[Open] Fencing Premises

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Damn!

Perfect strands of long, red hair passed through a swift sway. On her hand lies a thin and dangerous weapon, commonly called as a rapier. She was serious about fencing, simply because she has to. For the sake of her grades and improvement, she gave it all her best. Not wearing any armor defies the etiquette, but confident that she can beat her spar, she continued to do things in her own way. Followed that is a gentle yet fast – moving evade, as if time stopped. The other’s rapier almost cut some strands of her crowning glory, but she didn’t allow such thing. As her eyes focused on the so – called ‘enemy’, her lips curved to a smile, devious enough to tell that she’s planning something else aside from a small pierce.

It is indeed a weapon with the real blade and edge that she is holding, but she cares less about it. Fayr, known more as Raion, the goddess of music and the meastermind behind the infamous mafia called Nobari, has been truly indulged with any form of blade or hazardous – looking weapons. It may not look like that much in her nature but she is the real deal that hides further. The brunette continued with her posture and stance as the other male commanded, sending her enemy down with a swift jab. It was like a normal thrust yet the impact was powerful, sending quite some wounds to the side due to the wind effect. The color of the challenger’s cheeks started to turn pale afterwards, defeated by her. It was a guy… defeated by a girl.

Fayr blinked her eyes and then helped the guy up. She is the goddess but she never uses powers unless if it is quite necessary for her to do so. She got some time to fix herself while she stands firm and placed her hands on her waist. “Alright, that’s enough for today. You did a good job, miss Fayr.” The goddess of music just nodded to that, even if she didn’t like it. Because the training session ended, she withdraws her blade back and then let everyone be dismissed including the mentor. She smiled at it simply while bowing, thanking for the lovely match.

It didn’t release the pressure of her angst awhile ago. It was probably because her arms were aching again. Finally… she mumbled to herself, not leaving the Arena yet. Her brother had a separate class and she had followed to permission suite afterwards, but her alone time gave her some decent thinking. As she walks to the other side, she pulled her rapier out again, and started to swing that around. Memorizing the stances that she has been practing since she has been taking the special subject. She has to pass on it too because it was essential.

The brunette’s movements were swift and of grace, as long as she kept on being concentrated at the moment. Her hair followed her every moment, though it wasn’t really bothering her too.

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[LOCKE ROZENKRANTZ]

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[AZARIA IOURDANOU]

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you don't see me at all

Fencing with swords... To be perfectly blunt, Az preferred guns; they saved him a lot of time and prevented more than a few unnecessary injuries. He wasn't incapable of melee fighting -- quite the opposite, actually -- she simply preferred striking from faraway shadows. That's what she was trained to do best, after all.

He had been trained to be ready for any situation; to expect the unexpected and react accordingly. However, Az had not expected for the tip of a sword to pierce through the wall just a few inches from her head.

While glancing at the tip of the blade with his typical indifferent expression, Az flicked the metal. Yup, it was real. Was someone attacking from inside the school? If they were, they weren't particularly good at fighting... Granted, many of the students at this school weren't particularly good at fighting, either. It was a lifestyle, and not everyone was cut out for it.

So of course, Az did what any atypical child assassin would do and walked over to the adjacent room to investigate. He didn't stealthily mask his presence or cautiously check for danger before entering... She just opened the door and walked in. There was a male and a female, one with a sword and one without, so it was easy enough to tell which one had unintentionally flung the sword. She was relatively sure that both of these students were in the same grade as her, though didn't ever recall paying much mind to them.

They might have given him some odd looks once or twice, though. That seemed to be the norm here. Maybe it was his hair... or the fact that he never talked... or that he occasionally wore dresses, as he was now (she was half female, though. How could that be strange?) It was a white, flowing thing with long sleeves, chosen by his sister, of course. It covered every bit of her body except her shoulders, which she had veiled with a scarf before she left her room.

Balancing on the balls of his feet and dancing away from any stray attacks from the ginger, he walked over to the sword embedded in the wall and curiously pushed the hilt of the blade, causing the whole sword to wobble back and forth. She neither acknowledged the presence of the others, nor made any indication as to what on Earth she was doing. Rude and awkward, to say the least.


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[FAYR MASTERS]

JUST SAY THAT YOU LOVE ME, GO INSANE

You keep denying to our love, but I know you want me more, feel all pain

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Swinging the blade on such a place wasn't with harm anyway. It was legit. The General Gymnasium has only been opened for their usage, and of course, for the practice. Even without the classes, it seems like it has been allowed. For such long time and experiences inside La Primma, Fayr here tried her best not to violate any rule. It was fun though, watching the other people get detention and probably sent to the principal's office. She was not a certain sadist to think of that most of the time, but who cares? There was this little evil side resting on her...

It has been part of her or a particular habit to throw a tantrum on certain objects such as those that she touches. It was pretty dangerous since she is holding a real blade. She can kill somebody with it, but she knows that it might violate the rules of the school. Awhile ago, remembering the face of her said partner or sparring mate, she frowned since she didn't mean it. Sometimes there's a side of her that appears unconsciously, as if she was not her, or rather a scary personality. She didn't know why she has that, but she shoved the feeling away. Instead, she focused on gliding the beautiful blade on her hands for further practice.

While she was about to do another turn, remembering the lectures of the professor, she blinked her eyes and then turned the other way around. First thing she did was point the blade directly and didn't throw it, but acted accordingly to her instinct. It would have been someone who would try to nudge her behind the back, or kill her, since she's the head of Nobari (though only a few, exactly less knew of her being the head) and she's involved with the Mafia, or there are other jealous students who wanted to injure her. Blinking her eyes from serious to the normal, it widened up to see a person. It must be a third year student, since she has seen him before. Not that familiar with the names but she can recall faces.

