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Post by Alkonost Storm on Aug 26, 2013 14:20:21 GMT -8
Marshya passed her the soap and a sponge. "Be sure to do it thoroughly...or will I have to do the scrubbing for you?"
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Post by lovely corte on Aug 26, 2013 19:23:10 GMT -8
Looking at the other knight, being one of the few there who wasn't a 'Ser' in the conventional sense, he nodded and smiled. Carefully, he delicately placed his bow against the crate, before he threw his quiver alongside it. He cracked his knuckles.
Reaching for a training sword, he swung it experimentally in the air. He laughed, smiling.
"Come, Annus," He bellowed, settling into their designated area. "To become bloodied brothers on the sand, we should first test each-other, yes?"
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Post by Fiery Firefly on Aug 26, 2013 20:50:06 GMT -8
Damia nodded and began scrubbing herself hard enough that her dark skin had a reddish tint to it. She kind of wished she could just relax in the soothing water, but she knew that Marshya wasn't gonna let her.
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Post by Adlai Stevenson on Aug 27, 2013 20:16:17 GMT -8
Listening carefully at the realization that the two had known each-other from their own youths, Jayla smiled, a loud bellowing laugh soon following as he clapped his hands together. "Oh! Oh! Ennis!" He said, forcing the words out of his mouth, forming more-so into the word 'Anus'. "Ennis, you are a lucky man! You two are world's apart, yet drawn together, yes? That draws spirit to the heart. If only Jayla were to find more of this in the world." Still laughing, he cupped 'Anus' around the shoulder before dragging the two off to the doorway. "You are a lucky man, Ennis!" He chuckled. "To have once stood so familiar with such a beautiful woman, yes?" And with that, he allowed the man his freedom as he delicately picked up his relic bow, sheathing his dagger. "Come. Let us draw familiarity in each-others ways." He said. "And show each-other equal measure of skill, yes?" Uneasily, Ennis allowed the Islander to clap him on the shoulder, fist clenching and relaxing out of Jayla's line of sight as he dealt with the awkward coal-skinned warrior. A compliment was a compliment, he supposed grimly. "Lucky," he repeated as they walked to the courtyard. Having his weapon returned to him was a relief to the hedge knight, feeling the overwhelming weight of his massive sword in his hands. For the first time, he smiled to Jayla, though it was much more of a smirk, if anything. He was eager to knock this foreigner on his ass and send him packing - one limb at a time - back to the Summer Isles, and frowned when the Lady's guard dog warned them off their real weapons, offering them toys in their stead. "Very well, Smiling Jayla," Ennis replied as he followed as well, placing his sword down beside Jayla's equipment and brandishing a dulled practice blade. "You wish for a test? You've got yourself one." Ennis barged forward, striking vertically for Jayla's outstretched wrist, the hand holding his weapon. "It's a damned shame it's a test you're bound to fail!" The hedge knight's tone sounded something along the lines of playful, but his tactics were as fierce and aggressive as a real battle, or what little he knew of them.
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Post by lovely corte on Aug 28, 2013 0:45:16 GMT -8
It was a testament to his character and his namesake that despite it all, Jayla continued to wear his smile, showing it both in his eyes as well. It was on this ground, in this environment, that Jayla found his true purpose in life.
Twisting his arm, he attempted to parry the blade with his own and force his weight onto it in an effort to shove Ennis off his feet. While he had the power and the aggressive velocity, Jayla had the experience and the training, coming from a background well versed in this, with expensive training and weaponry put into his.
However, and what Jayla always appreciated, was how it brought in the true testament of a man. No lies among those who fought, an intimate experience for both parties willing to see it.
"That's it, Annus!" Jayla bellowed, encouraging his companion, even as he attempted to beat him within an inch of his life. "Very good, Annus!"
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Post by JW% on Aug 28, 2013 14:40:43 GMT -8
"So very confident." Lilyan said of Jayla. "He doesn't seem to be taking this seriously at all. Do you think he's trying to wear down the more aggressive one?"
