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 Posted: Sat Jan 17, 2009 5:05 pm
It had been one of those horrible, terrifying days that just make you want to scream for Lokiari. She had absolutely nothing to do and she was bored to absolute death by it and the lack of fun things to do at LOTUS. There were no real missions for her to go on since the Underworld mission and she had yet to locate Shee and see this secret garden. As if that wasn't the worst of it, she had realized that not only had that time of the month started for her and she had nothing to do with her pent up energy and frustrations, but that she actually wasn't interested in going for a climb or jog through the mountain and its paths. All she wanted to do was stay inside and hide away and that bothered her more than anything else. And so, the Norwegian woman wound her way towards the training facility with a glare on her face that would make even Wraith shake in his boots should her dare cross her path.
Before she had left her room, she had taken care to pick out some decent dark brown tank tops and a cute tan tank top she thought would look good on her, but hide any possible bloat that might sneak up on her. Among other things, she had also grabbed some gloves so she could beat the daylights out of the punching bag she recalled having seen in there the last time she was there with Mokoyis. It did sound like fun to beat something up for a while, so when she entered the facility, she made a bee-line straight towards the bag, giving it a solid right cross as soon as she stepped in front of it.
A smile appeared on her annoyed face as she realized how good it felt to hit the bag that hard, and she began a steady series of jabs and hooks making sure to breathe out with each hit and in as she pulled her arm back, rotating between right jab, left hook, right hook, left jab as she danced around the bag. Slowly, she picked up her pace and began adding a kick every fourth hit, her smile growing larger as she soon forgot how frustrated she'd been and let herself completely fall into the work out.
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Posted: Sun Jan 18, 2009 12:00 pm
Since the moment the sun had cast its light unto the sky Abel had been inside the facility working out. He had gotten soft since he had left the army. Spending time cooped up in the library trying to learn English and reading whatever fancied him. That or being locked up in his room drawing sketches of his muse. Ah, the exquisite Heaux. If only he could gaze upon her face once more... Then he would truly be a happy lad. Yet... he had yet to find her again and that had set the Frenchman into quite a melancholy.
Tightening his grip on the handle of the rapier he made a flourish with his wrist before quickly stepping forward to take a jab then retreating. His movements were much slower than what they used to be. Mostly because he was out of shape but also because the rapier was not fitted for him. Rather it was a standard one he had found lying around in the training facility.
Retreating back into a resting stance he repeated the move several times before he deemed it approaching mediocre. While his arm didn't hurt he could feel the slight burn as his muscles protested against the weight of the rapier. It was an older model than what he had used. Thus being slightly bulkier. Sometime in the near week he would go and purchase himself his own rapier.
Switching hands on the rapier he repeated the movement on his opposite arm and let out an aggravated hiss as the rapier dropped out from his hand. He was very out of shape... He would definitely limit himself on how much he ate this month. Maybe run a few laps around the facility and do some weight lifting for his arms.
Deep in concentration he couldn't hear the repetitious twacking sound of another person hitting a punching bag. Instead he made his own noise. The characteristic soft peal of metal slicing through air.
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Posted: Thu Jan 22, 2009 10:21 pm
It wasn't long before Lokiari came to realize that there was someone else in the facility with her, but at first she was so intent on wearing herself out that she ignored them entirely. A few rounds about the bag went by and her curiosity at the man who was clearly practicing fencing finally grew to the point where she could no longer maintain herself and she completed her dance. Her breath came a little quicker than when she'd started, and she could tell she'd be needing a shower that night - she'd only been at it for twenty minutes or so, but she'd worked up a bit of a sweat during that time and so before she headed over towards the man engaged in practice, she found a towel and some water. Her brilliant blue eyes remained focused on his form and the smoothness of his actions as she took a few long drinks from the water bottle and wiped off her face and arms with the towel.
If nothing else, he'll be interesting to meet, I'm sure. No one at LOTUS is boring.
With that thought in her mind and her interest in the fact that there was yet another new recruit whose name she did not know, she slowly meandered over towards the man, wondering how best to interrupt what he clearly was deeply involved in. She hadn't seen his consternation or the dropping of the rapier, she only saw a person who had clearly been properly trained in its usage and was getting in some practice at their sport. As she came from Norway, she had not had much experience with rapiers or the sport of fencing, especially not since she had preferred...heavier sports herself, and so she found herself watching the movements with interest before finally finding a spot in his moves where she felt she could interrupt him as he fell back into his resting stance.
"Hello there!" It was lame, but in truth - she wasn't sure she wanted to interrupt him. She was having fun and in part Lokiari was half curious to see how long it would take him to realize she was watching him work. Oh well, the offer of hello had been administered and now she had to stand her ground and wait to see just what sort of person he was before she knew how best to talk to him about his art.
