Unauthorized Contact (MP/Nachtmahr)
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				Title: <strong>Unauthorized Contact (MP/Nachtmahr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>22-05-2014, 04:19:01</strong>
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				From his perch high in the bleachers off to one side of the Academy’s athletic field, Mikey watched the new assistant coach putting the hulking muscleheads of the ‘tank squad’ through their paces and tried his best not to enjoy the view.&nbsp; It was not just that the big, strong, strapping he-boys among his cohort made his life miserable when they could (for they did), nor that some of them were also sexist knuckleheads who still couldn’t grasp that there were girls with super-strength as well (sadly true), but that rumors of her personal tastes had reached said coach’s ear.&nbsp; After she had turned one of the dumber alpha-male jock down cold, he had decided that she preferred women...and said so, loudly and frequently.&nbsp; This may or may not have been true, Mikey knew.&nbsp; More likely she just didn’t like whiny jock boys and took her legal obligations to avoid dating students seriously.&nbsp; But others had taken the juicy gossip and run with it, and sooner or later the woman was bound to hear something.<br><br>When she had heard the rumors, or so he gathered, she had laughed for five minutes straight and then had calmly informed the team she coached that since they had enough time to speculate about things that were none of their business, she needed to step up their training.&nbsp; The sight of some of the worst physical bullies at the Academy running until they puked, then having to work even harder was somewhat gratifying...although the safest place to observe matters was out of earshot, where they couldn’t hear his quiet laughter.<br><br>That, of course, wasn’t his reason for perching up in the bleachers.&nbsp; This was his preferred spot for thinking and sketching, and the timing of today’s marathon workout was mostly coincidence.&nbsp; He didn’t feel like staying cooped up in his small private room just now in any case.&nbsp; There was a storm brewing and inside felt muggy and oppressively warm.&nbsp; Outside at least the air moved a little.&nbsp; He’d risk getting his fur wet for that.<br><br>He gave the coach an appreciative glance as well.&nbsp; She was definitely attractive, so he could understand why more than a few students would gladly make fools of themselves over her, but she was also intimidatingly tall and strong...and unattainable.&nbsp; Even if she weren’t a staff member and thus at best forbidden fruit, he knew all too well what his hopes might be.&nbsp; The same thought process that deemed her a woman’s woman had long ago labeled him as gay, which he’d learned to ignore as much as possible.&nbsp; Not like it mattered--he was slight but wiry, short for his age, preferred to wear his hair a bit long and tied back in a ponytail...and his artistic hobbies did little to dispel misconceptions.&nbsp; It wasn’t as though he didn’t have enough to worry about already, being a mutant.&nbsp; (Or, rather, something completely different!&nbsp; But most people, seeing his fur and his feline features, assumed...and he did nothing to correct them.&nbsp; Gven his other powers, the misunderstanding was only too reasonable.&nbsp; Here, at least, he was among other mutants who thought him to be one of them and welcomed him.)<br><br>Thus, here in the bleachers, all he could ever do is gaze upon the statuesque perfection of her face and form and daydream unhappy little dreams about someday being lucky enough to meet such a woman who would get to know him well enough to love him.<br><br>+ + +<br><br>From her perspective, the assistant coach would see that for the fourth day in a row, the same slender, small, dark-colored Cat-boy was up in the bleachers, watching her charges practice.&nbsp; Whether or not he had anything other than drawing in mind (she could also see the sketchbook and lapboard he carried), he kept his distance.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Unauthorized Contact (MP/Nachtmahr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nachtmahr</strong> on <strong>23-05-2014, 06:44:25</strong>
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				"Come on now ladies, it's no wonder I get all the girls"<br>She shouted, quite pleased with herself and her wit as she led the procession of oxygen-deprived ogres around yet another torturous lap of the school outdoors stadium. If they wanted to think her a lesbian, they could go ahead for all that she cared - In fact it was sort of entertaining at times. She had received some rather adorable perfumed letters from a few different girls, which had mostly led to her having long talks with them to explain why doing anything like that again would be wrong, but how their interests were completely normal. She had even set two of them up on a blind date, and if she was to believe that subtle signs the two had been showing since, everything had worked out just fine!<br><br>But all of that aside, Jessica loved her new job. Well, technically it wasn't her job just yet, but she was studying to become a proper teacher sooner rather than later. With her mutant nature she had been found more than capable of handling her current position as 'Assistant Physical Education, Sports and Self Defenses Teacher'. She had degrees in sports, combat and she had a passing interest in massage, meditation and a few others kinds of physical and mental therapy. <br>But all of these qualifications, and her current position aside, that wasn't all that she was there for. <br><br>A quick glance, and a familiar scent caught downwind by her highly sensitive nose confirmed her suspicion. He was sitting there yet again, watching. Never did he say anything to her, and he probably didn't even think she knew he was watching. It was kind of cute, really, especially considering the difference between him and the testosterone-fueled giants trailing behind her.