[[ Bumperz. ]]

Ooc; Sorry, my internet was turned off all day. It's glitchy lately. D;

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Storm stared at the ceiling, the miniscule cracks running through the plaster only half of what he was seeing. The other, he was lost in thought. Not wanting to waste any more time, he rolled out of bed, already dressed, and slipped out of his room. He knew Drake was most likely still angry with him, but that was okay with Storm. No matter how much his older brother saw Storm as ruining his void relation with Drakine, the younger brother's intent was to help.

He knocked lightly on Drake's door and met his brother's sullen face, a light purple under his eyes indicating the boy hadn't slept well. "Nightmares?" Storm asked and Drake narrowed his eyes.

"I'm looking at one," he remarked and he pushed past his brother, closing his bedroom door and stepping out into the hallway in the process.

"Funny. Walk with me," Storm said and Drake sighed before following in his brother's steps down the hall. The two walked silently, Drake fuming behind his brother and wanting to freeze his feet so the boy would fall. He shook his head and Storm snickered, knowing exactly what was going on in his brother's predictable mind.

"She's going to kill you," he mused as he rounded another hallway.

"For what?" Drake asked tiredly; already, he was regretting coming out on the walk. The regret stabbed deeper when Storm turned to shoot him a wry grin.

"For waking her up," he sad and Drake's head snapped up as he realized the hallway they were in. He looked back at Storm, but his brother had already ran past Drakine's door, rapped loudly, and fled the hallway. Drake cursed under his breath and sighed, leaning against the wall opposite her door. He placed his palms on his knees, muscles coiled if she were to come out ready to burn him up.

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Its fine, shadow-chan. ^^

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Drakine had managed to get a few more minutes of sleep in before she heard obsessive pounding on her door. Her eyes snapped open; already filled with malic and the promise of blood. Jumping out of bed, she quickly moved to the door as her skin became decorated with faint scales and as black fire started to encase one hand. With her other hand, she pulled open the door and spotted Drake; leaning against the opposite wall. A low, animalistic growl escaped from her throat as her black eyes narrowed. The anger in her eyes was very clear. 

Suddenly, she attacked the ice-boy; using her hellfire-covered hand in a downwards diagonal slash. Her fingers had already made the transformation into dragon claws.

Ooc; Accidentally backspaced and deleted all I wrote. e_e

Bic;

Just as he anticipated, Drake burst open from her room like a demon, black fire writhing around her hands which looked less like hands as she approached. He sidestepped the move, expecting it from the beginning, and managed to stagger a few feet back from her. He raised his palms up and his brows at the same time, giving her a quizzical look.

"That was predictable. And blame Mr. Wind-and-Weather for the wake-up call. I'd give you permission to kill him, but you'll probably take it seriously." he said, brows still arched as he looked at her bed-ridden hair; a smile tugged at his lips. "Oh and good morning," he added.

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D:

That happened to me once. It sucked.

O.O I has idea.... Wanna hear it?

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Drakine snarled at her claws slashed at empty air. Her black eyes watching Drake as he moved a couple feet away from her. With her black eyes narrowing more; she barely noticed the guesters he made and the quizzical look on his facal features. Her finger-claws twitch as he spoke and she grinned slightly evilly when he mentioned the fact the she'd take it seriously if he gave her permission to kill his younger brother. When mentioned 'good morning' another growl broke out of her as she snarled.

"Good morning my @ss," she hissed as the hellfire dissipated from around her hand. Her hands also changed back into human hands and the faint scale outlines melted out of her skin. She crossed her arms against her chest and prowled back into her room; slamming the door behind her.

Ooc; Ohwai, yes I do. C:

Bic;

Drake let the ice defrost from his hands, shaking out his fingers to scatter the droplets of water that had accumulated without his chill. He opened his mouth to say something else, but she had already slammed her door behind her. He contemplated following her and decided to go through with it, hoping she wouldn't burn him alive.

He knocked once on her door before nudging it open a bit. "If I ask you if you mind if I come in, will you say yes?" he asked as he ran his hands through the mess that was currently his black hair.

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:D

I actually thought if this a couple days ago. But I just remember it.

Drake could challange Drakine to a fight on the terms that if he losses; he'll leave her alone. But if he wins, she has to go on one date with him.

