originally posted in:The New Dojo
"Thanks. My name is Brutus, er- just Brutus."
The gladiator closed the distance between the blonde woman and himself, offering a handshake. His own hand was rather scarred, and had a rough texture to the outside. Certainly not the hand of a noble- despite his unwillingness to fight.
"And your name? I'd hate to call you lady for the rest of our time together."
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"Elizabeth. The kindness on your part is appreciated, though - can't say that many have called me "lady"." [i]Elizabeth would bow her head towards the gladiator, as the rugged hands of the warrior were clasped by a singular, smooth hand, as soft as silk. Yet the hand was freezing, as if the fingers were hardened icicles, her grip the cold wrath of winter coming.[/i] [i]Though Elizabeth's friendly demeanor contrasted with such coldness.[/i] "No one should fight over such things. Though wars start for less, to be terribly honest."
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"In...deed." Brutus released from the grasp, feeling the cold on his hand for a moment... He'd seen enough magic to know something was going on. Placing his hand back on his trident, which was resting against his shoulder, he picked it up off the ground. He quickly aimed at the woman- before speaking. "Shall we make use of the world creation seats?" It seemed that he was referring to VR. Seeing as he had no armor beside the helmet and his belt area, it was probably a good idea. "Unless you have some other sort of practice in mind?"