<br>She liked the way he looked, yet the rumors surrounding him had also reached her ears, and it had made her curios about him on several occasions, but perhaps he only showed up here to enjoy the view of his bullies crumbling under her whip? Ironically, him showing up here to watch them run around like that didn't exactly help the rumors that he might have a not-so-innocent interest in his male peers go away.<br>But she doubted it - This wasn't the only place where he had showed up around the same time that she happened to have business there.<br><br>"Alright, that will do it for today boys."<br>She said, dismissing them all as she stretched her own overworked muscles. She was quite fit indeed - Tall and toned, the perfect mix of feminine elegance and almost amazonian ferocity. Her tights showed her lower body in all it's glory, her subtly curved bottom and toned thighs, neat hips to top it off. Above that she was wearing nothing but a sports bra for support - it was far too hot to wear anything more than that.<br>She seemed to disappear off the stadium along with her students for a few minutes, leaving for the women's locker, and leaving Mikey with a view of the empty stadium. Yet he wasn't going to be alone for long.<br>"Hey there. Mikey, right?"<br>Her soft, warm voice sounded behind him as she placed her hands at her hips, cocking her head to the side and peering at him curiously. This was the first time the barrier between them had been breached, but this seemed as good a moment as any.<br>"You know, you could always join in."<br>She said with a teasing chuckle, winking at him, obviously referring to how he seemed to be around here quite often.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Unauthorized Contact (MP/Nachtmahr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>24-05-2014, 17:57:26</strong>
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				By the time she reached him, the young mutant had shifted his position only a little--the drawing board was now balanced across his knees and he was sketching out something that looked like a comic book's splash page.&nbsp; One ear flicked and turned in her direction, letting her know that he was well aware of her approach before she came into sight.<br><br>He did not look up at her, though, tongue peeking between his lips in an expression of concentration that eased up only a little when she spoke.<br><br>"No thanks, Coach," he said softly, his voice warm and velvety, a bit high for a boy.&nbsp; "Running an extra ten kilometers while you shred what little macho cred I have?&nbsp; Not really my idea of a good time."&nbsp; He added a quick stroke of pencil to a detail on the picture.&nbsp; "Besides, I'm already enrolled in the gymnastics unit."<br><br>Now he glanced up at her, doing his best to look her in the eyes instead of staring at her breasts.<br><br>"But I won't join the team.&nbsp; Wouldn't be fair to the others."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Unauthorized Contact (MP/Nachtmahr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nachtmahr</strong> on <strong>04-06-2014, 00:19:24</strong>
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				Jessica peered curiously at him, letting out a soft chuckle at his comment. It was true though - There wasn't too much 'macho' about this boy at all. But then again, when she was around those hormone beasts all day she found herself sort of enjoying the prospect of sane company that didn't seem about to enter some kind of heat every other second.<br>"Oh come on now, brawn isn't everything you know."<br>She grinned at him as she took a seat on the row behind him, not actively noticing how he was struggling to look her in the eye rather than stare at her bust.<br><br>"I actually did some junior pro-league gymnastics when I was a little girl."<br>She said thoughtfully, peering up at the sky for a moment as she seemingly started to dwell on some memories for a bit. She figured it might be best to ease him into contact with her if she was going to be spending any extensive amount of time around him.<br>"I know I might be all buff now, but I was actually quite nimble!"<br>She grinned, mock-flexing her muscles like some sort of bodybuilder might do. She chuckled, and then turned her attention to what he was keeping in his lap.<br>"You've got quite some talent right there though."<br>She said, showing some genuine interest as she curiously peered at the artwork he was doing.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Unauthorized Contact (MP/Nachtmahr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>04-06-2014, 00:53:02</strong>
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				"Thanks.&nbsp; It's just something I do, y'know?"<br><br>What she could see of the drawing, it was some manner of fantasy with a tall, strong woman in plate armor playing the hero and a short, slight, long-haired man playing a Mage (in distress, at the moment).<br><br>"I keep hoping to maybe get into art school or something if I can, but...well, things get in the way." He smiled, glancing at her.&nbsp; "Are you no longer nimble?&nbsp; You seem plenty graceful to me."&nbsp; His eyes lingered for a moment, betraying his interest before he schooled his expression back into something more innocent.<br><br>For a moment longer, he seemed to debate whether or not he could continue to hide his work, but then gave up and scooted the board out, keeping one hand on a corner to stop it from tipping over, giving her a better look at the rough sketches.&nbsp; Although he no doubt hoped she wouldn't realize the model for the armored woman, she could immediately note a certain similarity between the knight and herself...and there was something just as familiar about the magus-in-distress!
