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We can do dice if you want. Brig's def is 10, armor 3. 10 + 6(rolled) init.
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atlas_shrugged
2014-02-09 04:42 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Brig unslings it and tosses all other weapons aside with one hand ]
Two knives.
[ He takes his stance and stands perfectly still. ]
Two knives.
[ He takes his stance and stands perfectly still. ]
Edited 2014-02-10 00:06 (UTC)
[ It's nearly noon when Josh wanders down to the Great Hall, dressed in the crimson staple of the Rhiannon Group. He'd opted out of his morning run, partly because he'd been up fairly late rearranging his sleep cycle.
He's just gotten a tray of food when he spots a group of hunters vacating the table that had become the unofficial seating area of his blade.
Sliding into a seat he leans back and glances around and wonders quietly how Stan and Yulia are doing up in Kibo. ]
He's just gotten a tray of food when he spots a group of hunters vacating the table that had become the unofficial seating area of his blade.
Sliding into a seat he leans back and glances around and wonders quietly how Stan and Yulia are doing up in Kibo. ]
26 April : hell or glory / i don't want anything in-between
kinesthesia
2014-02-14 02:52 am (UTC)(link)
SENT: 07:45 AM
hello, yulia. i just wanted to extend
my congratulations on your initiation
into zangyaku. welcome, sister.
-cisco
[ She sends it while keeping one eye on the children climbing all over Aidan.
Just another day at Falner, really. ]
[ Josh doesn't have to wonder; he could probably ask Yulia directly. She walks in the Great Hall, scanning the area and seeing if there was anyone from her Blade there. She is relieved when she sees Josh and--
she stops. And stares. ]
she stops. And stares. ]
[ Brigade's shield drops instinctively, second nature for him to block oncoming strikes, particularly in melee combat. Yulia shows no surprise, her barrage of attacks not stopping.
He likes how she attacks; a rain of metal that's visceral but calculated, constantly going after opening and using feints to open up weak points. She's managed to cut him in some places. Nothing to deep yet though, but she's getting there.
Brig, however, is used to this, having grown up in the army which focuses on close-quarters-combat; particularly in a unit that focused highly on knife work.
Yulia's as good as any expert bladewielder can get. And she was still getting better. ]
Use variable momentum. [ He suggests as he blocks and deflects her blows. His hand shoots forward after several blocks, tapping her on the side of her neck with two fingers quickly before returning just as quickly back to where he'd launched it from.] Change your speed to break your opponent's pattern. [ He takes a step forward and pushes Yulia backward with the full front of his shield before returning to a ready stance and waiting for her next onslaught. She's sure to break my guard with a less focused and a more tricky assault. ]
He likes how she attacks; a rain of metal that's visceral but calculated, constantly going after opening and using feints to open up weak points. She's managed to cut him in some places. Nothing to deep yet though, but she's getting there.
Brig, however, is used to this, having grown up in the army which focuses on close-quarters-combat; particularly in a unit that focused highly on knife work.
Yulia's as good as any expert bladewielder can get. And she was still getting better. ]
Use variable momentum. [ He suggests as he blocks and deflects her blows. His hand shoots forward after several blocks, tapping her on the side of her neck with two fingers quickly before returning just as quickly back to where he'd launched it from.] Change your speed to break your opponent's pattern. [ He takes a step forward and pushes Yulia backward with the full front of his shield before returning to a ready stance and waiting for her next onslaught. She's sure to break my guard with a less focused and a more tricky assault. ]
Edited 2014-02-17 09:11 (UTC)
[ And this is a bewildered looking Josh, casting a glance over his shoulder in order to check what--
--nope, nothing amiss there. Just other hunters and the Malice Kings' table with the usual suspects. So what in the world just made Yulia-- ]
Oh, well. That's great. Thanks. Really, Yulia. Really?
--nope, nothing amiss there. Just other hunters and the Malice Kings' table with the usual suspects. So what in the world just made Yulia-- ]
Oh, well. That's great. Thanks. Really, Yulia. Really?
[ He can probably guess what you're thinking and it's not that red--
--okay, fine, so maybe it is. ]
A Rhiannon suit. [ He might be linefacing a little because way to make him feel self-conscious. ] Remember those scary guys from when we first met Brig? Yeah. Them.
--okay, fine, so maybe it is. ]
A Rhiannon suit. [ He might be linefacing a little because way to make him feel self-conscious. ] Remember those scary guys from when we first met Brig? Yeah. Them.
[ Smiling, when she gets the response. Yulia Bostova is a reserved little thing ( taller doesn't always mean bigger in Cisco's book ) so she plays this carefully, because though their interactions have been brief, she does think fondly of the Bladian -- that and she has heard about Deirdra giving the girl her old knives. ]
SENT: 07:49 AM
if you find yourself free, come on by.
i'm usually with aidan in the mornings until
they need me to teach at balamb. but barring
classes i'm usually at haven working.
you like vodka, right?
Edited 2014-02-17 00:56 (UTC)
[ Toying with maybe lighting up a cigarette, though he delays that in favor of coffee for now. ]
Well, I've got to look the part since I'm interning as Gabriel Marlowe's personal assistant now.
[ He looks down at his coat, fusses a little. It's not that red, dammit. ]
Well, I've got to look the part since I'm interning as Gabriel Marlowe's personal assistant now.
[ He looks down at his coat, fusses a little. It's not that red, dammit. ]
[ She only bites because it would lessen the chances of seeing Taning that day. Despite talking it out with Hikaru the night before, she still didn't want to see neither Taning nor Brigade. ]
SENT: 07:51 AM
I would like that. I can meet today.
