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 Posted: Fri Nov 13, 2015 11:43 am
Crims trained, a lot, even after the others were dismissed, because he appeared scrawny beneath his tunic and he knew that his fellow knights looked down upon him. Which was the exact reason he could be found in the training hall after dinner, fists pounding against the bag that hung from the ceiling.
A sheen of sweat coated his brow, his eyes narrowed and lips pursed in determination. After three more sets of punches and jabs, dancing around the punching bag, he drops to the ground, begins to do push ups. His arms shake from exertion and his weight, but he pushes through, ignores the way his muscles scream at him.
He won't get better if he doesn't push himself.
Three reps later and he takes a break, gulping down water from his canteen as he sits on the floor, back pressed against the stone wall. His chest is heaving, his head tilted back and his eyes are closed as he inhales and exhales, slowing his heart.
Even in his seemingly relaxed state, he didn't miss someone entering the room. Sighing, he opened his eyes, sat up a little straighter.
"If you're here, do you wanna spar?"frayedflower Let me know if this is okay!
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Posted: Tue Dec 15, 2015 3:22 pm
Alphonse looked down on his fellow knights by virtue of height alone, not anything to do with status or size. And who was he to? He was himself a lanky half-breed Thrymian born to an Earth bound artist. His being taken up as a knight was a surprise to well... everyone, probably most of all to himself. In his own heart, he'd sort of expected to move to Thrymr for good one day, establish himself as an artist and live out his days peacefully there.
Now here he was, expected to become a warrior... and while Alphonse wasn't exactly weak or powerless, looking stern and impressive did not mean he'd taken to his training like a fish to water. Which was why he returned, long white hair swept back into a loose bun, many strands having already liberated themselves to hang about his shoulders.
It came as a surprise to him that someone else was there. Though he supposed it shouldn't have. Crims was his name, wasn't it? The offer of sparring surprised him, although only mildly. This was what their lives were to be, was it not? Fighting, protecting what was theirs?
His hands were still soft.
"If you're up for it, " he offered mildly, and he meant nothing by it - Crims just looked tired was all - and although his tone was intended to be light and friendly, he had a naturally serious air that did not lend itself well to it.
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Posted: Thu Dec 17, 2015 9:06 am
"It beats going at it against a punching bag that can't punch back," Crims responded, picking his lanky frame off the ground. He stretched his arms across his chest, rotated his shoulder, and cracked his neck. His knuckles were sore, despite the wraps around them but he was ready for another round.
The page was determined to show that he was capable, formidable.
Amber eyes settled on the white haired man and he cocked his head slightly, the makings of a smirk spreading across his mouth. "I don't get to spar much outside of training, so having a partner would be nice." He recognized his fellow knight, but only vaguely-- the name Mont Blanc coming to the surface of his memory banks.
"I'm Crims, you're Mont Blanc right?" He stuck his hand out for a handshake.
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Posted: Fri Jan 08, 2016 11:26 pm
Mont Blonc chuckled warmly at that, brushing his stark white hair out of his eyes and resisting the urge to admire how dedicated his fellow page seemed to be. How strong, at least in terms of how he carried himself.
It wasn't that he did not consider himself strong, per say. One did not need physical prowess to have strength of a presence, and he was aware that he was capable of that, whether he meant to be or not. But it was not the same.
"I know your name." He did not say it unkindly; there were traces of warmth to his voice that gave that away loud and clear. "And yes, I am, " he offered his softer hands without hesitation, the wraps rough against his skin, but not in an unpleasant way. "A pleasure to speak with you properly. - and any time, Crims. I could use more practice, if I'm to be honest."
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Posted: Tue Jan 26, 2016 2:44 pm
It was hard to forget the stark white hair against the darker colors of Saturn, Mont Blanc painted an unforgettable image. Fingers closed around softer hands and Crims wondered what it would be like to have lived a different life, but this was the one the cauldron picked for him and he had long since stopped arguing over it.
Being a part of the Saturn knights had been his life since he was three.
"Same, despite how often we're around each other, there's never time to really talk is there?" As it were, Crims hadn't made many knight friends. He was barely coming into his height, filling out and building muscle only after he spend endless hours training on his own.
"You mean you don't waste your life training? Darn, here i was thinking you were just like me," Crims teased, cracking a wry grin at his companion.
"Shall we?" he asked, gesturing to the open floor beside them.
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