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				Title: <strong>Re: Unauthorized Contact (MP/Nachtmahr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nachtmahr</strong> on <strong>30-06-2014, 15:40:29</strong>
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				"Sure I am!"<br>She grinned as he asked whether or not she wasn't nimble anymore, and then moving on to compliment her grace. She did have a certain elegance to her, despite her somewhat feral traits and strange half-human looks. Whether the way she moved looked unnatural for a human, or an anthropomorphic creature was hard to say - Something between those two sides of her just seemed to clash in a most splendid way.<br><br>She peered down at his drawing board, studying the motives and lines closely, raising an eyebrow. The corners of her mouth drew up into a soft smile as she realized who the characters were most likely based on - And judging by that: Just how realistic the situation might well have been.<br>"It's good! You've got some real talent there."<br>She said, deciding not to draw attention to the.. Similarities, between the characters and the two of them for the time being, not wanting to embarrass him during their first proper meeting. She leaned closer, resting her arms against the back of the seat he was in.<br><br>"But then again, I know what you mean. Back when I did gymnastics I wanted to be an Olympic athlete, but then I guess I ended up here."<br>She said with a soft, comforting smile directed at him. She didn't know why she was divulging such private and.. Well, pointless information, other than perhaps the thought that they were somewhat in the same boat in regards to plans that didn't work out might comfort him a little. Truth be told, he weren't very likely to go anywhere other than this school anytime soon - Just like any other mutant.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Unauthorized Contact (MP/Nachtmahr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>01-07-2014, 04:30:40</strong>
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				"Yeah, well...you'd be the second, right after Missus Murray," he blushed, meaning the art teacher.&nbsp; "She's the one told me to start applying to art schools and stuff.&nbsp; I might even manage to get a scholarship, she thinks."<br><br>He pulled the board back and added a couple of lines, seeming to ignore her for a moment.<br><br>"Olympics.&nbsp; Wow.&nbsp; You, uhm, don't think small, do you?"&nbsp; He very carefully did not look at her, only too conscious of the way his face was blushing.&nbsp; "You ever...uhm..."<br><br>A shy glance up followed, and when she didn't immediately cut him off, he continued.<br><br>"I know some of the faculty do stuff, y'know?&nbsp; The news feeds and stuff.&nbsp; And it's pretty obvious that,&nbsp; uhm...well, some people have distinctive ways of moving.&nbsp; You ever...you see any action with them?"&nbsp; He bit his lower lip, guessing that his interest might be misinterpreted, while in the back of his head his uncle, his sifu, admonished him not to be too eager to test his skills.&nbsp; "You move more like a dancer than a fighter, but the line between them is pretty thin."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Unauthorized Contact (MP/Nachtmahr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nachtmahr</strong> on <strong>01-07-2014, 05:29:46</strong>
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				She waited patiently for him to finish his sentence, allowing him the time and space he needed to speak up once he started his sentence, and yet still seemed to hesitate. She tilted her head slightly, curiously waiting for what he was going to say. <br><br>She nodded her head slowly as he started with her coworkers - Yes, they were often quite busy with things other than marking papers, that much was for sure.<br>"Well, I have joined in a few times, sure. But I'm still new here."<br>She said softly, smiling at him as she wondered where he was going with this. It was a strange thing to bring up, although not <em>entirely</em> unrelated to what they had been talking about. It was sort of funny how when people tried to hide the fact they were blushing, they usually only made it far more obvious by trying to keep it hidden. The more eager he was to try and hide his face from her, the more adorable he looked as he sat there.<br><br>"Aww, that's sweet!"<br>She said with a soft chuckle, smiling at him, giving him a gentle pat and a squeeze on his shoulder.<br>"But I wonder.. Why do you think that?"<br>She asked, no doubt curious to know what he was basing his statement on. She didn't mind at all, but out of all the things she had been called, a potential dancer weren't amongst them.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Unauthorized Contact (MP/Nachtmahr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>01-07-2014, 05:40:11</strong>
