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 Posted: Sun Oct 14, 2018 7:11 am
Carminite always made it a point to be punctual to arranged meetings and the like. Especially those that involved some kind of training, like this one likely would. The brief meeting with General Marcasite had yielded him a training session, much to his personal delight. There had been few things he'd been able to do on behalf of the organization, and part of it was perhaps because of his lack of understanding of his abilities. Truth be told, beyond meeting an energy quota there'd been few chances to really engage anyone in combat. Regular civilians were...easy targets. So?
The General generously offered to train him here in Negaspace, where there was very little chance of being interrupted.
Carminite stood in the center of a modest sized room. There were three dusty chairs off in one corner of the room, otherwise it was empty and suited their needs just fine. He stood at attention, waiting for the good General's arrival, while in his mind he was running through the various videos of martial artists going head to head, hoping to take away something from them that he could use today so he didn't make a fool of himself in front of her. He wanted to be useful to the Negaverse, not seen as a nuisance that couldn't hold his own in a fight.
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Posted: Thu Nov 15, 2018 9:13 am
General Marcasite's specialties lay in her civilian side of things, but she made it a point to take advantage of the privilege and resources she had at her fingertips to keep in shape and stay fight-ready. And she never turned down a meeting, for whatever reason, because she had always appreciated when others had responded to her calls despite not being familiar with her.
And when people asked for some sparring or combat training, she stepped up to the plate. Being able to defend one's self, even if combat wasn't a specialty, was important.
She arrived close to the designated meeting time, her booties clacking against the hard floor of the castle. When she entered the room, her hat was pushed up and she offered a kind, but professional smile. "Ah, have you been waiting long?"_ p a o cx thank you for your patience
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Posted: Sat Mar 02, 2019 11:06 pm
He returned the smile with a polite, practiced one of his own, thought he still stood at attention out of respect. He could feel the weight of her aura in the room, a presence much stronger than his own. Rather than discourage him though he found he was a little more excited for this upcoming sparring session. "Just a minute, maybe two."
He gestured toward the chairs. "I wasn't sure if you wanted a chair to rest on for when we take a break, if we need one, but we have a few if we need them."
There was a moment of silence before he said, "As for this training session, what did you have in mind? A fist fight? It's really my only option since I'm still a lieutenant, but I'm willing to learn whatever it is you can teach me."Nuxaz And yours... *stares at this post date vs yours* Sorry. ;;
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Posted: Wed Apr 17, 2019 10:14 am
Marcasite took in the man's appearance, the way he held himself and found herself pleasantly surprised.
"You were prepared, that's good," she told him, wetting her lips before rolling her shoulders back as if she were attempting to loosen herself up for this.
"Depends, I have a unique weapon, but as weapons tend to vary, I was thinking we could focus on hand to hand first. The other side has magic at their disposal and without knowing what that magic does, it's important to be able to handle yourself up close," the woman explained, adjusting the gloves on her hands.
_ p a o cx you gucci, i don't mind <3
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Posted: Sat Apr 27, 2019 2:30 am
He watched her with curiosity in his eyes, a sort of fascination that came with wondering what it took to get to where she was in the Negaverse, what it took to become a General in their organization. What sacrifices, big and small, she had to make, what she had to do in the name of Metallia. He'd be lying if he found himself already doubting how far he was personally willing to go for their cause...
But he was trying, at least, to do more now. Better late than never, and maybe over time as he got to doing more he'd be able to handle more as well.
"I try," came his short reply, not out of disrespect but mostly because it was all he could think to say. She was teaching him, after all, so he was here mainly to listen and learn. When the General was finished speaking he asked, "Before the Negaverse I dabbled in kickboxing just for the sport of it, but since joining I've started really looking at it as a means to hold my own in a fight. Should I change my focus or...?"
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Posted: Wed May 01, 2019 7:29 am
By all accounts, Marcasite was a good soldier.
One of Xenotime's subordinates used refer to her as the 'golden girl' and she'd been comfortable with that back then. Now? Now she wasn't entirely sure how settled into her skin she was after everything.
But those were things she could easily compartmentalize and pack away until later.
Putting on a good face was easy, second nature at this point because of her career and her life in some sort of spotlight.
"Kickboxing's useful," she replied, shoulders rolling. "When I was recruited, my general specialized in MMA. So consider adding to your skills instead of dropping from another."
She liked the self defense she had picked up and the lessons she had taken specifically for her weapon fans. "Show me what you know," she flashed grin and even winked. "Don't worry I can take a punch."
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Posted: Tue May 21, 2019 9:37 pm
He considered her words thoughtfully; they made a lot of sense. There wasn't any reason he had to totally abandon kickboxing for something "better" so he gave a nod. "Definitely something to think about, thank you," he said, genuinely grateful for the advice. He could think about what he wanted to add later, though.
At her prompting he got into a classic kickboxing position, eyes trained on his target. The wink was met with a little smirk as he thought about the differences in speed and power there was between a lieutenant and a general, and what that might mean for him if he wasn't too careful.
He couldn't stand around forever, though, so after shuffling together some semblance of a game plan he started closing the gap between them, and soon after that he aimed a punch right for her stomach.
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