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Post by Rhona Hall on Mar 25, 2018 18:32:40 GMT -8
Rhona would venture on the training field as usual. She'd usually see the same people in the distance doing all manner of training in close parameters. One being someone she hadn't spoken to since the last she'd try and resolve somethings. It was just something. She'd plop her bag on the ground and tie her head in a ponytail about to start her own routine but she couldn't seem to shut her mind off to focus on it.
Of the recent Cabal attack, they had Rhona did something weird and she doesn't like to think about it. But thinking this is what he was going through and not only that his known hatred for the others. It just doesn't make much sense to her and she wanted to say a few things. Remembering their last fight she was embarrassed by her behavior. It was the kind of piss poor sore-loser kind of attitude that her father would have put her on the floor for.
She grabbed herself and a spare water bottle and walked over to him. "Yo." she'd get his attention before she was too close in case she'd get a swipe from that sword he loves so much. Within arms reach she lifted to him an unopened bottle of water with a steel expression. "Air is a bit dry today." It was a matter of fact statement and weak reasoning for her to offer him hydration.
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Post by Blake Oleander on Mar 25, 2018 19:24:44 GMT -8
Blake was easy enough to find. The training yard was his usual haunting ground. Anyone could find him if they wanted to. Though with his reputation few did. And most that did ended up in the ground. When Rhona approached him he'd glare at her, his hand tightening on the hilt of his blade. Knowing her she wanted another rematch. He'd grant it of course, but he'd learned not to expect much from her.
He'd just shrug at the comment about the air.
"I guess."
He stared at her, not taking the water.
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Post by Rhona Hall on Mar 25, 2018 19:40:16 GMT -8
She set it down and dug it slightly in the dirt to support it. She'd see his guard up obviously waiting for her to open her mouth itching to use it. It was fair of him to assume that. But she wasn't geared or rearing her shoulders to fight. She sat her own water bottle down and turned away from him to work on her form. Her legs were wide and her hands slowly started to move. She'd take steps and slow, fluid motions through her well-practiced art breathing deeply and slowly. She was still going to go through her morning training with or without him caring.
"I just wanted to ask you..." she inhaled and exhaled. "Who told you to hate Qi users like us... or yourself? Also, why?" She wasn't sure if she was after a better understanding of him or nor but she had something on her mind and it rooted with her fights with him and the losses she took. She wanted this to lead somewhere but first, she had to have a couple of answers.
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Post by Blake Oleander on Mar 25, 2018 19:48:06 GMT -8
"Doesn't matter."
He'd roll his eyes and turn his back to her since she didn't seem to be here to fight. He'd resume going through his forms and stances. Drilling his routine and blade forms and footwork. Drilling was far more important than fighting strangers for honing your strength. Though testing yourself was valuable.
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Post by Rhona Hall on Mar 25, 2018 19:57:30 GMT -8
She didn't stop her motions actually she watched him go through his and decided to match them. Without a blade, in her hand, they were not much different than her own or so she felt.
"Why not?" She'd sound calm though she would guess he might see her as being a pest here soon.
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Post by Blake Oleander on Mar 25, 2018 19:59:19 GMT -8
He didn't reply to her and would just keep moving through his forms. She was asking stupid questions.
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Post by Rhona Hall on Mar 25, 2018 20:16:49 GMT -8
She'd take his silence with a raised brow. But she would continue...
"Alright... Someone, you know could have been killed by Qi users? Maybe it was prejudice of your parents not being Qi users and now that you are one they fault you for it? Maybe it is a religion?" She paused a bit glancing at his face while mimicking his moves. "Either way you hate your Qi and those with Qi and I can't help but wonder... why?"
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Post by Blake Oleander on Mar 25, 2018 20:18:28 GMT -8
"Why do you care?"
He'd growl, his arm thrusting outward with more force as he moved to the next form. His eyes narrowing as her voice started to grate on his nerves.
"You think you are going to change my mind? Convince me that people like you are not so bad?"
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Post by Rhona Hall on Mar 25, 2018 20:53:31 GMT -8
She scoffed. "I can tell already that your mind has a likelihood of changing in the likelihood I can throw you. Seeing as hard as you can kick my ass... that is a big nope."
She paused as she mimicked his more forceful thrust. "Why I do I care? Because you work hard, you are determined, and you are not proud of it. You just use it... Why do you have to act like such a tool to be used?"
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Post by Blake Oleander on Mar 25, 2018 20:54:02 GMT -8
"Again. Why do you care?"
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Post by Rhona Hall on Mar 25, 2018 21:10:36 GMT -8
She paused in her movements her eyes faced forward blank and unamused. "Because even if no one can kill you, you are killing yourself. No matter how much you might despise me the fact we traded punches and that I respect you as a fighter... it sucks to think you are casting yourself aside. You know... some people just care about others."
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Post by Blake Oleander on Mar 25, 2018 21:15:05 GMT -8
"Your feelings are not my concern."
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Post by Rhona Hall on Mar 25, 2018 21:29:28 GMT -8
"Of course..." She'd pick back up following his movements. "... I expected nothing more or less." Continue to do so in short silence.
"I do not know these moves... are they specific to your home?"
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Post by Blake Oleander on Mar 25, 2018 21:31:40 GMT -8
"Yes."
He twisted his wrist to bring the blade up in what would be a disemboweling move if he was striking a human.
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Post by Rhona Hall on Mar 25, 2018 21:49:51 GMT -8
Rhona mimicked the move without a blade in her arms she held fingers open to make it more of a chop or fist closed to make it more of a punch. She wondered if he was getting annoyed with her presence and thought about gutting her. But she'd ignore the thought and sort of improvised with her lack of equipped. She prefers close melee combat for sure but with this, she realized there was a pride to Blake that stemmed from there. Continuing in silence.
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