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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Dec 10, 2012 18:04:08 GMT -8
(because i figured we might as well start some trainin')
Boredom. To this day, that distasteful emotion remained Bastille's worst enemy. Today, it seemed to have gotten the best of her. She'd managed to calculate that morning the exact amount of hours she'd been reunited with her future husband, she'd also calculated the exact hours she'd been pregnant give or take three or four.
Now? Now she was busy calculating other random numbers. For example, how many feathers were on your average bird, or how many arrows it would take to demolish an army of men using gorilla warfare tactics. When her brain had gotten get up with numbers, calculations, and possible opponent maneuvers- she'd finally come up with an idea.
Bastille rose from the bed and -like her usual- threw a pillow at her sleeping fiance.
"Oi!"
She quickly reached for her sword and began poking his shoulder.
"Dont make me stab you."
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Dec 12, 2012 18:31:58 GMT -8
Mathew was sleeping blissfully, dreams of flying and burning civilization down to ashes. Blood washing over his face as he ran with a herd of puppies. It was a weird dream, but a good dream. When the pillow hit him in the face he groaned and grabbed it, moving it so that he was hugging the pillow as he rolled over.
"Don't make me... stab you with my penis..."
He muttered, keeping his eyes closed and trying to get a few more minutes in.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Dec 14, 2012 16:10:04 GMT -8
Bastille slunk behind him and coyly soothed up against him. Ghosting, she let her lips graze his ear.
"my knife is faster" She whispered and held the blade underneath his neck. But after a moment she smirked then rolled over and dropped a rather nice looking...stick, onto the bed next to him. "It's either you come and we start this, or I start dropping your men out of boredom" ....
There was a pause as she began to walk out of the room.
"Bare feet, bare chest, and no nifty earth tricks. You learn nothing by cheating."
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Dec 14, 2012 17:03:13 GMT -8
He just shifted when the blade was up against his throat, eyes still closed as he let out a small groan. He wanted more sleep! Damn that woman. When she moved away and dropped the stick on the bed he groaned again but opened his eyes.
"You are no fun."
He grabbed the stick as he rolled his eyes and got dressed.
"Whatever you say sweetheart."
He said with a long yawn.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Dec 14, 2012 17:09:47 GMT -8
"Trust me...I'm a good teacher. I give gold stars and everything..." She smirked.
"Maybe.." As she walked down the stairs. She walked straight out into the open street and then towards the old freeway entrance. That would be the perfect place, lots of room- less rubble. She was only wearing a large baggy t-shirt, and some shorts- but as always, her boots were on.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Dec 14, 2012 17:13:37 GMT -8
"Mathew followed, the stick slung over his shoulder as his free hand wiped some of the crust from his eyes. Ye wished he had a watch because he had no clue what time it was.
"At least now I can live my fantasy of banging my teacher."
He grinned, as he made his way barefoot on to the street.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Dec 14, 2012 18:14:27 GMT -8
"dont get ahead of yourself..."
She smirked, walking up the car ramp onto the abandoned free way.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Dec 14, 2012 18:16:12 GMT -8
"Oh no, I think I'm alright staying behind right now."
He said letting her lead the way. He always had a nice view when she did.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Dec 14, 2012 18:37:31 GMT -8
"You're going to regret that...." She mumbled to herself with a smirk then turned around and looked at him.
"Come at me."
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Dec 29, 2012 12:03:11 GMT -8
He moved the stick in his hand gently to get a feel for the weight of it after she told him to come at her. His first instinct was to rush her, but he felt that to be unwise. So instead he would come at her, sword raised and his body moving in a circle, closing in diagonally. He would wait and see if she put up a guard before striking.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Dec 29, 2012 14:55:49 GMT -8
"Again." She said, not moving to look at him or even to accommodate his moves.
"You must learn the footwork before you can learn the blade. If you dont have the dance down, the music will be off and corrosive no swift and painless- or painful so you wish it."
She smirked and pointed for him to go back to where he was standing. She would then take out her sword and lunge forward. She then did a couple of simple steps- in fact it did indeed look like a dance move...except for the straight forward and back pattern.
"Fencing is about being nimble and quick...- alright Jack, lets see what you've got"
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Feb 27, 2013 10:50:22 GMT -8
Mathew frowned but would move back to where he had started, following her instructions. He didn't like being told he was wrong. Especially from someone who would have their ass kicked by him. But this wasn't a brawl, it was about learning a skill. A skill that she had that he lacked.
He watched her move and shifted his grip to mimic hers as he would lunge forward attempting to replicate her movements as well, thinking to himself that he better have this right. He didn't want to spend all day learning how to lunge.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Feb 27, 2013 11:07:30 GMT -8
Bastille sighed. Okay, she didn't get it quite right the first time either-...no actually, foot work she had down within minutes. But she had taken years and years of ballet. Precise foot falls were required. Bastille side stepped and gripped the stick tightly. She twisted herself next to him and sheathed her sword.
"Alright, try this- " She muttered. She grabbed his hips and firmly held them in place.
"Dont move these- move only your legs....."
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Feb 27, 2013 11:11:32 GMT -8
His brows furrowed and he had to stop himself from letting out a growl as she told him he did it wrong, and tried to show him how to do it. If it wasn't for the fact that he was clenching his jaw shut he probably would have snapped out something about how he could handle it his way. But he didn't.
He would try to move his legs without moving his hips. An idea that seemed so foreign to him that it didn't make any sense. He felt like it would be stiff and robotic. But he would try, because if he didn't she could and probably would hold this over his head forever.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Feb 27, 2013 11:18:01 GMT -8
She needed to find a reward system beyond gold stars. Her hands stayed on his hips, like a dancer guiding him on the foot moves- she stayed attached showing him by standing next to him.
"Slowly, you dont need to rush it yet- Once you'e mastered it in slow motion than you'll forever know it when it gets faster. Its stiff only because its still, but even statues had fluidity. The grace comes from mastering stillness. You've got a lot of strength in your legs, but you cant let that make you heavy." she said, sternly but thoughtfully as she continued to move him and with him.
"One foot never crosses the other, there is a front and there is a back. Your dominant foot goes first and it may touch the back but it never crosses."
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