Saturos Prox
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I'm almost incapable of lying. I'd be a terrible spy.
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Post by Saturos Prox on Jan 25, 2010 13:14:16 GMT -6
Saturos caught Marle a few times on their journey up the stairs, the knight recruit almost falling over a couple of times. It wasn't too difficult catching the stumbling girl, since besides the armor she wore, she was actually quite light.
Brushing past a red-haired girl without a second thought, they reached their room. The room itself wasn't anything special, it's thin carpet and wooden walls fairly bland decoration, but then again, Saturos spent most of his time in the woods, so what did he care? He knew from experience that the beds were comfy, and that's really all that mattered. As Marle removed her armor and plopped down on one of the beds, Saturos unfastened his sword from his belt. Unsheathing it and giving it a once over, he placed the sword back in its sheath and under his pillow. Sitting down, he looked over towards Marle who was laying on her side looking at him.
"The room is better than I expected...I haven't been on a real bed in months and months.."
Saturos nodded. "It's a nice room," he said, bouncing up and down slightly on his bed. "And yeah, as much as I enjoy sleeping outdoors, it really is nice to have a nice warm bed to sleep in." The myrmidon looked out the window. The tavern crowd, while slowly dwindling, was still running at high power. The muted shots and yells could still be heard from the windows. Saturos laid back and stared at the ceiling. "Think you're ready for the hunt tomorrow?"
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Marle Daviau
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One word of encouragement, One person believing in me, It's all I need to become stronger.
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Post by Marle Daviau on Jan 25, 2010 14:39:17 GMT -6
Marle too, soon laid on her back, and looked at the ceiling. Her eyes fought to stay open, but soon, she just closed them, knowing sleep would take her soon, but she tried to stay awake just a little longer. Her breathing was silent, but she shook her head a bit, not knowing if he saw or not.
"I don't think there's any way to really be ready for a hunt. I have all that I have, and I am prepared, sure, but I don't think I'd ever be fully ready, even with months of notice..."
She trailed off a bit and turned her head to look at Saturos and nestled softly under covers, despite not needing them, to her, this was way too warm.
"Doesn't mean I don't want to quit, I'm still going you know!"
Marle didn't really mean to exclaim her point, but she did, and immediately realized it.
"Hahah...I'm pretty tired...I'll see you in the morning."
Marle flashed a thin smile, and then turned onto her back, and drifted off to sleep almost too quickly.
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Saturos Prox
Swordmaster
The Wildcard
I'm almost incapable of lying. I'd be a terrible spy.
Posts: 351
Etruria Fame: 1
Profession: Undercover Operative
Affinity: Anima
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Post by Saturos Prox on Jan 26, 2010 20:13:53 GMT -6
Nodding to Marle, Saturos removed his breastplate, pulling it off and dropping on the floor. Now shirtless, he pulled the blankets over himself and rolled over to face the wall.
"It is pretty late. I'll see you in the morning."
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Marle Daviau
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The Lance of the North
One word of encouragement, One person believing in me, It's all I need to become stronger.
Posts: 436
Illia Fame: 2
Affinity: Ice
OoC Alias: Marle
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Post by Marle Daviau on Jan 26, 2010 22:02:37 GMT -6
Morning came almost too quickly to Marle. The light flashed in her face, causing an immediate headache to rise. She lay there, lightly groaning as a hand came and covered her head and her eyes from the light. Slowly, she began to stand up, but she tried to remain quiet, she didn't want to rouse Saturos from his sleep before it was time. Grumbling, she found her boots, and strapped them on, leather bracings and the laces all, as well as her gauntlets ad plated gloves, then strapping on the heavy armor, making a loud grunt as they slipped comfortably onto her body and shoulders.
With lance in hand, she exited the room, and went to the common area of the inn, looking around briefly for a moment, and took a seat at one of the tables near a wall, and rested her lance up against her shoulder, a small sleeve being put over the end of her lance, like a form of sheath like a sword had, so it wouldn't injure anyone by accident.
