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originally posted in:The New Dojo
10/4/2016 8:38:54 PM
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[i]Dojo Courtyard // 1200 hours // Just a runic mage
Alyssa was in a particularly good mood.
While she never said why she was so, she never could conceal her emotions very well. It was obvious that the twenty-three year old was lovestruck, and even a child could figure that out. As she strolled into the courtyard with a bounce in her step, she looked around, smiling like a madwoman. Her brown, shoulder length hair was tied back in its usual, tight ponytail, her thick glasses reinforced with extra duct tape. She wore what she always wore; a pair of faded blue skinny jeans, and a loose, white, button-up shirt. She pulled a simple, three foot long, metallic longsword from a bin in the corner of the courtyard, a training sword. Swordplay had always interested her, and she decided that now she was a member at this "dojo", she should finally try it out. Of course she was open to do other forms of training and studying, however.[/i]
((Open, short post. Socialization, or training. Whichever.))
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[i]Alyssa nodded, lifting the blade, and swinging it downwards, using gravity to her advantage; the blow was much stronger.[/i]
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"Wow, that was a powerful swing... Now try swinging up..."
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[i]Suddenly, out of nowhere, a gunmetal gray, New Magnesium prosthetic arm—strong as titanium, light as a feather—appeared on her stump of an arm, because for the sake of training I'm gonna time skip to after JT implants the prosthetic. She gripped Sketch's blade, this time with two hands, and swung upwards, ten times stronger and fifteen times faster than before.[/i]
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*Sparks fly as she sword hits but Sketch manages to keep it steady.* "Wow, that's much better with the aug... You still need more practice of course... Let's try blocking. And let's see how well you can defend against a magical sword." *His sword disappears and he walks over to his backpack where there is a silver handled sword in a sheathe. He draws it, revealing a blue bladed sword.* "This sword can control ice. Let's see how well you can do... Get into a guard..." [spoiler]God... So many characters getting augs...[/spoiler]
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[b]Astrid walks past in her armour with no helm[/b] You look happy today.
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[i]Alyssa smiled widely at Astrid.[/i] "Yeah! It's a nice day," [i]She said, her eyes full of warmth and trust, fully... whole.[/i]
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I'm Astrid.
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"I'm Alyssa!"
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May i sit?
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"I-of course!" [i]She exclaimed, laughing slightly.[/i]
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[b]she sits down[/b] How come you're so happy?
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"Well, take a guess!" [i]Alyssa grinned. She was never able to conceal her emotions, and it didn't take a genius to know that was lovestruck.[/i]
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A new weapon? You have a crush on Someone?
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[i]Alyssa thought for a moment, then smiled at Astrid.[/i] "Both!" [i]She said, flexing her prosthetic fingers on her right hand.[/i]
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Ok. Who's the lucky individual? And can i check out your blade?
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[i]Alyssa smiled mischievously.[/i] "Somebody...." [i]She said in answer to Astrid's first question. In response to her second, she flicked the wrist of her prosthetic arm upwards, and a steel blade, an inch wide and a foot long, shot out from the bottom of the prosthetic, Assassin's Creed style.[/i]
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Hm... I think my daddy made that, you know how to use it?
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A new weapon. You have a crush on Someone?
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[spoiler]Evil bitch time.[/spoiler] [i]Within the courtyard stood a six foot three inch tall woman, who from the looks of it, was firing at a set of humanoid targets and practicing just how well her aim truly was. The woman seemed athletically thin, her face strikingly pale, almost vampiric. Her cheekbones were high, yet somewhat shallow, while her chin was sharp, yet it wasn't pointed. The woman's exquisitely platinum blonde hair was tied back in a long ponytail behind her, while a black leather tricorne hat sat upon her head, a pure why'd pigeon feather dimly protruding from the back. Cold, crystal blue irises were present within the woman's eyes, each aiming towards one of the targets as she raised a gloved hand, the gauntlet tightened by metal buttons. The right arm that she raised held a stylish flintlock pistol, and the woman simply pulled the trigger as a loud *BOOM!* sounded suddenly, although no smoke was caused by the pistol firing. The .44 Magnum sized round ball slammed into the target's center, right in the middle, ripping through straw with relative ease. The pale woman grinned at the sight of the shot tearing through her intended target, evident as she reloaded her pistol and holstered it at her side, beside her tight belt that wrapped around her dark leather long coat, with a bloodstained shirt with a little handkerchief thingy protruding from the neckpiece. She had style, it seemed. The pants she wore were brown leggings, her boots covered in mud and laced up rather tightly. A stylish cape fluttered from a slight shoulder pad on her left elbow, although it had gone completely still for a moment. Hanging at the woman's side was a sheath to a particularly large sword, the blade hidden away by the sheath itself, though the grip protruding out of it. Protruding out of the grip itself was a serrated knife-like dagger, and it seemed to be stuck onto the grip of the weapon that was at her side. The woman turned to face Alyssa, and for a moment, she showed a look of interest, almost curiosity-before immediately flashing a grin at the young mage and waving at her with her gloved hand. [/i]
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[i]Alyssa waved back, unfazed by the woman's admittedly worrying appearance. She grinned, running over to the one that would end up ruining her forever.[/i] "Hi! How are ya?" [i]She said, jamming the tip of the sword into the terrain of the courtyard.[/i]
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[i]Eh, I mean... Yeah, Irina's ruining her. The woman didn't reply back, although she did bow towards Alyssa deeply. After rising up, she performed several motions, the first displaying speaking with her hands, and then shaking her head. In short...she seemed to have been mute. [/i]
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"Oh...." [i]Alyssa shuddered at the thought of not being able to speak, then shrugged.[/i] "Well, it's okay! I'm sure plenty will understand you, even if you can't speak." [i]She smiled warmly at Irina, her green eyes full of kindness and trust.[/i]
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[i]The huntress only nodded towards Alyssa, and while her light blue eyes were apparently filled with kindness, honor and happiness...Irina's true intentions were not, and the writer known as "Orn" would probably feel like shit after doing this.[/i] [i]Irina thought about how she would be able to tell the girl in front of her the name that had been bestowed upon her at birth, as...well, Irina couldn't speak at all, and she didn't have any items to write with at the moment.[/i]
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"Hey, I know!" [i]Alyssa said, grinning kindly at Irina as she rubbed her palms together. She gripped the sword tightly, concentrated, and with a loud "pop", it transmuted via alchemy into a pile of papers and a pen. Alyssa handed it to Irina, only wishing to help her.[/i] "There! D'you need a clipboard, madam?"
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[i]Only taking the papers and the pen with her gloved hands, Irina wasn't surprised. A poor, delicate mind like Alyssa's wasn't going to make it too far in the world. She would change that. Although right now, the writer is weeping. She simply nodded her head, smiling towards Alyssa silently. She wanted to make her introduction...slightly formal.[/i]
