| In plain sight attached to the school is the headquarters for the Guardians of the Blade. They have tasked themselves with keeping order and protecting the laws of the school. Commander: Triake Cernian Members: Molly Seeker Aimu Nicole Clan Relations: (At War-Tense-Unfriendly-Neutral-Friendly-Trusting-Allied) Ninja - Friendly Martial arts and swordsmen and women - At War |
TriakeJul 30, 2010 1:49 PM
| Triake opened the doors and walked in, he looked around... it was empty. That was to be expected none of the other members had arrived yet. He was still waiting for some to come from the forests as well as recruit some new faces. He beckoned the girls to follow behind him as he spoke over his shoulder. "Are you girls hungry? Aimu, how is your leg, the one you cut in our spar?" When the armour was of, she might be an attractive creature, human but with her quirks... when his armour was on, she was Aimu, Guardian of the Blade, a member of his family. He was ready to prepare food for them if needed but if not he could get on to business. "You two are going to fight each other when Aimu is able to, The Guardians need a second and I think you ladies possess enough... skills to temper and match my own. Now I need only see a test of strenght. This is an order... but the fight can wait if you would like to rest or eat... maybe even bathe in the baths area." He would probably bath himself... in the mixed bathing area was always good as you always ended up speaking to someone interesting. Most people went to their respective gender sections but he enjoyed sitting in the mixed one, it was his favourite. |
| Aimu is careful not to bang her naginata against the doorframe when she enters. The blade is properly covered as to not accidentally cause any damage to it and the surrounding. “Waah~,” she says as she looks around and up. Fancy. “Hmm, my leg. It seems to be doing okay. The injury is pretty minor; it just looks ugly. I hope it doesn’t scar though.” With the mention of food, she asks, “Is there any cake?” Her body wasn’t that strong, and the previous sparring session had been a bit intense, so she feels like relaxing for a bit, even though it has been a while since the fight. |
| When Molly walked in, she was not feeling as apprehensive. She had been here before, only once and she only remembered a small amount of it, but it was a start. She knew what to expect. But as she heard that she would have to fight Aimu, Molly looked at the girl shyly. It wasn't fighting with her she did not like the idea of, but fighting itself. She would rather be a strategist of sorts. Or maybe she could design the clan armour, she did have a talent with art. But thinking over it was useless. "The cake's over here." she told Aimu, though maybe only saying it aloud as she was hungry herself. She took a slice and nibbled on it lightly, when she swallowed her first bite, she seemed amazed. "So good!" |
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| “Oh? There really is cake. How unexpected.” Aimu says in a deadpan manner. She leans her naginata against a counter, and walks over to examine the cake. She watches Molly’s expression blankly, and goes to gather the things she requires to begin eating. “Mmm, not bad,” Aimu says calmly after her first bite. “Do you guys always have access to this kind of luxury? It’s kind of amazing in a way.” |
| Molly nodded. "I've only been here once before and they had cake then, so I can only assume it's always here." For a moment, she wondered just who was it who baked it. If it was here all the time, someone would have to bake a fresh one every few days. Was it Triake? No... he didn't seem like the baking type. "As for the other luxuries, I don't see why not..." she was surprisingly content talking so casually. Usually it took enough bravery just to say here in roll call. |
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| *apperas from nowhere* not to shabby not to shabby at all pretty nice place*disappereas* |
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| “Hmm...” Aimu stares intently at Molly for a moment and then turns to stare at Triake for a while before turning back. “How mysterious. Cake that is always here.” She finishes the last of her cake before continuing. “It doesn’t taste like there’s anything wrong with it. The school must be very generous,” she says as she moves over to help herself to some more cake. “Just humbly accept their gifts of kindness, or something like that,” she says with her fork waving around in the air very slightly, then continues eating. |
| Triake nodded as the sampled the cake and with a smile says. "I'm glad you ladies like it, I guess I'll have to make more then." He walks away from them unclipping his swords. The claymore, then the broadswords, then the katana. He places them on a small bench and stretches out. He motions to the pile. "When you are finished eating, could you put my daggers on the pile, Molly. Thank you." He unstrapped his white platemail like armour, and put it down. Triake turned and waved behind his head as he walked away. "Make sure you leave a slice of that cake, I will want some after my bath." He walked away not wanting either girl to see the happiness in his face. It's good! Tia'ersha will like it them! |
| "Yeah, I guess if we question it, they might take it away." she replied before she heard what Triake had said. So he did make it...? She helped herself to another piece and slowly munched away at it. Hearing the order, she swallowed and nodded. "Okay..." She didn't question why she was being told to do it, but when she did finished the slice of cake, she placed the daggers on top of the pile of swords. "Now what...?" |
