#I think one of my favorite things to write is the dialouge between Crow and Holger

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Baby Steps

Rematch time! Place your bets.

Phase 1: Part 4

Word Count: (About) 1,280

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"You. Me. Rematch. Tonight."

"No."

"...Tomorrow night?"

"Fine."

With that, Crow leaves to his room for some much needed rest. He could only think about what Holger said about him steadying his emotions. Is he really going to take his words to heart? Why should he? Maybe because it's been a long while since he's had his ass handed to him. Or maybe it's because even though Holger won, he wasn't boastful about it like he would of been? Or could it even be that Holger actually gave him another shot to prove himself? What does Holger gain from all of this anyways? He doesn't even seem to like him, or well, most people.

All these questions were stopping him from gaining any type of rest. So he decided to make use of this time and train instead. He remembered seeing a gym type area when he got lost looking for his Uncle's office, guess it wouldn't hurt to practice 'steadying his emotions' there.

Why does he have to make things difficult, not only for himself, but for others as well? Holger was trying to come to terms with this new assignment he pretty much gave himself. It's not like he can't handle it, but it's definitely a new type of challenge. Beating Crow up daily won't solve anything, he needs him to listen and understand him as well. He never had this much trouble with the other men in his unit, what makes Crow so special?

"Hiya! Huhg! Ah! Ya!"

The aggressive grunting of training broke him out of his spell. He must of wandered near the gym, but who would be training this late at night. Oh, wait.

"Heya! Hut! Ha!"

"Hmph, you really want to kick my ass that badly, huh?"

"Huh? Oh. Well, if you put it like that your gunna make me feel bad about it. To be fair, I don't really have anything against you. I realize that you were trying to help...in your own...stupid way. I just want to win, at least once, then I'll be out of you're hair for good."

"..."

"What?"

"Even if, in the slim chance you do manage to beat me, I...I don't think you should leave."

"...Why? All I've done was cause trouble since I got here. This isn't really a place for someone like me. I'm better off going back home and living out my sad little life drowning in music and booze like I was before."

"Your Uncle believes you could be putting your skills to good use here, instead of wasting away with 'music and booze'....Look, I get that you don't feel as though this place is for you, it's...a different atmosphere here, trust me I know, but you have so much potential, I know Guile sees it, and I'm sure Charlie did as well."

"And you?"

"...You...definitely impressed me, even if you weren't able to land a single hit. I think that if you would be open for taking some advice, you would be a fine addition to my unit."

"Heh...you seem almost genuine...alright. You were watching me a bit before you came into talk to me, ya? I'd hate to ask this, but...got any pointers?"

As the night went on, the two of them practiced together. Crow was pretty good about keeping a calm head and an open mind as Holger tried to guide him in the fine art of assault. Not much progress was made on Crow's end, but he took all of what Holger taught him to heart, and is totally not planning on using those skills in their next fight.

The day went on and Crow was sent to do push-ups for entire time he was supposed to be training with the unit, as punishment for the low performance of their first bout. Not that he got through most of them. Staying up till God-knows-when trying to keep his cool while training, takes a toll on ones body. It turned into more of an impromptu nap time. Holger noticed, and since he ordered him to do it and was partially responsible, he'd let Crow rest a bit...before waking him to keep going every five 5 minutes.

After dinner, there was some time before Crow and Holger had to duke it out again. Crow took this time to find a nice spot to relax. He found an old, rusted, barely used plane, and sat on it's wing to get a nice view of the sunset. Thinking this might be the only time he'll have a moment of peace for a while.

"We can't seem to keep away from each other can we?"

"Oh, Holger! I...didn't think anybody would be out here."

"I usually come here to get away from the others, they can become annoying at times."

"Yeah, you don't quite strike me as a people person."

"Hmph, I like people just fine. I'm not a fan of the annoying, stupid ones though."

"Ah, like me."

"..."

"I'm just teasing you, don't get so huffy about it. Hey, why don't you come up here and join me, it's a hell of a view. It'd be nice to relax a bit before we have to kill each other."

"I most likely won't kill you, but I will join you. Peace is a rare thing around here, more-so since you showed up..."

