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 Posted: Tue Jul 11, 2006 3:27 pm
"Alright alright I get the point do what you do best then." Arthur let out a small grunt as the female drow started to press down on his back to check his bones. God she’s rough, a little too rough I say...what’s with this woman? he thought as he blushed again as the feeling of her hands touching him really started to get to him. Argh its happening again!!!! Damn it!!! The young elf squeezed his eye shut as the blush on his face grew bigger, the feeling of her pressing down and touching his skin was just sending really good feelings up his back and they were torturing him! Quickly he buried his face in her covers and let out a small scream to let it out. Damn it and I thought earlier today was odd... slowly he brought his head back to the surface and continued to stare ahead of him. "Thanks for what you are going for me Zahara..." he paused when she pressed down on his back again. "If you need anything just let me know."
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Posted: Tue Jul 11, 2006 3:36 pm
"You to be still..." Pale skin, so different from her own. In fact when she pressed his skin turned a bright white and then a blushing red before going back to it's natural color. Interesting. She'd seen the same happen on Piper's face. The slap had turned her skin brilliant white for a moment before the area flooded with color...and then it had bruised but she'd been trying to hurt the elf. She wasn't actually trying to hurt Arthur, in fact she was trying to help him. Of course some of the things she was doing just weren't needed but she knew her effect on him and it mollified her quite a bit to play with his head. Slipping off of him, she rummaged through the jars and such on her dresser until she came back and reassumed her straddled position, opening the lid and scooping out a gellike substance that was then smoothed over his shoulder where glaring bruises were beginning to show. "Dont' mention it. Really." Her fingers much more gentle now, she began to rub the salve in until there was no trace of it left on his skin then she smoothed her hand over the discolored area and nodded. "There we are." She slipped off of him again and picked up shirt ripping it completely in half from where the blade had already massacred it and tossed it in the trash, then studied his vest. That appeared to be fine so she tossed that back to him. "Talk to the tailor about a new shirt..." shaking her head she walked over and handed him the vest. "You can sit up now Arthur."
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Picking Up Stars Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Jul 11, 2006 3:48 pm
Arthur did as he was told, lying there without trying to move much as Zahara straddled him. He sighed lightly as his blush stayed on his face, it felt good the way her fingers pressed lightly into his skin and the move across it to another area. But then for some reason she stopped and got off of him to grab something and about a minute later she returned and he felt some sort of cool gel touch his skin. Arthur hissed lightly at the touch but stopped as Zahara's fingers were a lot more gentle. "Don't worry I wont." he muttered and closed his eye as she continued.
When she was finished Arthur turned his head sideways since the blush was still on him, he heard her ripping something before coming over to him. "I'll go see him soon..." Arthur slowly sat up on the bed and some of the blush still remained on his face. "Thanks Zahara..." he said as he took his vest back and slipped it on. Slowly he stood up and looked down at his chest for a bit, then with a grin he looked at her as he placed his hands in his pant pockets. "I really do owe you one."
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Posted: Tue Jul 11, 2006 4:40 pm
Malik smirked lightly, and shook his head, before taking her hand and pulling himself to his feet. devilish woman already starting on it.
"I follow you."
Of course he had something speical for her made, a sword. a sweeping chinese broadsword style, with a silver hilt that had silver feather charms on it that chimed when the touched like a windchime. but that was his little present for her if she'd ever wanted to learn to play with swords. guess she was due for it.
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Posted: Tue Jul 11, 2006 5:07 pm
Sure, he had already had his swordplay for the day, but she hadn't. Needless to say that whenever he played with his sword, she got the urge to do it too...though not to maim someone while doing it as well. Besides...they had never gone face to face since they had communion...and personally she wanted to see the reaction he got out of how he wouldn't be able to strike at her. Be it she stop him fairly easily, or he not bring himself to do so. Thus by the hand she led him to the arean. Yup, no changing clothes for her or anything. Danger in a dress...see, her thoughts were already trying to turn better on her...which was good because there was nothing more she needed right now. Of course upon entering, she grabbed a random sword off the wall, seeing as Malik had one on him already. "Free strike is the game...and anything you say, is to be said as this. Understand?" She taught him as he had taught her, don't dumb it down, just go about it naturally and let each other pick up, ask questions when needed. Besides, she liked to make him think.
