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Posted. If I'm being too OP, just let me know. :D
Emmett had barely enough time to register that his swing had missed, and the next thing he knew, he felt a light tap at his stomach. Glancing downwards, he took note of how he probably would have the wind knocked out of him if Iris hadn't stopped at the last second. The adrenaline was starting to kick in, and it gave him that buzz he always got during a fight. Carelessly brushing a stray lock of curly hair out of his eyes, he lightly thumped chest twice with his fists. It was a little ritual that carried over from his MMA days, something to settle the nerves.
"Watch for easy access points when fighting someone smaller. My right side is weaker so if instead of trying to block, I used my size to throw my own attack. "
Taking that into consideration, Emmett managed a counter. Opening his glove downwards so that his palm faced the ground, he caught the uppercut by pushing it down and to the right. He knew that he was now susceptible to even more blows to the head, he quickly rotated inwards and directed a straight jab at Iris's face.
"Watch for easy access points when fighting someone smaller. My right side is weaker so if instead of trying to block, I used my size to throw my own attack. "
Taking that into consideration, Emmett managed a counter. Opening his glove downwards so that his palm faced the ground, he caught the uppercut by pushing it down and to the right. He knew that he was now susceptible to even more blows to the head, he quickly rotated inwards and directed a straight jab at Iris's face.
Emmett nodded attentively as he listened, he welcomed the feedback. The way he saw it, every tip he got from from these veterans got him that much closer to being what he've always wanted to be. If he could squeeze the military knowledge out of their brains with his bare hands and suck on that sweet, sweet nectar, he would. Not that he'd ever tell them that in precisely those terms. That'd be weird.
(But accurate.)
Taking the kickboxing gloves from Iris, the Oklahoman fiddled around with it. If they kind of match they were going to have was kickboxing, then he seemed to have an advantage. Having been in about a dozen professional matches, what Emmett had was first-hand experience. His opponents never went down easy but he didn't really expect any less from them. Slipping the gloves onto his hands, he wriggled his fingers around a little bit, and the familiar sensation brought a small grin to his face. It was gonna be good to get back in the saddle again. As he received the final set of instructions from Iris, Emmett did a few quick exercises to get ready.
"And I promise no cheap nut shots if you swear not to break me, I'm a little sore today."
"You got it." Emmett laughed, rearranging his limbs into a battle-ready stance which mirrored Iris's own. Legs apart and and arms up to protect the face. Since the other told him to make the first move, he took a short moment to calculate the best course of action. Deciding to bank on his strong point -- strikes, he let loose a left hook, like he always did.
(But accurate.)
Taking the kickboxing gloves from Iris, the Oklahoman fiddled around with it. If they kind of match they were going to have was kickboxing, then he seemed to have an advantage. Having been in about a dozen professional matches, what Emmett had was first-hand experience. His opponents never went down easy but he didn't really expect any less from them. Slipping the gloves onto his hands, he wriggled his fingers around a little bit, and the familiar sensation brought a small grin to his face. It was gonna be good to get back in the saddle again. As he received the final set of instructions from Iris, Emmett did a few quick exercises to get ready.
"And I promise no cheap nut shots if you swear not to break me, I'm a little sore today."
"You got it." Emmett laughed, rearranging his limbs into a battle-ready stance which mirrored Iris's own. Legs apart and and arms up to protect the face. Since the other told him to make the first move, he took a short moment to calculate the best course of action. Deciding to bank on his strong point -- strikes, he let loose a left hook, like he always did.
Aaand I'm gonna be hitting the hay. It's about 2:40 am where I live. I might be able to get another post up in the morning but no promises, I'm tired as heckie. x.x
Emmett simply nodded in agreement when Mako spoke to him about the basic training. Honestly, it was mostly because he didn't trust himself to speak, at the moment. "Star-struck" would probably the best word to be the best word to describe his current state. Pacing a few feet behind Mako, he soon found himself in the training room. His attention was immediately diverted to a young woman sitting along the benches at the side of the room. Emmett wasn't quite sure who she was, but he quickly found out from Mako. Apparently, she was going to be the one to decide whether he was fit to be a ranger or not.
Murmuring a quick thanks to Mako, Emmett made his way over to where the young lady from before now stood. When he got a closer look at her, he was more than a little surprised. If he had to guess, he'd wager that she was no older than Mako Mori herself. He managed to mask his surprise, however, and kept a neutral expression as they went through the customary introductions. Quickly taking off his shoes when instructed to, Emmett took a step forward.
