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Post by Avice Locke on Jun 28, 2018 8:59:26 GMT -8
She sent Tyr with the vehicle back to Cabal. Despite his wife protests he was just as much of a coward as she. Except she was scarier. He might if had a way with wolves, she didn't hate him amd she felt her and his friend Fenrir might get along. But she wasnt being a coward right now. She didn't wanted to go back to Cabal all proud and look at that smug Blaze's face. She might have just caused a war that was never supposed to happen. She might split the nation with her pride. Oh she tried not to think about it but as she walked it came to her the gravity of her actions. She followed orders possibly the orders of a mad man. And be damned if she was going to face him again and not make it hurt!
She found herself in 63 and asked ground o find the person she was looking for. Patiently waiting for an audience with yet another and yet a newely appointed majesty. She finally spotted him and gave a bow in respect.
"We hardly know one another but I seek something you might take take a bit of your time to help me with"
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Post by Blake Oleander on Jun 28, 2018 9:05:53 GMT -8
Blake was not expecting one from Cabal to come to his territory. Especially alone, but he'd grant them an audience. The reconstruction was moving at a good pace, with or without his help. Though with his new status actually having his people let him help with more than delegation was a chore. He appreciated their respect and their concern. But he hated the feeling of doing nothing.
He'd approach Avice, the Elder mask on the side of his head, ready to be shifted forward as needed as he eyed her. Metallic fake limbs. The accent, he recognized her, even if he couldn't recall her name. He'd nod his head in respect and acknowledgment of her bow.
"Which is?"
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Post by Avice Locke on Jun 28, 2018 9:16:33 GMT -8
"I've lived the life of a thief and no longer do I wish to skulk around and hide. Her metal hand motioned to herself spreading metal fingers over her collarbone. "Teach me to use a blade! In payment I'll see what may do for yar settlement 'ere." she looked at him and remembered him swatting a child like it was a bug during the war. "You... You and I'll not see eye to eye. But I'll steel my tongue if you'll give me this chance?"
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Post by Blake Oleander on Jun 28, 2018 9:21:17 GMT -8
He'd nod.
"You helped to defend my home. We will teach you to defend yourself."
It was a fair trade.
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Post by Avice Locke on Jun 28, 2018 9:29:20 GMT -8
A stride of relief fell through her body. At least something would be going right. "I cant thank you enough. Where do we start?"
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Post by Blake Oleander on Jun 28, 2018 9:30:04 GMT -8
"By following me and telling me what you know, if anything."
For fighting with blades he meant. But he'd start leading her toward the clearing they used for training.
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Post by Avice Locke on Jun 28, 2018 9:38:04 GMT -8
She'd follow and bring her hand to her head scratching behind her ear.
"If i compare to you I might be look like I am using an axe. Or a child swingin' a stick. I've had no real training it takes everything I can to just block or dodge so my next attack is in retaliation."
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Post by Blake Oleander on Jun 28, 2018 9:39:40 GMT -8
"I see..."
At least she didn't have bad habits to break.
"What type of blade?"
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Post by Avice Locke on Jun 28, 2018 9:44:57 GMT -8
"Rapier keyblade for one and the other a single handed long blade made of Qi that comes from this crystal in me hand." she raised her metal limb to showcase it.
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Post by Blake Oleander on Jun 28, 2018 9:47:08 GMT -8
"Two styles. Pick one."
He'd say looking at their training blades. Starting her off with two different styles would be hard on her, and they both had different forms. Best to start with one.
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Post by Avice Locke on Jun 28, 2018 10:02:00 GMT -8
"The long blade then seems more use full to me anyway the dainty rapier I'll save for a different occasion." it wasnt long to make her decision.
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Post by Blake Oleander on Jun 28, 2018 10:03:10 GMT -8
"Okay."
He'd say as he'd reach for one of the wooden long blades and toss it to her before taking on himself.
"What are you fighting for?"
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Post by Avice Locke on Jun 28, 2018 10:14:12 GMT -8
She shrugged wondering what kind of question that was. "Myself, it is all I have like me own. And I've had my pride dragged through the mud to many times. I need the strength to cease the cycle."
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Post by Blake Oleander on Jun 28, 2018 10:16:24 GMT -8
"I see."
He'd not comment on what he might or might not think about her reasons. They were her own. He'd slip into a stance and hold the wooden blade out at her.
"Do you know the most important part of using a sword?"
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Post by Avice Locke on Jun 28, 2018 10:19:50 GMT -8
She saw him take stance and she halted her thoughts. Taking her own in a more defensive manner her fingers closed in a circle and an rush of light of which she has no clue what color it be illuminated her frame ready for him.
"Dont get yar guts spilled?" she'd take that as her best guess.
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