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Posted: Tue Jul 11, 2006 5:25 pm
No changing clothes, that got a grin...but when she picked up a random sword, he grabbed her hand, and put the sword back, and whistled. that brought Tremor..with a case. that got opened up for Piper to take the blade Malik had designed for her. okay then taking a moment to process what she was saying.
"Understand. You like present for you?"
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Posted: Tue Jul 11, 2006 5:46 pm
A little blink as he had grabbed her hand and put her sword back, then an inquisitive tilt of her head as he whistled...though she was gathering a pretty good idea at the apperance of Tremor. Resident weapons and armor specialist. Though she wasn't a fan of swords really, she couldn't help the little glint in her eyes at the blade. Indeed a rather beautiful creation. Beautiful, but deadly. Were those feathers? How endearing. Thus with a smile the blade was taken up in her hand, looking over it a moment. Perfect weight too...she'd admit, Malvolence and pretty much all of Malik's other swords were a bit heavy for her. It was rather cute the way his sentences were missing words or were a little off. But that's what learning was all about. Point was that he was trying and could get through it. And if not he knew to just ask...though pride wouldn't let him. At least he didn't more or less speak through his nose and have an odd accent when he spoke like she did when she spoke drow. He just had a bit more emphasis on s's in the surface form. An appreciative glance to him with a smile...he did spoil her, but a nod to him in answer. "Very much so, it is beautiful A'mael. The ways you spoil me, are by far impressive." Yes, she was talking differently...would do Malik no good if she was using shortened words and contractions. So it was fully done words in sentences said, his mind could put them together easier and let him recognize words he himself was missing. A simple test weing of her sword, delighting in the sound the little charms made before she more or less smirked at him and gestured with a chuckle. "Age before beauty."
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Posted: Tue Jul 11, 2006 5:59 pm
She shook her head, heading into the bathroom to scrub the blood off the rag. If you let things like that set too long they'd stain permanantly and never come out and she needed that rag. Especially with the large amount of people getting hurt lately. Sevilin a few days ago, she herself, and then Arthur. Malik was tallying them up rather quickly now wasn't he? She squeezed out the rag and left it to dry on the sink then came back into the room and sat down next to Arthur. "Don't mention it. I mean that." Cocking her head, she studied him for a moment then reached up and shoved his hair off his ears. "You're an elf. For Eili's sake, act like one. Your ears are nothing to be ashamed of, nothing to hide. If I have to I'll cut your hair so you can't cover them up anymore. Got it?"
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Picking Up Stars Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Jul 11, 2006 6:10 pm
Malik did study book form elvish..and was quick to pick up on words and how they sounded, translating them to the written forms..and the ones he didn't know, figure out by association. So he drew Ebony, twirling it lightly in his hand a moment. Interesting sensation. nomrally he'd find this more fun..but part of him didn't want to dare strike at her for fear of accidental injury. to which the rest of his mind chided that she had access to all his skill with a blade, he was facing a virtual copy at worst, equal at best. A dismissive wave to Tremor, who nodded and went back to his work.
Then a moment, watching her, and giving a slight grin. resting the blade tip on the dirt floor, and then a few jaunted steps and a swift slice up, practicing a fencing katta. designed for practice and learning, though of course as drow did. which ment it was potentially deadly, one of thier ways of countering and promoting thier high birth rates.
"As you desire, 'Chev. Think you can...keep...up?"