All of a sudden, his arms were lifted and just as quickly dropped again. Chancing a quick glance over his shoulder, he watched as Iris circled him. Her eyes were scrutinising and Emmett couldn't help but feel a bit awkward. But this wasn't anything he was a stranger to. Back in his MMA days, his manager seemed to find a sick pleasure in screaming at him about how he wasn't bulking up enough after giving him a once-over much like this. Fixing his gaze straight ahead of him, he stayed like that until she was done with her inspection.
"I need you to tell me why you want to be a Ranger. Convince me with words that you have what it takes..."
Emmett wasn't really expecting there to be an interview portion to this, and he'd never been the most eloquent, either. A few moments passed as he thought up what he hoped was a good answer. And if it didn't get him in as a ranger, well... at least he did his best.
"Honestly? I guess I've just always wanted to be important, y'know? I didn't wanna spend every single day of my life fixing cars back home." Emmett began, making some sort of vague gesture with his hand to get his point across. He had a feeling he probably wasn't phrasing it as well as he could've, but you didn't need a silver tongue to pilot a jaeger. There was a short pause before he continued. "And I still don't. So if becoming a ranger means I'll be able to save lives and make a difference, I'm up for it."
"I've worked on a few of the jaegers here." Emmett wasn't really the bragging kind, but it wasn't bragging if someone asks you, right? Soon, he began talking about his in-depth knowledge of machinery, and his eyes seemed to light up. He knew a lot about how the inner machinations of the jaegers worked and how to use them to his full advantage. Well, theoretically, at least. Apart from his engineering knowledge, he also mentioned his amateur MMA background. He never really got anywhere significant with it, but he had a good number of wins under his belt. Technique and execution were his strong points.
"And, tell me what you would eat in any given day."
At this point, the conversation topic quickly took a sharp, screeching turn. But Emmett supposed it was important what his meals usually consisted of, since good health was one of the most basic requirements of a jaeger pilot. Back when he was a younger, he didn't really have the resources to eat healthy. But his previous job at the LA Shatterdome paid a decent wage. He definitely had a lot of protein in his diet; meat, fish, eggs, stuff like that. All of those usually came in the form of an overstuffed sandwich. Rattling off the list of foods he usually ate, Emmett casually left out the fact that he wasn't a huge fan of any kind of vegetables. Though he does force himself to choke down a serving of leafy greens every now and then.
Murmuring a quick thanks to Mako, Emmett made his way over to where the young lady from before now stood. When he got a closer look at her, he was more than a little surprised. If he had to guess, he'd wager that she was no older than Mako Mori herself. He managed to mask his surprise, however, and kept a neutral expression as they went through the customary introductions. Quickly taking off his shoes when instructed to, Emmett took a step forward.
All of a sudden, his arms were lifted and just as quickly dropped again. Chancing a quick glance over his shoulder, he watched as Iris circled him. Her eyes were scrutinising and Emmett couldn't help but feel a bit awkward. But this wasn't anything he was a stranger to. Back in his MMA days, his manager seemed to find a sick pleasure in screaming at him about how he wasn't bulking up enough after giving him a once-over much like this. Fixing his gaze straight ahead of him, he stayed like that until she was done with her inspection.
"I need you to tell me why you want to be a Ranger. Convince me with words that you have what it takes..."
Emmett wasn't really expecting there to be an interview portion to this, and he'd never been the most eloquent, either. A few moments passed as he thought up what he hoped was a good answer. And if it didn't get him in as a ranger, well... at least he did his best.
"Honestly? I guess I've just always wanted to be important, y'know? I didn't wanna spend every single day of my life fixing cars back home." Emmett began, making some sort of vague gesture with his hand to get his point across. He had a feeling he probably wasn't phrasing it as well as he could've, but you didn't need a silver tongue to pilot a jaeger. There was a short pause before he continued. "And I still don't. So if becoming a ranger means I'll be able to save lives and make a difference, I'm up for it."
"I've worked on a few of the jaegers here." Emmett wasn't really the bragging kind, but it wasn't bragging if someone asks you, right? Soon, he began talking about his in-depth knowledge of machinery, and his eyes seemed to light up. He knew a lot about how the inner machinations of the jaegers worked and how to use them to his full advantage. Well, theoretically, at least. Apart from his engineering knowledge, he also mentioned his amateur MMA background. He never really got anywhere significant with it, but he had a good number of wins under his belt. Technique and execution were his strong points.
