05-11-2018, 01:45 AM
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I GOT A BONE TO PICK
[W]iskerI GOT A BONE TO PICK
[div style="background-color:#BG COLOR;width:90%; overflow: stretch;text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt;"] Argus feels so much lighter now. As if her past could be easily replaced with the comforting hum of a handle she had not expected to see. There was something easy about her relationship with muramasa. Without expectations and just about comfort. Seeking it in each other, seeking it along the battle field where they could lay waste to their enemies. She wouldn't ever admit to anyone that her sword had a conscious- but spirit touched blade usually did. Zanpakutō's usually did. But her role in this earth wasn't something to really discus- her job punishment was a carefully woven part of her that she could not- should not reveal to any walking mortal.
It wasn't a realization, just a reminder. And it tugged slightly at her own fractured heart as she saw the little vodoo master to be approach the scene. Taking a look around and feeling a proud smile settled onto her expression as she watched the other. Honestly- argus was a bit surprised to see the other pull a woven satchel of her weapon of choice. Scissors where not common but crafty. It already clued argus a little to the crewmate's fighting style. Methodical, personal and dangerous in battle. The last part was glimmered within the way she seemed at ease with the weapon. Handles falling into the medic's careful paws like it belonged- like welcoming home something lost.
The smirk that settled across her features at the question was more of a challange than anything else. Pincher had told her to arm her crewmates. He wouldn't reconsider what he said until one of them used them in a fight against each other he was sure. Yet that was maybe one of the points that argus had chosen to select a rug for fighting. Not just to see their potential with the blade but to reassure herself that they could handle themselves. To show the leader too, that they knew the dangers of carrying weapons within camp. Argus would not let them leave that ring without knowing that a blade could so quickly be turned against them. "You got to earn em first lily".
The tragic part of it was when little keona approached. The challenge- the rush of fight seemed to send a jolt of cold when she directed her attention to the small fey feline. Argus grew up in a war torn clan, and even then she taught herself most of what she knew. Brawling with strangers and enemies alike. Getting cuts and bruises. But it did not compare to her first raid. Nothing could really prepare keona for something like that. Being blind no less would only mae her an easy target.
She watched the other shuffle through the weapons tensly thinking. They were all probably a little to big for her, but she could probably pull something and make her something. A kunai small enough for her jaws. Maybe a full set that would work well enough. But for now she had to make do. Coming behind the kitten carefully and pulling one of the cloth satchels- and ripping the bag apart. First thing first. Argus had to make her less of a target. Even without a weapon she could still take something from this exercise. " You know how to tie a knot Keona?" She pulled a thin layer of the ripped cloth and set it down before the her tiny paws.
" First part of a fight is the way you look. Keona you look weak and your murky eyes are a good enough sign that you are blind. Tie this around your eyes." Argus' words were harsh from the usual chipper. Dull red eyes narrowed as she seemed to glare at the ground before the kit. She always regretted this. Teaching kids. But she would not halve ass this. Not allow a child enter the battlefield unprepared. She would not. "It will add a level of uncertancy in your enemies. While you did not choose to not and be able to see, your enemies will not know that this way. Plant a seed of doubt into their head"
This was the issue with teaching a class. There was no room for individuality. No room to train one on one- no time to really analyze someone with a blade. Or see the way the other seemed to slump over bag of new awarded weapons. Could not predict the other's fimiluarity had anything to do with a bloodstained cloak and a body ending up in the streets. Maybe later- much later she could reflect and come talk to lily about her predictions. But for now she merely flashed the other a tight smile. Some of the earlier emotion set deep into her eyes. The regret, but the set to teach. To arm- to protect. "Would you like to set up to the mats and show me what you got Lilypoise? Or settle with one of the dummies for now?"