She sat there, staring at the table for a moment, and yawned deeply, rubbing the back of her head. Her head still killed her, and would probably need to see a medicine woman before this hunt even began. This was a good deal of time till it began, assuming the way the populace was acting...it was pretty early in the morning afterall.
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Post by Syana Flamberge on Jan 26, 2010 22:20:43 GMT -6
Syana was up was at the crack of dawn. She had always been an earlier riser ever since she was a kid, something her father had always said was a good thing when it came to their line of work. She waited around in her room for a little bit until she heard the other patrons of the inn starting to wake as well. She quickly slipped on her standard mission clothes and armor before stretching and grabbing her sword. She hefted it onto her shoulder and left from her room.
As she walked into the common area she looked around at all the others there. Quite the bunch. She made her way through the room, looking around for some place to sit. Finally she spotted a small table with only another girl sitting be herself. Figuring it was her best option, she made her way over to the table. She sat in the chair across from the girl, who look like she was either sick or hungover. Or both. She left her sword go slowly to the ground, making a soft thud, and looked at her table-mate. "You like you've been in better health."
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Marle Daviau
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The Lance of the North
One word of encouragement, One person believing in me, It's all I need to become stronger.
Posts: 436
Illia Fame: 2
Affinity: Ice
OoC Alias: Marle
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Post by Marle Daviau on Jan 26, 2010 22:31:57 GMT -6
Marle didn't even look up at the person who pulled out the chair and seated across from her. She couldn't, the way the wooden legs scrapped across the floor grained in her head, then there was the dropping of something on the ground which ached her attention further. Once the words to Marle were issued, she looked up slowly at the red figure clad in black...or was it a black figure clad in red? She didn't know, there was just so much black and red.
A stupid grin worked over her lips, peering through her hair which had caught between her eyes. She bobbed a small nod and began to sit up straight, hugging the lance closer to her body, feeling a little unsettled.
"Hah...Its that obvious huh? No wonder, not like I'm trying to hide it.."
Marle drifted off a bit, and shook her head, mostly to shake her hair out of her face, brushing back a bit with a single hand.
"Indeed stranger, indeed...just a little drinking that I could not handle is all.." A Smirk worked over her face now in place of her previous expression. "You're from Ilia aren't you? I know that accent anywhere...where abouts are you from?"
If she was from Ilia, she had known she would be a mercenary...only mercenaries carried swords out of there, well, mostly, if they weren't with an army. Marle, however, was different, a failed Pegasus ride, and a knight hopeful now, she, in the eyes of Ilia, was strange, but she never waned to be a Pegasus rider in the first place, only a knight.
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Post by Syana Flamberge on Jan 26, 2010 22:53:30 GMT -6
This time it was Syana's turn to give a little nod. "You notice accents well. I am from Ilia, as you surmised. The far east of Ilia, to be precise. Fairly close to the sea, though we rarely went there." She wondered why she had said that. Not the type of thing she normally told people. She normally didn't tell them anything. Maybe it was because this girl was hungover. Or there was something else about her that she just couldn't put her finger on. She decided to ignore those feelings and move on.
"You're from Ilia too, correct?" Her eyes flicked down to her armor. "Heavy armor for a peg knight, isn't it? Unless..." she paused. "You're not a Peg Knight? Interesting. Very interesting..." She didn't wait for the girl to answer, more like she was talking to herself. "Rare to see a true knight out of Ilia, very rare indeed. But not unheard of." Her eyes scanned the girl again and she had to hide a smirk. Without realizing it, her mercenary instincts had gone to work, analyzing all she could about this girl in case a fight was needed. "I apologize. It was rude of me to talk of you like that." She actually did give a little smile this time. "Merc's habitats, you know."
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Marle Daviau
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The Lance of the North
One word of encouragement, One person believing in me, It's all I need to become stronger.
