Indoor Gym

Description: Standard indoor gym for Hellsing and Geese operatives alike, there's nothing too fancy or special about the equipment it holds. A few standard punching bags to work with, weights of various sizes and shapes to lift, and several sparring mats put together to allow friendly matches between one another.

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---------> Interrogation room

Pushing open the door that led into the gym, Sofia was surprisingly relieved that the interrogation was over. Not because of what happened, more because of the irritating day she'd been having. She was called in by Integra to clean up a mess Alucard made, then had to break an Iscariot spy's nose after shooting him in the leg, then interrogate him. All of which gave very little insight. Then again, its not like it took a genius to figure out why Iscariot would send a spy; they hated this organization almost as much as they hated anything that didn't involve indoctrinating people into their precious Catholicism. It was like watching a fight between two dogs barking each other; after a while it gets annoying.

Luckily, she managed to pass off the camera to be delivered to the Vatican; addressed to Meabh, since she was really the only one in the false church she knew by name. Another thing to brighten up her bleak day was this place. Not as fancy as Mossads gym, but atleast it provided a small outlet for her. Removing her green jacket to reveal nothing but a black t-shirt that was a bit undersized - revealing her stomach and the tattoos riding across  her waist - she casually tossed it on a bench near by before finding a place in front of one of the numerous heavy bags, her hands already protected by her fingerless gloves that withstood the kickback of her rifle, she went to work; pounding away at the bag in a series of punches and kicks.

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Alisa pushed open the door leading to the gym. She'd expected the gym to be empty like usual. With all the commotion and such going on lately nobody had much time to actually go to the gym to exercise. Most physical training was done through drills or IT training out in the yard. However she found herself surprised as she found herself facing her new found friend Sofia punching one of the bags in the room. Her eyes wandered over the tattoos lining her abdomen she wondered the meaning behind the markings that lined her waist but diverted her eyes away as she came closer. "Exercising after interrogation hm?" Alisa said. She hadn't taken her fingerless gloves off.

She walked up to one of the bags and tried to remember a few of the basic things she'd learned in the German Federal Police. She bit her lip as it wasn't much just basic striking and grappling techniques. She turned her eyes to Sofia who seemed to be chaining together a endless string of moves abusing the heavy punching bag. "Wow...you practice alot don't you?" Alisa said watching as each strike came with precision that only came with much practice and discipline. She was almost jealous that Sofia had been given such and opportunity. A chance to become a soldier regardless of gender. Her mind burned with anger as she recalled her rejection from the GSG-9.

After a long and well needed shower, Ben decided it was time to practice his new vampire strength a bit, as there was nothing else he could do at that moment... except watch the maids do their work, which wasn`t very productive. They didn`t let him help either, for obvious reasons- their work was hard enough as it was. ..besides, all of the maids were past thirty and thus no longer the cute, innocent, quiet sort of maid Ben would think of when hearing the term.

So, after disposing of the uniform that had been stained in various, very unpleasent fluids, he`d put on a pair of gym shorts, a tank top and sneakers before sneaking off into the indoor gym, quietly wondering what kind of equipment Seras would practice on that didn`t break as soon as she`d look at it... when in the corner of his eye, he spotted the two from earlier, Alisa and Sofia.
Those two again? Working out after working out, i see.
Keeping an eye on them for now, he began to go through the various training and excersize equipment to look for something strong and sturdy... and he was a bit intrigued by the blunt swords he found in one of the lockers, but seeing Mato´s profession and the bosses swordfighting skills, that wasn´t so odd anymore.

The heavy bag was being abused, there was really no doubt about it. A combination of skilled breathing control and years of training allowed her throw out several techniques in rapid succession, giving a clear enough picture to where little would need to be said to describe what it would look like if the bag was replaced with an actual person. Her alone time, however, was all but gone as Alisa entered. That didn't take long. she thought, waiting to answer her questions until she finished another round.

It seemed like her new acquaintance didn't feel like working on her guns as she said she did, which was a bit odd considering how skilled and obsessed she was at it. After throwing another kick into the side of the bag that made it swing violently, Sofia turned to face Alisa, allowing her to see Ben out of the corner of her eye.

"I do, when I have time for it. I'd get rusty if I didn't. What about you?"

Alisa watched Sofia unleash another powerful string of strikes. If the bag had been a human she was sure that they'd be long dead by now. It was obvious by the way Sofia struck the bag without thought or hesitation that she'd be training for many years in her art. It made Alisa feel so insignificant in comparison. Here was Sofia a trained Special Forces Operator from the renowned Mossad. And Alisa was just a former competition shooter and street cop.

"I need to...I'm not a very skilled hand to hand combatant I need to keep the little skill I do have and work on it." Alisa said shrugging. "I learn from a few of the other Geese when I can some of them are former military like the French Foreign Legion and such so they can help me refine my CQC skills." Alisa said approaching one of the bags and throwing a few basic jabs at it. "Plus it helps to blow of steam take the ease of work off my shoulders..." Alisa said.

In the end, Ben found himself playing with one of the swords afterall, swinging it left and right, and quickly noticing he had no talent for this. Mato made this look so easy.
Hmm, Mato.
"Oh, so you wanna try the old hack n`slash way, huh?" He imitiated Mato`s voice with a grin. "Well i`m up for a sparring match anytime- but i like the stakes set high, so how about when you beat me you can fu-"
Blinking and blushing red, he quickly tossed the sword back into the locker and closed it, wondering where the hell that thought came from. He really outta lay off the visual novels these days.

Along wooden rifles for training, a wide array of other blunt weapons and faux armor to practice fighting in heavy equipment, he finally came across something that looked solid- a punching bag that was hung up on not one, but four chains, on a solid steel gallow, and by the feeling of it the whole thing was filled with metal dust rather than sand. On the side was a warning to use this at their own risk, and that alone made him feel uneasy... maybe he should save that one for later...