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Posted: Tue Jul 11, 2006 6:33 pm
Things were tingling somewhere in the back of her mind. A subconcious readying of the mind and body in response to a situation as she watched him with that sword of his. Ebony, his Malvolence mock...certinally less hated than it's inspiration. Sliding a boot back to drop into a lower position, both hand gripped at the sword's hilt, resting the tip on the ground, but pointed backwards toward and almost in direct parallel to her back leg, fingers flexing a moment in thier hold as her eyes watched. A little nod though as he got the word he wanted. "I do not have to keep up...I just have to match." And thus a push forward off the toes of her boots to put herself into forward motion, lifting her sword just the slightest in the motion to keep the tip from scraping the ground. Thus a series of actions to follow and for him to keep up with, blade being swept up in a diagonal slash, only to let go with one hand and enter into a spin, in which she could change hand direction and then bring the blade down in a second diagonal based slash, an effective cross slash made of combined attacks of sorts. Could be fancy with borrowed skill, so why not...wasn't like they could get hurt...unless something horrible happened or someone closed off that link. Of course swordplay was second to language lessons. "Do tell Malik, your basic greeting and farewell."
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Fractured Moonlight Captain
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Posted: Tue Jul 11, 2006 6:43 pm
Her skill borrowing form him was just as easily countermatched, his footwork moving around hers and his blade clashing against, parrying, pushing her back and counterstriking. his swings were fast and elegant, one forwad thrust to the side of the thigh, the blade tilting on it's side to go up that wudl cut off an arm..stepping forwad and a backspin to bring it to the midsection.
"You want drow or surface ones?"
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Posted: Tue Jul 11, 2006 7:01 pm
That was perhaps one the the advantages, magics of each aside, that he had over her. He was bigger and able to push her around easily where she could barely move him. Of course his easily being twice her own weight made that possible. Though she easily recovered a slight back jump then using her weight on the balls of her feet again to her advantage. Each of his strikes were duly matched or avoided, a strife to the side to avoid the blade while bringing her own up to block, easily being able to toss the blade between both hands, even if she was a little slow with the left, even a spin to match his own before blade hit and held for a moment at mid level. "Surface of course...we both know how to say those in drow. Punch in the face or a dagger between ribs does nicely. Consider this a pop quiz." Wasn't sarcasm fun sometimes?
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Posted: Tue Jul 11, 2006 7:32 pm
She was quick and agile, and when thier blades locked for that little moment, he had to listen, concentrate, figure out what she was saying. he coudl tell by her voice she was being sarcastic. okay put it together..letting her shove and try to move him while keeping her blade locked. Oh. smartass.
"To greet...Corelleon..bless you and keep you. to...say..farewell. May. the winds...keep you...safe, until next..we..meet."
Then shoving her back and twirling around back and forth, striking at both sides one after the other and doing sweeping motions to swing at feet as well as midsection, and triling the blade in one had between spinnign and hand switching so it made a kind of blade shield.
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Posted: Tue Jul 11, 2006 7:48 pm
A little nod to him. "Good...formal, but good." Formal was good in this case, besides it was easier to learn the formal over the informal. Though a little stumble step back when he shoved and started at her again, causing a quick bond guided response of defense. Where he struck, she was either not there or her blade was, but mainly among his movements, she was moving into rather than away from him, spinning into the bend of his elbow rather than looking to avoid by stepped back, movements perfectly timed to avoid his own. Of course...if they weren't connected as they were she'd probably be dead right about now. "And what are you going to say to anyone who dares to dissaprove us and ours because natures says we are never supposed to be?" The point of that one? To see which he was more focusing on in his learning selection...and for amusement/perhaps reassurance value. And of course there was the whole word recognition for him.
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Fractured Moonlight Captain
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Posted: Tue Jul 11, 2006 8:21 pm
Oh that got a slight smirk. he had, indeed, been rehearsing and going over speeches and comments and phrases for just that particular occasion. It was of course the theme he knew he'd have to face, and something that was sure to draw the sea elf queen into a battle of words with him.
"You know nothing of what you speak. You have never seen the dark, or been in it's depths. the light blinds you from the dark, and the beauty in it. and, in case you negelct to remember or care to know out of your ignorance or stupidity, I know not which...that it is twilight that is most glorious. the dawn and the dusk, when one blends and fades with the other. And Piper and I are an elven twilight. and we share a wonder and a beauty you cuold never fathom, much less appreciate. So go back to your little world and stop messing around in ours. You'll only get yourself disillusioned and hurt."
That was of course for the elven queen. then a shrug and the common phrase he'd memorized.
"Or...say something like that again, and the next thing that happens is you getting to see your heart still beating in my hand."
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