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 Posted: Tue Apr 17, 2012 12:05 pm
Within these doors, lies the private sparring area of the Head-Mistress, Amaranthe. The second level provides individual showers, a sauna and a R&R bar, where you can find healthy drinks and snacks to repower yourself.
The ground level, is something out of a war movie, dummies lining one wall of the area, ready for attacks. Mats hang from another wall, to be laid out for sparring matches, yoga mats lie below them on the ground, for a more relaxing choice. Punching bags swing faintly when you walk past, their 200 pounds daunting to any smaller person....
Then finally, the basement, a hidden dance studio in the castle, unlike the much simpler one, upstairs.
Sparring Area
Dance StudioInvited People/Allowed People: Ambrosia Amirah Wren
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Posted: Wed Apr 18, 2012 11:29 am
 xxα м α я α и т н є ☪ в α ч и є ↘ ↘ ↘❝ Head - Mistress ❞ xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↳ at the Sparring Room ↳ with Wren ↳ feeling Hopeful xxxx↘↘↘ Amaranthe led Wren into the sparring area of her private rooms and kept one hand over his eyes as she led him, smiling faintly. She lead him to the center of the room, and removed her hand, looking up at him and then around at the room they were in.. "It's my personal sparring room... There's what equates to a spa upstairs, and a dance studio downstairs...." she sighed softly and shrugged. "I thought you might like to know it's here, even if you don't use it..."
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Posted: Sat Apr 21, 2012 1:10 pm
 яσввιиg тнє яι¢н тσ fєє∂ тнє ρσσя؟ ₩яεη ωнєяє ∂σ ι ѕιgи υρ! Wren's curiosity rose even further when Amaranthe placed a hand over his eyes to keep him from seeing whatever it was until they arrived. He continued to follow her lead, allowing the female to take him to wherever their destination was. Just because his eyes were covered didn't mean he wasn't paying attention though. He listened for any sounds that might indicate where it was they were headed and counted his footsteps as well.
He glanced down at Amaranthe when she removed her hand and smiled at her before letting his cerulean eyes roam the expanse of the room. His gaze trailed around the sparring room as he listened to her speak, this was definitely something he could use. The dance studio would be perfect for his stretches, the sparring room, well, that was somewhat obvious and whatever the spa like thing upstairs was would be nice for relaxing in afterwards. His eyes turned to her once more as she finished speaking. "Thank you, my angel, and I would very much like to use it, with your permission of course."
мσσ∂: Intrigued, happy
συтfιт: Current
¢σмραиу: Amaranthe
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Posted: Thu Apr 26, 2012 11:21 pm
xxα м α я α и т н є ☪ в α ч и є ↘ ↘ ↘❝ Head - Mistress ❞ xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↳ at the Sparring Room ↳ with Wren ↳ feeling Happy xxxx↘↘↘ Amaranthe's eyes lit as she saw the smile on his face, and butterflies danced through her stomach as he spoke, those bright eyes turned towards her and only her. She could feel the emotions shifting through him, settling on happy as she looked up, her own smile gracing her lips as she spoke. "Why would I have shown you, if not to allow you to use it?" she laughed, smiling up at him with some amount of joy. "You're allowed in at any time, same with my tower, you're always welcome in my quarters.... You're officially part of my inner circle, and that's not something that comes lightly..." her eyes glint with mischief as she looked at him, amused.
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Posted: Tue May 01, 2012 4:18 pm
яσввιиg тнє яι¢н тσ fєє∂ тнє ρσσя؟ ₩яεη ωнєяє ∂σ ι ѕιgи υρ! Wren smiled warmly back at petite female. She was beautiful, even more so when she smiled, and the young thief knew he would do whatever it took to protect her. Even if she fell out of love with him he would remain by her side and protect her as best he could. A playful glint appeared in his eyes at her first question. "Perhaps you just wished to tease me." He replied with a laugh. The male listened as she spoke once more. He was always welcome in her quarters? Well, that brought images to his head that were probably better left kept to himself, and also caused him to think it would, most likely, be best to knock first. Officially part of her inner circle? The young male liked the sound of that, and hoped that it would always stay true. The mischief in Amaranthe's eyes did not go unnoticed by Wren. He took her hand in his own and raised it to his lips, brushing lightly against the top of her hand. "I would never take such an honor lightly, my angel." His own eyes radiated with mischief as he looked to her face once more, a kind smile on his lips. "So, what's on your mind my lovely Amaranthe?"
