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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Oct 14, 2009 0:01:49 GMT -8
Bastille smirked.
"Ah you mistake the art of dancing for pleasantries...it is more then that, a fight with swords is also a dance, a fight with fists...tis the same. I am merely observing you...can Gabriel Seran really be the gentlmen he claims he is?"
She smirked feeling rather creative with words.
"Dancing is an ancient art, as old as fighting...it should not be treated lightly, one can learn many many...things."
She did a hop two step and then she slid herself into a twist. Dancing, in a way Bastille missed it. A life in the Cunninham House consisted of dancing and arts of all kinds. Dancing was of course, not her forte...her sister Vera had been much better, much more like a swan. Bastille of course had lacked, but in a way now she felt that being older helped her with grace.
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Post by Gabriel Seran on Oct 14, 2009 11:03:08 GMT -8
Gabriel chuckled cheerfully as she preached his own ideals back at him. Well at least they were on the same mind-set now a good change from what it was but awhile ago and now more than ever he needed whatever friends he could manage.
"Seems I remember saying that once to you about a year ago." Gabriel smiled with a quick witted grin.
He kept with the continuity of the dance not recalling why he'd bothered to come here in the first place. So much had to be doen, but he could spare the time if it was only for her. A debt still had to be paid.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Oct 14, 2009 11:10:54 GMT -8
Bastille would let the song die out and then allow herself to fall into a dip before popping herself up. With a smirk she curtseyd and looked at him. Her question of the test was, can Gabriel be genuine unto himself? Bastille knew what it is she was looking for and she wasnt sure Gabriel passed with flying colors, however he had passed. Walking back to her bag she unzipped it and pulled out another bag, this one a leather sack holding something heavy and jagged inside. Broken bits of old swords and sheet metal is what Bastille guessed. She stood up holding the sack and waited a moment thinking this move through one last time.
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Post by Gabriel Seran on Oct 14, 2009 11:17:49 GMT -8
Gabriel smiled as the song lulled away into nothingness before releasing her gingerly. A focused watch was maintained as she courtseyed. Gabriel returned the same courtesy with a bow. It seemed only respectable when she dissappeared to grab that duffelbag assaunder. A moment of perplextion as she pulled it apart.
"So did I pass?" Gabriel grinned almost mocking the test.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Oct 14, 2009 23:47:45 GMT -8
((i should so be studying for an acting class midterm tommorow and im here role playing, my study habits have not improved))
Bastille glared over her shoulder.
"Not with flying colors...I personally do not believe you have what it takes to truely call yourself a knight Gabriel..."
She hissed with authority. She turned and gave him a stern look. This was no longer fun and games, she needed him to realise that. This was not the important i retrospect to life, since there where no missions and no prices to pay, but it was a constant judge of character and a constant checking in with ones inner motives. It was for this reason Bastille was all to hesitant to give Gabriel the package.
"This is not a test of strenght, after all being a knight is least about ability in battle...but this is not my decesion to make...Gabriel Seran, unto you I present the title of 'The Devil Blade'."
She paused as she handed forth the parsel of broken bits of blades and metal...and then after he had taken that she handed him a letter. A white envelope with the symbol of an upside down fleur de lis with wings. Inside would be a letter from the boss lady herself with a simple tarot card reading...the devil. (letter details all that is posted in the group thread)
As soon as he took that Bastille would turn to leave. she had to give a report.
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Post by Gabriel Seran on Oct 14, 2009 23:56:08 GMT -8
What came out of her mouth was the same thing he'd heard from everyone else his entire life. 'I don't think you can handle it...' Weakness in their vision prevented them from aspiring greatness but not him Gabriel was fit for every challenge and every dilema he was undoubtably sure he could handle whatever stakes were set on the board.
Devil Blade eh? Gabriel cocked a brow.
Wonder who named him as such. regardless Gabriel smiled and bore it, if that was what was necessary than Gabriel would become the Devil.
"Au Revoir mon cheri.."
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Oct 16, 2009 10:20:50 GMT -8
Bastille didnt mean he couldnt handle it, she had meant he didnt have the right mind set, the right way of feeling and how important honor was to be a knight. His values, in her eyes, simply lied else where.
"would you give up on the french...christ just because i have frog blood somewhere in my body doesnt mean i can speak it!!!"
She hissed back to being particulary irked about the whole ordeal.
She would stop gathering her things together and then pull out her sword. 'The fools Blade'.....she didnt know what the meaning was behind her name either...ironic....she would have to read up on it. But for now she pondered it, watchin the moon before pulling out a cigarette and placing it between her lips.
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