Jayla was showing more skill in the fight, while Ennis was showing more aggression and seriousness. Ennis seemed to have the advantage at the moment, by the narrowest of margins, holding Jayla on the defensive. But Ennis was wasting his strength with these heavy blows that Jayla diverted or stepped away from. The question was if he had that much more stamina to waste on such attacks.
In short both of the men were showing their weaknesses, as well as their strengths.
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Post by Alkonost Storm on Aug 28, 2013 19:21:53 GMT -8
"He could be. Alternately, he's naturally like that all the time." At the idea of being confronted with that personality every day, Alayna briefly considered asking a servant to bring them some hippocras, then changed her mind. She needed her head clear to properly gauge their strengths and flaws.
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Post by Adlai Stevenson on Aug 28, 2013 19:23:09 GMT -8
The Islander knew how to handle a blade, he'd give him that.
That, mind you, and not much else.
Ennis stumbled sideways, nearly losing his balance as his momentum was thrown off-kilter by Jayla's parry and dodge, taking the weight and force he put into his strike and turning it back against him. With a firmly-planted foot, he stopped himself from falling, steadied his grasp on his blade, and went in for another blow, raining a flurry of vertical strikes down over his opponent, much quicker than his initial attack, but significantly less powerful, a sacrifice he could only hope the Islander was too stupid to exploit.
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Post by Fiery Firefly on Aug 28, 2013 19:47:53 GMT -8
After several minutes, Damia was scrubbed as thoroughly as she could. The water had turned lukewarm at this point, and it'd turned a grotesque brownish color from all the grime that had been scrubbed off. She got out of the tub and stood in front of Marshya, naked, shivering and extremely uncomfortable.
"Do...do you have anything for me to wear?" she asked.
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Post by Alkonost Storm on Aug 28, 2013 20:24:44 GMT -8
"It's on the bed. But first, dry yourself properly." Marshya replied, thrusting a thick towel into Damia's arms. "In the meantime, I shall fetch Miss Grey." And with that Marshya turned and left, trusting the girl would have enough common sense to avoid getting in trouble.
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Post by Fiery Firefly on Aug 28, 2013 21:25:43 GMT -8
Damia rubbed herself down with the towel and then went to inspect her clothes . They were rather plain, in earthy brown hues, but they were clean and they weren't rags like her old clothes. She slipped them on and waited for "Miss Grey" whoever she was, to show up.
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Post by lovely corte on Aug 29, 2013 1:28:32 GMT -8
Allowing the man to strike, Jayla parried each vertical blow, straining slightly to remain under form despite the pressure, but forcing the man to exhaust himself and reveal his flaws to the man before Jayla would strike. As he finished up his strike, Jayla staggered back.
Jogging slightly, Jayla grinned, panting. He spun the blade before he looked at his 'companion'.
"You're quick to hack away, yet pay no mind to the finer details." He remarked, before he lunged at Ennis himself with his blade pointed out, directly at the man, before he attempted to feign the maneuver and slash at the man's mid-section. "It is an art form, as much as making love to a woman."
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Post by JW% on Aug 29, 2013 11:52:01 GMT -8
"I do wish he wouldn't make such similies." Lilyandra hissed with a look of disgust. "They are inaccurate and demeaning to those who have made their lives with such skills."
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Post by Alkonost Storm on Aug 29, 2013 14:50:58 GMT -8
"He's likely all talk." Alayna murmured in response as she watched the battle. "But yes, such comparisons are out of place, Miss Valras. I suspect he's simply trying to agitate Ser Ennis, never mind that he's been agitated since meeting him."
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Some minutes later, there was a soft knock at the door and the door opened to reveal a pretty woman of middle-age, dressed in a grey dress and cowl. If not for the door, being in front of where Damia currently faced, she would never have heard her: the woman's footfalls were silent. The woman cleared her throat, her piercing eyes locking with Damia's.