мσσ∂: Happy
συтfιт: Current
¢σмραиу: Amaranthe
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Posted: Sun May 13, 2012 12:31 am
xxα м α я α и т н є ☪ в α ч и є ↘ ↘ ↘❝ Head - Mistress ❞ xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↳ at the Sparring Room ↳ with Wren ↳ feeling Slightly Embarrassed and Curious xxxx↘↘↘ Amaranthe's cheeks turned a brilliant color of red and she found herself staring at the floor as she saw the images the popped into Wren's head, her two tone eyes stayed trained on the floor until he kissed her hand. It only served to make her cheeks turn brighter before she looked up at him, smiling faintly. "I don't believe, that I should be the one asked that, Wren... Your thoughts are no secret, keep that in mind... Especially when you project such images so vividly..." her voice was soft, her eyes turned up to look at him.
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Posted: Sun May 13, 2012 6:04 pm
яσввιиg тнє яι¢н тσ fєє∂ тнє ρσσя؟ ₩яεη ωнєяє ∂σ ι ѕιgи υρ! Wren turned curious when Amaranthe's gaze turned to the floor, why was she suddenly looking at the floor. Then he noticed the color of her cheeks and wondered what had caused that. When she did look up at him she was smiling and that made him smile in return. Her words confused him further, up until she mentioned his thoughts not being a secret. Well, this was... His own cheeks turned a deep shade of red and he placed a hand over his face to try and hide it, his eyes focusing on one of the walls. He hadn't expected that. The last time he had met someone who could read minds was...never. "Forgive me, Angel." He couldn't help but smile when her two tone eyes shifted up to look at him, marveling at the beauty before him. "I will try to keep an eye on my thoughts in the future." She was lovely, he would never see her as anything less.
мσσ∂: Embarrassed, very embarrassed. I would like to go hide in a hole. Now.
συтfιт: Current
¢σмραиу: Amaranthe
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Posted: Sun May 13, 2012 10:21 pm
xxα м α я α и т н є ☪ в α ч и є ↘ ↘ ↘❝ Head - Mistress ❞ xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↳ at the Sparring Room ↳ with Wren ↳ feeling Amused xxxx↘↘↘ Amaranthe chuckled at Wren's words as she shrugged one shoulder, her eyes bright as she smiled at him. "It's alright, love... I don't have a problem with your line of thought, not in the slightest... In fact, they're quite fascinating to me..." she smiled again and looked down at her hands once more, her lips just barely kissed with a smile before she chewed on her bottom lip and looked back up at him, unsure of what else to say to him.
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Posted: Wed May 16, 2012 4:08 pm
яσввιиg тнє яι¢н тσ fєє∂ тнє ρσσя؟ ₩яεη ωнєяє ∂σ ι ѕιgи υρ! Well, now, those words made that mischievous smile dance across his lips once more. He was planning anything per se but the way she had worded her sentence, that she didn't have a problem with it and found them fascinating. It was much like the feeling a child got when caught by a parent with their hand in the cookie jar and then being told that they could have said cookie. He grinned at the woman before him, not his usual, mischievous smile but one that was kind and warm. It was only there for a moment though, blink and you would have missed it. The reason for its sudden disappearance was an idea that had suddenly popped into his head, a flash of one really. That was all he allowed it to be. How else could he plan out and surprise her with something? Cerulean eyes sparkled with mirth and mischief. "So, what's your favorite thing to do for fun around here?"
мσσ∂: I feel like a kid with a cookie.
