don't it always seem to go that you don't know what you've got til it's gone?

[darkholme]

CHARACTERS: Raven Darkholme & Heather Mason, Remus Lupin, Wesley Gibson, and Christopher Pike. in that order.
LOCATION: various.
WARNINGS: fighting, cursing, angst, blahblahbloo.
SUMMARY: Raven's pissed about a lot of things, and this is the result.
NOTES: all threads take place the day following this month's jump, except for the last thread in the medbay.

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[darkholme]

[ Raven can't figure out how she feels, not yet. she's laid out on the matt, tentative to move just yet because she's pretty sure she felt something tear in her shoulder during the fight, and the only reason why she can't feel it now is because her adrenaline is surging through her system at an all-time high. she feels guilty, and angry, and thrilled, and a number of other things that don't make the best emotional cocktail in the world, so for now she's just staring up at the ceiling until she can remember how to get her heart rate back down to a healthy level. when Wesley finally speaks up again, she ends up laughing, kind of, thought it sounds more like a cough ]

You can thank Captain Kirk for that.

[ saying that makes her laugh, a real one, even if it's quickly followed by a groan of pain. okay, not going to roll onto her side just yet, bad idea. ]

I've never hit anyone that hard before. [ which is why she feels guilty. even if Wesley kept fighting her through it, it's still.. scary. to lift the shackles off of something you try really hard to keep in control ] I've never landed a jumping roundhouse kick before either. [ only, for some reason, thinking about that is making tears prick at her eyes, so she'll stop ] Is that how you always fight?

[target]

[the fact she manages to say his name so easily now, that the loss isn't so apparent, actually comes as a relief. it'd been the whole point of trying to rile her up. frustration at the situation would lead to anger. that anger needed an outlet, and he did his best to provide it. and while he knows that he shouldn't have underestimated her, he had. it's only his training with the repairman that'd kept him from going down without a fight. he knows how to take a hit or twenty.

(and okay, fighting with derek may be helping there too)

sprawled out on the ground, wesley only tilts his head toward her, not bothering to go through the effort of trying to sit back up just yet. with the doors to the gym locked, there's no reason to try and make a speedy getaway just yet.]

Here, sure. I've got nothing to shoot here, so I don't waste the ammo. [which means fighting up close and person with a werewolf. or training a bunch of kids to do the same]

So you really only learnt all this shit up here? [considering she hung around with lehnsherr, that doesn't quite make sense to him. not when her ability was shapeshifting. surely he'd expect her to be using that to her (his human-hating) advantage?]

[darkholme]

I didn't know I could fight like that, back home, so yeah. I knew I was stronger than I should've been, but I never had a reason to learn how to fight until the whole.. Shaw thing.

[ wow, that was- ages ago. almost two years ago. she can still remember training, though, the little training she got to do with Charles always looking out for her. not holding her back ( although he kind of did ), it was more about trying to protect her than anything else, she knows that now. but she remembers the frustration - watching Banshee fly, watching Havok learn to use his chestplate, and there she was. lifting weights. all day. it was definitely frustrating! then she got here and met people that didn't want to keep her in the dark, that saw she had power and helped her learn how to use it. which now, over a year later, translates into kicking major ass, when she gets the chance.

she'd be more proud if she hadn't taken it out on someone she considers family ]

I had the luck and misfortune of being surrounded by people who wanted to protect me, more than let me fight. But I think I told you about that, back when I went home for a day. I had to sit on the sidelines when I could have been helping, and I never wanted to feel like that here. [ she sniffs, closing her eyes as she keeps back a groan. she has to keep wiggling and squirming to avoid letting her body get sore, like she can feel her muscles getting stiff, trying to avoid the wrong kind of movement. ugh, body, no ] A lot can change in a year, I guess.