Those Who Learn Nothing (Lilian Rook) - Revision history

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 Half the faces on the field were familiar. The other half were from Epsilon class, combined together for second year after fifty percent of the applicants washed out in year one. She had been told that was a phenomenal success rate, and that the trainees that year had been something special, but she already knew she was special, so she didn't pay it any mind. One hundred and seven fellow effective-second lieutenants were here, or would be shortly, and the identical suits made her uneasy. It still felt unnatural to line up and fill a designated place. Though her consolation was that at least hers was front and center of her block, it did keep her away from anyone she knew well. It did that for everyone, to minimize chatter and distraction. The faculty were stingy about that.
-Lilian spent the last couple of minutes before commencement staring up through the kaleidoscopic mirage of broken glass reflections that hung over the field, letting the wind tease her hair, slowly breathing the ambient energy in and out, feeling the faint thrum of the leylines buried deep beneath the snow white grass and coal black sand. Thinking. She rarely "just thought" very much. There was always something to do. She contemplated the quality of the meridians belonging to the tall boy to her left, and felt satisfied that the "heat" he gave off at full charge was well below her own. She shifted her attention to the right, and reflected on the feeling of the unfamiliar red headed girl's more western-style aura. Like sampling notes in wine, she decided that she must be from a demonological Tradition. She could tell the girl was doing exactly the same thing too, because the redhead suddenly shuddered violently, and glanced nervously in her direction. It made her smile.
+Lilian spent the last couple of minutes before commencement staring up through the kaleidoscopic mirage of broken glass reflections that hung over the field, letting the wind tease her hair, slowly breathing the ambient energy in and out, feeling the faint thrum of the leylines buried deep beneath the snow white grass and coal black sand. Thinking. She rarely "just thought" very much. There was always something to do. She contemplated the quality of the meridians belonging to the tall boy to her left, and felt satisfied that the "heat" he gave off at full charge was well below her own. She shifted her attention to the right, and reflected on the feeling of the unfamiliar red headed girl's more western-style aura. Like sampling notes in wine, she decided that she must be from a demonological Tradition. She could tell the girl was doing exactly the same thing too, because the redhead suddenly shuddered violently, and glanced nervously in her direction.
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 Half the faces on the field were familiar. The other half were from Epsilon class, combined together for second year after fifty percent of the applicants washed out in year one. She had been told that was a phenomenal success rate, and that the trainees that year had been something special, but she already knew she was special, so she didn't pay it any mind. One hundred and seven fellow effective-second lieutenants were here, or would be shortly, and the identical suits made her uneasy. It still felt unnatural to line up and fill a designated place. Though her consolation was that at least hers was front and center of her block, it did keep her away from anyone she knew well. It did that for everyone, to minimize chatter and distraction. The faculty were stingy about that.
-Lilian spent the last couple of minutes before commencement staring up through the kaleidoscopic mirage of broken glass reflections that hung over the field, letting the wind tease her hair, slowly breathing the ambient energy in and out, feeling the faint thrum of the leylines buried deep beneath the snow white grass and coal black sand. Thinking. She rarely "just thought" very much. There was always something to do. She contemplated the quality of the meridians belonging to the tall boy to her left, and felt satisfied that the "heat" he gave off at full charge was well below her own. She shifted her attention to the right, and reflected on the feeling of the unfamiliar red headed girl's more western-style aura. Like sampling notes in wine, she decided that she must from a demonological Tradition. She could tell the girl was doing exactly the same thing too, because the redhead suddenly shuddered violently, and glanced nervously in her direction. It made her smile.
+Lilian spent the last couple of minutes before commencement staring up through the kaleidoscopic mirage of broken glass reflections that hung over the field, letting the wind tease her hair, slowly breathing the ambient energy in and out, feeling the faint thrum of the leylines buried deep beneath the snow white grass and coal black sand. Thinking. She rarely "just thought" very much. There was always something to do. She contemplated the quality of the meridians belonging to the tall boy to her left, and felt satisfied that the "heat" he gave off at full charge was well below her own. She shifted her attention to the right, and reflected on the feeling of the unfamiliar red headed girl's more western-style aura. Like sampling notes in wine, she decided that she must be from a demonological Tradition. She could tell the girl was doing exactly the same thing too, because the redhead suddenly shuddered violently, and glanced nervously in her direction. It made her smile.
