mind. He bore his teeth and attempted to bite the gynoid's inner thigh, chomping down upon the artificial flesh. It wasn't as hard as he had anticipated it to be, but it wasn't soft like an organic woman's were. Though every woman was sensitive in such a spot, and his tactic earlier had caused her to react in a way that eluded her anatomy was indeed similar to that of a natural woman's.
It wouldn't be wrong to say that Gier was quite familiar with how soft women's bodies could be, how sensitive their skin were, and the weak spots that they had, but in this predicament he worked to have an advantage, and as such he opted to make EP-3 as uncomfortable as possible. Perhaps thighs would soften around his head, and she'd convulse in a wave of pleasure, or pain, and loosen it. Maybe she'd even place her hand upon his head upon instinct to encourage him to continue, that wasn't outside the realm of thought either, but that would turn their friendly little bout to an even friendlier one.
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