Posts: 436
Illia Fame: 2
Affinity: Ice
OoC Alias: Marle
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Post by Marle Daviau on Jan 26, 2010 23:08:24 GMT -6
Marle briefly nodded, and rubbed her head a little less now, as if the pain was going away, or being replaced with something to take the mind of it's own issues. She interlaced her fingers a bit and chuckled lightly at the analysis, not even paying much mind to it, nor did she head anything that warranted an apology.
Marle gave a brisk wave of dismissal for the apology, not needing any really. She leaned forwards slowly and flexed in her armor, stretching a bit.
"A knight, yes, that is what I am, or rather, going to be. I still don't feel like I've earned the right to wear it, nor strong enough to support myself in one-hundred plus pounds of armor."
Marle gave a brisk laugh and eyed the red headed woman suspiciously, not really knowing what to think. Knowing people by looking at them seemed to be more of a skill Saturos must have, being as worldly as he was. The young knight-recruit produced a heavy, gauntleted hand and expressed herself in welcome.
"My name is Marle Daviau, from a small village named Wicha in northern Ilia, pleasure to meet you."
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Post by Syana Flamberge on Jan 26, 2010 23:20:36 GMT -6
Syana looked at the girl's hand and paused for a second. After quickly running through at least seventeen different scenarios in her head, she reached out her hand and shook it. "Syana." She didn't give out any more information, partially cause she already stated where she came from, partially because she knew it wasn't good to give out too much information before she knew if a person was trust worthy or not.
She swept her gaze around the room again before returning to Marle again. "So, what brings a knight-in-training like you to a place like this?"
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Marle Daviau
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The Lance of the North
One word of encouragement, One person believing in me, It's all I need to become stronger.
Posts: 436
Illia Fame: 2
Affinity: Ice
OoC Alias: Marle
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Post by Marle Daviau on Jan 26, 2010 23:36:39 GMT -6
A quick shrug of her heavy shoulders was all she gave. Really, she didn't know why they were here, but then remembered a little about why they left Ilia, her, and Saturos. Pulling her hand back, she gave it a flex and grabbed ahold of her lance by the hilt, running her fingers up and down along it.
"I came here with a few companions, one a mercenary such as yourself. He was wounded when we fought brigands on the other side of the mountains, in Ilia, and this, oddly, was the closest village, so we brought him here, and said our goodbyes."
Marle looked up at where her room would be, as if she could see through the floor-boards, and sighed a bit, looking back at Syana.
"My companion and I are here to partake in the hunt..but I feel so rusty...would you spare with me, outside mind, you would win automatically in here...I can hardly swing my lance in such tight areas."
Marle gave a smile, but it was almost a dangerous smile, as she stood up. Syana was a few inches taller, and a few years older...if she had the experience that went with the age, it would be an interesting bit of knowledge for her to gain.
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Post by Syana Flamberge on Jan 26, 2010 23:49:06 GMT -6
Instantly a wide grin grew on Syana's face. She never could resist a challenge. "Why of course." she said, standing too. "Wouldn't wanna make it too easy for me," she added with a wink. She stretched her neck and lifted her sword back onto her shoulder before heading outside.
She took a deep breath of the fresh air just as she stepped outside, and it felt great. She did a few more quick stretches while she waited for Marle to make her way out as well. "So, since this was your idea, your rules. Let's hear 'em."
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Marle Daviau
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The Lance of the North
One word of encouragement, One person believing in me, It's all I need to become stronger.
Posts: 436
Illia Fame: 2
Affinity: Ice
OoC Alias: Marle
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Post by Marle Daviau on Jan 27, 2010 0:02:45 GMT -6
Marle followed close behind, brushing her hair out of the way again as it had a natural tendency to fall infront of her left eye. With the small sleeve on her lance, she didn't bother to remove it, since it would be part of her rules. Touching ground with the blue and gold embroidered tip of her lance, she gave a coy smile, not very sure of herself, but she needed to fight, she didn't want to get smacked around like she did by those brutes back in Ilia.
