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exsiliumlogs2013-08-25 12:58 am
clario) wrote in exsiliumlogs2013-08-25 12:58 am
Entry tags:
closed | I got caught up by the chase
Date & Time: Morning today
Location: Training building
Characters: Robb Stark & Sweet Pea
Summary: Sweet Pea puts a king on his back. King doesn't know how to handle this.
[ it isn't their first practice. most of the time it ended embarrassingly quick. sweet pea's hands had quickly been torn open by the wooden sword's hilt. her arms ached, her shoulders ached, her back, her thighs... it was worse knowing robb was holding back so much.
she was slow, and clumsy and thoroughly unused to any weapons. she wanted to know whose brilliant idea it was to give her a greatsword and expect her to be able to use it. still she stuck to it out of a stubborn sense of pride. if she was going to have it, she may as well learn to use it.
today is the first time she has worn her initiative-gifted weapon, the outfit she had nicknamed the magdalene, underneath a raincoat she refused to remove.
today is also the first time she managed to not only disarm robb (and inside of four moves), but also got him on his back, the practice sword pointed at his neck. the surprise on her face, she is sure, matches his. ]
I think you yield.
Location: Training building
Characters: Robb Stark & Sweet Pea
Summary: Sweet Pea puts a king on his back. King doesn't know how to handle this.
[ it isn't their first practice. most of the time it ended embarrassingly quick. sweet pea's hands had quickly been torn open by the wooden sword's hilt. her arms ached, her shoulders ached, her back, her thighs... it was worse knowing robb was holding back so much.
she was slow, and clumsy and thoroughly unused to any weapons. she wanted to know whose brilliant idea it was to give her a greatsword and expect her to be able to use it. still she stuck to it out of a stubborn sense of pride. if she was going to have it, she may as well learn to use it.
today is the first time she has worn her initiative-gifted weapon, the outfit she had nicknamed the magdalene, underneath a raincoat she refused to remove.
today is also the first time she managed to not only disarm robb (and inside of four moves), but also got him on his back, the practice sword pointed at his neck. the surprise on her face, she is sure, matches his. ]
I think you yield.
no subject
You sure you're doing okay?
[ because really she's glad she's finally improving but she's also slaughtering you dude get a grip. ]
no subject
I am, or was. [ he move to reclaim his sword, swinging it around lightly before frowning. ] Your improvement is greater than I thought.