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pawnstorm2016-08-07 08:10 pm
shewhocompels) wrote in pawnstorm2016-08-07 08:10 pm
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Running jumping and climbing trees
Who: Teyud za-Zhalt, Edward Finklestein, Susan DeRay, and possibly YOU the reader.
Where: Around Caissa mostly
What: Teyud ranks up to Knight, and enjoys not being flipping exhausted all the time
Warnings: Comic mischief
[Room Q101]
For months, Teyud had felt tired all the time. The crushing weight of this world had been slowly wearing her down. Her body had put on an awful lot of muscle in response, but the long and short of it was that Martians were not built to thrive in this much gravity. It wore at the soul.
Then one morning she woke up and did not feel like she had two twin sisters lying on top of her while she lay in bed, slowly crushing her into the mattress. She felt...normal. For the first time since she had appeared in this world. For a confused moment, she thought she was back on Mars.
No this was definitely still Enprise. Feeling properly light on her for the first time in far too long, Teyud got up and stretched, only then noticing the letter that was waiting for her. It was filled with flowery language, but seemed to basically boil down to "Congratulations, you are now a knight!"
Very interesting.
[For Ed!]
Since they were both knights now, Teyud has decided it was time to whip this kid into proper shape before he got himself killed. Again. With that goal in mind, she had dragged him away from whatever stupid thing he had been working on to a practice yard somewhere. There's probably one by the Hall of Heroes or something, I don't remember.
Face still showing the faint smile she had had all day from behind her fencing mask, Teyud stood across from Ed with a practice sword in hand.
"We have both gained an impressive new weapon recently. It is beneficial to our chances of survival that we learn how to use it immediately."
[For Susan!]
The time: way too damn early. Normally, Teyud kept more or less to herself until she had gotten some caffeine in her system, and gave monosyllabic responses to anything anyone said to her. Today, she was filled with more energy than normal, and so on seeing her friend Susan also sitting down for breakfast, Teyud joined her. Perhaps she would be amused at hearing of Teyud's rather fruitless attempts to get Ed to be honest with himself.
"Amiable morning's greetings to you, Susan."
[For Anyone!]
Teyud felt like her body was light as helium. She took full advantage of her new found superhuman strength to take great bounding leaps across the landscape, sometimes even hopping up to the rooftops of buildings that weren't particularly tall. This must be what the vas-Terranan felt like on her world! She was unstoppable!
Or so she felt. A slight miscalculation on a jump led her clipping one foot against an ornamental fountain. Her balance upset, Teyud spun her arms around trying to turn herself back upright as she tumbled through the air. She landed face first in the grass in an undignified sprawl.
She seemed unhurt, at least, if the way she rolled over while laughing at herself was any indication. It would be a surreal moment for anyone who already knew her. They would have trouble thinking of any time they had heard the normally reserved Martian laugh out loud
Where: Around Caissa mostly
What: Teyud ranks up to Knight, and enjoys not being flipping exhausted all the time
Warnings: Comic mischief
[Room Q101]
For months, Teyud had felt tired all the time. The crushing weight of this world had been slowly wearing her down. Her body had put on an awful lot of muscle in response, but the long and short of it was that Martians were not built to thrive in this much gravity. It wore at the soul.
Then one morning she woke up and did not feel like she had two twin sisters lying on top of her while she lay in bed, slowly crushing her into the mattress. She felt...normal. For the first time since she had appeared in this world. For a confused moment, she thought she was back on Mars.
No this was definitely still Enprise. Feeling properly light on her for the first time in far too long, Teyud got up and stretched, only then noticing the letter that was waiting for her. It was filled with flowery language, but seemed to basically boil down to "Congratulations, you are now a knight!"
Very interesting.
[For Ed!]
Since they were both knights now, Teyud has decided it was time to whip this kid into proper shape before he got himself killed. Again. With that goal in mind, she had dragged him away from whatever stupid thing he had been working on to a practice yard somewhere. There's probably one by the Hall of Heroes or something, I don't remember.
