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 Posted: Mon Jul 11, 2016 1:57 pm
Life felt like a dream and Armani D’Cruz could not remember the last time she felt so relaxed. Even with all the talk about monsters and Gods; even though she found herself in an unfamiliar place. Armani was calm and it was starting to irritate her. If anything she thought that this new venture would have her working even harder than she was before not wandering around the grounds aimlessly, like she was currently going. What was she actually meant to be doing? If anything at all? She could go and do some sparring, she supposed.
Bringing her cigarette to her lips the dark haired woman took in a long drag before stomping it out under her foot. She wondered what Whitt was up to? She did not want to bother him, or be attached to his waist like some kind of lost puppy, however she knew nobody else here and wanted to talk things out. Though she had been told what was going on - she was yet to truly understand the gravity of it.
Maybe he would be training too?
So, Armani made her way to the armory. She had never even held a weapon before, never mind used one. Though sparring was meant to be just that, the fact they were training at all meant they were going to use them in actual combat situations eventually. Against these, monsters, that people talked about. She tilted her head, reaching out to pick up an axe that was way too large for her, before quickly putting it back down.
Armani girl, what had you gotten yourself into?
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Posted: Mon Jul 11, 2016 2:23 pm
There was always one person who frequented the armory and the gym and that was Athena's chosen, Alexandra Kingsley. It was the only place that she felt properly comfortable in since she'd relocated with only the necessities packed in her dufflebag. As the child of a military officer, she'd learned to travel and pack light and to keep from growing too attached to material objects.
But she'd made it a point to bring her work out gear, having wrapped her hands with fresh bandages from it as she worked out pent up frustration and idle energy on a training dummy.
Alex's dark hair was sticking to the skin of her face, beads of sweat trickling down peach colored skin. Her pale blue tank top has damp spots from where she'd sweat but she was too focused to care. This time, instead of just using her limbs, Alex had opted for a lightweight staff that was about four inches taller than her when pressed against the ground. It was different, battling with a staff, and she knew going against a dummy that didn't do anything was a little silly but -
She liked testing weapons alone before considering using them against someone else in a spar.
Upon finishing, she'd grabbed a hand towel to wipe off her forehead and return said staff to the armory where she stumbled upon another woman. Wordlessly, Alex strode past Armani to place her chosen weapon back in it's proper place. "You shouldn't pick up something you can't lift."
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Posted: Mon Jul 11, 2016 2:38 pm
“I was just.” Armani raised an eyebrow at the other woman, her usual quick wit escaping her for a moment. “Window shopping.” She exhaled, she had no idea what she was doing; not a clue. The dark haired woman placed her hands in her pockets and leaned back against a wall casually.
The other woman was paler than Armani and was in far better shape; Armani was checking this chick out and there was no denying it. Armani was squishy, curved and short - The only running she did was after her younger brothers and she had never stepped foot in a gym. Unless these beasties wanted nagging to death, Armani had very little to offer her patron Goddess. So, why was she chosen?
Brown eyes drifted over the the other woman in the room, she looked like she needed a drink. Goddess knows, she would rather be getting a drink than hanging around here. “You seem to know what you are doing though, anything here beginner friendly? The only time I am ever armed is when I am beating roaches with a broom handle, you know?”
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Posted: Tue Jul 12, 2016 2:55 pm
"There's a lack of windows so window shopping is not an option and, generally, one cannot touch or pick up the things in the window."
Alex's voice was a lower register that most women's tended to be, with a slight scratchy or gravely quality to it when she spoke. Her frame was all lean muscle, as to be expected of someone who made a living kick boxing and who was clearly in the gym to train. She probably looked like someone who took this whole hero business too seriously.
"I would learn to use your own body for combat before investing too heavily in a weapon. What would you do if it was taken from you?" It was an easy way of avoiding properly answering Armani's question because she knew how to fight using her hands and feet, her body. Not weapons.
"If you insist on a weapon and are most familiar with a broom handle try a staff. Stay away from anything you struggle to lift. What good is a weapon if it tires you too quickly?"
Stamina played an important part in any type of combat.
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