07-04-2018, 12:56 AM
[align=center][div style=" background-color: transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 530px; min-height: 9px; font-family:; line-height: 110%; text-align: justify; padding: 20px"]"Oh, joy," Suiteheart meowed as Genevieve padded up, "I was hoping you'd join us." It was no secret she was not terribly fond of Genny. The girl was a harbinger of bad things, and Suite could hardly believe she had once been something far, far worse than the likes of Genny. Still, the Ecliptic Admiral did love Gen. Gen was Margy and vice versa - without meaning to, she did care deeply for the other though it was in a different way than she cared for Margaery. "And yeah, I'd hate to screw up everything you've got going on, Gen. Since you're so talented an' all."
Her attention was then focused again on the group gathered. Once everyone had mastered the perfect stance for battle, she figured she out to drop them headfirst into something else. Sink or swim, you know? The girl was mulling over what to start with when Washington approached. Excitement bubbled up within her, for she had wanted to see him in action. At his words, she shrugged lightly. "Fair enough, Washington. Sad thing is even experienced fighters get themselves injured and killed all the time," she murmured, flicking her tail. "Don't get me wrong, I'm all for teaching others to fight and defend themselves, but I'm not going to pressure anyone into doing something they're not comfortable with, you know?"
When Bastille arrived, she did crack a smile. He liked fighting a great deal, didn't he? She didn't even need to ask herself because, God, did she know. They were similar in that regard. Suiteheart always felt most alive on the field of battle: she enjoyed kicking ass and taking name. It was a hell of a stress reliever too. Her love of fighting was also the only reason she'd not ventured down the path of a medic. She felt Aerona stirring once more, almost pacing. Suite drowned her out. "Sounds good."
She surveyed their growing group, and then decided where she wanted to take this train next. "Alright, we've got enough to do some partner activities. Why doesn't everyone grab a partner, huh? Once we do that, we'll head on to the next step."
Her attention was then focused again on the group gathered. Once everyone had mastered the perfect stance for battle, she figured she out to drop them headfirst into something else. Sink or swim, you know? The girl was mulling over what to start with when Washington approached. Excitement bubbled up within her, for she had wanted to see him in action. At his words, she shrugged lightly. "Fair enough, Washington. Sad thing is even experienced fighters get themselves injured and killed all the time," she murmured, flicking her tail. "Don't get me wrong, I'm all for teaching others to fight and defend themselves, but I'm not going to pressure anyone into doing something they're not comfortable with, you know?"
When Bastille arrived, she did crack a smile. He liked fighting a great deal, didn't he? She didn't even need to ask herself because, God, did she know. They were similar in that regard. Suiteheart always felt most alive on the field of battle: she enjoyed kicking ass and taking name. It was a hell of a stress reliever too. Her love of fighting was also the only reason she'd not ventured down the path of a medic. She felt Aerona stirring once more, almost pacing. Suite drowned her out. "Sounds good."
She surveyed their growing group, and then decided where she wanted to take this train next. "Alright, we've got enough to do some partner activities. Why doesn't everyone grab a partner, huh? Once we do that, we'll head on to the next step."
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[glow=black,10,100]GOT MY DEGREE IN THE GUTTER,[/glow]
[glow=black,1,100]MY HEART BROKEN IN THE DORMS OF THE IVY LEAGUE