That was something she didn't expect to hear from an ex-GSG-9 member, causing Sofia to quirk a questioning brow with her hand finding a place on her hip. Admittedly, the GSG-9 weren't anything overly impressive, but they were comparable to Israel's Yamam or the United States' S.W.A.T Officers, famed as an elite counter-terrorism and special operations unit of the German Federal Police; far from anything ordinary. The fact that one of their previous members was acting in such a way was rather unappealing.

"You're downplaying yourself far too much. Only one in five pass the GSG-9 training course, that's impressive considering how harsh it can get, so I'm sure they hammered a bit more than a "little" close-quarters skill into that redhead of yours."

Sofia threw a glance over her shoulder toward the heavy mats on the floor that were often used for sparring, using her thumb to point to them. If Alisa had as much talent as the Mossad thought, then there shouldn't be much of a difference on the mats. A sniper might be trained to take their targets out from distances far exceeding the reach of any immediate retaliation, but they weren't slacking in their close-quarters skill.

"I don't like when people sell themselves short, so if you're so unsure of your close-quarters abilities then I'm going to have to fix that. Come over to the mats, I'll teach you some basics of 'Jew-jitsu'."

Sofia turned, removing her sidearm and its holster from her hip as she did, placing it on the bench her jacket was draped over before removing her boots. Really wasn't advised to keep them on as long as she did, but she really didn't care since it simulated realism; a real fight didn't allow you to get perfectly set up after all. Placing her boots neatly side-by-side under the bench, she made her way to the mats, her hands, still clad in their green fingerless gloves, once again finding a place on her hips.

It didn't take a rocket scientist to know what Sofia wanted from her. She listened to her verbally lash her for her poor self esteem but Alisa couldn't really help it. She'd trained with the GSG-9 for a short time before her recruitment had been snubbed on the grounds of gender. The thought of that time made her blood boil she'd passed all the tests with flying colors but the simple fact of her being a woman automatically made her unfit for duty. She'd remembered screaming her lungs out at the GSG-9 Training Officer only to be escorted from the area for improper conduct.

She kept silent as she removed her sneakers and stepped onto the mat she'd listened to Sofia's words closely and each one struck a different chord within her. Most of it was guilt that she'd let herself fall into such a pit of self pity and depression. Part of it was slight defiance it wanted to continue feeling sorry for herself at not making it into the GSG-9. She took a deep breath as she stepped onto the mat hoping she wasn't going to regret stepping onto it with a Mossad Operative.

She stood across from Sofia and got into a basic Judo stance. She tapped a finger against her temple "Alright then try and fix me Sofia." Alisa said smirking. She felt a bit outmatched but she had no intention of lying down and just giving up.

Enter from communications room
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Karak had been silently stalking through the mansion from place to place before he had the woman tracked down. Apparently 'keeping things in shape', at least that's what he had assumed when he had been told by the geese with the rather indifferent expression. He had raised an eyebrow but had said nothing on the matter. He rounded the last corner to the gym when he came face to face with a group of geese taking turns at looking through the keyhole and other various ways of trying to get a look in the gym with all the subtlety of a group of mercenaries filled with testosterone. Karak sighed and rolled his eyes, he would obviously have to wait in line to talk to Sofia. So he gave up, knowing the outcome if he tried bulling his way past and put his back to the wall and waited with his arms crossed.
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ooc-btw leave me out of the posting order

Finally deciding to watch the two fight for a while as he might learn something... or a lot, Ben sighed a bit and sat down on a bench, eying over to the two women- one getting into a judo stance while the other just placed her hands on her hips- an earth stance from the Ninjutsu? No, more like "Come and get it" from a street brawl technique.
Seeing how Sofia had to take off her sidearm first, she wondered why she had brought it into the gym in the first place- its not like they chould shoot anything in here, right? Well, maybe for practicing disarming technigues.

Watching the two from a distance, his mind wandered off a bit.

"Try"? Oh, that was just adorable, enough to earn a smirk in response. There would be no trying here, it would be done. Sofia looked Alisa up and down, examining her body and her current stance with a keen, analytical gaze - as well as taking in the other beneficial features of her friend wearing nothing but a sports bra and gym shorts. Judo was a rather interesting style but it was too soft for her taste, not quick or precise enough to do anything in her eyes. Krav Maga, on the other hand, was something that emphasized on ending a fight as quickly and efficiently as possible; and that would be lesson one.

Standing with her feet shoulder width apart in the "neutral" stance, she slid her dominant right leg back about eight inches, resting the back leg on her toes so a bend in the knee was made. Then, she lifted her hands, keeping her elbows in to complete the stance, her face taking on an expression void of emotion. She contemplated dragging it out for a longer lesson or simply dropping the redhead on the mat below, but a drawn out session would allow her to absorb more from the lesson than a quick swipe n' drop, so she'd wait for her to make the first move.

"Whenever you're ready, Alisa."

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Heres a reference for Sofia's current stance.

The moment Sofia slid into her stance Alisa felt slightly intimidated. Sofia's face was void of emotion almost as if she wouldn't hesitate for a moment to kill her. Alisa bit her lip steeling herself as she observed Sofia's stance and focused less on the intimidation she felt from her expression. The stance was a bit unfamiliar to her but she had no doubt that Sofia knew how to use it well judging from the way she pummeled that heavy bag. It was only then she noticed that Sofia hadn't made any move to attack her this made Alisa even more uncomfortable as Judo was more a defensive style in her case.

