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 Posted: Thu Aug 03, 2006 9:29 pm
*Mell chuckles once again* None so long as me.
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Posted: Thu Aug 03, 2006 9:37 pm
*Hajime gives Melliandra a rarely glimpsed gift: her smile*
Woman with eyes of the old and smile of the young, we each might die tomorrow. Will you dance with me tonight?
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Posted: Thu Aug 03, 2006 9:45 pm
You might. *She draws her sword slowly, runs her fingers briefly over the blade, and flashes a grin in return* I won't.
Cue the music.
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Posted: Thu Aug 03, 2006 9:52 pm
*Hajime snaps her wrist, causing the blood on the blade of her katana to fly clear, wordlessly she slips into a low stance*
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Posted: Thu Aug 03, 2006 9:59 pm
*Melliandra tilts her head this when and that, observing her stance, her weapon. She walks sideways around her, holding her own sword loosely, and starts whistling again*
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Posted: Thu Aug 03, 2006 10:08 pm
*Hajime sidesteps, keeping Melliandra in front of her and keeping the gap between them from closing too much. She has had enemies whistle and eve sing before, feigning nonchalance, hoping to distract her or to intimidate her. All of them fell easily. Whistlers always turned out to be the weakest sort of cowards. Yet from Melliandra the nonchalance is genuine. She can feel that.*
*It excites her.*
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Posted: Thu Aug 03, 2006 10:17 pm
*Mell winks and whistles on, running her free hand idly over the backs of chairs and tabletops as she moves. She continues to stroll this way and that around her, with no real pattern to her movement*
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Posted: Thu Aug 03, 2006 10:31 pm
*Hajime doesn't let her guard drop. She's used to fighting braggarts more full of sake and bravado than any real skill. She's used to fighting bullies who underestimate her because of her size and gender. She is used to fighting impatient samurai who charge hoping for a quick kill. She is better than any 10 of those men put together. She has never lost, even to the most prudent and clever of warlords... She would not be alive otherwise*
*why is this woman so different? What fuels her? What makes her afraid? Hajime doesn't know. She can't wait to find out*
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Posted: Thu Aug 03, 2006 10:40 pm
*Melli stifles a yawn* Isn't this pacing around getting old for you yet, darling?
*She stretches, and a split second later, lunges forward toward her*
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Posted: Thu Aug 03, 2006 10:49 pm
*Hajime taps Melliandra's blade aside effortlessly. Melliandra never meant to hit her. She tests within tests within tests. She switches stances, trying to adjust her own style to match this unorthodox milk skin swordplay*
Do you mistake me for a first-year student? To hit me, you must actually aim for me.
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Posted: Thu Aug 03, 2006 10:52 pm
Why thank you, dear, I'll be sure to keep that in mind. *she teases, swinging at her from the side this time*
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Posted: Thu Aug 03, 2006 11:01 pm
*Hajime parries again easily, like swatting at a bug. This time, she takes a little counterswipe, the tip of her blade whizzing harmlessly a foot in front of Melliandra's face*
I can fight like a little girl the same as you. Admittedly, it is not my preferred technique...
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Posted: Thu Aug 03, 2006 11:05 pm
No? *Melli doesn't so much as bat an eyelash, still just swinging at her playfully* Then perhaps you should convince me to do otherwise.
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Posted: Thu Aug 03, 2006 11:38 pm
*Hajime deflects each of the rain of halfhearted blows, letting her counters fall into a more or less even rhythm. Left, right, left. Right, left, right. Left, right, left*
*Instead of deflecting the blow, she steps backwards, spinning. The sword arcs past her, and she finds herself on the outside of Melliandra's swing. A quick step forward and her sword neatly parts the shirt sleeve on Melliandra's forearm, revealing a razor thin cut welling with red*
Your skin implores you: reconsider.
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Posted: Thu Aug 03, 2006 11:43 pm
*Melli hisses faintly and then pouts* I like this shirt! *her eyes narrow slightly. She shifts her grip on her sword, twists, and attacks again all in one smooth motion. Her same old smirk has settled back in place, but it's a whole new game now*
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