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				"Grace has many applications, both in avoiding harm and in bringing it to bear," he answered, his soft voice seeming a bit distant.&nbsp; Her hand on his shoulder brought his attention back to her, eyes wide in something closer to fear than wonder.&nbsp; What she could not know was the sudden jolt that her touch sent shooting through him, straight to his core and giving him an aching erection.&nbsp; Instead he tried to cover his response with a hint of bluster.<br><br>"You, ah...is that permitted?&nbsp; Since I am a student and all."<br><br>He blushed harder, scooted away by about half an inch, reluctant to break contact but knowing how true his worries might prove.<br><br>"I don't want you to get into trouble or anything."&nbsp; He settled his drawing board more carefully across his lap.&nbsp; "Not that I mind, but...as I was saying," he fumbled for a moment, changing the subject back to the original topic before she had surprised him.&nbsp; "You move more like someone who is graceful for the sheer joy of movement, rather than someone who is trained to fight.&nbsp; If that makes sense."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Unauthorized Contact (MP/Nachtmahr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nachtmahr</strong> on <strong>04-07-2014, 17:47:18</strong>
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				Jessica looked more than a little surprised as the boy suddenly withdrew from her the instant she touched him. It wasn't even like it had been anything particular flirtatious or devious - It was only a friendly pat on the shoulder?<br>"What, you mean.. Am I allowed to <em>touch</em> you?"<br>She asked, unable to hide a bit of a grin as she said it. There was something so disarmingly cute about the way he blushed and tried to move out of the way.<br><br>"You know.. You're an odd one, aren't you?"<br>She chuckled.<br>"Sure, I enjoy a good bit of exercise as much as anyone."<br>She replied to his latter statement, her eyes still inquisitive and somewhat amused from his reaction to her touch. If he only had the faintest idea what was written in her contract.. Well, lets just say that if <em>this</em> was crossing the line, then she'd be facing quite a trial once she had carried out her assignment.<br><br>"Look, I should probably go get changed already."<br>She said, getting out of her seat and stretching with a soft groan as her muscles flexed under skin, showing off her delightfully toned body in all the glory it could muster whilst still caught in the skin-tight confines of her tights and top.<br>"We should really have a chat sometime, you're rather intriguing. See you around!"<br>She said, winking at him before she turned around and left, her hips swaying in an ever so subtle man that might well have drawn the eyes of even the most innocent man to her shapely, tight behind. And if the swaying wasn't enough, the long, bushy tail was sure to do the trick.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Unauthorized Contact (MP/Nachtmahr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>04-07-2014, 17:59:31</strong>
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				He blushed harder.<br><br>"Well, you know.&nbsp; You faculty, me student, don't want you to get fired because you shouldn't touch me or anything, 'cause that's been known to happen.&nbsp; And you kinda startled me."&nbsp; He swallowed.&nbsp; "Not that I minded or anything," he added softly.<br><br>He nodded as she explained her skills.<br><br>"Yeah?&nbsp; Figures.&nbsp; But you do fight, yeah?"&nbsp; He tilted his head and smiled a little.&nbsp; "Don't answer if you don't want to.&nbsp; That's kind of personal."<br><br>He nodded again as she took her leave, not trusting himself to speak at the thought of seeing her again, in private, his mind immediately going to a number of pornographic fantasies that featured her and oh so many forbidden situations...because, he reminded himself in a desperate attempt to stop the blood flow rendering him stiffer than an overstarched collar, she was a teacher.&nbsp; And he was a student.&nbsp; But this was not at all easy considering that she added that extra sway to her hips as she walked off...<br><br>"Fuck," he moaned once she was out of earshot.&nbsp; "I'm in <em>sooooo</em> much trouble!"<br><br>Attempting to continue work proved futile, since his mind returned again and again to the wicked thoughts her presence, her touch, had inspired, and so Mikey eventually gave up, packed up his things, and slowly made his way back into the school to have a quick supper and do his homework...<br><br>A few hours later, he slipped into the gym, clad in sweatpants and a tee shirt.&nbsp; Turning on only some of the lights, he set a portable music player up in one corner and started a playlist that was heavy on the percussion, mostly tabla beats and rhythmic chanting interspersed with synth and guitar, and took a position in one corner of the floor.&nbsp; Taking a deep breath, he sprang into motion, going through one of the traditional, acrobatic katas of his family style of martial arts.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Unauthorized Contact (MP/Nachtmahr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nachtmahr</strong> on <strong>04-07-2014, 18:27:25</strong>