She took a deep breath before sliding her feet across the mat not wanting to lift her feet to give her opponent and opportunity to ruin her balance. She approached cautiously finding herself diverting her gaze in between Sofia's hands and feet wondering which limb the first strike would come from. "What the hell did I get myself into?" Alisa thought before she sent her first jab straight towards Sofia's chest. In her mind this was just a practice fight she had no idea how serious a match Sofia had in mind.

Alisa was being cautious, obviously seen by the way she slid herself forward. Smart on her part, she knew better than to run into an opposing body, but she was moving too slowly. Caution was one thing, but being hesitant or afraid of confronting an attacker wasn't a good trait to have. Not only did it allow the person attacking to take their sweet time in deciding what they were going to do, but it also gave them the advantage of the person already being in an unsure state.

That's got to go...

Sofia had time to take in a bit more of the sights as well as plan what she was going to do by the time Alisa inched within range for the jab. The jab that was sent for her chest was immediately swatted away and to the side with Sofia's left hand, right away sliding her left foot forward to step in while as she brought her right fist toward Alisa's face - aiming to hit her in the cheek with more than enough force to be considered a "love-tap", just to show her how serious this spar was. She was trying to teach her something, after all. You didn't get better with soft crap.

The next moments seemed to go by in fast forward as she saw her fist be swatted away like a person swatting away a fly. The next move caught her off guard as she felt Sofia's fist impact with her cheek causing her to stumble back a few steps. She stumbled over her feet falling back onto her bottom rubbing her cheek. She scowled as she spit a bit of blood out of her mouth her cheek had been cut by one of her teeth when Sofia's fist had hit her filling her mouth with a disgusting metallic taste. She quickly got to her feet and shifted back into her Judo stance.

She took a deep breath to steady herself before moving forward again still cautious but also prepared this time for what may becoming. Her feeling of intimidation had diminished and formed into a sense of bitterness. She'd been diverted and struck down so easily and had not intention of allowing it to happen once more. Taking a step forward she launched a right hook at Sofia's face seeking to return the favor done to her.

Sofia watched with an eyebrow raised as the redhead went down, apparently having bit the inside of her cheek from the impact. That seemed to have gotten the message across without even speaking a word, but to be perfectly honest she didn't expect it to connect so easily. Alisa was in more need of training than she had originally thought, but luckily it served the purpose of getting the redhead into the proper mood for the situation; she wasn't hesitating anymore so maybe this could get a bit fun.


"You have more than one arm, use them both in conjunction with each other. Immediately counter attack if you see an opening." Stepping forward again the moment Alisa did to get inside her guard, the strike was blocked by Sofia's forearm as it came up against the inside of Alisa's arm while Sofia's other hand, now formed into a fist, was sent flying toward her stomach. Simplistic was always effective and efficient if you had the right training, something she was going to try and teach her new redheaded partner by the end of all this.

Alisa grunted as Sofia's fist impacted her stomach hard however as per her training in Judo she avoided doubling over. Doing so would leave her open to a knee strike to the head something she wasn't looking forward to experiencing. Taking a few quick steps back she raised her hands again retaking her Judo stance wincing as her stomach throbbed with pain. Biting her lip she took what Sofia had said into mind before moving forward once more and throwing a left hook and a right jab in quick succession before striking at Sofia with her leg sending a front kick to make some distance between herself and Sofia.

She kept her mind focused this time mentally preparing herself to counter or react to any counter attack Sofia might make. Her body tense waiting to see what would Sofia do in reaction to her most recent attack.

It was good to see she was listening and changing up her style, god knew she needed the advice. Throwing single jabs without a follow up was a horrible way to defend yourself, and an easy ticket to a hospital bed. Something was being thrown at her other than a single, easily avoidable jab, but it was still a bit sloppy. Regardless, this was getting a bit fun; It had been a while since she'd had a sparring partner, let alone one willing to take advice. However, she was about to show Alisa why Judo was otherwise inferior and that in Krav Maga, anything was allowed, regardless of what it was. Readying herself and bending her knees, she waited for Alisa to move on the attack again. Usually the Israeli Martial art she was using favored preemptive attacks, but that would be saved for another lesson.

The strikes Alisa tossed out were dodged easily enough, forcing Sofia to take a step back for each one and lean out of the way, narrowly avoid them before she noticed Alisa's foot coming up. Now was the time to demonstrate. Ducking down and to the side, Sofia let the leg come up over her right shoulder before she took a step inward, her right hand coming up to push against underside of Alisa's partially exposed thigh. At the same moment she did this, her other hand flew toward Alisa's chest in a slashing motion - now holding the knife that was still on the back of her waist - in an attempt to cut open the top part of her training bra. Hopefully it would gain Alisa's attention long enough, if it succeeded, for Sofia to push forward and topple her fellow sniper down to the mat.

Alisa had been prepared for many things a kick or an elbow strike perhaps but what she was not prepared for was a knife coming into play. As she fell backwards she angled her torso back a bit feeling the blade of the knife cut the top of her sports bra open causing it to fall. Gasping she quickly reached to hold the garment up to her chest. The movement had come so fast she barely noticed her own attack being used against her as she fell to the floor with Sofia lying atop her. Alisa had one hand holding up the ruined garment to her chest while the other was up placing her forearm against Sofia's neck as if to hold her back. However in her disadvantageous position she dropped the arm as it would be of no help to her anymore.

"I think it's safe to say you win..." Alisa said staring up at Sofia. Alisa directed her gaze away not wanting to meet her fellow sniper's eyes mainly out of shame for being defeated so easily. She'd admit she admired the skill that Sofia possessed in comparison to her own.

