Darith had just opened the book when he saw the gunslinger that was in Sirn's office walk in and take a look around I guess shes here to train... he thought but figured it had been a few days since he saw her last he jogged over to her giving her a wave "Hello again." he said with a slight smile he stuck one hand in his pocket and balanced the staff against himself it was nice to see one of his peers than those who were above him and he was looking for a change of pace.
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Posted: Wed Aug 07, 2013 4:51 pm
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A style Marcos had always deemed sexy was next. It would require him to be incredibly flexible yet sturdy, like a stalk of bamboo. Marcos would need agility, balance, and sexy (which he had plenty of) to master this. Capoeira was mostly legwork, flips, kicks, spins, and all that jazz. It was very fluid, and just Marcos' style. For these techniques he could use a dummy instead of harassing and harming fellow trainees. Marcos sauntered over to a dummy and crouched , preparing himself for the first technique. He needed to spin and continuously kick the dummy upward three times. If he did it right Marcos should lift it off the ground. This was a perfect set up for another attack, as maneuvering while in the air is difficult without wings. Marcos began to try the kicks, starting slowly to keep his balance and then speeding up. The first kick did not raise the dummy, but the second did. Marcos kept spinning, lifting his leg once more.
Marcos was already feeling the strain in his body and knew he had missed something. The Capoeira style was brutal on the body if you were not prepared. As it was now Marcos was in great physique. He had to be for what he did with his life. Lifting women, men, bending, being flexible was a necessity. Marcos decided to get some stretch work in before he hurt himself. He started with his upper body, twisting in various ways and holding painful poses until they no longer hurt.
The next step for Marcos was to practice basic hits. He started out with simple open handed hits and moved onto more advanced maneuvers, like punches. After he worked out his upper body he moved to kicks of all sorts. Round houses, straight kicks, back flips, heel, spin kicks and more. Then, Marcos started strengthening his muscles and bones for Muy Thai. He repeatedly smashed his shins, knees, elbows, forearms, and even his head against trees and dummies to harden himself.
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Melody Latvi Class: Gunslinger | Bloodline: Kiranu | Rank: Novice | Nation: Nocturne | Bullets: 167 | Energy: 550/500 Speed: 9 | Strength: 5 "I'll show everyone I'm more then just a stray!"
"Hm?" Melody's ears twitch a little when she heard a set of footsteps come her way and a voice coming with it. Looking in that direction she saw one of the men that she had seen while with Srin the other day. "Hello." She said with a smile and put her hands inside of her coat pockets. She searched her memory to try putting a name with the face but couldn't remember if she had ever heard the name to begin with. "Im sorry. I don't know if I ever actually introduced myself last time I saw you. My names Melody, and your?" Putting her hand out to him she smiled again hoping that she didn't offend him by not remembering.
Posted: Wed Aug 07, 2013 5:58 pm
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Darith took her outstretched hand "No, we haven't yet. My names Darith" he said with a smile the first thing he noticed about her that he didn't before was her ears and tail it looked like she was a part of some kind of feline bloodline "We only briefly saw each other in Srin's office." he added returning to his resting stance
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Melody Latvi Class: Gunslinger | Bloodline: Kiranu | Rank: Novice | Nation: Nocturne | Bullets: 167 | Energy: 550/500 Speed: 9 | Strength: 5 "I'll show everyone I'm more then just a stray!"
"Nice to meet you Darith." Melody took her hand back as she continued to listen to him, sticking it back into her pocket again. "Oh, well that's good. Now I don't feel so bad for not knowing your name." She said with a small laugh afterwards. "So are you here for training or to find a mission to go on?" Melody was trying to keep the conversation going while she continued to try figuring out her own reason for being here. She wasn't really sure if she wanted to train a little or bug Srin for a mission of some sort for the moment.
Posted: Wed Aug 07, 2013 8:22 pm
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Darith shrugged "to be honest it wouldn't be something to worry about anyways theres a lot of soldiers and im just one." he then added "Both, either or." he said simply "What about you?" he thought about what it is exactly he would train besides the elements he had not mastered to his full ability at the moment but, his mind still felt a little drained after the last training session he had with the blind master
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Melody Latvi Class: Gunslinger | Bloodline: Kiranu | Rank: Novice | Nation: Nocturne | Bullets: 167 | Energy: 550/500 Speed: 9 | Strength: 5 "I'll show everyone I'm more then just a stray!"