συтfιт: Current
¢σмραиу: Amaranthe
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Posted: Wed May 16, 2012 5:34 pm
xxα м α я α и т н є ☪ в α ч и є ↘ ↘ ↘❝ Head - Mistress ❞ xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↳ at the Sparring Room ↳ with Wren ↳ feeling Curious and Frustrated xxxx↘↘↘ Amaranthe frowned at Wren when he changed his thoughts. With a huff, she frowned up at him, not really serious, just mildly frustrated by him being able to do so. She took a deep breath as he asked what she liked to do for fun and shrugged slowly "I don't know, honestly... I don't exactly have time very often...." she smiled softly "The only thing I've ever really done, is going swimming..."
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Posted: Wed May 16, 2012 6:12 pm
яσввιиg тнє яι¢н тσ fєє∂ тнє ρσσя؟ ₩яεη ωнєяє ∂σ ι ѕιgи υρ! Her frown only served to widen that mischievous smile of his. Clearly, he was planning something but the male was going to do his best to keep her in suspense until that plan was put into action. Funny that things he had learned as a thief would help him do something like this. Like how easy it was for him to switch from one subject to another in his thoughts, perhaps that was more something he had picked up from his mother and her habits though. "Really? Well, we're just going to have to change that. All work and no play makes for very grumpy people...or, in my mother's case, people very prone to mood swings." He laughed lightly as he spoke the last of those words then took her hand in his own. He was certain that he had passed a pool at some point. Closing his eyes, the male retraced his steps through the castle thus far. Yes that was it. He turned to Amaranthe once more and looked her over, a sly smile spread across his face. "Since swimming is the only thing you've done so far, I do believe we will start at the pool." Gripping her hand a little tighter, but not so much that it would hurt, Wren began to pull her towards where he knew the pool to be.
мσσ∂: This is going to be fun
συтfιт: Current
¢σмραиу: Amaranthe
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Posted: Wed May 16, 2012 6:20 pm
xxα м α я α и т н є ☪ в α ч и є ↘ ↘ ↘❝ Head - Mistress ❞ xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↳ at the Sparring Room ↳ with Wren ↳ feeling Curious xxxx↘↘↘ Amaranthe squeaked softly as Wren took her hand and they began to head towards what must be the pool, from his words. She mumbled and grumbled about changing clothes as he tugged her behind him, guessing that it was a good thing she'd chosen the undergarments she had... She could at least swim in them without embarrassment.
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Posted: Sat Jul 14, 2012 9:21 pm
 ▀▀▀▀▀▀ ▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀ ▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀ ▀▀▀▀▀ ▀▀▀▀▀▀ ▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀¤¸¸.·´¯`·.¸·..>>--» Ambrosia MacAllister «--<<..·.¸¸·´¯`·.¸¸¤—¤÷(`[¤* Current Outfit *¤]´)÷¤— Ж "I'm not afraid to fall
It means I climbed up high
To fall is not to fail
You fail when you don't try" Ж Ambrosia nodded her head at his question, wondering what type of weapon he would prefer. Personally, this Head-Mistress did not care to use weapons. She found her abilities served her well enough, but Kyrie had not grown up a shifter like she had. He had not even possessed any animal qualities originally. "We do have a few you could choose from, I'll show you once we arrive. Is there any that you would prefer?" The woman inquired with a smile as she led him out of the room.
They walked down the hall towards where she and her sisters' personal rooms were. Every step she took, every movement she made, held all the feline grace of one of her favorite animals. It took them only a few minutes to reach the entrance to Amaranthe's sparring room. As they stepped inside her gaze quickly scanned the room's expanse to see if anyone was using it or if they would have it to themselves. She smiled lightly after finding that they were the only two inside. Good, it would be easier to focus this way.
Ambrosia led him over to a corner of the room and opened a chest which she had stored their. It was filled with weapons of every kind; most were wooden, but underneath those were metal blades, all of them were well maintained. Just because she did not care for them did not mean that Ambrosia never used them. From time to time she would practice with a couple of them, usually the ones which gave a longer reach to the wielder. Gesturing to the open chest, the female spoke. "You may take your pick Kyrie, I will set up the mats while you do."