Now having mounted herself on the redheads stomach to pin her, Sofia leaned over Alisa as she stabbed the knife into mat beside her; the now empty hand finding a brace against Alisa's abs. Normally, in a real fight, this would be the part where she either drove her thumbs into the persons eyes or just beat them until they stopped moving, but luckily this was just practice. Not to mention Alisa had something other people in her current situation didn't; she had Sofia's attention in more ways than one. Whether it was her personality, her looks, skill set, or just a natural attraction or all of the above was unknown to the sniper, but Sofia did did feel a slight pull toward her.

She quirked a brow in response to what Alisa said. Win? Sofia really wasn't looking to win anything considering she didn't see sparing as a game, so that was an odd way of putting it, but if that was the way Alisa saw it then she might toy around with the idea a little. "You can't "win," you just learn and get better. However..." Sofia paused, placing a hand on her chin to turn her fellow snipers head so she could look directly into her eyes while slowly lowering herself to bring her face closer to Alisa's.
אם אני מנצח אז זה אומר שאני יכול לקחת את הפרס, נכון?"

Switching to her native speech in a soft tone, she was fairly certain her German companion had no idea what she said, but that didn't stop her as she closed the short distance to touch their lips together. Sofia felt an attachment and she was going to act on it, regardless of how abrupt and sudden it seemed; forgetting about everything else in the room.
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OOC: Translation! "If I win then that means I can take a prize, right?"

Alisa's eyes widened as the blade was embedded in the mat next to her head. For a moment she thought Sofia would continue her assault but instead she found herself face to face with the beautiful Israeli who'd managed to defeat herself so easily. She looked into Sofia's eyes listening to her speak more words of wisdom to her. Alisa took a mental note of this with a sigh. She still had much to learn before she reached Sofia's level of skill. It took a moment for her to notice that Sofia had not moved to stand up her gaze was once again turned to meet Sofia's as Sofia gripped her chin turning her head.

She blushed as Sofia brought her face closer her eyes never leaving hers. "Sofia w-" She gasped as she heard Sofia speak softly in Hebrew to her. The next few moments came in slow motion to her as she felt Sofia's lips descend upon hers at first she sat frozen. Her lack of reaction didn't last long however as she closed her eyes finding herself returning the kiss. She wouldn't lie she'd felt a certain measure of attraction toward Sofia. It had begun as Admiration. Admiration that Sofia had achieved something that Alisa hadn't been able to. But it had grown from that into attraction she couldn't explain until now.

He had only been waiting for a few moments before the door that had apparently not been closed properly, or had been opened a crack to see through, swung inward and two or three mercs fell face first into the floor. The inside of the gym was eerily quiet, he could hear three other sets of breathing inside but that was about all. Karak could have sworn he heard training or some such coming from inside before, but now all was quiet. He decided from first glance at the other mercs that hadn't fallen face first, that Karak didn't want to get caught up in all this, their expressions and their previous attempts at spying told all to him. Tanasi merely kept his state of posture and waited...

"Holy... what... whaa...?!"
Ben`s mouth was wide agape, and the image he saw made his body shiver. Just now, they spent a good ten minutes beating each other up, a knife was drawn, and then... they kissed, not a friendly one either, like between girls, but something passionate- he thought Vampires got off when they were violent, but human beings?
Maybe the two weren`t so human afterall. He suspected as much when he saw what they did to the spy.
Still. Hot. Hot. Hothothothothot.
Ben couldn´t find the strength to close his mouth, and his palms felt sweaty- leaving was impossible right now.

Sofia's full, undivided attention had been stolen by the redhead pinned beneath her, now pressing her body firmly against Alisa's with the fingers of her free hand intertwining with Alisa's to keep it pinned against the mat, all interest she held in her surroundings melted away as their lips finally touched; her eyes closed to fully embrace the moment with a light blush spread across her cheeks.

The metallic taste of blood soaked into her tongue as it was left to explore, Sofia's other hand moving to Alisa's cheek in order to saver the moment. It was a taste she was intimately familiar with, just as anyone who had ever suffered a busted lip would be, and while she wasn't truly fond of the taste, it didn't bother her. In fact, the metallic taste wasn't the one she was focused on. So if anyone thought that such a thing would make the Israeli pull away from her prize for "winning" then they were sorely mistaken; she was going to take as much as she could for as long as she could.

The enjoyment was broken, however, much to her annoyance, as the door to the gym fell open; a group of Geese falling to a pile on the floor in an almost comical fashion. Being forced to come back into the reality of the gym around her, Sofia slowly pulled herself away from her companion while using her thumb to wipe her lips of anything excess that might've been left over as she straddled the redheads lower midsection.

It seemed they had gained quite the audience during their short moment of intimacy; whether or not the mercs were there before or after it began was something she didn't know, but either way the timing of their entrance was horrible. It wasn't a surprise to see Ben slack jawed by the incident either considering how he was.

Guess this is was her own fault for starting this out in the open.  

"בחיאת, החברה של כל הזמנים...?" was all she mumbled under her breath.

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Goddammit, now of all times...? < Translation

Alisa was to caught up in the intimacy being shared between her and her fellow sniper. She wasn't even sure if that's all they were now. Were they just fellow soldiers or were they more now? Alisa felt Sofia's lips leave hers causing her to open her eyes wondering what had drawn Sofia's attention away. She looked over toward the door to see a pile of Wild Geese Mercenaries staring in awe at them a good number of them sporting nose bleeds from the spectacle in front of them. Alisa normally would have been furious likely be threatening the whole lot of them with a hatchet but for some reason she couldn't find it in herself to do so. Her next movement actually surprised her.