-grins evilly-

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Drakine turned to pin a peircing glare on Drake. "Now why would I say that?" she asked coldly before turning her attention to an open drawer on her dresser. Since she was up and more awake than she wanted to be; she'd better change into something other than her tattered pajamas. After several seconds of metal debate, she pulled out a fishnet top, a black torn t-shirt with an anarchy symbol on the front, black skinny jeans from another drawer, and black converse from the shoe rack under her bed.

Ooc; ..... I actually kinda typed up a scene like that out of lack of boredom a few days ago. Except there was some heavy making out between the two after the battle. //shot And whooo, he'll bring it up now. xD;;

Bic;

"So you don't mind, then?" he asked as he stepped all the way into her room. He kept the door open behind him, scared that he would end up doing something Drakine would, well, not tolerate. The dorm rooms at the school weren't exactly large, but it was big enough for at least a couple of people; still, the door was kept open.

An idea spontaneously hit Drake's mind and he watched as Drakine fingered through her clothes, selecting a few pieces as she went. He pulled his gaze from the auburn hair that fell down her back, and the way her body moved when she leaned slightly to collect her things. He shook his head, but his cold blue eyes portrayed nothing of his feelings.

"May I offer something, a challenge if you will?" he asked, knowing he'd draw the girl's attention to him at the sound of a challenge.

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O.O

Great minds think alike, much?

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Everytime I go to type "Drake" I start typing "Draek". DX Not demom Draek, Dragon! -Stitch headdesk-

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Drakine paused slightly; her fingers twitched. A challenge? Did she hear Drake right? Her head cocked to one side as she turned to face him. Her arms crossed against her chest as she leaned against her dresser. Then, she made the "continue" gester with one hand before returning it back into the crook of her eblow. Oh, how she was intrigued even if she didn't know the full details.

Ooc; Speaking of that, I have yet to finish it. xD

Bic;

At her gesture, Drake walked clean up to her so they were only a few breaths apart. His blue eyes, wide as always, bore into hers, brows quirking up slightly as he smiled. "How about this; a duel. We use those big metal things called swords. First one to call mercy loses, but there's a catch," he said. "You win, I'll leave you alone if you like. I'll see to it Storm does, too." he said and contemplated his thoughts for a moment.

"I win, you have to go on a date with me." he finished, grin widening as he dared her to reject the challenge, knowing she wouldn't.

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Oooo~! When your done can I read it? :D

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Drakine frowned at the terms. Well, the last one anyways. A date? Was he stupid? She wasn't going to loose. Then, she grin wickedly. It showed her teeth as her canines grew out into fangs of a dragon. "I accept," she hissed as a forked tongue flicked out from inbetween her teeth. The backwards barbs catching Drake on the chin before it slipped back into her mouth. The grin faded before she pushed him back slightly.

"Tell me when and where later. Now, get out," she growled.

Her barbed tongue nicked him on the chin and he didnt exactly know how to react; so he didn't. "Just be at the gym whenever you're ready," he said before he slipped out the door.

Ooc; Yes, you can, but it'll have to be through email. I don't think it falls under the PG-whatever category they have here. xD;

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Sweet.

Shoot me an rmail when you've finished. I'll send you one of my many emails. -has liek 6- But the ones I use the most are my AOL, Gmail, and Yahoo! accounts.

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Drakine watched Drake close the door to her room and the wicked grin returned. Oh, she'd win. That was for sure. She was as deadly with a blade as she was with her hellfire. Turning her attention back to her clothes, she quickly dressed and brushed her hair before pulling the flame-esque locks into a ponytail at the back of her head. Moving so she stood in front of a floor-length mirror attached to her door, she looked over her appearance. Just to make sure everything was in place.

Her fishnet top ended at her waist and at her wrists while the black shirt ended slightly below her bust. The black skinny jeans hugged her hips and her slim legs as they ended at her ankles. The black converse that covered her feet also covered the end of the jeans slightly. She frowned slightly as she let her eyes rest on her typical ponytail. Muttering a colourful curse under her breath, she pulled out the tie and redid it so part of her bangs covered onside of her face.

Better. 

She yawned slightly as she opened the door and stepped out into the hall; closing the door behind her as she went. Rubbing one of her temples, she went to the kitchens to get herself a cup of coffee or a can of Monster. She'd need the caffiene.