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Posted: Wed Apr 08, 2009 5:26 pm
Abel was in the middle of a stepping into a side swing when he heard a voice. Soft, yet powerful. A woman’s voice no less. He wasn’t being sexist. Rather he was surprised to find a female here, so far all the equipment he had found were for heavy sports, not exactly the easiest form of workout for a woman. Then again, he had met some herculean women in the army. That had given him quite a fright. Stopping mid swing the male returned to his resting pose. Reaching into his pocket for a handkerchief. Quickly wiping down the blade he sheathed the rapier and turned to face the woman. He did not know her. Yet looking into her face, he felt a sense of familiarity and placed it on her eyes. They were a piercing blue like his, except perhaps hers were sharper and maybe clearer. ‘Hello there!’ she said.
Her clothes were just a tad overly revealing for the Frenchman yet Abel did a good job of concealing his shock. Sure he grew up in a whore house, but he had done his best to preserve his sense of modesty. She was covered in a slight sheen, sweat. So she had also been exercising. The thin layer of sweat seemed to add a slight sexy aura to her, it befuddled Abel greatly. The way she had greeted him was far from seductive and yet… her appearance was exactly the opposite. So then was she trying to seduce him or to talk with him? Unsure the male proceeded cautiously. If she was trying to seduce him he would walk out this room without even looking back. His heart would beat only for Miss Hyo and he would shoot himself dead before he changed that.
He gave her a bow before standing back up straight to speak. He wanted to test his English out… the pronunciation would not be perfect. He knew that since he was practicing by himself. He had expected that. Hell if he managed to pronounce anything right he would continue to study by himself instead of asking someone else who knew how to speak English and French. “Hello.” While it was slightly accented, it was comprehendible given that it was enunciated clearly and not mumbled. Now then to progress even further. “My name is Abel Lahorie.” He wasn’t sure if that was right but it was the effort that mattered. Stopping to think for a moment he spoke once more. “What is your name?” It sounded strange and he wanted to take it back. He felt like a fool spouting a language he wasn’t even 100% of what he was saying. “Never seen yous. Yes?” He was most definitely sure that his last sentence was incorrect.
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Posted: Sun Apr 12, 2009 2:48 pm
The tall woman hadn't really paid attention to her state of being as she walked over towards the man who had been practicing with the sword, and so she hadn't really thought about the fact that she was probably sweating and therefore liable to smell just a little bit. Then again, she figured the man before her probably wouldn't even notice due to the fact that he, too, was working out. At first, when the man spoke, she wasn't sure if his uncertainty was due to her appearance (she had gotten many a strange reaction while in her typical Norwegian clothes) or the fact that he had an accent, and might come from a time different from her's, when English was not as widely known. Though an Elite at LOTUS, she was still not entirely accustomed to meeting people from the past, or even from the future and she wasn't sure that she ever would be. That any of them ever would be.
A small, friendly smile appeared on the woman's face as she concluded that her overly flamboyant self would simply shock the poor man, and she nodded as she took in his name, filing it away in her memory as she did details about everyone she met. The filing system seemed to be the best way for her to recall minute details at a much later date, and was one of the reasons why she did so well working for Wraith Sian. His accent sounded vaguely familiar, and she found herself wondering if he was accustomed to speaking French of some kind? The accent was just barely there at first, when he introduced himself and asked her own name, so she wasn't entirely sure and chose not to inquire. After all, if she did, he might find her to be 'forward' and immediately end the conversation. And that just wouldn't be any fun at all.
As the man finished talking, another smile cracked across Lokiari's face and she held back the laugh that wanted so badly to erupt from her lips. It was almost cute how he spoke broken English. One slightly sweaty hand raised to wipe itself off on her pants before she extended it in a friendly manner, offering it to the man before her. "My name is Lokiari, its a pleasure to meet you Abel." The laugh that had desired to exit her mouth finally came out in a short chuckle, "I'm usually out and about, so its no surprise you haven't seen me yet." There was a very short pause, as she pondered how best to get the man talking before she finally left it to simple questions and asked, "Are you new to LOTUS?"
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2009 4:27 pm
As the man finished talking, another smile cracked across Lokiari's face and she held back the laugh that wanted so badly to erupt from her lips. It was almost cute how he spoke broken English. One slightly sweaty hand raised to wipe itself off on her pants before she extended it in a friendly manner, offering it to the man before her. "My name is Lokiari, its a pleasure to meet you Abel." The laugh that had desired to exit her mouth finally came out in a short chuckle, "I'm usually out and about, so its no surprise you haven't seen me yet." There was a very short pause, as she pondered how best to get the man talking before she finally left it to simple questions and asked, "Are you new to LOTUS?"
