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 Posted: Wed Feb 23, 2011 5:47 pm
A bruised and battered Wrath/Liberality spawn by the name of Bleez thrust fist and foot into a sparring dummy in a large, secluded courtyard, blocked off from entry by four large buildings on each side, one housing a door to the inside. Blocked off, except for the wide-open ceiling... or lack of one. The courtyard itself was populated with sparse patched of grass. The majority of the space was taken up with various training gear. Bleez was currently honing her accuracy on the the dummy.
Earlier, in the all-dirt fighting circle, Bleez had been sparring with one of the other members of the fighting guild she was a part of. She had lost, badly, and her current bruises were evidence of the areas she needed to guard better. She'd hear about this from the Guild Master later. For now, she was taking her anger out on this inanimate object.
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Posted: Fri Feb 25, 2011 7:02 am
As per usual, Mischa was in search for excitement, for adventure, for FUN. But today, there seemed to be a little more dull than normal. All the usual places had the usual faces, and nothing seemed to be new anymore. So.. Today was a day where it was time to do a little trespassing.
Sure, he wasn't supposed to be here, but what was the fun in listening to all the rules, all the time? He wasn't hurting anyone, right? And besides, he had a quick get-away. There were some times where he was just so so so happy that he had wings that carried him. Quick escapes were becoming more and more useful.
Today, his adventure led him to a weird building with no roof. How he found it, he did not know, but he landed with a small thud onto the edge of the walling, just watching a girl beat down a weird shaped thing. He didn't say anything, but just watched, thinking she looked like such a cool fighter...
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Posted: Fri Feb 25, 2011 9:50 pm
Bleez continued pounding on the dummy until she landed a solid kick that sent the head flying off, bouncing across the ground. Satisfied she had accomplished enough for the day, she dropped her guard, easing the tension in her body. She had not noticed her little visitor that had arrived since she'd been so focused on her training.
Walking over to a bag of her things, she reached in a pulled out a towel. She wiped the sweat off her face, trying to get her heart rate and breathing back into normal ranges. She walked around a little before collapsing on the ground in an exhausted heap.
When she removed the towel from her face, she finally saw her feathered watcher. If she wouldn't have been breathing heavily still, she probably would have gasped. "Um,hi. Who're.you?"
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Posted: Sat Feb 26, 2011 2:28 am
Amazed eyes continued to all but stare at the awesome girl before him, finding much entertainment at her vigor. It was all he could do to keep from shouting out and cheering, encouraging her to beat down the inanimate object. What could he say, he loved the way fighting looked! Don't get him wrong, fighting was bad when it was done in malice, but she was TRAINING, and training meant she was strong!
When the head went flying, he had to fight the urge to applaud! She had sent it FLYING! To his pleasant surprise, she had acknowledged him, and with excitement, he glided down to her, standing before the girl who had been sitting on the ground.
"I'm Mischa the Adventurer! I fly far and wide to find the most awesome things possible! And you, miss, are quite awesome." He was quite the little honest one, though he had a bit of trouble wording it in a way that made sense. "I mean, you kicked that thing like PEW! And punched it like "KAPOW!" then it went flying!"
He stood in place, trying to mock her, a leg up in the air. for a moment, he simpl stood there, giggling in awe, before he noticed something. She was alone. In a large empty court yard.
"Tell me, Miss, what's your name? And why are you out here by yourself?"
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Posted: Sat Feb 26, 2011 6:49 pm
Bleez couldn't help but chuckle at the kid's excitement. It almost made her forget about her current injuries... until too much laughing reminded her of a few bruised ribs. She winced, clutching her side and causing her laughing to halt.
"Mischa? Unique.name." Her speech, despite her pain, was a quick as ever. "My.name's.Bleez." She went to stand, but her legs protested and refused to support her weight, so she remained on the ground.
Trying to make herself more comfortable, she sat cross-legged, slouching. She really would like to take a break and this kid's questions seemed like the perfect opportunity. "I'm.only.by.meself.right.now. I'd.been.sparring." She turned her body around, showing off some recent bruises. "I.lost,so.I.had.to.train.more,per.the.Guildmaster."
Bleez's eyebrow raised as a thought came to mind, "How'd.you.get.in.here?"
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Posted: Wed Mar 02, 2011 8:48 am
"Thank you, Bleez is a cool name, like.. Something I hand't heard of before. Mischa is just a Russian name. I don't know where Russia is though. Is there a Russia in Gaia?" He was rambling, a bit embarrassed to do so infront of someone so awesome. Needless to say, he was just a tad bit infatuated with the spawn before him. She was pretty and strong and totally BA.
