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 Posted: Fri Dec 10, 2010 7:48 am
"A rapier, indeed, is a 'skinny sword', Miss Vanessa." With a slight pause, he added "However, in the sport, we use 3 different types of weapon. There is the foil, the epee, and the sabre, which is my strongest type. Each type of weapon reflects a different style and set of rules to abide in a bout."
He paused and glanced to the flowers for a moment, as if silently asking them if he had missed anything. Apparently the daisies had found something Howl had managed to miss, and so the teal haired lad once again spoke. "It is not so much fighting as it is sparring. There are a decent amount of rules, even for watching in the audience. I have been participating in this sport since I was young, and I honestly can only say I am mediocre at best." He was doing his best to make the sport sound more civilized than merely "sword fighting," yet somehow he doubted he was doing the job well enough for this young lady.
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Posted: Mon Dec 13, 2010 6:01 pm
There were rules for everything. Vanessa was disappointed, but not surprised. Howl was a very nice boy, but he liked tea and flowers. It made sense, as far as this girl was concerned, that he would enjoy civilized swordplay. This bored her a little.
Vanessa preferred extreme sports like WWE and MMA-- where people got angry, and faces got smashed. Her favourite movies overflowed with badass good guys doing badass things.
She smiled softly at Howl, and wondered if he'd ever been in a real fight. Vanessa guessed that he hadn't.
"I always wanted to own a sword," wistfully she sighed, stared up at the clouds, and clasped her hands together like a lovestruck schoolgirl.
What she would do with it was anybody's guess.
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Posted: Mon Dec 13, 2010 9:00 pm
An eyebrow lofted at her comment. "For display, I would hope?" He would be quite concerned if someone who wasn't even remotely trained in the art of swordplay were to actually get their hands upon such a weapon. Then again, a gun was far more dangerous than a sword.
Why was he suddenly imagining the young lady with a gun?
Casually, he moved the flowers from one arm to the other and peered to his wrist where his watch was resting. Why did the curfew at Hillworth have to be so strict? "Well, Miss Vanessa... it would seem as if it is time for me to take my leave." He extended his hand to her. He was a gentleman through and through and this time around, he would plant a small kiss upon the top of her hand.
If she'd allow him such.
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Posted: Tue Dec 14, 2010 7:24 pm
Vanessa would, in fact, hang her sword on the wall where everybody could see and admire it. But she would also use it for cutting sandwiches, and smiting bad guys.
If Super Van with a crowbar raised eyebrows, Super Van with a sword would inspire fear and goodness in the hearts of her enemies. Every villain would reform. Every criminal would turn himself in. Rude people would start being nice!
Ah, such ambitious dreams.
"Okay," she smiled kindly at Howl and gave him her hand. He could totally kiss it, if he wanted. Vanessa was a sucker for flattery, "It was nice to see you again, Howl. Have a safe walk home!"
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Posted: Tue Dec 14, 2010 10:16 pm
It was still quite strange for a girl he had more or less just "met" officially to be saying it was nice to see him again. "Indeed, it was a pleasure, Miss Vanessa." Delicately, his fingers swept up her hand, and then drew them to his lips, touching them ever so lightly upon her skin. He then pulled her hand away.
"Until we meet again, and thank you for the bouquet." He spun around and began to walk away. It would be difficult to hide the bouquet as he got back to school, but perhaps his mother could be kind enough to house the blossoms until they passed. Either way, it was thanks to her that his smile was a bit more genuine for the rest of the day.
[FIN]
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