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| “Aa~n, what to do, what to do?” Aimu finishes her cake and places her fork down on the plate. “Oi, you saw me fight, right? Is there anything you can teach me? Let’s go training, training. Pervert guy’s in the bath, so we shouldn’t go near there, probably...” Aimu blinks a few times and walks over to her naginata. |
| Molly's eyes grew wide from behind her glasses. "T-training?" she shook her head shyly, afraid to admit it. "I.... uh... I can't fight..." being in a room where everyone else was adept at combat, Molly wondered if she should at least try. Acting intimidating was hard enough, being able to back it up was probably even harder! She was silent for a moment, "But maybe... could you teach me some pointers?" |
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| “Hmm.” Aimu presses a finger against her temple and thinks for a moment, making the type of face one makes when trying to make the fact obvious. “You were fighting before weren’t you? ...or perhaps that was an action double. Are you a movie star, or something like that?” Aimu says in a deadpan manner, pointing her finger at Molly, but in a non-intimidating way. After a moment of blank staring, Aimu says, “I guess I can teach a little bit, but it’s not like I’m any good.” It seems like she has already accepted what she said earlier as true, and is acting like it’s no big deal. |
| Molly looked at her strangely. "What do you mean? I was watching your fight the whole time." Or at least, from what I can remember. It did seem a little fuzzy... She let the thought pass. Molly pulled out the dagger she had from before. "You probably know more than I do." she commented as she prepared herself. It was a couple seconds before she realized she had been holding the knife wrong and she corrected herself. |
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| “Maybe we should go someplace else. It wouldn’t be nice to cut up the furniture, or something like that, but where can we go? I’m still not that familiar with this place.” Aimu picks up her naginata and rests the pole against her shoulder. “Do you know anywhere we can go that’s close?” |
| Molly nodded. "Uhm... I think there's a court outside that we could use." she thought aloud. As she said it, she peeked out the window to her right. Just beside it was a rectangular fenced off area. "That looks good." Molly noted and slowly headed for the door. |
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| *apperas*hello ladys looking for a place to training sorry i couldn't help listening in on the conversation you can come to my clans quarters of course no ones there because i have no members but there's practice dummys and that stuff.oh and molly don't let traike push you around all he's done is push you around telling you to get him stuff and that aimu he almost killed you.me i'm not that kind of person first the dummys then i traing you not kill you no where close to that.and we might be all alone me and the to of you but i ain't perverted |
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| Molly squeaks as the sudden presence of Conan surprised her. While he spoke, she bore a shy expression, nearly hiding behind Aimu. It was like one of those store owners who tried to get you to buy their product; she never had any idea how to deal with them! "Um..." she looked towards the room Triake was in, then back to Conan. People from other clans weren't supposed to be here, were they? She turned her head to Aimu, wondering what she would say. |
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| Aimu looks around her as she notices Molly’s reaction to Conan’s presence. “Is Root-beer Guy even supposed to be here?” Aimu says, ignoring everything Conan had said. She stares at him suspiciously, then raises her wrist up to her nose, letting her loose sleeve cover the lower portion of her face, and turns her head very slightly so that she’s looking at him at an angle. “The way Root-beer Guy’s treating us is thoroughly suspicious. What do we do, Timid-girl?” |
| "T-Timid girl?" she seemed both shocked and insulted. After trying so hard, she was no different! Why is it so hard to be valiant?! Letting her new nickname pass for now, Molly thought about a course of action. "Maybe if we ignore him, he'll go away..." she mumbled, loud enough for Aimu to hear, but low enough so Conan would not. It worked when people were bothering her during her reading, why wouldn't it work now? |
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| ignore me why i was just asking if you wished to train with me *ear twichtes*traike is coming well you got what you asked for me to go away bye*traike walks in*and molly show some back bone don't let traike push you around.bye*disapperras* |
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| Triake sat in the bath, he had almost left but he felt the thing was gone. He wanted to relax a little... he should go out to see her, it was the right thing to do, maybe take some of the cake with him. He closed his eyes and tilted his head back and sighed as he said a prayer in Sylvaan, hoping she was still safe and well. Triake checked his body, no scars or scratches... but that might chance after a visit with her. He smiled and stood. He began walking to the edge of the bath. |