Melody gave a little shake of her head as she heard him, "No, even if there are a lot of soldiers here in Nocturne it doesn't mean that one shouldn't be remembered." Listening to the rest of what he was saying she shrugged. "I dunno, probably a mission. Im still kind of tired from my training session with Srin...today, er, yesterday I think it was." Now that she thought about it she wasn't even sure just what time it was or anything like that just that she hadn't really been awake for very long.
Kal entered the CAZ, a clearly disgruntled look on the male weapon master's face. Although, it would be hard to distinguish his gender with even a thorough look. It wasn't just a feminine face. It was also the slim figure, particularly the waist. His choice of clothing, somewhat form-fitting, did nothing to hide the feature either. Of course, he also had no sign of a beard (no way would Kal ever lower himself to show up to work with a single hair out of place).
Kal's irritation didn't come from having to help the trainees and others in the CAZ. He didn't mind coming to work. No, it was his duty and he would uphold it dutifully without a single complaint. What Kal minded was Katarina shoving all the work she was supposed to do on him. Such neglectful attitude simply rubbed the stern man the wrong way. Worst part was, he could never get a word in sideways. His usual disciplinary tactics didn't work on the girl because even while he might have been immune enough to see her faults, most other bystanders weren't. The last time he had tried in public, a riot had nearly broken out, and Katarina always positioned herself so that Kal needed to confront her in public. It was all a big headache.
Of course, Kal could just ignore Katarina's requests. However, his sense of duty wouldn't allow that in any way. Grating as it was, the two shared the same job, or at least whatever Katarina asked him to do always was related to his job. If he didn't do what she had ignored, he wouldn't be doing his job, either. One day, though... one day... Katarina will have her reckoning. Kal swore that.
Until then, he needed to meet up with someone named Marco and see if he had finished his training. It wasn't really all too hard to find him. While there were a few other incubi around, only one was shirtless and matched the skin tone the succubus had described. The 22 year old carefully watched Marco go through a few exercises. After watch him successfully throw another trainee and then set himself to work on a dummy, Kal deemed he had observed enough. The pink-eyed man with a giant sword strapped to his back approached the berserker and asked, "You are Marcos?". Like Katarina, he made sure to thoroughly observe Marcos's physical abilities. Although, he did it in a distinctly less physical fashion than the succubus, using only his eyes to analyze the build of the trainee,
Marcos felt a chill roll through his body, which was odd because it was not cold in the CAZ. Every trainee and others here were contributing to a giant, sticky, odor which was so heavy and dense it created a bubble around the CAZ and trapped the heat in. At least that is how Marcos felt with the power of the stench. Hard work could sometimes be alluring, sexy, like Marcos. But with so many people here it certainly was not. He wrinkled his nose at just the thought, and then remembered the feeling. It was as if someone was watching Marcos. No, he was used to being watched, this was more like someone was observing him. Marcos stopped whatever he was doing and turned around, looking at the non-sexual entity observing him. That was when he noticed Kal walking towards him. Marcos blatantly stared at Kal for a moment, wondering if this was a woman or a man. The soft features, girly hair, and body shape all pointed towards a woman, but Marcos knew better. He could tell genders by instinct, he had to. Else how would he play off of their sexual interests? But again, this was different. This felt more like business. Marcos smiled when Kal talked, having won a small victory in his own head.
"Si I am Marcos. And you are?"
Marcos said, raising one leg and planting it on a nearby table. This was an ancient mating ritual known to most as 'The PeaCock'. Marcos favored this technique mostly because of the type of pants he liked to wear, but also because of what he was packing inside of them. In those tight leather pants his fun bits were clearly outlined in a nice bulge. His healed boots even perked his buttocks up, making him ten types of desirable. Marcos put his sexy face on, making sure the light hit him in a certain way as to show off his gleaming body. Marcos ran a hand through his hair and made sure to flex his muscles in the process, a technique known as 'The Strut'.