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				Jessica went to the womens lockers and changed, before returning to her private room to write a report on her students and, most importantly, write down a very detailed report of her first real 'encounter' with Mikey, the reason for her presence at the school in the first place. Once she had finished she leaned back in her chair, peering up at the ceiling for a while, just letting herself get lost in thought. He was quite cute, wasn't he? There was something so sweet and innocent about his shy behavior - He must really be having a hard time fitting in, even in a place like this, to be so withdrawn and timid. Hell, he thought she might get in trouble for simply touching him? On the shoulder at that! Or was he just startled by sudden physical contact with the opposite sex? Actually.. That seemed to make a whole lot more sense. Maybe he was a little 'hot for teacher', huh? The thought made her giggle like a teenager for a moment, before she decided to leave her room to head down into the teachers dining hall for supper.<br><br>After that light meal she found herself wandering the halls somewhat absent-minded, until she caught a familiar scent on the air. Her canine nose was far more powerful than that of a common human, and she could tell where Mikey was. <br>She followed him around, figuring out where he was going soon enough, waiting for him to be ready in the gym. She heard the sound of music, finding it to be just loud enough to mask her entry. She hid in the shadows after slipping in, having opted for black jeans and a matching top - Much looser than her sports top of course. <br><br>She had never seen him like this before. There was a strange sense of peace and concentration about him, like he was almost emitting some sort of aura as he went through these practices, much like how training almost served as some sort of meditation for her.<br>She tried her best not to draw any attention to herself though, although any keen eye would sooner or later notice the figure in the corner of the gym.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Unauthorized Contact (MP/Nachtmahr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>04-07-2014, 18:39:02</strong>
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				Mikey was not completely oblivious to her entrance, but he was so focused on his practice, so set on his work, that breaking pattern to acknowledge her arrival was unthinkable.&nbsp; Instead, he kicked his performance up a notch for no reason, he would later insist, than to ensure that he did not lose his place in the kata.<br><br>For her part, she got some idea of why he refused to join the gymnastics team--it would indeed be unsporting to the other schools, because the young man moved like a rabid mongoose, sliding in and around invisible attackers and countering with silent, secret, lethal blows as he spun and ducked and rolled.&nbsp; Whatever his style was, it was nimble, fast...<br><br>Only when the music suddenly came to an abrupt end that coincided with his returning to 'horse' stance and letting out a cleansing breath did he glance over at her and flash a quick smile.<br><br>"So.&nbsp; Now you know.&nbsp; Yes, I'm a martial artist.&nbsp; Yes, I'm formally trained.&nbsp; No, you don't know the exact style.&nbsp; Family secret.&nbsp; Did I miss any of the obvious questions?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Unauthorized Contact (MP/Nachtmahr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nachtmahr</strong> on <strong>04-07-2014, 18:48:52</strong>
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				As the music stopped, and his body did the same like time itself came to a stop for a moment there, and he offered her that smile, explaining just what had been going on, she couldn't help but applaud him.<br>"My my! You should have said! That was <em>beautiful</em>!"<br>She said excitedly as she walked into the light, clapping her hands softly at him, her smile as warm and encouraging as anyones would be after a spectacular show like the one he had just given her.<br><br>She really hadn't expected this from him - She had been told that he had an array of special hobbies, but to go from art to something like this was.. Well, unexpected!<br>"I suppose I'm not the only one of us who fights."<br>She chuckled, her tail swooshing behind her as she watched him. She too knew a fair bit about martial arts, but he was right - She had never quite seen anything like that before! Given the proper equipment and just a bit more training - psychological if nothing else, he could be quite the guy.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Unauthorized Contact (MP/Nachtmahr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>04-07-2014, 19:11:17</strong>