Cocking a brow, the brunette asked. "Oh my, sorry about that! What were you doing?!"

[/b] her voice was a bit panicky too, knowing that she did some good mistake, or have almost slashed the guy's throat if she feels like doing it so. Withdrawing the blade to her back, she helped the man out and looked at the side, seeing some books. Books? So he's going to the library? she questioned in her mind, though she doesn't know yet if this is the true motive.

Sooner or later, the door opened again. Since the blade was at her back already, she didn't throw the thing or scare the other person. She just saw... another person. She was beautiful... but there's another part that's saying that it is a he. Fayr was a bit confused with such face. The quality seemed fair enough. As she watched the other go to the blades and do something off, she stood up. "No, no don't do that, it's dangerous."[/b] says the woman who prefers her guns at the quarters.

Her eyes shifted to that hair though. It was long... so tempting... and looked really silky.[/blockquote][/div]

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I also noticed it. Oh dear, strange. XDD NOTES FOR YOU.

[LOCKE ROZENKRANTZ]

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[AZARIA IOURDANOU]

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you don't see me at all

Estimations for the various aspects of the sword began spinning through Az's head: length, width, weight... how much force it would take to fling into the wall as deep as it had gone... Unfortunately the dark haired third year didn't seem to want Az to look at the sword. Every time she got close, the male got in the way. The girl said it was dangerous, the guy wanted him to back up. This rather confused Az... it was just a sword, wasn't it? Swords didn't just swing themselves and start stabbing people unless they were enchanted or bewitched. But it didn't look enchanted or bewitched, did it?

But maybe it was! That would be interesting. Interesting enough to stay around and watch.

The ginger didn't need to come over to help; Az spun around and walked over to the wall, leaving the male alone on his own accord. She sat down, causing stray strands of dark hair and pale folds of the dress to pool around her like oil on snow. He would watch them for now, grey eyes flicking from one third year to the other, but maybe he would join in their games. That's what this was, right? A game of weapons. Twirl and slash and stab without hurting anyone... people in this school had such backwards forms of entertainment.


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[FAYR MASTERS]

JUST SAY THAT YOU LOVE ME, GO INSANE

You keep denying to our love, but I know you want me more, feel all pain

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She was told to go away in a very gentle manner. Well, that's odd. For a person who almost got killed due to her mainly movement, then why go risky and be nice about it? The brunette didn't know. Wouldn't he be running and complaining to the principal of the School? Poseidon would love to have her under punishment, but that wasn't necessary right? Having the meetings with other deities gave her some introductory on several aspects, but then again, she wasn't that much interested. She only wanted to see if the others are doing fine and well, then let them do what they want.

Why was she even wasting her time here at the fencing arena? She can just... practice at the headquarters. Elion or Kayre wouldn't really mind right, and so as the others, since she does it her own way or two. Anyhow, Fayr nodded and backed away carefully, since she was told to do so. If she even gripped that blade by her own hands, she would have interest on it and the urge to throw it on the head, or darting it such as doing a bulls-eye might be far enough to handle. Sighing, she responded softly. "Okay, okay, if you say so. It would have been a lovely toy."

[/b] The last word, 'toy', was a bit strange, but she just faded the meaning away with a rather cheerful smile.

As for the other who was still staring at them, and then now backed off so they can have some space, the brunette eyed at the newcomer. Still curious if it's a he or a she, her eyebrows knitted little. Who is this person? She hardly remembered names on the class, but the appearance is quite familiar. Worst, Fayr started to look over the hair of the other. How did she or he do it? It was so tempting to touch. The goddess of music restrained herself from poking it or whatever, and then diverted to the other direction. "What brings you here, guys?"[/b] she asked and then touched her blade again.

Seriously, if the two weren't there while she's practicing, she would have licked the blade to test how sharp it is. Yes, she gets scolded afterwards but it is one of her weird hobbies.[/blockquote][/div]

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Aw yew, staph boasting about the height! /i know Fayr here is the shortest 8U!!! and meh, ur grammar's improving -w-b~ and I see Ice 83 NOTES FOR YOU.

[LOCKE ROZENKRANTZ]

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[AZARIA IOURDANOU]

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you don't see me at all

Steel broadsword. Offensive weapon. Four pounds, four and a half feet... give or take a bit. One or two handed depending on how much speed or control you need. Az knew the stats. She knew the moves, the tactics, and the strategies; yet for the life of her, she couldn't remember where she learned them. Those memories were as lost as the memories of her history prior to coming to this school. Weapons were just something he knew about... just information that was innately embedded in his brain.

So she took the sword offered by the male, one hand on the hilt, the other supporting the blade to keep it steady. He seemed to look at it intently, withdrawn, despite the questions and comments coming from the other two; he acted almost as if they didn't exist at all. Standing back up, the inky-haired student spun the sword in a sweeping arc, alternating sides, testing it. She then began moving, almost dancing, to slash at and parry attacks from invisible, imagined foes. His footwork was as skilled as his swordsmanship, even with the dress.

What brings you here, guys?

That was a good question, and the most logical answer would have been something along the lines of "because the metal tip of a sword just barely missed penetrating my skull by a few inches so I thought I should go see what's up"... but Az was never quite that simple in his methods of communication. Instead, without missing a beat in her dance of the blade, she lunged right behind the red-headed girl, slicing her blade through the air right by her shoulder, just as the sword had not-quite struck Az a few moments ago.


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