"Ah, so you're the girl Groat was talking about earlier. I am Rona Grey and I'm here to discuss what we'll be doing to further your career as a Sworn Sword of House Sands."
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Post by Adlai Stevenson on Aug 29, 2013 23:10:59 GMT -8
Ennis was evidently tiring as he continued his offensive on Smiling Jayla, his training blade heaving back and swinging forward with as much force as he could muster as he attempted to not only overpower the Islander, but gain superior footing over him as well, keeping his attacks forward and aggressive as he wailed on his opponent, to limited success.
He wasn't exactly listening to the man as he perceivably talked down to him, preparing to redoubt on his earlier assault when the quick thrust of the oncoming sword sent him reeling, attempting to feebly swat away the sword with a light parry of his own, the tip of the blade nearly poking the dead center of his chest plate.
"The finer details mean all of horseshit when you've got your back pressed to--oh fuck me!" Ennis braced against the wide slash of Jayla's sword with a block by his own - luck and quick reflexes, rather than actual skill. This, however, didn't stop him from tripping over his own boots, tumbling to the dusty ground with a dull blade to his throat and his own weapon out of his grip, just out of reach after letting it go in the tumult.
"--the wall," he muttered, finishing his earlier statement with a wad of phlegmy spit at the Islander's feet and a priceless expression of indignant defeat on his face.
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Post by JW% on Aug 29, 2013 23:18:04 GMT -8
Lilyandra shook her head sadly, but gave Lady Sands a chance to speak first.
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Post by lovely corte on Aug 29, 2013 23:21:20 GMT -8
As Ennis began to tumble and dodge in a rapid attempt to deflect the blow, a technique that Jayla would figure would turn against him in the entirety of it all, which it did, allowing Jayla a reprieve to stand. Panting, he stood over the man.
"You do not fuck, fuck, fuck, merely slapping yourself inside of her," Jayla continued, uncaring of his disdain for his remarks, "You ease in, gentle technique. You will learn, Brother."
With that, he discarded his blade off to the side, smiling and laughing, before he leaned over and grabbed Ennis's hand.
"Come. Stand." Jayla said, dusting the man off slightly. "You fought well. Any man would do well to call you brother upon the sand."
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Post by Fiery Firefly on Sept 1, 2013 22:10:48 GMT -8
"He's likely all talk." Alayna murmured in response as she watched the battle. "But yes, such comparisons are out of place, Miss Valras. I suspect he's simply trying to agitate Ser Ennis, never mind that he's been agitated since meeting him." ~~~~~~~~ Some minutes later, there was a soft knock at the door and the door opened to reveal a pretty woman of middle-age, dressed in a grey dress and cowl. If not for the door, being in front of where Damia currently faced, she would never have heard her: the woman's footfalls were silent. The woman cleared her throat, her piercing eyes locking with Damia's. "Ah, so you're the girl Groat was talking about earlier. I am Rona Grey and I'm here to discuss what we'll be doing to further your career as a Sworn Sword of House Sands." "I'm... uhh Damia." she said awkwardly, "So a...Sworn Sword huh? Didn't know you got that honor from stealing stuff."
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Post by Alkonost Storm on Sept 1, 2013 23:07:17 GMT -8
"I suppose there can be honor in being such. In any case, you have quite a bit of training ahead of you, Damia, both in learning things you didn't know and unlearning ones you did only so that you may learn these again to do them right."
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Post by Fiery Firefly on Sept 1, 2013 23:33:44 GMT -8
"...How do you know I did anything wrong?" she asked.
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Post by Alkonost Storm on Sept 2, 2013 0:06:50 GMT -8
"I'll know when I put you through your paces." Rona stated as though it was answer enough. "As I understand it, you already have some knowledge of thievery. With me you shall learn more than that: how to blend with the crowd's, discern people's true motives from their words and actions, manipulate circumstances to your convenience, and more besides."