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				He smiled a little more, blushed, rubbed the back of his neck with one hand.<br><br>"Just a little thing I do.&nbsp; Been training since I could walk.&nbsp; And like I said, it's a family thing...so I really can't talk about it.&nbsp; But that's how I know you have some experience."<br><br>He stretched slowly, heedless of the view this gave her, and then walked over to switch off the player.<br><br>"I'd, uhm, appreciate it if you didn't mention this.&nbsp; I get enough crap for being an artist without some dumb tank assuming that this means that I can take a hit with no warning.&nbsp; I can, and I could probably put most of those assholes in the infirmary for a few days into the bargain, but I'd rather avoid all the screaming and yelling and detentions that'd result.&nbsp; You know what I mean?"<br><br>He glanced back over his shoulder at her.<br><br>"I'm gonna go hit the shower.&nbsp; Gym's yours if you need it."<br><br>With another shy smile, he picked up the player and headed to the boys' locker room...and perhaps, just perhaps, there was a bit of a teasing 'come hither' hint in his walk as well, almost as if he was hoping that she might.&nbsp; Or perhaps he did not realize he was doing it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Unauthorized Contact (MP/Nachtmahr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nachtmahr</strong> on <strong>12-07-2014, 15:32:05</strong>
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				She smiled and chuckled at him as he told her not to mention it, and she shook her head in agreement.<br>"It'll be our little secret, sure. As long as you promise to invite me to watch next time."<br>She said with a wink. It had been quite an enjoyable show, watching his young, agile body twist and turn so elegantly, and yet with hints of underlying brutal ferocity. The true beauty of martial arts, summed up in his dance-like movements.<br><br>She watched on as he moved, swaying out of the room - She had to do her best to try and turn her mind away from one particularly inappropriate thought - Even if it almost seemed like he was trying to invite her to join him in the privacy of the locker room. Did he even realize that he was showing off his feathers like that? He was inviting thoughts and things that he probably hadn't even thought of himself.<br><br>She turned to leave, turning off the lights as she did so, and headed for her headmasters office. She knocked a few times before she pushed the door open and entered, smiling politely and nodding her head in respect of her superior. She had been called to a meeting that same evening, and here she was.<br>"I've just gotten back from the gym, so I'm sorry, I'm running a little late. I figured I'd have a look at what he does other than draw - Would you believe he has a bit of a fighter hidden inside him?"<br>She chuckled as she took a seat in front of her superiors desk, crossing her legs and waiting for a response.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Unauthorized Contact (MP/Nachtmahr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>12-07-2014, 18:13:15</strong>
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				His shy grin was answer enough, but she heard him say&nbsp; "deal" just before he vanished from sight.<br><br>+ + +<br><br>The Headmaster did not seem particularly surprised that she was late, and only smiled indulgently when she mentioned checking up on the boy.<br><br>"Michael has many talents," he said, "most of them hidden.&nbsp; That, in no small part, is why you were offered this position."<br><br>He pulled a file from one drawer, set it on the desk before him.&nbsp; She couldn't read the name printed along the tab: whatever alphabet it was in, it didn't look at all familiar.<br><br>"When we first noticed his martial arts practice, I asked Logan to make some inquiries and Jean to make some more delicate inquiries.&nbsp; All they have been able to turn up are a few hints of a family style...and such matters are rarely discussed with outsiders.&nbsp; Out of respect for that tradition, we ceased checking.&nbsp; What do you think of his skill level?"<br><br>He drummed his fingers on the file, looking thoughtful.<br><br>"Not that we're asking you to try training him.&nbsp; I have another, somewhat less orthodox request."<br><br>
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