Face still showing the faint smile she had had all day from behind her fencing mask, Teyud stood across from Ed with a practice sword in hand.
"We have both gained an impressive new weapon recently. It is beneficial to our chances of survival that we learn how to use it immediately."
[For Susan!]
The time: way too damn early. Normally, Teyud kept more or less to herself until she had gotten some caffeine in her system, and gave monosyllabic responses to anything anyone said to her. Today, she was filled with more energy than normal, and so on seeing her friend Susan also sitting down for breakfast, Teyud joined her. Perhaps she would be amused at hearing of Teyud's rather fruitless attempts to get Ed to be honest with himself.
"Amiable morning's greetings to you, Susan."
[For Anyone!]
Teyud felt like her body was light as helium. She took full advantage of her new found superhuman strength to take great bounding leaps across the landscape, sometimes even hopping up to the rooftops of buildings that weren't particularly tall. This must be what the vas-Terranan felt like on her world! She was unstoppable!
Or so she felt. A slight miscalculation on a jump led her clipping one foot against an ornamental fountain. Her balance upset, Teyud spun her arms around trying to turn herself back upright as she tumbled through the air. She landed face first in the grass in an undignified sprawl.
She seemed unhurt, at least, if the way she rolled over while laughing at herself was any indication. It would be a surreal moment for anyone who already knew her. They would have trouble thinking of any time they had heard the normally reserved Martian laugh out loud
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He was just reading anyways, so there's always time to help a friend with a spar. Practice sword in hand, he's standing in an actual form, sword in front of him as he holds it with both hands like he'd learned back in Reverse World. --Though as he thinks about it, he realizes that it makes no sense to do that. He's got a sword and a staff, so he should take appropriate steps to learn to fight with only one hand. His right hand pulls itself off of the sword, though the rest of his stance stays the same.
"Let's have a good fight. Don't hold back on my account, okay?"
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Teyud's form was similar. She also held her sword left handed, her right held in a fist to the small of her back, where it would not hamper her movements.
Teyud opened the fight with a thrust at Edward's stomach, taking full advantage of her ridiculously long arms to attack from a distance. Her fighting style had the formality of one who learned from a professional instructor. Her movements were economical and left her with few openings, but were perhaps a bit less flexible then they might be, ideally.
Not much less, though. She made her living by sticking swords into people. She was very, very good at this.
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He's not able to put up an offensive, but he's proving alright at avoiding having a practice sword jammed in his gut as he gradually works his way back towards where he'd dropped his weapons before the fight--since Teyud's got the edge in height and in experience, the only way to win is to try something underhanded.
As he loses ground, he doesn't lose his smile.
"J-just like I imagined. You're really hard to keep up with..! I'm impressed."
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She was pushing herself at least as hard as she was pushing Ed. She still didn't have a good grip on what her newfound strength left her able to do, and a lack of understanding of one's own abilities was a deadly danger. As they fought, her speed continually increased. She felt limited only by how fast she could think, now!
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Still, her reach is longer, her guard is up, and if he can't close in... His foot nudges the wall. Nowhere left to run. He tries not to give away his intentions--but there's something a little bit suddenly off in his smile that may betray that he's planning something. Now or never, Ed.
Cornered, he ducks down and his right hand falls to his scimitar, gripping its handle. He figures she might have planned for that... He doesn't swing it--if she's planned for it, she's probably expecting that. Plus, he's not supposed to.
He presses his mana into the sword and it rockets forward into him. The flat of the blade smacks into his back as he's pushed directly at her while remaining low to the ground. His left hand makes a wild swing as he closes on Teyud, all he has time to do before rolling along the ground as the scimitar goes bouncing across the ground a bit beyond him. Definitely used too much energy there.
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But she was still fast to react. She twisted mostly out of the way, but still took a touch to the torso. Had they been using actual swords it would have been a wound, but not an incapacitating one.