| *apperas infront of triake blindfolded*hello triake goodbye *disapperas* |
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| Triake suddenly stops Conan from disappearing trapping him in a wind barrier. "You coming here is a violation of many clan treaties, if you want our clans to be at war, keep provoking me..." Triake didn't want to hear anything from him. "Now leave and don't enter again without permission or it will be war next time." Triake suddenly connects his barrier to a wind door on the outside and shifts Conan himself. As he stepped out of the bath, he is already dry. Triake begins to put on his clothes again as he thinks about what he is going to do next. |
| why the hell is it so windy in here. war i have no means for that i just love this new gadget i got. |
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| Triake continues dressing and pulls back on his chainmail as he exits the bath, a slight smile on his face for Aimu and Molly, his decision made about going decided... he was actually in a rather chipper mood. "I would like to talk to you girls for a moment." He looked at them both, sparing them equal attention, personal interests aside, he wanted to know something. Aimu's technique had been good, but the way she had got flustered made him wonder. Molly seemed completely different from how she was before... both cases indicated a lack of something so he wanted to find out. He picked up his cermonial daggers and twirled them around in his hands. "Have either of you girls been formally schooled in your combat? Have you had masters or teachers?" |
| *2 conan appera* hello aimu molly traike heres a lesson for you which is me. and traike i have no wish for war i'm just lonely and aimu and molly seem pretty nice |
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| Molly still seemed uneasy with Conan. She shook her head to Triake's question, slightly embarrassed to say, but not about to lie and seem impressive either(he would have figured it out anyway) "No..." Truth be told, she barely knew how to hold her weapon. And fighting scared her, what if she got herself sliced into bits? Yes, fights should be kept in the books. |
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| *3 more conan appera*hello*all 5 say*damn a love this |
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| “Ah, Pervert Guy’s back. Um...” Aimu raises a finger to her chin and looks up slightly as she thinks. “I’ve never had any particular long-lasting Master, but I bugged people to train me back in an old clan. They always told me I should aim to be a caster instead though.” Aimu looks down at her feet for a moment before raising her head again. “Oi oi, more Root Beer Guys now, seriously?” Aimu remarks, then sighs to herself. |
| *5 more conan apperea*hiya*all conan say*this is fun |
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| Triake suddenly lifts a hand surrounding the things, whatever they were, that looked like Conan in sound-proof wind barriers, two way so that nothing would go in or out so they would have some privacy, he spoke with his back towards the things. "I thought so... would you like me to teach you how to handle yourselves? I know a bit about the use of the knife and dagger." He stopped spinning his daggers and raised a hand in Aimu's direction. A gentle wind lifted her hair slightly. "I don't know much about Naginata ryuu, but I do know alot about controlling the wind." He placed the sheathed daggers on his wrist gauntlets and waited for their answer. |
| ha ha triake these things are holograms *conan walks in with a wierd device on his arm* |
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| “Ooh!” Aimu seems impressed. The wind blowing her hair up momentarily reveals a red dragon tattoo on the side of her neck. “Ah, another wind user. Training would be nice; I’m always looking for more. Any kind of sparring would be helpful too,” she replies. |
| Triake smiles and with a wave of his hand places a wind barrier over the real human boy. "There are many practical applications to wind ability, I could teach you a few of those too... anything I can do to help my clan, Tattoo Girl." Saying such a thing felt strange on his tongue but perhaps this was how the girl liked to communicate... he would make the effort for his clan. "I will see to your training then... for both of you, would you two like to fight before or after training?" |
| ha ha triake that not me either |
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| Aimu shirks back a little at the mention of ‘Tattoo Girl.’ How unexpected! “I used to think that the wind was pretty useless, but I’m starting to change my mind. Since then, I’ve discovered some interesting uses.” She nods her head a little bit in agreement with herself, then eyes Conan suspiciously. “We were going to train earlier before Root Beer Guy appeared out of nowhere, but either order is fine for me,” she says to Triake. |
| Molly blinked. "Uhm..." Fighting scared her immensely, but... that was what brave people did, didn't they? They could fight and defend themselves in a tussle. "O... okay. I'll try." she said with a nod. She looked at Aimu, not liking the idea of fighting her just yet. Molly pushed up her glasses and said. "After the training." After all, fighting against her would be hard if she knew nothing of battle in the first place. And holding it off as long as she could, though seemingly a coward's way, she would rather that than try to fight now. |