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Posted: Thu Aug 08, 2013 10:46 am
Srin left because Wulf is bored and Shane is too lazy to post already >W>
Kal did the polite thing and answered, "Kal, an instructor," before cutting straight to the point, "You seem ready for a novice test. Katarina suggested that you should go and create an official RLD in Nocturne. There are already several locations that can fit the bill, but none of them are really focused enough. They don't have the atmosphere, or so she says. Select one of these areas, the most advantageous one, and attract the workers in the others to it. Then, help attract customers while also doing whatever extraneous things need doing to set up a proper RLD." Kal had to admit, despite Katarina's irresponsible actions, she had a good head on her shoulder, particularly for details. Everything he had said came straight from the succubus herself, of course. No way Kal would know so much about red light districts and the state of prostitution in Luimira.
Heck, he wasn't even a little bit interested in the incubus in front of him. His eyes took in his posture, of course, but only as an observation of how flamboyant he was, how suitable he probably would be for the mission. Katarina barely left a dent on Kal, fat change that Marcos would when he was both the wrong gender and a lower rank.
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ℳamoru wordlessly and soundlessly walked into the training center that he had been told to show up at to meet his personal teacher. Some of the other people in the training room stare at his massive hunched over form as his rather long arms hung in front of his lithe white body covered in a decorative tattoos that faded from black to blood red. He sighs as he tries to figure out the skills that he should first being training in and with a shrug of his shoulders he decides to work on refining his speed. He begins to run short high-speed dashes in a section away from others as to avoid running into them from his lack of control with the speed that he was working on specializing.
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ℳamoru continues to run short burst sprints across the small wooden floor of the training room. He sighs as he stops performing his warm up as he fills the loosening of his muscles using his muscles at full burst. He takes a few deep breathes as he silently prepares himself to rush forward pushing his leg muscles past their prime. He launches himself forward as his calf muscles bulge as he races forward trying to mental beat the time he had given himself as he counts the seconds away in his head. [1/2]
The numbers slowly add up in his head as he reaches ten seconds, while he softly places his bare hand on the wall that he had been rushing off toward. He shakes his head at the mental number that he had counted to until he reached the wall and turns around with a strange gleam in his red eyes. He crouches down low to the ground as the large muscles in his legs tense up. He counts down silently to himself,"3...2....1" and launches himself in a flash of white mixed with red and black that blur together. He allows a rare smile to grace his face as he enjoys the air rushing past him and slows down to a slow walk back to his bags.
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The necromancer stood off on her own, away from the hectic scramble of other beings. Her Doc Martens dug deep rivets in the dirt, kicking up small whirling puffs of dust with each thrust. Her hands were buried deep in the confines of her leather jacket, squealing as she clenched them in aggravation. The feisty red-head wore her hair in a spiky knot on top of her head, and her green eye was down casted to her own small pool of chaos. Was she suppose to call upon her skeleton? Perhaps spar with someone? Everyone around her seemed to be entertained with their own vices. This place was pretty boring compared to her own studies, though, by the scarring on parts of her body- she had paid a price.
Dani knelt down, the fitted leather pants tightening against the curve of creamy hips. Hands rested on the opposite elbow, and her chin pressed into her right forearm as she peered out against the haze of the sun. She hated it. It would have been better to come at night but then again, those big bad bloodsuckers and fleabags hung around then. They were no brothern to her and they always stuck their noses where they didn't belong.
An exasperated sigh trudged its self from the cherry coloured lips as she rose, strolling over to a rack of crossbows and bolts. She chose a newer one with minimum scratching on its steel frame. Carefully she gartered the neatly aligned bolts against her thigh, granting them easier access. She stepped up to the range, dummies were strategically placed at different distances for optimal training. Dani stood, feet shoulder length apart, with crossbow already loaded and geared toward the ugly hay face. An idle finger was ready on the trigger.
"Easy does it. Breathe," the young woman whispered to herself.
ooc: I think I'm suppose to quote you. I'm not sure! ;o; I also do not think a necromancer could train here, I figured the crypts would be well suited for that stuff. I don't know though. If nothing else she can up her crossbow skills. cool
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Posted: Mon Aug 12, 2013 3:42 pm
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Marcos returned to the CAZ, an extra pep to his step. He was wearing only his signature leather pants and boots, his normal attire. He had just completed the creation of the RLD, and therefore had been promoted to Novice. There was much more open to him now and Marcos intended to take advantage of it. Hopefully he could find a teacher and get all the reductions to posting receive proper guidance in his training. Maybe something exciting would happen as well. But for now Marcos began to stretch and limber up.