"You lost..? Well, you know wha? The one think I can say about loosing is that after it happens, you know what you did wrong, and you won't make that same mistake again." Wait.. He bet she knew this already..
"Don't mind me.. I'm confused, I never make any sense. .." His cheeks blushed a nice rosy color, and his tentena curling up on the side of his head, expressing his embarrassment.
"Oh, I'm an adventurer. I look for new things almost every day. And today, you are the new thing I've found, but you are much much more interesting that most of anything else I've ever encountered!"
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Posted: Fri Mar 04, 2011 8:25 pm
"I.think.Mischa's.a.cool.name," Bleez answered truthfully, "It's.unique. I've.never.heard.anyone.else.by.that.name." She thought over his question about Russia next, then answered it, "There's.as.much.a.Russia.as.there.is.an.Ireland. That's.where.me.mum's.from."
"Heh,adventure,cool." She managed to say as he spoke. She definitely didn't see herself the same way that he saw her. Interesting? Nope, not her.
As the young boy rambled, Bleez noticed his little pink antenna/tentacles curling on themselves. Her own fascination with the Lust appendages produced a rather high-pitched squeak. They were so... CUTE! She managed to suppress her urge to run over and fawn over them. Instead, she faked a cough, trying to cover her squeak.
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Posted: Tue Mar 08, 2011 7:44 pm
"Really!!!" His cheeks flared up even more, his tenttenna curling up in a pleased manner. "I do adventure.. I go everywhere.. But.. Sometimes it gets lonely, so I try to meet people to adventure with.. "
He couldn't get his blush to die down at all as he spoke to the girl. But when he heard the strange sound come from her, he glided to her side, putting a hand on her head.
"Are you okay, Miss Bleez? Do you need some water or something?"
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Posted: Sat Mar 12, 2011 9:54 am
"Oh,no.no.no.no. I'm.fine,really," Bleez stammered, blushing slightly as her embarrassment rose. She'd been trying so hard not to seem like a goof. Oh, but those cutesie little tenttena were within cuddling distance! Somehow she needed to get her mind off them and back on something, anything else.
"So... uh,how,old're.you?" It was the only question her mind could come up with a she glanced around the training yard. What else could she ask? That questions wouldn't take long to answer at all.
Spotting another practice dummy close by, she got an idea. "Wanna.learn.some.fighting.moves?"
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Posted: Sun Mar 13, 2011 11:02 am
For a moment, the girl before him seemed a bit confused, and he, himself, tilted his head, curious as to why she was acting this way.
"Are you sure you are alright, Miss Bleez?" He questioned, offering his hand to her to help her off the ground. When asked his age, he made a thoughtful expression.
"To be completely honest... I'm not that old.. Maybe.. Half a year at most..? But my family goes by size, and by size, I would be... Er.. Child size? When I was little, my dad called me "bite size" Which is a little scary, I mean, who wants to hear their parents saying they want to eat them? Oh, I'm sorry, I'm rambling again.." The more he stood around the girl, the more flustered he got. She was just so pretty and cool and awesome in his mind. A girl who DIDN'T need to be saved or helped, she could beat up people on her own! Look at him, he was rambling in his own head now..
For a few moments, he went silent, his tentenna going limp on his head and swung slowly back and forth as he rocked on his heels, chewing on his lower lip. The whole situation was a bundle of awkward nerves. Though with the suggestion of learning a few moves, his tentanna immediately sprang up, standing straight on end, before wiggling back down and curling up like before.
"Really!! You'd teach me some moves? That would be so awesome!"
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Posted: Sun Mar 13, 2011 12:26 pm
Good, a distraction, she thought as she took the offered hand and pulled herself up. ""I'm.not.that.old.either. My.family.goes.by.the.same.thing. I'm.teen." The Wrath girl tired not to squeak again when Mischa's tenttena sprang up. Instead, she focused her mind on what to teach him. Well, best to start with the basics...
"Okay,the.first.thing.you.need.to.do.is.stretch. If.you.don't.stretch.before.practicing,you'll.probably.hurt.yourself.accidentally." Bleez began to stretch as she continued, "Pulled.muscles.aren't.fun,especially.in.the.middle.of.sparring." She started with her feet shoulder width apart and bent down, touching her toes. "I.usually.hold.this.for.about.ten.seconds.on.each.leg." Ten seconds holding, and she lifted, bending down to the other foot next. "It's.good.to.stretch.every.muscle.'cuz.ya.never.know.which.ones.you'll.be.using." With that said, she stood straight up and began rotating each finger. "It's.even.important.to.get.your.hands.limber."