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| *out of nowhere conans voice*hello all i have a question for you it's simple is this the real me is it or am i hidden am i take i guess |
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| As he detects the movement in the air associated with sound, he had been concentrating for it. He immediately set up a cube of wind around them that would block out any sounds getting in or out. He then started to expand this cube as he talked. "I guess since his insistence in interfering in our work is continuing I should make a formal declaration of war then..." Triake said to himself before he looked at the other two. "You can probably feel the air is moving around us differently and that now there is a little echo... but bear with it for a moment please." He cleared his throat and looked at Molly. "I'm taking you into the bath to start your training and when I have given you the basics you can continue on your own for a while." He looked to Aimu. "Tattoo Girl, if you could wait a moment, I'll train you outside in the courtyard unless you want to learn in the bath too." He smiled gently... he did know some interesting things wind magic could do with water. |
| “Na-!” Aimu stares at Triake incredulously. “Exactly what kind of training are you going to give Timid Girl in the bath!?” She points an accusing finger at him and continues. “That’s beyond suspicious! Pervert Guy is obviously trying to have his way with her!” She stops to clear her throat and her expression changes instantly into one that is calm and carries an almost uninterested feel. “Oh well, if Timid Girl wants to then it’s no problem,” she says and turns around flippantly.” |
| Triake laughed as he looked at the accusing finger.It's amazing... I laugh because she's family had she been a random human I might have cut off her hand. The dark thoughts tempered his laughter into a slight smile. "Well, if I am going to have my way with her... is Tattoo Girl saying that she wants to come and watch... maybe join in?" Triake smirked at her, happy they could joke about this. When he thought on it, it might be easier to teach Aimu wind tricks in the bath.... |
| Aimu stares blankly at nothing for a moment amidst the laughing. When Triake asks her to join in, she just waves her hand around over her shoulder without turning back to look at him. “Pass,” she says coldly. “Hmm, I wonder if there’s anything nice to drink,” Aimu says in a deadpan manner, then walks towards the kitchen-like area and starts looking around for her objective. |
| Molly's eyes grew wide. "The b-bath?! Why?" What if Aimu was right and he was going to try funny things?! What he said after was not any more comforting. She had disturbing images of groping and grabbing hands, and was instantly horrified. But was it a bad idea to deny a request from the clan leader? This was definitely what a hero would do, they would do something daring. And if he did try something, she had a knife. "Okay... but only if you promise not to do anything like that." |
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| no please no war this is just fun very fun if you want to know where i am well you need to look |
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| Triake nods and smiles at her, he moves closer and puts a hand on her shoulder. "Do you mind your clothes getting wet or would you prefer to put on a swimming outfit?" He is careful to move slowly while he strokes her shoulder gently. "Don't worry I can wait for you in the bath... it is training don't worry." Triake waits for her response patiently. |
| *5 more conan appear*pervert have you no respect for these ladys you don't givre them an oppetion they put a swimsuit on actully the shouldn't do this at all |
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| Molly eyed him as he moved closer. Still wary of what happened at the river, she wondered if it was safe to even go into the bath! Hearing Conan's words made her even more alert. She took the end of her braid and twirled her fingers around it shyly before answering. "I think a swimsuit would be good..." Were there some for her to use, she wondered. |
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| He watched as she deliberated the choice, watching her mannerisms closely. She is hesitant but she puts her faith in the fact that I am her leader. He smiled gently at her. His other hand and touches her chin gently, tilting her head up so she was looking into his grey almond shaped eyes. "We've both danced among the trees and run with the animals, you can trust me as a fellow elf, Molly." He said gently. Triake allowed his hand to drop and opened his barrier once again. "There are swim suits in the bath area. Please go put one in and call out to me when you are ready." His voice returned to its normal tone and pitch, but he spared her a smile, one like that he would give to a shy faun. |
| Aimu takes a tetra-pack of strawberry milk tea from the fridge, and lazily lets its door close itself as she walks away from it. She pokes the thin straw into the foil and starts to sip on her drink audibly as she heads towards the exit, picking up her naginata along the way. “Oi, Root Beer Guy, where are you? Train me or buy me some yaoi.” She isn’t afraid to ask members of other clans to train her, as she felt any experience is beneficial. |
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