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 Half the faces on the field were familiar. The other half were from Epsilon class, combined together for second year after fifty percent of the applicants washed out in year one. She had been told that was a phenomenal success rate, and that the trainees that year had been something special, but she already knew she was special, so she didn't pay it any mind. One hundred and seven fellow effective-second lieutenants were here, or would be shortly, and the identical suits made her uneasy. It still felt unnatural to line up and fill a designated place. Though her consolation was that at least hers was front and center of her block, it did keep her away from anyone she knew well. It did that for everyone, to minimize chatter and distraction. The faculty were stingy about that.
-Lilian spent the last couple of minutes before commencement staring up through the kaleidoscopic mirage of broken glass reflections that hung over the field, letting the wind tease her hair, slowly breathing the ambient energy in and out, feeling the faint thrum of the leylines buried deep beneath the snow white grass and coal black sand. Thinking. She rarely "just thought" very much. There was always something to do. She contemplated the quality of the meridians belonging to the tall boy to her left, and felt satisfied that the "heat" he gave off at full charge was well below her own. She shifted her attention to the right, and reflected on the feeling of the unfamiliar red headed girl's more western-style aura. Like sampling notes in wine, decided that she must from a demonological Tradition. She could tell the girl was doing exactly the same thing too, because the redhead suddenly shuddered violently, and glanced nervously in her direction. It made her smile.
+Lilian spent the last couple of minutes before commencement staring up through the kaleidoscopic mirage of broken glass reflections that hung over the field, letting the wind tease her hair, slowly breathing the ambient energy in and out, feeling the faint thrum of the leylines buried deep beneath the snow white grass and coal black sand. Thinking. She rarely "just thought" very much. There was always something to do. She contemplated the quality of the meridians belonging to the tall boy to her left, and felt satisfied that the "heat" he gave off at full charge was well below her own. She shifted her attention to the right, and reflected on the feeling of the unfamiliar red headed girl's more western-style aura. Like sampling notes in wine, she decided that she must from a demonological Tradition. She could tell the girl was doing exactly the same thing too, because the redhead suddenly shuddered violently, and glanced nervously in her direction. It made her smile.
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-Half the faces on the field were familiar. The other half were from Epsilon class, combined together for second year after fifty percent of the applicants washed out in year one. She had been told that was a phenomenal success rate, and that the trainees that year had been something special, but she already knew she was special, and barely paid it any mind. One hundred and seven fellow effective-second lieutenants were here, or would be shortly, and the identical suits made her uneasy. It still felt unnatural to line up and fill a designated place. Though her consolation was that at least hers was front and center of her block, it did keep her away from anyone she knew well. It did that for everyone, to minimize chatter and distraction. The faculty were stingy about that.
+Half the faces on the field were familiar. The other half were from Epsilon class, combined together for second year after fifty percent of the applicants washed out in year one. She had been told that was a phenomenal success rate, and that the trainees that year had been something special, but she already knew she was special, so she didn't pay it any mind. One hundred and seven fellow effective-second lieutenants were here, or would be shortly, and the identical suits made her uneasy. It still felt unnatural to line up and fill a designated place. Though her consolation was that at least hers was front and center of her block, it did keep her away from anyone she knew well. It did that for everyone, to minimize chatter and distraction. The faculty were stingy about that.
 Lilian spent the last couple of minutes before commencement staring up through the kaleidoscopic mirage of broken glass reflections that hung over the field, letting the wind tease her hair, slowly breathing the ambient energy in and out, feeling the faint thrum of the leylines buried deep beneath the snow white grass and coal black sand. Thinking. She rarely "just thought" very much. There was always something to do. She contemplated the quality of the meridians belonging to the tall boy to her left, and felt satisfied that the "heat" he gave off at full charge was well below her own. She shifted her attention to the right, and reflected on the feeling of the unfamiliar red headed girl's more western-style aura. Like sampling notes in wine, decided that she must from a demonological Tradition. She could tell the girl was doing exactly the same thing too, because the redhead suddenly shuddered violently, and glanced nervously in her direction. It made her smile.