As if on auto-pilot she intertwined her fingers into Sofia's hair and pulled the woman's lips back down to her's reengaging the kiss. Finally her mind seemed to register what she just saw as she quickly pulled away her eyes wide before turning towards the awe struck group of mercs at the door. Her eyes narrowed dangerously as she glared at the men. All the men visibly flinched before scrabbling to get out of the pile they were in. Their attempts to escape were panicked as they were not willing to experience the wrath of the Mossad and Ex-GSG-9 operative.

Another language was heard from inside, as if maybe embarrassment, but that was lost as Karak heard the intimacy going on inside the gym. Making blood rush to his cheeks, his stern look he threw at the door and the scurrying mercs was just an attempt to cover up his reaction. He didn't really care for whatever had happened, but he certainly didn't want to hear all about it! Karak crossed his arms and waited for the mercs to slowly disappear one by one, a few sporting bruises from smacking face first into the floor, other nose bleeds for various reasons. Not like he knew what the language was, he knew that it was the sniper that had spoke though, knowing only a few people within these walls that were bi-lingual and the like. The female being one of them, the tone on the voice being easy to pick apart from gender. Just a few more moments to let them finish their business...

Holy shit they were kissing again.

Jumping up in surprise, Ben noticed the piles of Wild Geese mercenaries who just happened to stand right in front of the door, watching them... wasn´t HE supposed to be the cherry boy, the laughing stock of the organization because he couldn`t get a girl? What the hell were they doing now?

"Guys what the hell?! Give them some privacy!" He shouted out towards them, seriously pissed off. He would`ve probably given off a warning shot if he had his gun with him, but either way that would`ve been a really bad idea because of the large open area and its echo.
Karak took care of it, either way, by punching one in the face- yeah he should`ve thought of that. Violence seemed to be the only language those guys understood.
Then it came to him that he was doing the same thing they did- peek on them. Not intentionally, he just wanted to watch them fight, but now he was doing something completely different.
Blushing a bit, he started to make his way to the door to give them some alone time.
"Uhm, i´ll be going now too, Sofia, Alisa... nevermind me. I won´t tell anyone, i promise!"

Respecting the personal space of his coworkers was important, after all, they would be the ones guarding his back on a mission and they needed to trust each other... on the other hand, he just didn´t want to get mauled by either one of them if they found out he saw them... being blissfully unaware that they simply don´t care about anyone at this point.

The moment was ruined, the intimacy that the two of them had shown was turned into something of an unintended show for a group of bumbling idiots and now, much to her displeasure, the blissful silence they had immersed themselves in, that sweet silence in which she could lose herself, was all but gone. The sidelong glare she was giving the group gave hints as to what she was thinking. How easy it would be to simply toss her knife into the masses and watch one of them drop, not from a fatal wound, she couldn't afford to do that, but a blade piercing the lower spine would make for a fitting end and get the message across. It was an idea she tossed around in her mind many times during the commotion.

The thought was interrupted - thankfully - when she felt Alisa's fingers intertwine with locks of her black hair and grab hold, pulling her back down to re-instigate the kiss. She didn't expect it, but she didn't oppose it either, she liked these kinds of surprises, but much to her disappointment it didn't last long. Alisa pulled away and turned her attention back toward the Geese who were still leaving the room and a sigh escaped Sofia's lips. Maybe this wasn't the best place to start something along those lines, and now the moment was gone. Apparently a few more minutes was too much to ask for, but she'd be more careful next time, she'd choose a more secluded area.

Margeez...

Sofia placed a finger on Alisa's cheek and forced her to face her again.

"Ra‘yāh, the moments gone. We should stop...for now." Sofia paused a moment before lowering herself down beside the redhead, moving her lips a hairsbreadth away from her ear as her hand traced along her stomach. "ואז לא תהיינה שום הפרעות."

She kissed the redhead on the cheek before sitting up, looking boredly over toward the door. "גבר עם אי אמון, we're done." She called out to Ben and whoever else was still in the hall as she rose to her feet. She stepped over to the bench where she'd tossed her green jacket and grabbed it. Alisa had more need of it than she did at the moment, Sofia did cut her training bra after all, so she casually tossed it toward her companion to wrap around herself - atleast until she could change.

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Translations

Margeez = (Annoying

Ra'yah = female companion, girlfriend.

The Hebrew sentence addressing Alisa = Then there will be no distractions.

The Hebrew she used in the sentence to address Ben means "man with no confidence"

Alisa sighed as her moment with Sofia was ruined she felt Sofia direct her face towards hers. She listened as she spoke the voice of the woman above her sounded like music to her ears now. She listened to Alisa speak in Hebrew again yet this time she understood she didn't need to know the language to know what she had said. As Sofia got up to leave she grit her teeth as the last member of the Geese fled the room. She felt something hit her in the chest and looked down to see Sofia's jacket in her lap. It was then she noticed that her Sport's bra was revealing quite a bit of her chest. She blushed and quickly wrapped the jacket around herself before standing.

She needed to get changed before the Geese began to think that they'd be getting a free peek show. "I'll see you later Sofia..." Alisa said approaching Sofia and kissing her on the cheek before leaving the room a blush spreading over her face.

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Karak heard every word, including the one that felt like screaming because the mercs were doing something other than sitting around like he or...it was. More Hebrew, he understood the tones and the accent but none of the words. Nor did he care, he'd heard what he needed to hear, that was that they were done. Watching the last couple of mercs disperse and yet another pet bloodsucker walk out of the room which was soon followed by Alisa, Karak finally started moving. Pushing off the wall, he moved swiftly past the goofball standing near the door and in through the door. He gave one quick glance around the room before he found Sofia, seemingly occupying herself over by the bench. He moved within a couple of metres from the girl, "Got something for you to look at agent Devorah". Karak held out a stupidly thin file containing what little information they knew about the vampire and where it might be going, and photos of the mess it had left as if seeing the bodies would enlighten her in any way as to how this thing fought.