"I'm not much for rules, but so none of us get too hurt, leave your weapon in it's scabbard, for safety purposes...but to know who will yield quickest, my teacher had us fight rounds, where the first of us to land three blows onto the other's torso, will win."
She nodded and took a stance of readiness a good distance away from the mercenary, just incase she wanted to charge....and if she dd, she would be ready, with a single grip on her lance, and the covered tip pointing down at the ground.
"Whenever you're ready, Syana."
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Saturos Prox
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The Wildcard
I'm almost incapable of lying. I'd be a terrible spy.
Posts: 351
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Profession: Undercover Operative
Affinity: Anima
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Post by Saturos Prox on Jan 27, 2010 1:36:53 GMT -6
Saturos woke up to the sound of birds chirping and sun poking in through the windows. Slowly wiping the sleep out of his eyes, he yawned groggily and turned towards the window. How late was it? Usually he was quite the early riser, preferably before the sun rose again, but it seemed that this bed had gotten the best of him. It didn't help that he hadn't slept like this in a good long while.
Crawling out of bed, the myrmidon noticed Marle and the red haired girl they had walked past the night before standing outside, brandishing their weapons. A morning spar, perhaps? Marle didn't seem the type to get into pointless conflict.
With a shrug, Saturos bent down, picking up his armor, and slipped it over his head, adjusting it's straps until it was snug. He tossed his cloak over his shoulders, fastened his sword to his belt, and with a crack of his neck, headed downstairs.
The first floor was fairly empty this morning. Save for a lone man sipping coffee in the corner of the lounge area, it was completely dead. Kind of peaceful. Silently, the swordsman headed outside and sat on a barrel next to the door to watch the upcoming spar.
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Post by Syana Flamberge on Jan 27, 2010 12:45:59 GMT -6
Syana watched the recruit get into her stance. She had to admit, it seemed to be a solid one, good for both offense and defense. She checked to make sure her sword was tightly fastened within it's scabbard. Wouldn't be good if it went fly off in the middle of the spar. "Three blows, huh?" She double checked her armor and re-strapped her gauntlets. Finally, she lifted her sword back onto her shoulder and stared at Marle.
She tried to run over several scenarios in her head, but it was difficult to predict with her lack of knowledge concerning her fighting style. Normally she knew whether or not she wanted to attack or defend first, but in this case she was uncertain. She drummed lightly on the grip of her sword as she thought. "Lances over swords," she had heard her father say dozens of times, so the only thing she knew for certain was that she was already at a disadvantage. She couldn't help but give another little smirk. This was gonna be fun. "Ready," she said, her mind finally made up. To use her second eldest brother's favorite motto, 'go big or go home,' and she'd never learn anything by just waiting. With that, she dug her feet into the ground before sprinting at Marle.
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Marle Daviau
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The Lance of the North
One word of encouragement, One person believing in me, It's all I need to become stronger.
Posts: 436
Illia Fame: 2
Affinity: Ice
OoC Alias: Marle
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Post by Marle Daviau on Jan 27, 2010 12:57:48 GMT -6
Marle wasn't as nervous as she may have been before. She knew how to fight now, and was getting better at it. She would never be as quick as the mercenary, not really, but she could tell right now, that she was stronger as far as strength came to it, she had to have been, she was wearing all this armor which took a great amount of strength to support, but that sword...Marle looked at that sword, and grimaced a bit...it must have weighed a good amount as well.
Marle didn't seem troubled by the sudden advance of the Mercenary, rather, instead, she loosened up, bouncing upon the balls of her feet, and charged a little more cautiously, her lance's tip just skirting above the ground by a few inches, and then stopped. Once in striking range, she lashed out, her lance came up, to spear the young woman on her tip and stop her cold, but moved as if it were a feint, and jumped back, swiping her weapon at the girl's feet to trip her up.
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