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 Posted: Thu Apr 01, 2010 10:10 am
Tyson had swept his foot across the ground and then lifted himself into a handstand when Mae had walked in. His back had been turned, and he was too engrossed in his own training to have notice the change in the air around him. He spun on one had just as she began talking, and instantly let himself down into a squatting position to listen to her speak. She had shocked him, but he wasn't so focused that he'd react in some stupid way as to swing at her. Catching his breath, he sat cross-legged on the floor fully facing her. He smiled as he tried to think of how to answer her. "My father taught me," he said in his whisper, trying hard to make it loud enough for Mae to hear. When he spoke again, it came out as a sort of rasp, but much more audible. "And it is both. It is a martial art, disguised as a dance. The dance is part of the ritual of the game. The art of fighting is obtained by understanding tempo, grace, balance, counterbalance, and movement." He scratched his head, blushing slightly at the way he had answered. The response was, in a way, rehearsed, which was why it sounded so profound. "I've also been practicing since I was six...-ish."
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Posted: Thu Apr 01, 2010 3:01 pm
Rook stood as Kat spoke.
"I'm down. When we leaving?"
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Posted: Thu Apr 01, 2010 7:40 pm
"Yeah I'm not down with the seafood. I'll go anywhere that doesnt serve seafood, ya' dig haha? He laughed as he followed Kat and rook.
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Posted: Fri Apr 02, 2010 2:52 pm
Rook shoved his hands in his coat pockets, whistling lightly as they left. He snatched up the keys to the van, twirling them on his finger.
"Well, Kat. Play navigator."
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Posted: Sat Apr 03, 2010 5:14 pm
Das Steube Rook shoved his hands in his coat pockets, whistling lightly as they left. He snatched up the keys to the van, twirling them on his finger. "Well, Kat. Play navigator." Maria edged nervously away from Rook. "It's probably best I don't ride with you guys. I tend to kill cars, accidentally. My body just can't help sucking the juice out of 'em" She smiled bashfully and shrugged. "Give me an address and I'll meet you there, though."
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Posted: Mon Apr 12, 2010 12:40 am
Rook shot Maria an quizzical glance as she spoke.
"You have difficulty controlling your power?"
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Posted: Tue Apr 13, 2010 11:55 am
"Uhh yea! Duh? Every time I touch someone, I either shock or drain them. I get real twitchy around light sockets, and I don't carry a cell phone, because I always drain the battery. That's why I wear these glove, and all this clothing." she said, gesturing wildly.
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Posted: Tue Apr 13, 2010 11:57 pm
Rook paused for a second, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel.
"Let's fix that. shall we? Would you like to be able to control your talents?"
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Posted: Wed Apr 14, 2010 4:48 am
Maria pondered it for a second. "I dunno. It would be nice to be able to touch people without killing them, but at the same time, I would lose my defense system. Being constantly electrified has saved me from many, many muggings." She weighed the pros and cons, then sighed. "I dunno how you would do it, but if you're gonna teach me, I'll learn." She shoved her hands into her pockets and gazed wistfully at the car.
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Posted: Wed Apr 14, 2010 11:14 pm
Revan Maxwell Tyson had swept his foot across the ground and then lifted himself into a handstand when Mae had walked in. His back had been turned, and he was too engrossed in his own training to have notice the change in the air around him. He spun on one had just as she began talking, and instantly let himself down into a squatting position to listen to her speak. She had shocked him, but he wasn't so focused that he'd react in some stupid way as to swing at her. Catching his breath, he sat cross-legged on the floor fully facing her. He smiled as he tried to think of how to answer her. "My father taught me," he said in his whisper, trying hard to make it loud enough for Mae to hear. When he spoke again, it came out as a sort of rasp, but much more audible. "And it is both. It is a martial art, disguised as a dance. The dance is part of the ritual of the game. The art of fighting is obtained by understanding tempo, grace, balance, counterbalance, and movement." He scratched his head, blushing slightly at the way he had answered. The response was, in a way, rehearsed, which was why it sounded so profound. "I've also been practicing since I was six...-ish." (Sorrrrry for being so absent guys, I'll try to get myself more on top of things. >.>') Mae let out a small chuckle. "You would think I would know kung fu, or something, but despite the movies, my family line has never really fought. We do some meditation though, and make a mean spot of tea." Her smile softened at the corners. "Where is your father now, Tyson?"
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Posted: Wed Apr 14, 2010 11:19 pm
Kat gave a nod and finished cleaning up the last of the dishes. She wondered briefly why Jarred was staying in bed all morning, but distracted herself with the task at hand. "Hey Rook, Maia, do you guys want to play back up? Whoever is coming, come, but I'm driving." She swiped a pair of keys from the counter and started heading for the door, her walk fairly determined. ((new thread marcus's place here))
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Posted: Wed Apr 14, 2010 11:23 pm
Kat made her way out into the parking lot, and sitting in the driver's seat of the van was Rook. He shot her a look with a raised eyebrow.
"Don't look at me like that."
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Posted: Thu Apr 15, 2010 8:26 am
(It's no biggy for me. At least I'm noticed here.)
Tyson's mood seemed to deflate a little as he responded with, "House fire." His eye diverted to the floor quickly. The accident that had taken his parents had passed several years ago, and he had become mostly immune to the question. Mostly. But it was like he had told Mae yesterday. He had dwelled on the being sad, eventually became angry, and was now nearly numb to it. Still he wanted off the subject, but he didn't want to make the escape so obvious. "Before the fire, he also taught me movements in Tai Chi. So you could say in know a few meditation techniques." He tried to force a soft smile, and succeeded at doing it.
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Posted: Fri Apr 16, 2010 11:47 am
('course you are. Your posts are too pretty not to notice.)
Mae made a small nod, noticing the prompt to move away from the topic. She put the thought aside in her head to be asked about at another time however. "Perhaps we shall share techniques some day. As my father would say, meditation has always served our family better than violence ever would." There was a slight frown on her lips. Though she hadn't said it, it was clear she disagreed with her father, even if she repeated the words he'd often shared.
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Posted: Fri Apr 16, 2010 11:55 am
Das Steube Kat made her way out into the parking lot, and sitting in the driver's seat of the van was Rook. He shot her a look with a raised eyebrow. "Don't look at me like that." Kat glared at him for a few seconds, before sticking out her tongue and sliding into the passenger seat. "You realize we would make much better time if I drove instead of navigated? And they're going to freak when they see you. I doubt they're aware the infamous shifter is now a slider." Kat buckled her seatbelt, still holding onto a scowl.
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