The hallways echoed with footsteps as the Jewish lady entered the Gym, with her gym clothes tight hugging shorts and a plain white tee shirt she was ready to go on the treadmill. As she entered she paid no notice to what was going on with the others, she was merely here to try and get some cardio done. So with earphones put in and her mp3 put on the treadmill she started to run, this was a mechanical regime to her. She would do this for at least 2 hours then go on the rowing machines for a bit, before finishing it off with a bit of weight lifting.

It helped to stay in shape and Maia needed to make sure that she lost no stamina; she would go back to her coffin before dawn half dazed and tired. “It’s the price I pay for strength though,” she mumbled. Her legs pounded on the rubber band, it would take a few minutes to warm up then she could move onto a higher setting. But until then she kept it leisurely, there was no rush at the moment and she had time to enjoy the workout. She changed song, there wasn’t that many songs she liked but there was enough to give her choice.

Ben noticed Karak just then, talking to Sofia busines as ususal... his calm attitude was something desireable, that was for sure, Ben himself still couldn`t contain himself after seeing the two snipers making out like that, half the human forces standing outside the door, and Karak standing there as if nothing unususal was going on.
...maybe it was nothing unusual, who knew.
That might be why he saw one of their latest arrivals, Maia Jäckel, walz in and hop on the treadmill like nothing odd was going on.
"Oh dear lord, who art made in heaven, please make my life extremely normal in three, two, one.... damn you."
Well, she looked pretty busy, having plugged headphones in and going at it like a champion... he´d heard she was a vampire, just like him, but much older.. so most likely she could go at this for hours.

"Nevermind that." He told himself, and finally picked out one of those iron training swords he`d picked up earlier to fool around- he couldn´t get that out of his head, maybe he could try and train a new sort of weapon?
The heavy iron rod felt light in his hands, to Mato it must weigh a ton... but the girl looked like she could handle it.
Either way, he started to swing a little, rather clumsily, just trying out for now.

Her exercise was challenging but repetitive, and as her mind wandered she turned off her mp3. Yet as she glanced around and took the place in; Maia became aware of one of the other Vampires in Hellsing. He was a few decades younger than her yet due to her vampiric nature she appeared to be no more than a few years older, yet as she took him in the mercenary watched with growing frustration as she flailed about with the sword. He didn’t know what he was doing by the looks of things, and no-one was bothering to try and show him. She sighed as she stopped the machine and got off, he would need someone to at least show him the basics.

She cared little for people but she didn’t want to be working with people who were incompetent, so in the end thoughts of him possibly partnering her won out. “Hey boy, do you know what you’re doing with that thing?” her question was in her usually cold voice, so she went to the rack and got a training knife out. Throwing it to him the Jew addressed him again, except this time with more sternness to her voice. “Try using a knife instead, blades are too clumsy close up. Someone gets into your personal space and they’re fuckin’ useless, so try a knife instead they are far more useful for when up close and personal is a must.”

Ben blinked as he didn´t notice Maia stepping off of her trainer, he lowered the sword again and reminded himself not to try again so soon... maybe under supervision of Mato or Sir Hellsing, but not otherwise.
"Uh, actually i was just fooling around a little... I´ve got no idea how these work, and.."
She didn`t give him time to catch his breath, as she tossed the knife over to him he caught it, barely, looking at it for a second.
"Hey, thats not nice. Mato can do awesome things with a sword, i´ve seen her fight once." He retorted, but shrugged and tossed the training sword aside. "But you`re right i guess. I`d just end up cutting myself with that unwieldy thing...."
Of course he´d gotten some knife training, he even had one himself, but the way she was talking about it made it seem like she knew where she was coming from.
"Uhm, i know a bit of knife fighting, but.. maybe we could spar a little?" As Ben asked this, his eyes swayed off from her harsh ones, a little uneasy about the way she was gazing at him.

OOC: Karak and Sofia are moving into the halls.
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Sofia pulled her gloves taut on her hands after feeling them come a bit loose during her recent fun and flexed her fingers before retrieving her sidearm and holster from the bench before strapping it back on, then having slipped on her boots. She turned her attention toward the man who addressed her, someone she'd never encountered on the grounds before, though interestingly enough he didn't carry an idiotic look on his face like the rest of them did. He someone new, perhaps with the geese? Most likely, she guessed. Hopefully it wasn't another spy she'd have to deal with, she'd be sure to look into his background later.

Taking the file presented to her with a gloved hand, she flipped it open and skimmed what little information it contained. A vampire attack? In the manor? If that wasn't ironic then she didn't know what was, almost enough to make her want to laugh about it, but the fact that another person managed to get in undetected, kill two agents, and then just waltz out was not only distressing, but downright intolerable. This manor was supposed to be a secured facility with guards on rotation, how did shit like this keep happening? Sofia pinched the bridge of her nose with her free hand, sighing as she read over the last bit of it.

The members that were killed weren't really all that important, Benny was still rather new and Kitty...well, the use of a bow and arrow against vampires was downright idiotic, plain and simple, so it wasn't a surprise that this was the result. Flipping the file closed with a blank expression, she walks past Karak and toward the door. "Lets go, we'll talk on the way there."

First an Iscariot spy and now a rogue vampire, do we just leave our doors open now?"

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“I’d say I’m pretty good with a knife, just remember two rules. One: Never turn away from someone with a knife in battle, rule two: never do a stupid overhead stab. Do it nice and smooth by extending your arm, ok, now that’s over with come on,” She reached for a knife and immediately went on the offensive. The blunted blade danced in her hand as she ran forwards, it licked out at Ben as she went to get him in the forearm. In a real fight that would make him drop the knife but for now it was for demonstration purposes, she would make sure he knew how to use a knife before she left the Gym to go and rest.
“Don’t try and block with a knife, it’s not big enough to make that effective. But speed is the key, either dodge a thrust or get into someone’s personal space to stop them getting you before you get them in the heart. Try not to slash with it too much as well; it opens you up too much.” She paused every now and then but every time she saw a flaw she pointed it out.