Bic;
Drake stopped by his dorm room after leaving Drakine's to do a few warm-ups before he got to the gym itself. He stretched out his tightened muscles, flexing and turning to put his body through a series of rhythmic bends. Once his muscles were warmed, he got onto the floor and did a set of thirty push-ups; he wanted to prepare himself.

Feeling unnaturally warm, he switched out his loose-hanging gray t-shirt and put a tighter fitting black T on, deciding to leave his baggy jeans on knowing they wouldn't get in the way.

He did not take any detours getting to the gym, no matter how much his stomach grumbled in protest; he just didn't want to meet up with his brother. He shook his head, clearing thoughts from his high-strung brain, and approached the wall of swords.

His blue eyes searched, and found, the hilt of his familiar hand-and-a-half raptor sword. He swung one arm up, grabbed the hilt, and disengaged it from the monument where it sat on the wall. He turned it over in his fingers for a moment, and waited for Drakine.

Drakine entered the kitchen straight away, aiming for her drink and maybe something high in protien. She moved towards the refrigerators as she moved around the cooks with ease. Opening the heavy door, she pulled out a Monster and let the door close on its own before turning around to face one of the cooks. She was an older, grandmother-esque woman with her steel gray hair up in a severe bun. A sudden look crossed over her face before she handed Drakine a protien bar and one of those peelable cheese sticks.

"Thanks," Drakine said as she took both. A smile was in her tone when she spoke, but not on her face. The older woman nodded and hustled Drakine out of the kitchen before giving the dragonness a small wink.

She sighed and bit into the cheese; finishing it in a few bits before moving on the the bar. That too was gone in a few bites. Drakine opened the can of Monster and gulped down a few mouthfulls to wash out the taste and any remaining bits of food before she chucked the whole can and threw her trash away.

Then, she moved off towards the gym. As soon as she entered, her black eyes fel on the wall off swords at one end of the room. They also rested on Drake for a moment before she eyed the Japanese katanas and tanto. Her head tilted to one side as she moved up to them; reaching for one. In the end, she pulled several off the wall to test each of their balances to make sure it felt like an extension of her arm instead of just a sword. When she found the one she liked, she replaced the others and moved back from the wall slightly; katana in hand.

She rolled her wrist and watched the edge of the sword cut through the air. Her head bobbed slightly in a small nod before her black eyes rest on Drake.

"Ready to get your @ss handed to you?" she asked, smirking all the while.

"This I've got to see," Drake heard Storm holler as he entered the gym. He toon a seat at the topmost part of the bleachers and grinned at Drakine. "Kick his @ss!" he whooped and Drake merely rolled out his shoulders.

He took his stance, feet splayed apart for balance, sword held lightly in his right hand. He lined the tip of the sword up to Drakine's chin, only visually of course; they were too far away for contact. Hoping to catch her by surprise, but knowing he probably wouldn't, he swung his blade in a clean arc aimed toward her left hip.

Drakine ignored Storm's holler, whoop, and grin as she watched Drake take his stance; quickly taking her own. A deep backstance with her sword held like a dagger before her. The hard steel gleam under the gym lights. Her eyes watched his blade as he moved in in an arc; aiming towards her hip. Tilting her sword hand slightly, the tip of her katana slipped underneath his raptor sword as she parried the attack while spining off slightly. Quickly changing the position of her hand so she held it like a regular sword, she adjusted her stance and slashed diagonally at Drake's sword arm.

Her eyes were cold when she was doing all of this. Cold, distant, and slightly glazed over; as if she was moving from previous training or through instinct.

When she slashed for his arm with alarming speed, Drake barely managed to step back in time and raise his blade to meet her own.

-fail-

The steel of her sword clanged against his and she frowned slightly. Her head tilted and she spun around, letting the edge of her katana scra.pe against his sword before it lifted off as she swung her blade in a horizontal cut to his unprotected back.

[[ I be more fail. On Damn! LOL ]]

"Christ," Drake muttered as she pulled her sword from his and swing down to hit his back. He stepped away, crouching low to allow a smaller target. After a quick spark of what could be a fateful mistake, Drake spun on the balls of his feet and outstretched one leg in an attempt to trip her.