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 Raising her hands harmlessly, Lilian took two steps back, smiled with a slow, reluctant tilt of her head, and-
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 Lilian grabbed Alex by the hair, dragged him out of his seat, pulled his head back, and struck him in the gut with the point of her knee and enough force to send him staggering off to the infirmary with contusions, before shoving him back into his chair. She swept the back legs out from under the adjacent chair occupied by his friend, and slammed her elbow into the center of his chest, angling all the force over the chair's center of gravity.
 Exhaling, Lilian flicked her bangs back out of her face, and stepped back once again.
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 -without warning, Alex's friend tilted back and crashed to the floor along with his chair, rolling over on the hardwood and clutching his chest, eyes bulging out of their sockets at his struggle to breath; the shock had yet to set in. Alex himself abruptly doubled over in his seat and puked on the floor, resulting in a collective gasp of surprise and disgust from the rest of the student body. When he rolled over out of his seat, curled up in a reflexive, agonized fetal position, nobody even noticed the blood on his gasping lips. The rest of his friends went scattering away like mice.
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 Chu-
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 Lilian crossed the pit in one solid lunge, leaving not a footprint in the sand. Stabbing her heel down between Chu's feet, she twisted her knee up into his abs with two hundred times the force she'd used on Alex. It felt like hitting a brick wall, so she rocked back, pivoted again, and hit the exact same place twice as hard. Then a third time. A fourth time. She could see the carbon weave of his bodysuit distended to its maximum tolerance from the amount of kinetic energy stacked into the blow, so she stepped back, brought up both hands, and hammered a vicious barrage of knuckle pressure punches straight into his sternum, hitting his ridiculously solid pecs over and over and over again, until the frustration of it started making her hit even harder.
 King Tyron flashed into her head, and suddenly her next punch became a vicious right hook across the side of Chu's handsome face, leaving a frozen ripple in his cheek. For some reason, Lilian didn't feel the strain of holding time still for this long all at once. The adrenaline was sudden and unexpected, but it didn't feel like just a physical high. She thought of Tyron's smug, shitty little royal kids, and punched Chu directly in the throat for good measure.
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 -stared for the briefest instant of shock, then a thundering volley of dull impact thwacks and crunches caused him to rock back and then double over, his flesh visibly distorting and rebounding as if struck by an explosion. His head suddenly jerked sideways, causing him to teeter nauseously, clutching his throat and coughing breathlessly. Lilian huffed loudly, already breathing fast and heavy without doing anything.
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 The martial artist didn't come even close to hitting her. After the first few missed strikes, his next punch fired a piercing spike of flashing chi, then the next leg sweep cast off a blazing arc, the following stomp shattering the ground and dragging up a wall of gravel shrapnel. He threw walls of debris, blasts of pressure, and explosions of chi this way and that, tactically covering all of his angles and blindspots, predicting every evasive maneuver, and Lilian was never, ever there.
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 Lilian ducked under his outstretched legs and stomped her heel into the second joint of his grounded toes, repeating the motion to stack force until they would break.
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 Chu clenched his teeth with a grunt of stifled pain, rapidly switching his footing and releasing a palm blast at his opponent. Point blank.
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 Liliean leapt over him, briefly inverted overhead, balanced on her palm against his head, then flipped down over his back and axe kicked the back of his knees, reeling her arm back to catch him by the throat.
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 A clean miss. It wasn't possible, but it happened. Something cracked sharply, and Chu dropped to one knee, reeling back from the sudden shift in his center of balance. Lilian snatched his neck in the crook of her arm, squeezing his windpipe in a chokehold. A joke, considering the difference in their physique.
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 Chu kicked off with both legs, including the broken toe and knee, to pivot over her and throw, reversing the grip. It reminded Lilian all of a sudden of being grabbed by Xianren, and it made her skin prickle and her blood boil.
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 With Chu frozen overhead, Lilian pushed and pushed on the inside of his arms, applying more and more force, until they began to budge, his muscle fibers unable to contest her while frozen in stasis. She turned and grabbed him by the wrist, widened her stance, and then mentally calculated the exact moment she would need to twist her whole body.
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 She had already escaped his reversal by the time he reached the apex of his flip. With his wrist in her grip, Lilian kicked off the ground and turned her whole body into a counter rotating roll, twisting Chu's hand in the opposite direction of his own powerful spin. It snapped, and he fell to the ground with a howl of pain.