"You're welcome! I've been known to make things more....interesting. I....do have something to ask you though..."

"Hm?"

"Can you try not to send me to infirmary this time? You really had Uncle Bill worried about me. He even gave me a whole speech about being 'safe' afterwords. I just...don't want him to have to worry about me like that again, okay?"

"I...suppose I can give it a try. No promises, though. You are very easy to punch."

"Hehe, yeah, I can understand that...but that won't be the case for much longer. You mark my words."

The two of them fell silent, watching as the sun slowly set in a sea of beautiful colors. Waiting for the dark blues and blacks to settle in the sky, signalling that their moment of peace was over. They both silently moved off the plane wing and into a more open area of the field. Now it's just them, all alone.

"Are you ready, then, Crow?"

"...More-so than last time, at least."

"Very well, let's begin."

As the familiar song and dance of their fight begins, the feelings of stress and anger from their first bout seem like a distant memory. This time the air is filled with determination and respect. Holger noticed that Crow is slower than last time, he's seems to be actually thinking about his next moves, not as much as he should, but still, he's learning. Crow still can't seem to land a punch and is knocked down, again and again. However, he seems to be keeping his cool...somewhat.

"Fuck! Let me....hit you!"

His anger seems to be geared more towards himself than anything else this time. Holger lets up, giving Crow a clear opening to land a hit, just to see if he'll take it. He doesn't. Crow instead seems to be lost in thought, as if he's trying to keep something down, stopping himself from losing the little control he has left. Realizing what Crow's doing, he goes in for a knock down, but Crow dodges it, and follows through with a counter, landing a good hit on his jaw. Crow's learning, and Holger almost feels proud, but it's time to put this fun to an end. He manages to get a good trip on him, and on the way down delivers a final blow. Knocking Crow out, once again.

"...I did say...no promises..."

Continued in Phase 1: Part 5

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OC Tag :3

Thx for the tag, @sydwrites-things :)

List 5 basic facts for your OC

Avaria Campbell:

1. She get’s anxious in big crowds and crowded spaces

2. She is really good at making friends with crows/mice and other little creatures

3. She collects broken jewelry

4. she loves to write and would much raather do that than socialice

5. (She’s a self-insert. Fucking sue me)

If your OC could have any superpower, what would it be and why?

- Well, since she already is a witch (Harry Potter fanfiction, thank you.) if I use her as she is, she could probably someway get about anything SO let’s take her without being a witch.

Uhm ... probably to fly? Since she doesn’t like crowded spaces and the sky is the most un-crowded place there could be AND she could see the highlands she loves and stuff. So flying BUT not like Superman, rather like ... with wings ^^’

Post a Pic/Gif that describes your OC

Summarize your WIP in 10 words or less

self-insert Harry Potter diary-style fanfiction (7, buhja)

Do you have any villains in your story?

Not at the moment, and I don’t plan to ^^ I just want to write a self-indulgent self-insert Harry Potter fanfiction BECAUSE I NEED NORMAL HOGWARTS LIFE ONCE IN A WHILE, THANK YOU VERY MUCH

What’s easier for you to write: dialogue or description?

uhm... depends? Since this WIP is diary-styled, I don’t really have dialouge in it (I mean, it’s all kinda a one-sided-dialogue between my character and the diary xD) but I think it’s probably description

Do you have a favorite writing-related quote?

I actually don’t ^^’ I’m not really the quote type person

If you could assign your story one song, what would it be?

I have no fucking idea xD Uhm ... probably the Warbringers: Jaina song would kinda work? I dunno ._.

Where do you get inspiration from?

ANYTHING AND EVERYTHING xD but mostly music, stuff I see on the internet, pictures (character design etc.), Movie stuff, Series stuff. I dunno just ... everything could inspire me

Do you tend to overwrite or underwrite on your first draft?

*cough cough* honestly I normally don’t have many drafts when I write fanfiction or snippets *cough cough* but I think I ALWAYS WRITE SO MUCH AND SO DETAILED but that is just my ... writing style ._.  

I’ll tag: @rewritemywayout @katabasiss @goxmyworldxthings and everybody else who wants to :) and of course, nobody has to ^^

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