Ben was attacked with a knife. The speed and precision of her slices was no joke, she was intent on doing what she was doing, even though she was explaining what she was doing to him.
His mind flipped a switch, and he stopped talking while he spent his time leaning out of the way of her slices, going in for a slice himself from time to time, but he was really just waiting for an opportunity....
There!
With his knee shooting up and out of nowhere, Ben struck her right in the belly, her sensitive solarplexus making her bend over- which he used to bring down his knife.
Just before it would penetrate her spine and disable her body, he stopped, smiling a bit.
"Here´s another rule- use your whole body, not just the arm you´re holding your weapon with. Toy around with the opponent for a while and then go in for a surprise attack. I learned that in the basic course. ....uhm, sorry if that hurt, i was probably getting a bit too serious... I`m... not really good at controlling my own strength."

Getting pushed down Maia doubled over; she grimaced as it was time for the next lesson. “Just remember this Ben, you don’t show mercy or stop before your opponent is on the ground. Otherwise they might do this,” she snarled, throwing herself forwards she spear thrusted the Vampire backwards. Landing on top of him she used her knees to try and stop his arms from moving; she eyed his jugular and smirked slightly.
“Just remember never show mercy, it’s for the weak and will get you killed my friend.” Getting up

she took her position again, gesturing for him to get up again. Still she rubbed her stomach slightly, she nodded approvingly at him. “Don’t hold back at all Ben, enemies won’t hold back in a real fight so neither should you. The training’s worthless otherwise,” she smirked gently as she rocked backwards and forwards. Sparring made her feel alive, she felt the wound bloom with pain yet it only added to the ecstasy it gave her.

Ben coughed as he got back up, the harsh handling of Maia reminded him what his own strike must´ve felt like. Still, what she told him made him feel dumbstruck.
"Show no mercy? So you´re saying it would`ve been okay to ram this knife into your spine back then?" He asked, rethorically, while twisting the knife in his hand into a backhand stance.
Gazing at her, the knife in his hand felt good, and he had a plan- She was standing right there, aiming to show him how to fight-
He ran up to her, he wanted to strike her, cut her head off in a single stroke- but instead he tripped, falling over onto his back...
Ah, that might work too.
Aiming at her legs, he kicked one of them away and as she fell, he brought his knife up to hit her square in the chest- where the heart would be.
....
Before they hit the ground, he thought he heard a crack, and a bit of blood from the grazing bruise he inflicted dripped down. It couldn´t have been deep, he didn´t use any force, just gravity, and the knife didn`t have a pointed tip... still, it made him feel bad once again for getting overboard.
Maia fell onto him, and as they hit the ground, he could feel, for the slightest second, the weight of her body on him.

A stunning sensation.

Maia landed on him, he had ingenuity but at the same time he didn’t have the killer instinct as of yet. “In just a normal sparring session don’t aim to kill or maim, but don’t pull punches or do anything for the opponent’s comfort. Maia got gritted her teeth, it had stopped bleeding after a few seconds. But had left a semi deep gouge to the upper right of just away from her heart, she took a second to take in what had just happened. “You have some fight in you for a whelp, you should be pleased boy. Just don’t let it get to your head,” she chuckled as she got up. It was time to repay the favour, waiting for him to get up and face her again Maia was pleased with how good he was. She wasn’t trying to teach someone unable to fight, that was always a good sign.

“On a slightly more serious note, don’t get used to me being on top of you.” She gave a wink, she knew fighting and it loosened her up to conversation. The geese were pussies for the most part and were downed like wheat before a scythe, but this one had some mettle. She just had to find that instinct to strike, of she honed it he could be a weapon to rival any other. Possibly even with the power to humble her, she grinned again. Showing her rows of white teeth and her pearly fangs, beckoning for him to try again she flexed gently putting her weight on her backfoot.

OOC-posting order? whats that?
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Karak tried to ignore the two bloodsuckers as both entered the room, but it was rather hard when it seemed as if they were goofing about. Especially when the male had gotten irritated with the geese for their behaviour. Despite what he felt like doing to both of them, he only had eyes and ears for Sofia. She seemed to take the information a lot better than he had expected, but then of course, he knew nothing about her right now other than that she was probably the best chance minus Alucard at hunting this thing down.

"Sure", was the only reply as Tanasi scanned the room briefly before walking at a brisk pace in tow.
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Exit into the halls

Karak Tanasi wrote:

OOC-posting order? whats that?

(OOC: Why should we wait for you two when none of our characters is interacting with neither Sofia nor Karak? Also, Ben had been there the whole time, he didn´t enter the gym just now.)

Although she praised him for doing a good job, Maia just got back up and asked for more. She´d already gotten a bloody shirt, what more did she want, a broken arm? He "killed" her twice now, with one kill inflicted on him. And then she just went ahead and said that, that he shouldn´t get used to having her on top of him, which caused him to blush furiously.

"Tha... that wasn`t... i mean i didn`t.... ugh.." He didn´t even try to finish his sentence, he just couldn´t find words right now. Hell, he probably couldn´t even concentrate... but it seemed like je would have to, if she wanted more.
Alright, one more.
Getting into a stance, he focused her with his eyes, steeled his spirit, and... he waited for her attack instead, flipping and turning the knife in his hand to piss her off.

