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pawnstorm2016-09-17 11:15 am
rememberher) wrote in pawnstorm2016-09-17 11:15 am
Swords 101
Who: Lux Crownguard, and you!
Where: The Hall of Glory
When: Back-dated to early-to-mid September
What: A new weapon means learning a new way to fight.
Rating: PG probably? idk
[ Knees bent, feet at shoulders width, posture relaxed yet at the ready.
Repeating that mantra in her head, she moved swiftly, the gems on her bracelet the only light shining through the early morning darkness. Her breaths coming in gentle puffs, made visible by the cool autumn air, she moved through each training dummy with ease, practically dancing as she moved, and leaving yet more light in her wake.
Knees bent, feet at shoulders width, posture relaxed yet at the ready.
And with each one she passed, they began to glow, telling where she had been, where she had struck, bathing them in faint, golden light. Marking them. But with what? Perhaps the gently glowing form of what looked to be the hilt of a sword might have something to do with it.
Then all at once, she would dart away, quick on her feet (quicker than she might appear, as if someone had been training her, teaching her how she should move), casting out her left hand and— ]
Fosopye!
[ Prismatic light blossoming from the palm of her hand, it shattered into shards of iridescent glass, flying at each marked training dummy and imbedding themselves before detonating her golden mark.
Knees bent, feet at shoulders width, posture relaxed yet at the ready.
They were going to need more dummies at this rate. ]
[[Brackets or prose, doesn't matter to me. I'll match styles regardless.]]
Where: The Hall of Glory
When: Back-dated to early-to-mid September
What: A new weapon means learning a new way to fight.
Rating: PG probably? idk
[ Knees bent, feet at shoulders width, posture relaxed yet at the ready.
Repeating that mantra in her head, she moved swiftly, the gems on her bracelet the only light shining through the early morning darkness. Her breaths coming in gentle puffs, made visible by the cool autumn air, she moved through each training dummy with ease, practically dancing as she moved, and leaving yet more light in her wake.
Knees bent, feet at shoulders width, posture relaxed yet at the ready.
And with each one she passed, they began to glow, telling where she had been, where she had struck, bathing them in faint, golden light. Marking them. But with what? Perhaps the gently glowing form of what looked to be the hilt of a sword might have something to do with it.
Then all at once, she would dart away, quick on her feet (quicker than she might appear, as if someone had been training her, teaching her how she should move), casting out her left hand and— ]
Fosopye!
[ Prismatic light blossoming from the palm of her hand, it shattered into shards of iridescent glass, flying at each marked training dummy and imbedding themselves before detonating her golden mark.
Knees bent, feet at shoulders width, posture relaxed yet at the ready.
They were going to need more dummies at this rate. ]
[[Brackets or prose, doesn't matter to me. I'll match styles regardless.]]
[1/2]
So instead, when the exorcist finally did speak, Lux nodded gently, feeling the other girl place her hand gingerly over her own. Ah, good. Even if her signature felt a bit chaotic, this was good, right? Stabilizing, perhaps. She shook her head simply, her smile turning a bit more bright. ]
You don't need to thank me, it's the least I could do. We all come here feeling lost, and sometimes even just having someone to smile and say "it's all right" can make all the difference.
[ And her smile turning somewhat sheepish; ]
And I've never been good at dealing with seeing someone sad or alone. So I try to do everything I can to make them smile.
[ Which meant being somewhat pushy at times, but she didn't need to say that much... although it was certainly implied.
At the hand squeeze and her comment, her smile turned even more shy, and Lux brought her free hand to her cheek. ]
Sometimes I feel like I might be pestering him into being my friend, but...
[ And warming slightly, her hand fell back to her side as she shook her head. ]
But I'm glad that I could get to know him, that being brought to a world like this would let me meet someone like him. Is that strange of me to say? I feel like I'm stronger, having known him.