By Martian fencing rules, they meant she was still in the fight. She took advantage of her long reach and tapped her sword against his chest, signaling that she had "killed" him before he had a chance to reclaim his weapon.
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"Ahh... you got me, then. That's our Teyud." His free hand reaches for his back, rubbing it. "G-good job."
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Constructive criticism for Ed. Teyud does not leave a lot of room for friendliness when it comes to combat drills.
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"You've got me beat in reach, experience, and probably natural strength. It was pretty obvious within a few seconds that I didn't have any conventional moves that would let me close the gap or have a chance of victory. So, I left it to a gamble." He taps his chin for a moment. "I should work on that for next time."
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She helped him up. "Again. I shall make a deadly coercive of you yet."
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He's still totally pumped even despite his tumble and the ache his stupid move had left him in his back. That's just how Ed approaches practice.
"I'll figure something else out, until it works. I promise."
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He's actually a much more respectful learner than you'd think from his demeanor, listening to feedback, trying to think things through on his own, and oftentimes outright asking questions when he's confused.
--Before getting his ass roundly handed to him again in the next round, of course.
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Eventually, even her knight-powered body started to feel some fatigue. She figured it was worse for Ed, who was spending a fair amount of the time on the ground.
"I think that shall suffice for the moment. Your performance was deplorable, but with a realistic chance for improvement."
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"Th-that sounds about right. I'm not really a very skilled physical fighter yet."
He pauses, then adds: "I won't die again."
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Sass.
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"Still... this makes, like, two times? That's about two more than I want to deal with. Even if I live through it or if it was a simulation that did it, it hurts like heck when you wake up--y'know?"
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With a mildly grim and determined look she went on to say "Nor do I intend to any time in the near future."
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"If it comes down to it, and I'm there, I'd definitely help you out in a second."
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--He's joking, of course, but the way that he says it sounds pretty close to his usual brand of optimism and fluff.
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She was not above a little bit of gambling.
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Or so he says immediately and without bothering to think about it.
"It'll be the easiest money I ever made."
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"No hard feelings either way. I'm a little better at this stuff than at Atanj, you know."
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His Atanj game was improving but was still, frankly speaking, terrible.
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"Good morning."
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"You seem in high spirits this diurnal cycle."
Sometimes, the translation magic in effect took liberties to make Teyud more intelligible. Sometimes it...didn't.
Re: Whups I accidentally binned this tag without responding to it
"Yes, I suppose I am."
It was lucky for Teyud that Susan was very well read, although she was briefly caught offguard by the bizarre vernacular.
"I suppose I've slept well, recently."
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A slight teasing. Because there's no way. There's no way.
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"It's not like people only do that sort of thing at night, you know."
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"I suppose not."
It sounded like Susan had had a good time though, which led to only one possible conclusion:
"Did you admit the futility of attracting Edward's attention and look elsewhere, then?"
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"Of course not, I don't give up."
This was, of course, akin to admitting that she had indeed become.. intimate, with the infuriating ball of fluff, but as long as she didn't outright say it, she felt it was fine.
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Or as a normal person might say: You didn't!
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"I devised a strategy."
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"...Who did you abduct?"
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Ed probably would not have been as responsive to an actual person than to her holding a swimsuit hostage, she thought.
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"Clarification: What did you abduct?"
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"Are you aware of Edward's, uh. Obsession. With a certain article of clothing."
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The boy was thick.
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You know, the whole thing with Noir.
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She laughed slightly.
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Teyud did her best to imitate Susan's voice.
"In an effort to bring an end to hostilities, I am prepared to begin immolating individual articles of clothing until you see reason. It would benefit us both to cease this senseless conflict before I run out of socks."
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"Obviously, I'd be immolating THEIR clothes! It's probably cold there."
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"I have reason to anticipate an invasion, then. Blanc is a very vibrant land, but it is also FAR too warm for my tastes."
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"Maybe Noir just wants to be somewhere warm, that's why they started this."