"And, tell me what you would eat in any given day."
At this point, the conversation topic quickly took a sharp, screeching turn. But Emmett supposed it was important what his meals usually consisted of, since good health was one of the most basic requirements of a jaeger pilot. Back when he was a younger, he didn't really have the resources to eat healthy. But his previous job at the LA Shatterdome paid a decent wage. He definitely had a lot of protein in his diet; meat, fish, eggs, stuff like that. All of those usually came in the form of an overstuffed sandwich. Rattling off the list of foods he usually ate, Emmett casually left out the fact that he wasn't a huge fan of any kind of vegetables. Though he does force himself to choke down a serving of leafy greens every now and then.
Posted, sorry for taking so long. I only just got home. :P
Growing up in a dusty old town in rural Oklahoma, the Hong Kong Shatterdome was the last place Emmett ever expected himself to be. The man was a mechanical whiz, even from an early age. From mastering Erector Sets to modifying toy cars, Emmett just had a knack for wires and parts. His family, unfortunately, had little money. The only hope he had of ever getting into MIT was through a scholarship, and that dream of his quickly dissipated when he got rejected.
Briefly attempting to make an MMA career for himself, Emmett earned his "Southpaw" nickname for his tendency to lead with his left, but walked away with little else.That was when the PPDC stepped in to scoop him up. Brilliant, unknown, and desperate to get out of where he was; the perfect recruit. Stationed at the Los Angeles Shatterdome as a Jaeger engineer in the J-Tech division, he spent a good couple of years there, until the Jaeger program was shut down by the government in favour of building an allegedly Kaiju-proof wall. Before he knew it, the only fully-functional Shatterdome left was the one in Hong Kong.
And that was how Emmett found himself here in this windowless 10-by-10 room, flopped over on a creaky, old bed. Suffice to say, his internal clock was pretty messed up from arriving just two days ago. Right as he was about to doze off, a knock at the door startled him awake. Sitting up, he quickly pushed himself off the mattress and strode the short distance over to the heavy metal door. Pulling it open, Emmett blinked at the sight before him. Despite the fact that he stood a whole head taller than the lady at his door, he was suddenly overcome with something akin to awe. Mako Mori was standing in front of him. The Mako Mori. He'd heard so much about her that it almost seemed surreal that he was now meeting her in real life.
Snapping himself out of a daze, he awkwardly cleared his throat and tried his hand at a greeting. "Ma'am."
Briefly attempting to make an MMA career for himself, Emmett earned his "Southpaw" nickname for his tendency to lead with his left, but walked away with little else.That was when the PPDC stepped in to scoop him up. Brilliant, unknown, and desperate to get out of where he was; the perfect recruit. Stationed at the Los Angeles Shatterdome as a Jaeger engineer in the J-Tech division, he spent a good couple of years there, until the Jaeger program was shut down by the government in favour of building an allegedly Kaiju-proof wall. Before he knew it, the only fully-functional Shatterdome left was the one in Hong Kong.
And that was how Emmett found himself here in this windowless 10-by-10 room, flopped over on a creaky, old bed. Suffice to say, his internal clock was pretty messed up from arriving just two days ago. Right as he was about to doze off, a knock at the door startled him awake. Sitting up, he quickly pushed himself off the mattress and strode the short distance over to the heavy metal door. Pulling it open, Emmett blinked at the sight before him. Despite the fact that he stood a whole head taller than the lady at his door, he was suddenly overcome with something akin to awe. Mako Mori was standing in front of him. The Mako Mori. He'd heard so much about her that it almost seemed surreal that he was now meeting her in real life.
Snapping himself out of a daze, he awkwardly cleared his throat and tried his hand at a greeting. "Ma'am."
May I join? :D
Name: Emmett Hauser
Age: 25
Weight: 170 lbs
Height: 6'0"
Gender: Male
Country of Origin: United States Of America
Name: Emmett Hauser
Age: 25
Weight: 170 lbs
Height: 6'0"
Gender: Male
Country of Origin: United States Of America
Okay, I gotta go to bed. Have to wake up in the morning for school tomorrow. And I'll probably be in school for nearly the entire day so feel free to push Billy around as you see fit, I guess? I'll try to post when I can, but it won't be soon. :U
philp123 said
Phloem it hasn't actually started yet.
Really? Because what I gathered from Seravee's post was that it has started. But I could be wrong. :x
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