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Post by Adlai Stevenson on Sept 2, 2013 16:46:14 GMT -8
As Ennis began to tumble and dodge in a rapid attempt to deflect the blow, a technique that Jayla would figure would turn against him in the entirety of it all, which it did, allowing Jayla a reprieve to stand. Panting, he stood over the man. "You do not fuck, fuck, fuck, merely slapping yourself inside of her," Jayla continued, uncaring of his disdain for his remarks, "You ease in, gentle technique. You will learn, Brother." With that, he discarded his blade off to the side, smiling and laughing, before he leaned over and grabbed Ennis's hand. "Come. Stand." Jayla said, dusting the man off slightly. "You fought well. Any man would do well to call you brother upon the sand." The more Jayla smiled and laughed, the more Ennis glared and scowled. He begrudgingly accepted the Islander's coal-skinned hand, hoisting himself upward, though shirking away his efforts to dust his already less-than-shining armor off. Normally, he would have considered throwing whatever the victor of the spar said right back in their face, dishonor or no, but a compliment was indeed a compliment, and the Islander sounded genuine - a particularly rare trait in the land of Westeros. "Right then," Ennis replied, clearing his throat. He nodded to Jayla. "You fought well as, uhh, well. You will be more than a match for any fool with a sword in Westeros."
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Post by Alkonost Storm on Sept 2, 2013 17:05:16 GMT -8
Ser Hugo nodded and motioned for them to put up the practice swords. "Your fighting prowess is good enough, and whatever needs work can be improved upon later. In the meantime, on the Lady's behalf, I welcome you both to House Sands."
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Post by JW% on Sept 4, 2013 16:44:21 GMT -8
Lilyandra sighed and gave Alayna a sympathetic look. "It seems we all have work ahead of us." She said, "You'd best go welcome your new Sworn Swords. I will be certain to put in appearances and, if you wish, give you my private consultation. Until then, I shouldn't take any more of your valuable time."
Lilyan nodded but didn't immediately move to depart, waiting for either implicit or explicit permission to leave.
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Post by lovely corte on Sept 4, 2013 17:23:32 GMT -8
Picking up his discarded blade, he racked it for a moment before he stretched out, scratching at his side as he waddled over to the older knight, smiling.
"It is good, yes?" Jayla said, cupping Ennis around the shoulders, squeezing and shaking him. "To be born brothers upon the sand, now tested? House Sands would do well to make a note of us, yes?"
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Post by Alkonost Storm on Sept 4, 2013 18:57:58 GMT -8
Lilyandra sighed and gave Alayna a sympathetic look. "It seems we all have work ahead of us." She said, "You'd best go welcome your new Sworn Swords. I will be certain to put in appearances and, if you wish, give you my private consultation. Until then, I shouldn't take any more of your valuable time." Lilyan nodded but didn't immediately move to depart, waiting for either implicit or explicit permission to leave. Alayna nodded. "In the meantime, there are some people in Draketown that you can get in contact with."
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Post by JW% on Sept 4, 2013 20:30:06 GMT -8
"I will endeavor to make speak with them." Lilyan respectfully performed a feminine curtsy.
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Post by Alkonost Storm on Sept 4, 2013 21:24:40 GMT -8
"Carellen Swyft and Erika Lloys are the girls you want to talk to. You can find them at the tavern called The Cackling Adder." Pause. "A strange name but not the worst."
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Post by JW% on Sept 6, 2013 22:36:32 GMT -8
"Carellen Swyft and Erika Lloys." Lilyan repeated with a nod. "I would meet with them then, if that is your advise. Thank you for your time." She still didn't move to leave, though really they were out in the open air, while Alayna would be heading to meet with somebody else about now, unless she had anything more to add.
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Post by Alkonost Storm on Sept 7, 2013 5:33:59 GMT -8
"It is no problem. I hope yours is a pleasant day, Lilyandra of Lys." And with that, the dismissal. Not to mention, Alayna did have other things to see to at that moment.
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