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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Oct 27, 2012 18:48:46 GMT -8
Somewhere on the outskirts of Dragon territory- probably where she was not supposed to be (well feck that, she did what she wanted), arrows were being shot into a makeshift target. The whizzing of of the metal tipped sticks was a soft sound, but audible in the louder silence around her. Her hand gripped the next arrow and she shot it- missing the target by a long shot. Shooting arrows was NOTHING like shooting a gun.
She dropped the bow and sighed.
"Seems my skills are limited. I have no patience for this like I did with the blade" She cursed under her breathe and put the makeshift equipment down and sat down herself. She took out her blade and began to clean in, watching the sun set behind the autumn trees. She didn't mind the dark- and with the cool autumn air it might actually cool her head.
"Wasn't Halloween sometime soon?"
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Post by Marcus Prasad on Oct 27, 2012 20:53:45 GMT -8
"Aye. So what do you plan on going as?"
Asked a voice from behind her. It had been a long while since Marcus last snuck upon and observed someone. It had also been a long time since he had lounged in a tree like some lazy predator, on his back with hands behind his head with one foot dangling below him.
"Cause I was thinking of a werewolf but unfortunatly with the world all gone to shit, I cant buy a costume. Now Yeah, I know its more traditional to make it from scratch, unfortunatly I dont have the skill with a sewing needle you know what I'm sayin?"
After a small pause, Marcus would smile a great big cheshire smile.
"Names Marcus!"
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Oct 27, 2012 21:18:50 GMT -8
"Stick a sheet over your head, cut some holes- get some rocks. Does candy even exist anymore?"
Bastille looked at the man, lowering her bow. Her eyes stared at the man, weary. Who was he? Barker servant? She wasn't going to let him get the slip, but likewise, she wasn't going to jump to conclusions. So for now she sat quietly and smirked.
"Hello Marcus, always a pleasure meeting men from trees- although a loin cloth is always an appreciated touch you seem to be missing. Ah! thats an easy costume to do- Tarzan, hope you have a Jane. People only ever seem to get it when they're standing together. Otherwise it becomes George- although I haven't the faintest clue why." She said rather quickly and with a thick british accent. At least she was in full gear.
"Maybe I should go as Allan Quartermain- female version of course. I've always adored pith helmets." She'd never return the favor of a name. Not until she was sure.
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Post by Marcus Prasad on Oct 28, 2012 20:05:01 GMT -8
"George of the Jungle? Did he ever have a Jane equivelent? WATCH OUT FOR THAT TREEEEEEEEEEE!"
Marcus would cry, immitating the theme song while throwing his arms giddily out every which way.
"Honestly That might be the issue. Plus Loincloths were never my thing. Considering my build they might think I was Conan the Barbarian. The Jason Momoa version anyway, Like I said, I'd rather wear a leather kilt than a loincloth."
Marcus like this one. She seemed nutty in a fun way. He liked nutty people. It made him feel like he didn't have to serious all the time.
It made him feel like he could relax.
"AH! A Gentlewoman Lady Hunter type huh? Hunting Tigers and the like. Ever tried hunting a wolf?"
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Oct 28, 2012 23:46:49 GMT -8
"No, they're endangered- have you?" She raised a brow. This man was interesting, but honestly she really needed to get back to training. But that would be dumb since she still didnt have a clue who he was or why he was here.
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Post by Marcus Prasad on Oct 29, 2012 17:49:46 GMT -8
"Nope."
As IF he would hunt his own kind. Thats like.....Reverse Canabalism or something. Besides, This gave him the perfect oppourtunity to try a line he had wanted to try for a long time!
You see, He wanted to fight this woman. He had been comming back from His Reunion with Leon, his Sensei and had spotted her training. Intrigued by something he couldn't quite quantify, he observed her.
"Do you want to?"
He would ask with his wolf like grin.
It took him awhile to figure out why she intrigued him so, but with her attention so squarely on him, he finaly noticed it.
She had the scent of the Earth Dragon all over her.
Slipping off the boughs of the tree he had been laying in, Marcus landed into a forward roll, immedialty springing up to his feet as if he hadnt just plopped Fifteen feet to the ground. His hands were in his pockets as we slowly walked towards Bastille.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Oct 29, 2012 18:02:55 GMT -8
Bastille smirked.
"wet dogs are another story" She warned curtly. He seemed to be headed for her, and in her language that meant fight.
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Post by Marcus Prasad on Oct 29, 2012 18:14:33 GMT -8
Marcus would only laugh at that. She had a tongue on her alright. Bout time he found someone who did.
"So Are women who can't hit the broad side of a barn Miss....?."
He doutbed she would give up her name, else she would have done so sooner. Still, it had been to long since he had gone Tongues-as-daggers with anyone and he didn't mind using it as a warm up.
He would stop at a respectable distance from her. About Fifteen feet or so. Hands pulling out of his Bomber jacket pockets to readjust the Flat cap that sat so neatly on his head.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Oct 29, 2012 18:30:05 GMT -8
Bastille nodded. "Bastille"
She smirked. "Although I gather you knew that...." She motioned to his fashion statement since she too wore a bomber jacket.
"Good taste.....for a mutt" She smirked withdrawing her sword.
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Post by Marcus Prasad on Oct 29, 2012 18:59:08 GMT -8
Oh, now THAT was a surprise. A Pleasent one though.
"If it's any consolation, I actualy didn't know. Bastille huh? A Good strong name."
For a good strong lady. No nicknames for this one. Bastille. She looked like a Bastille. It suited her. He'd chuckle as she pointed out thier shared taste in Jackets. Nice, Warm, Big pockets and it Kept your neck cozy. Whats not to love?
"Why thank you. You know you're the only other person I've met so far who wear them too!"
Then he noticed the sword. He gestured to it with a nod of his head.
"And THAT is a wicked looking blade. I'm guessing it's not just for show hmm?"
He would then smile a challenging, mocking smile.
"You uhhh, know how to use it?"
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Oct 29, 2012 19:13:27 GMT -8
Her smirk widened.
"care to dance, Skippy?"
She held up the blade. That meant yes.
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Post by Marcus Prasad on Oct 29, 2012 20:01:27 GMT -8
His smile widened. Digging his toe underneath a thin tree branch, Marcus would kick it up and into his hand.
"Know what, I do believe I shall partake."
He would say before snapping the end off, leaving himself with a four foot stick to fight with.
Scanning Bastille for a moment, he would then slowly begin to shift his body until he was a perfect mirror to Bastilles stance.
Now THIS was going to be interesting.
Wanting to test Her defences alittle, Marcus would send the tip of the stick towards Bastilles sword wrist with a flick of his own.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Oct 29, 2012 20:07:06 GMT -8
Bastille did a typical move for a fencer,- back stepping in a parry and then she stood waiting for his next jab.
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Post by Marcus Prasad on Oct 29, 2012 20:11:08 GMT -8
"Nice...."
And he meant it. This was just as much a learning experiance for him as well as a chance to fight someone on his own level.
Marcus would try a few more experimental thrusts. One for her heart, one to each of her shoulders and finishing with a swipe to her belly.
All the while he was waiting for the inevitable riposte.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Oct 29, 2012 21:30:39 GMT -8
She parried each move, with a side step or a back lunge. Was he even trying? She guessed he was testing her first. So, she'd rise to the challenge. With a step forward she'd lunge her blade forward but then immediately swing it to the wrong side of him, and then turns and finds herself behind trying to push her blade close to his back. She would smirk brightly.
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