[RL with Death the Kid] [Backdated]

[demondoctor]

As promised, Stein headed for Washington. Since he was travelling by plane, he expected to get there after Kid, but that didn't bother him. Kid might try to ambush him, but Stein was confident that he would be able to deal with his student

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[demondoctor]

Stein had no intention of attacking first, and though he took note of Kid's tension as they moved close, he himself didn't tense in return.

At Kid's question, he gave a soft sigh. "This isn't my world, Kid. It's not my business what happens here. I'm no superhero running around policing other worlds, regardless of the fact that I'm living here right now. If Wesker wants to do this, it's these people who live here who are supposed to stop him, and I wouldn't ask them to help us with our problems, either."

He watched Kid turn to face him, his expression slack and all but expressionless. "I don't want to fight you, Kid," he said, his tone almost bored. "But I will, if you make me."

[eightofdeath]

Kid's expression immediately turned darker. "Stop pretending that you care."

In an instant, Kid was was kneeling next to Stein, sweeping a leg at his ankles. "If you cared, you wouldn't have left in the first place!"

[demondoctor]

Despite his affect, Stein was ready for the attack. He swung the pole down from his shoulder as Kid launched himself forward, using it like a pole vault as he jumped into the air to avoid the leg sweep - and hopefully causing Kid's shin to crack painfully into the solid (if still wrapped in plastic) wooden shaft.

"If I don't care, what do you want me back for?" he asked, landing two feet further back and then raising the staff as he settled into an attacking stance. "Wouldn't it be better just to forget about me, like everyone else did?"

Still his eyes failed to burn. This wasn't an interesting battle to him. He wasn't curious about Kid, nor did he want to defeat and dissect the boy. He knew the attitude would give him a disadvantage, but he couldn't quite bring himself to care.

[eightofdeath]

Kid's fingers clawed into the pavement trying to counteract the momentum of his leg. He sill hit the staff, but not as hard as he could have. Besides, bruises could heal far easier than his pride could.

"Marie can help you with the insanity." Kid launched himself into the air, flipping and aiming a hammer kick at Stein's head, though he was already mentally preparing to counter whatever his teacher threw at him next.

He couldn't help but notice how... Bored Stein seemed. Even during Maka and Black Star's fight with him, he seemed to have some sort of passion for what he was doing. This calmness was strangely unnerving. Almost eerier than the insanity. Almost.

[demondoctor]

At least during his fight with Maka and Black*Star, he'd been curious about the kids, curious to see what they could do. But he didn't want this battle, and he knew Kid - knew what he could do, knew his abilities and weaknesses.

Stein grabbed the bo with his other hand and brought it up, bracing himself to take the blow on the stick. Hopefully Kid wouldn't break right through the wood.

He did.

Stein grunted as the bo staff cracked in two and the kick grazed his chest as he desperately threw himself backwards. He staggered and slammed into a tree hard enough to knock some of the wind out of him.

"Marie wasn't enough before," he said in a growl, raising both halves of the stick like a pair of clubs. The wrappings fell, baring the splintered ends of the wood and the polished surfaces. "What makes you think it'll make a difference now? You don't know what it's like! I nearly committed suicide to get away from the hallucinations!"