Maia felt a loom of laughter at his response to her words, but quelling it she got ready to go at it again. Sparring was good yet for some reason she was sluggish today, this boy had her moving slightly slower than normal for some reason. Yet it could have something o do with trying to teach and fight, at least she could blame it on that. Yet as he twiddled about with his knife she kept a firm repose, there was no point in charging in just yet. That was the whole point of what he was doing, he was smarter than she had first given him credit for.
“Don’t spend too much time playing with an opponent, someone who’s angry is unpredictable and anger is a powerful thing.”

She left it like that for now; she wiped away the blood and decided that the shirt would have to go later. But she’d just have to put up with the ruined thing for the time being, licking her lips she waited for an opening. The charged, ducking just before she reached her opponent her foot span out across the floor to knock his feet out from underneath him.

Charging, ducking, knocking him over- he´d seen that before just now.
And thanks to being focused and concentrated, he simply jumped over her, landing on the other side with a smile and turning to her.
"That was nice, but where`s the attack? He teased, twirling the "blade" around his hand.
Someone who was angry was unpredictable, yes, but when people get mad, they make mistakes.
Mistakes like blindly charging into him to try and hit him, something he was personally waiting for-although he knew teasing her too much might be bad for him too.

She felt a pang of annoyance hit her core now; this was getting on her nerves. No-one played with her temper and if they did it usually ended badly, but the boy was doing it without worry and that was the more frustrating thing. So using the leg she had kicked with she pushed off of the floor, she jumped up to face him eye to eye, toe to toe. Her hand shot out to grab the wrist of his knife hand, her knee went straight up twice in succession to try and get him in the stomach.

“Don’t play with my temper whelp, I have no patience for those that try and take me for a game of silly buggers.”

Now thats where he wanted her- boiling with anger and making a reckless move.
He pulled the knife hand behind his back, out of her reach, and sidestepped, his left gripping around her blade and pulling it downwards- out of her hand. Just for good measure, as he turned to her back, the tip of his own knife came rushing forward to poke her in the back, roughly in the spot where her heart would be to make the move count. By the time he`d turned around all the way, he grinned back at her, holding a knife in each hand, twirling them with a grin.
"Well, uhm, i suppose you gotta take that silly, unwieldy sword thats next to you, afterall."
He pointed to the training sword he had tossed away, which was nearby where she was standing, while he played around with his own blades.

Maia span around in a slight daze feeling her temper rise, she wasn’t sure why she had been holding back but at the same time she felt like it was time to cut loose. It was one thing to win and be happy, but another to gloat and be a prick about it. She gritted her teeth, rather than going for the sword her hand went straight for Ben’s throat. Taking a firm grip (but not enough to put him in discomfort,) she got up close and raised her fist.
“Don’t get cocky kid, sure be happy if you’re winning but don’t take liberties or start gloating. Otherwise I might just start taking things personally,” her temper seethed and she was struggling to stop it from boiling over. Throwing Ben back onto the floor her right eye twitched, it was his move.

It was probably showing that Ben was getting batshit scared for a second there, but as he was thrown onto the floor, rolling over and getting back up, he had a smirk on his face.
"Now you`re getting serious. Lets make this round actually count for something, alright?"
She was still unarmed, having refused to pick up the sword, so this might be quite interesting. With a sword she could probably just smash both of his blades in two, ending the fight right there, but like this...
He started rapidly, rushing towards her with both blades in hand, but instead of using them, he jumped shortly before reaching her and straightened his leg for a kick to her chest. A soft matress was positioned behind her, otherwise he wouldn´t do this, but it might hurt when the hit connected.

Maia caught the kick with a wicked grin on her face; her right elbow went straight down onto the back of his lower leg as she twisted it. Maia had him now; she felt her anger become replaced with vindication at the thought. She swept up his leg to knock him down before jumping onto his stomach knees first, her hands went out to pin his hands down and she loomed over his face with her fangs bared. Then she chuckled lightly, Maia looked into his eyes.

“This has been fun rookie, what’s the prize if this counts for something? How about a taste of your red stuff eh?” she said with an evil look in her eyes, she could take a drink from him now but she waited. It would be rude to take advantage of him while he couldn’t defend himself, but he’d deserve as much for his earlier comments.
“On second thoughts, just count yourself lucky that I’m such a nice person” she stated getting up, she didn’t feel thirsty and she’d roughed him up enough.

“Whelp, meet me here again in around two hours. Rest a little, I’ll show you a little more about fighting with your hand”

Ben grimaced, grinning in pain one could say, as Maia released him from a rough tortureous counter.
And then, he stabbed her with both knives in the chest- well, stabbed, more like poked.
"You let your guard down.. don´t show your enemy mercy, right? You just told me that."
With that he crawled back, dragging his leg a bit, before- he was a bit shivering when he did this- cracking it back into its joint with a short scream.
It was working again, though he could swear his eyes were tearing up. He looked away, not wanting to cry in front of her, as he unsteadily got back up.
"Two hours... feels like i could rest for two days, but okay. Try.. uhm, try not to kill me in two hours, if you can. I`m trying to live a while longer. "

“That’s right, mercy and weakness are unnecessary qualities. To reach your full potential you need to become strong, you must be able to slay an enemy no matter who it is without a second thought. Punish weakness,” she spoke, the pokes to the chest weren’t much against her firm chest. She got up and gave him a begrudging nod, his words confirmed something she had guessed; he still had some fear of death. Without that could anyone truly live, a lack of fear took away the excitement and the edge it gave you.

“Remember this if anything, don’t let go of the fear. Don’t purge it from you but keep it in your heart, control it and you gain a greater edge over anyone who is unafraid. Without the fear you grow careless,” she gave the last sermon to him before stepping out. She was going to go get a drink and relax for a while, maybe challenge some of the geese to a fist fight to blow off some steam.