And I do like vodka, yes.
Oh? When did you start?
[ She asks only because she has not seen most of her Blademates since the move to Kibo.
And then she slaps his hand away from his suit. ]
If you find it so troublesome, you should just take it off. [ She means just the coat, but it's up to Josh how he interprets that. ]
[ She asks only because she has not seen most of her Blademates since the move to Kibo.
And then she slaps his hand away from his suit. ]
If you find it so troublesome, you should just take it off. [ She means just the coat, but it's up to Josh how he interprets that. ]
[ She clicks her tongue and shifts her footing before launching herself at Brigade again. ]
Somehow I doubt you called me here to talk about fighting styles.
[ She feints a frontal attack but springs just past him before kicking at his legs, just behind his knees. ]
Somehow I doubt you called me here to talk about fighting styles.
[ She feints a frontal attack but springs just past him before kicking at his legs, just behind his knees. ]
Edited 2014-02-18 13:55 (UTC)
[ Brig takes the hit. He stays rigid but he admits it was very good and strong kick. If he didn't tighten his muscles just before it landed, it would have took him off balance. ]
Good feint. You forced me to open up. Follow-through, don't worry, I can take it.
[ He blocks her next couple of blows, watches better for her feints, swings his shield in a haymaker which she avoids skillfully. He follows through with the momentum though and shoots out a turning side kick into her stomach as she tries to instantly capitalize on what she saw as an opening. It's a strong kick, enough to wind bigger men, and it pushes her back a few feet. But Yulia shows no sign of feeling the pain, or getting winded. Tough as always. Much respect.]
Yeah, I didn't. [ He goes back to his default stance, waiting for her to attack again ] Talk while fighting? Or talk over a cigarette?
Good feint. You forced me to open up. Follow-through, don't worry, I can take it.
[ He blocks her next couple of blows, watches better for her feints, swings his shield in a haymaker which she avoids skillfully. He follows through with the momentum though and shoots out a turning side kick into her stomach as she tries to instantly capitalize on what she saw as an opening. It's a strong kick, enough to wind bigger men, and it pushes her back a few feet. But Yulia shows no sign of feeling the pain, or getting winded. Tough as always. Much respect.]
Yeah, I didn't. [ He goes back to his default stance, waiting for her to attack again ] Talk while fighting? Or talk over a cigarette?
Edited 2014-02-19 01:32 (UTC)
Waking the Dead 2.0 || Friday: June 22, 2063 || 5:00 AM
thebrandybunch
2014-02-18 04:06 pm (UTC)(link)
[It's been hell of crazy as of late, down in Afghanistan - or, more specifically, somewhere in its mountains, thankfully far from the populated centers. While chasing after a lead on a powerful Relic, some Aegis Kai Doru operatives had ended up stumbling upon an old laboratory of Grendal's. Said old lab had been full of de-activated Wrecks - that is, disfigured monstrosities that were the result of experimenting with Umbra. Said Wrecks had promptly come to life.
That might explain why Zangyaku oni-tsukai were all over the place now, killing them, searching for other labs, and killing more of them. Just might.
As such, Saxon and Breton are hanging around close to the Zangyaku hangar deck, watching the portal, smoking their cigarettes. Their girl was coming soon, along with a bunch of other operatives from Kibo.
This was going to be fun.]
That might explain why Zangyaku oni-tsukai were all over the place now, killing them, searching for other labs, and killing more of them. Just might.
As such, Saxon and Breton are hanging around close to the Zangyaku hangar deck, watching the portal, smoking their cigarettes. Their girl was coming soon, along with a bunch of other operatives from Kibo.
This was going to be fun.]
[ Making a face right back at you, Bostova, because please. ]
Yesterday, actually. Second day later. Taking the access point to London after this, [ gesturing to his lunch.
And then, canting a head in her direction. ] Figured you'd be spending all your time training in Kibo. Don't get me wrong, am thrilled to see you. [ He really is. ] But how come you're in Falner?
Yesterday, actually. Second day later. Taking the access point to London after this, [ gesturing to his lunch.
And then, canting a head in her direction. ] Figured you'd be spending all your time training in Kibo. Don't get me wrong, am thrilled to see you. [ He really is. ] But how come you're in Falner?
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[ Cisco wanders down to Kibo early on Friday. She's not dressed in her Zangyaku uniform, has opted instead, for something more casual -- dark, slim jeans and a near-sheer tunic top, comfy shoes; a cloth bag slung over one shoulder and a purse in her other hand. A handful of the senior Whisperers are already preparing their space when she walks in, slipping off her flats by the door and bowing to them in greeting as she comes in.
She seeks out the girl assigned to Yulia, asks to speak with her for a bit and after a customary exchange of greetings through traded haiku, the Reynardi explains what it is she needs. When she is finished, the girl bows, her expression caught between oddly grateful and quietly worried that she'd failed in her assignment, but Cisco reassures her that it's perfectly alright, explains in a handful more verses ( she needs to practice, it's been awhile since she did this regularly ) that the Russian girl is a case best approached in a more... unconventional fashion.
When Yulia finishes morning sparring with the Brands, she can come wander over -- Cisco's outside, she's left today's training in the care of two senior Whisperers ( one boy, one girl ) because she's decided she'll be mentoring the Bladian from hereon. ]
Four steps--
worn by chance and circumstance.
Above, always that moon.
[ Looking over now, killing her cigarette in that tin she always keeps on her. ] Good morning, Yulia.
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