There was no denying that characteristic smell of hard work. Several hours of practice with a short thirty minute break had left the Frenchman very, if not extremely wet and gross. Ash strands stuck to his face even has he mopped up the sweat with his handkerchief. It seemed to do worse than good, sending a fresh wave of sweat beads rolling off his forehead and down past his jaw. That was only his face. Put simply, the male’s clothes looked as though someone had left them hanging out during a deluge. There was even a small puddle of sweat under the male, as Juliette used to say, “Abel was melting.” Not literally, it was just one of those expressions his sister used to use to tease him, an oddly amusing one at that.
Abel’s gaze never left the stranger. He was albeit insulted because of the way the corner of her lips had curled up slightly when he had spoken. He was not stupid. He wouldn’t cause a mess out of it either, though there was no denying the fact that his eyes had narrowed just the slightest bit when he had seen her expression. When she held out her hand for the customary greeting in this threshold, the male complied. He would have wiped his hand on his pants before shaking hers but that would probably leave his hands sweatier if not dripping with the salty fluid. Since his hands were actually pretty dry the male went ahead and shook hands with her, this ‘Lokiari.’ It was… different. Not quite as exotic as Hyo’s name but different nonetheless. He wanted to test it on his own. Opening his mouth just the slightest Abel repeated her name, hardly above a whisper. He had tried but the sound that came out was not like hers. It sounded… Abelfied. Not right. When she chuckled Abel‘s head snapped back up and his glacial orbs had the look of a lost child’s when she uttered such a long stream of English words.
Something about her and him and seeing? Unsure of how to reply the male simply spouted off a phrase composed of some of the words he had caught from her. “No you see me out and about.” It was to late to fix the minor problem he had caused. He had spoken something which he had no idea what the context was. Then she spoke again. Something about you knew and lotus. Lotus was obviously a type of flower, and you knew… maybe she was asking if he knew about flowers? Under stress it never crossed Abel’s mind that the name of the organization he had recently joined was named LOTUS. “Yes yes. Know flowers yes. Lotus white flower bloom over waters. Know more flowers? Daffodils. Petunias. Roses. See garden. Many many flowers. No lotus or water in garden that I find. See sunflowers and irises. Maybe tiger lily too. Know many flowers.” A smug look was written across the male’s face. He had managed to defend himself from a barrage of English words. He was proud. Of course had he known that he’d just made a fool of himself the Frenchman would have probably gone and cut off his tongue with that rapier of his. “Flower French is fleurir. Black flower, noir fleurir. Hyo is like flower.” That last portion was something that he had been thinking. It was not something he meant to say. A flash of scarlet crossed his face as he tried to fix his mistake. “Ah… Um… Hyo is not flower… She is friend. Yes! Friend here. Not flower…” he was only making it worse.
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Posted: Fri Oct 08, 2010 10:52 pm
The fact that the man before her was nearly literally pouring sweat did not really disturb Lokiari. She was accustomed to the fact that when people busted their butts - they sweated. Sometimes a lot. It did cross her mind that he perhaps had a gland problem that perhaps caused him to sweat more than others, but it was a notion that was filed away to never be asked. After all, asking such a thing was rude and ridiculous and though she had some medical training, such a question was well above and beyond any training she'd had. Mostly she just knew how to patch people up well enough they didn't die before the real docs go to them.
The narrowing of the Frenchman's eyes did not entirely escape the Norwegian, but her curiosity did not push her to ask him what it was about. Clearly he came from a time different than her own and so she assumed part of it must have to do with the fact she was dressed oddly as far as some people from certain times might be concerned. She allowed him his chance to test her name on his own tongue and did not even allow the smile that begged to come forth to do so. Instead she nodded just a little, to tell him it was close enough.
His focus on flowers threw her off just a little when he began to respond to her and it took a few moments before she realized that he must not know the name of the organization he had joined. This fact surprised her and at first she missed when he started to tell her flower in french, though the Korean name brought her back to the present and focused on him more. Hyo...who was this Hyo? Clearly if this man called Hyo a flower than Hyo was a woman. She didn't recall meeting any Korean women, though, and she smiled slightly when he blushed. He was kinda cute when he did that, though most men were and she raised her hands to pat the air soothingly, "I understand. Hyo is your friend."
She paused, not sure if she should explain that LOTUS was the organization and not just a flower. Abel had not fully understood what she'd said before, who knew if he'd understand her now? But she tried, anyway, "LOTUS is the name of where you live now. Not just a flower." Hopefully her jilted English would help him understand her as she'd spoken slowly and cut out extra words to avoid confusing him. Lokiari also hoped he wouldn't take it as patronizing, because it wasn't meant to be.
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