Ж "I'm not afraid to fall
I've fallen many times
They laughed when I fell down
But I have dared to climb " Ж
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Posted: Mon Jul 16, 2012 5:26 pm
"People that don't like cats..." Kyrie NwalmærThe elf shrugged at Ambrosia's question as she followed her out of the room. "Well, to be honest, I'm more of a traditionalist when it comes to sword-play, so I prefer the sabre. Though... I do like to have a main-gauche in my left hand... as it feels a bit more balanced to me." he replied, smiling lightly. "To be honest, I'd be surprised if you had one of those though, as they're a bit more specialized," he added, laughing a bit and continuing after her.
Kyrie looked around with interest as they entered the head-mistress's wing of the castle, having never been to this particular section. Upon entering the sparring room, his cat ear's pricked up a bit in surprise, having expected a smaller room. This sparring room was large, much larger than where he had used to spar in. The elf followed Ambrosia over to the chest, looking into it curiously, surprised by the number of weapons, even if the majority of them were practice wooden weapons.
At her words, he nodded a confirmation, distracted by the numerous different weapons as he started to look through the chest to pick something out. He quickly found a wooden weapon carved to resemble a standard sabre. Picking it up, Kyrie checked its balance by turning it over in his hands before holding the hilt and holding it in front of him in a guard position. It was well-balanced for a wooden weapon, but strangely, it felt rather awkward in his hand, more-so than would be simply expected from a lack of practice.
Even though it had been a few years since he'd used a blade, he had practiced for a decent number more with one back when he'd lived in his birth-village. However, the elf just shrugged, attributing the awkwardness to not having practiced in a while. The elf went back to the chest, quickly finding a short wooden dirk, the closest thing in the chest to a main-gauche, and held it in his offhand, his left. After doing a few practice swings with both weapons, though more-so with the sabre, Kyrie lowered the weapons and went over to where Ambrosia was setting up the mats.
"...haven't met the right one yet."
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Posted: Sun Jul 22, 2012 2:11 pm
▀▀▀▀▀▀ ▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀ ▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀ ▀▀▀▀▀ ▀▀▀▀▀▀ ▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀¤¸¸.·´¯`·.¸·..>>--» Ambrosia MacAllister «--<<..·.¸¸·´¯`·.¸¸¤—¤÷(`[¤* Current Outfit *¤]´)÷¤— Ж "I'm not afraid to fall
It means I climbed up high
To fall is not to fail
You fail when you don't try" Ж The female tilted her head slightly at his response, thinking.A main-gauche...no, she didn't believe that was part of her collection. Or, if it was, she had overlooked it. "I am fairly certain that a main-gauche is not among the weapons I possess. Most of those that i have are wooden since I use them only for practice, and even then on rare occasions." Ambrosia shrugged one shoulder after saying this and smiled at him. It was true after all, she hardly used weapons. Though Ambrosia did not get into fights aside from a friendly spar very often. Most who knew her knew better than to bring about her anger, and those that did not learned soon enough.
Ambrosia chuckled softly to herself as she noticed Kyrie's gaze wandering about the wing which she shared with her sisters. It was the only part of the castle where their guests were not permitted to roam freely. Had to give the Head-Mistresses some privacy. Since they were here, she could show him where her room was afterward though. It wouldn't take long to do so, and that way Kyrie would know where to find her if he ever needed to.
After her pet's nod, the woman set off across the room to prepare an area for them to spar. The benefit of having powers like hers was that it made tasks such as this much easier. Gestures were not required to use her abilities, not this one anyway, but it did help her to focus more. With a slight wave of her hand several mats danced off of the wall and over to where she stood. Another gentle movement and they were aligning themselves neatly on the floor in front of her.
Yes, the woman loved her abilities and enjoyed the chance to play with them, but she wouldn't use them in a match. Not if the one whom she was sparing with did not possess powers that were similar. Ambrosia would never fight unfairly in a match such as this. The woman turned to smile at Kyrie when she spotted him out of the corner of her eye. "I hope it wan't too hard to find what you were looking for. Ready to begin?"
Ж "I'm not afraid to fall
I've fallen many times
They laughed when I fell down
But I have dared to climb " Ж
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