Once she was satisfied with their stretches she walked over to the practice dummy. "Lesse.whatcha.got,first." Walking behind the dummy to hold it steady, she motioned for Mischa to stand in front of it. "Punch.it.with.all.ya.got." Smiling, to help easy any nerves he might have about punching, Bleez readied herself behind the soft mannequin.
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Posted: Wed Mar 16, 2011 12:36 pm
"Stretch! Got it!" He had done this before, touching his toes, rolling his back, stretching every part of himself. He even stretched his tentennas, because you never know, right?
"Not fun at all! It's like someone saying, 'haha, you tried to hard, now hurt!'" He was no stranger to such injuries, especially how active he was, compared to his older brother Edes.
"See what I got..? Oh, um, okay!" He gave the bag a few weak punches. It wasn't as if he wasn't trying! He really was.. But he didn't have a single aggressive point in his body... It was like telling a puppy to get angry. No, they don't get angry, they get sad. Atleast, that's what Mischa thought.
"Sorry.. I suck.. What can I say, I don't like to fight.. It's cool, but.. I think I'm a runner." He felt no shame in saying that. Not everyone could be strong..
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Posted: Wed Mar 16, 2011 6:53 pm
"Oh,k,I.see," Bleez muttered when her initial plan didn't go so well. Fighting had always come so easily for her, she didn't stop to think that someone else would prefer to just run away.
She stepped out from behind the dummy, her hand on her chin in thought. Her tail flicked back and forth as she paced about, trying to think of something else to teach the boy. The thought process was far from easy for her, every idea that she was coming up with involved fighting. This was definitely a puzzler.
Bleez continued to mull over the problem of what to teach Mischa that might actually help him. She thought of her training and what she'd learned here, at the guild. Then a thought came to mind, finally. "DODGING!" she chimed happily, snapping her fingers. "I.can.teach.you.to.dodge! That.way.you.don't.have.to.fight!" She beamed down at the small boy, obviously proud of herself. "That'd.be.okay,Mischa?"
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Posted: Sat Apr 02, 2011 11:07 am
"I'm sorry.. " His tentacles went to lay limply on the side of his head, simply swinging gently back and forth.. When he felt sad, he had no extra energy to share with his rather horn like accessories on the top of his head. He began to rock back and forth on his heels again, this time not out of excitement, but because he felt awkward around her. Boys were supposed to be strong.. And he was just a little weakling. Personally, he didn't mind it at all! But.. You can't impress pretty girls being weak!
When she mentioned dodging, he looked up, curiously. "Dodging? You mean like rolling out of the way and such?"
"Well, if it means I can be awesome like you and NOT have to fight, I'm all for it!"
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Posted: Sat Apr 02, 2011 12:52 pm
"Oh,trust.me,you.can.make.an.opponent.look.like.a.fool.just.by.dodging.and.diverting.hits." Bleez chuckled, a little uneasily. She was all too familiar with her very aggressive fighting style being countered effortlessly by another's blocking tactics. In fact, that's how she'd lost her latest match. She'd faced one of the judo trainees of the guild and got rolled, literally... several times. She ended her uneasy chuckle with a small sigh, wanting to get the failure out of her mind. "ANYWAY," she blurted, getting back to the current matter, "the.most.common.dodge.is.to.simply.move.out.of.the.way. That,however,is.more.easily.said.than.done. So,we'll.practice.blocking.first."
Bleez moved so she was standing next to Mischa. "First,let's.learn.a.basic,strong.stance." She assumed a guarding stance, her front foot facing forward and her back foot turned to the side. They were placed far enough apart to allow for a lower center of gravity, but not too far apart where she'd lose her balance. Her heals where slightly offset from each other, also helping with the stability of the stance. "Note.where.my.feet.are.and.how.my.legs.are.slightly.bent. This.is.the.strongest.stance.you.can.be.in."
"Now,for.blocking." She brought her arms up, hands balled up in fists. Her front arm was out in front of her face a ways, while her back arm was close to her chest. "Depending.on.your.opponent,your.basic.blocking.structure.might.change. A.pretty.basic.blocking.is.this." She re-emphasized her arm placement by tensing her arms. "Think.of.your.hand.close.to.your.chest.as.a.backup,whereas.your.front.hand.will.do.most.of.the.blocking."
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