Now the need to fight was of a different nature. She didn't want to have to deal with this unkempt emotion. Wanted to battle out this frustration, this hopelessness, this knowing thing. Knowing knowing knowing. The watcher could only watch Keona disappear later in life. Pray that she would take these things argus tells her to heart and never approach a battlefeld until she had someone to back her. Unlike Argus had. The world was a dark and gruesome place and argus was a fool for forgetting it. Argus was a fool for thinking Keona would be safe in the typhoon, with even these words argus told her now. It was nothing. Nothing but a warning she hoped the kit would take.
Maybe a raid was in order after this lession.
It wasn't a realization, just a reminder. And it tugged slightly at her own fractured heart as she saw the little vodoo master to be approach the scene. Taking a look around and feeling a proud smile settled onto her expression as she watched the other. Honestly- argus was a bit surprised to see the other pull a woven satchel of her weapon of choice. Scissors where not common but crafty. It already clued argus a little to the crewmate's fighting style. Methodical, personal and dangerous in battle. The last part was glimmered within the way she seemed at ease with the weapon. Handles falling into the medic's careful paws like it belonged- like welcoming home something lost.
The smirk that settled across her features at the question was more of a challange than anything else. Pincher had told her to arm her crewmates. He wouldn't reconsider what he said until one of them used them in a fight against each other he was sure. Yet that was maybe one of the points that argus had chosen to select a rug for fighting. Not just to see their potential with the blade but to reassure herself that they could handle themselves. To show the leader too, that they knew the dangers of carrying weapons within camp. Argus would not let them leave that ring without knowing that a blade could so quickly be turned against them. "You got to earn em first lily".
The tragic part of it was when little keona approached. The challenge- the rush of fight seemed to send a jolt of cold when she directed her attention to the small fey feline. Argus grew up in a war torn clan, and even then she taught herself most of what she knew. Brawling with strangers and enemies alike. Getting cuts and bruises. But it did not compare to her first raid. Nothing could really prepare keona for something like that. Being blind no less would only mae her an easy target.
She watched the other shuffle through the weapons tensly thinking. They were all probably a little to big for her, but she could probably pull something and make her something. A kunai small enough for her jaws. Maybe a full set that would work well enough. But for now she had to make do. Coming behind the kitten carefully and pulling one of the cloth satchels- and ripping the bag apart. First thing first. Argus had to make her less of a target. Even without a weapon she could still take something from this exercise. " You know how to tie a knot Keona?" She pulled a thin layer of the ripped cloth and set it down before the her tiny paws.
" First part of a fight is the way you look. Keona you look weak and your murky eyes are a good enough sign that you are blind. Tie this around your eyes." Argus' words were harsh from the usual chipper. Dull red eyes narrowed as she seemed to glare at the ground before the kit. She always regretted this. Teaching kids. But she would not halve ass this. Not allow a child enter the battlefield unprepared. She would not. "It will add a level of uncertancy in your enemies. While you did not choose to not and be able to see, your enemies will not know that this way. Plant a seed of doubt into their head"
This was the issue with teaching a class. There was no room for individuality. No room to train one on one- no time to really analyze someone with a blade. Or see the way the other seemed to slump over bag of new awarded weapons. Could not predict the other's fimiluarity had anything to do with a bloodstained cloak and a body ending up in the streets. Maybe later- much later she could reflect and come talk to lily about her predictions. But for now she merely flashed the other a tight smile. Some of the earlier emotion set deep into her eyes. The regret, but the set to teach. To arm- to protect. "Would you like to set up to the mats and show me what you got Lilypoise? Or settle with one of the dummies for now?"
Now the need to fight was of a different nature. She didn't want to have to deal with this unkempt emotion. Wanted to battle out this frustration, this hopelessness, this knowing thing. Knowing knowing knowing. The watcher could only watch Keona disappear later in life. Pray that she would take these things argus tells her to heart and never approach a battlefeld until she had someone to back her. Unlike Argus had. The world was a dark and gruesome place and argus was a fool for forgetting it. Argus was a fool for thinking Keona would be safe in the typhoon, with even these words argus told her now. It was nothing. Nothing but a warning she hoped the kit would take.
Maybe a raid was in order after this lession.