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Post by mikhail ivanov on Jun 13, 2015 4:53:05 GMT
 ALL THOSE MOMENTS will be lost in time like tears in rain Silvery early-evening sunlight trickled down onto the sparring grounds through mackarel clouds. A light breeze stirred the fresh-cut grass. Rows of weapons glinted dull on their wooden racks. Somewhere in the nearby wood, a songbird trilled. Mikhail stood by himself, listening to the song and testing the edge of a longsword. A few apprentices sparred with their trainers, pairs scattered across the grassy flat. On a typical evening, Mikhail would have been practicing as well, but today he had been tasked an a-typical assignment. Tutor the Ambassador. Trinity. Everyone knew about her training sessions with Lara by now: the Masters didn't care. If Trinity wanted to learn how to fight, let her. No harm in it. Not as much as there might be in telling a Princess "no". Tonight, Lara was off on a mission. They needed someone to step in for her. Would Mikhail be willing...? It wasn't really a question. More like a polite notification. So Mikhail had shown up at the training grounds early, to find a good blade (with a dulled edge) and to warm up. Mikhail hadn't really spoken with Trinity since that evening in the dining hall. Still. He had enjoyed the conversation and felt a little more relaxed about the session than he might have otherwise. It wasn't in his nature to be informal or familiar in a situation like this with someone of her rank. But, chances were, her reception would be less detatched than it would have been a few weeks ago. MADE BY VEL OF GS |
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Post by Trinity Mouser on Jun 13, 2015 5:38:18 GMT
She had been training for a good while, felt pretty confident in her skill. She wondered who it was that planned to have trained her today, nobody bothered to inform her it was going to be the keyblader Mikhail.
Walking down to the training arena, with her more favorite leather dress, for easier movement. She was partially taken away, they were sacrificing a keyblader for her? Sure she had grown close to Emilio from that one save with the creepy dude... In the forest, an incident that made her bit more cautious on the ground. But just, him? She couldn't even recall his name, all she could even remember was that they had lunch together when she first came here.
Approaching him, she decided to start up the conversation, subconscious suddenly at this great gift given to her. "I-I, hello, good sir." She gave a courtesy showing her princess manners. It was always within a princess power to hide the fact she forgot a man's name... it was how wars started, honestly how could she forget?
Feeling slightly embarrassed at her lost of memory, she turned a shade of red, walked past him to her sword. She really hoped her worries didn't make her lose balance or anything... Holding up the sword, she began with a stammer, "Wha-wha-what do you wa-wa-want to start with?"
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Post by mikhail ivanov on Jun 13, 2015 8:05:43 GMT
ALL THOSE MOMENTS will be lost in time like tears in rain As Trinity approached, Mikhail lowered the blade and turned to greet her. She drew near and addressed him in a timid, shy voice. "I-I, hello, good sir." "Good evening, Trinity." Mikhail bowed slightly, in response to the princess's formal little curtsey. It seemed strange to call her by her first name after being addressed as "good sir" but she had preferred a first-name basis at their first (and only) meeting. Counter-intuitive, yes, but it seemed the most polite thing to do. Trinity's embarrassment left her tutor puzzled. What.. was the matter? Her face looked like a cherry. Finding her sword with the quickness of familiarity, Trinity turned back to Mikhail and stammered, "Wha-wha-what do you wa-wa-want to start with?" Oh, yeah. He'd forgotten about the stammering. Maybe Trinity was nervous about training with a keyblader? A little intimidated? Well. Working with someone you weren't familiar made most people at least a little uncomfortable. "To warm up, let's just run through the sets you've learned so far." Mikhail kept his voice and stance relaxed, to help Trinity feel more comfortable. He was a patient teacher. This session wouldn't be anything she needed to worry about. Readying his sword, Mikhail continued. "Start with the first exercise you learned. Take your time, and focus on being relaxed."MADE BY VEL OF GS |
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Post by Trinity Mouser on Jun 18, 2015 7:00:57 GMT
He greeted her with her name, this made her turn a shade of even brighter red. he remembered her name! But she forgot his! Of course' logic told her it was because she was a princess, but what it was more than that? Just how could she forgot the legendary keyblader's name? What sort of princess was she? Ambassador? How would her royal line ever let her live this down?
Still unsure she listened as the keyblader began instructing her glade for his calm relaxed words and stance. She gave a nod to his words, still slightly embarrassed but soon feeling much better as she focused on her breathing and gathering control of the blade. Soon as she was ready and prepared emptying her mind only just the practice, she felt her confidence rise along with the focus. Once her focus she charged him just as lara taught her to do so, just a minor basic warm-up with absolutely no overpowering or quick movements. Just something to get control of her own self-conscience and insecurities.
This place was home, as a home she must learn to defend it. With learning to defend it she must learn to improve her own attack so that no other would attack. That was how it should be, Lara taught her was it meant to hold something closely and never letting it go. A thief might just steal it from you, as it were you never deserved it if you are willing to let it go. Though always consider the thief's reason for stealing and attacking as it may, there might be more going on... Such as starving on the streets for food, something a Princess should always be weary of.
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Post by mikhail ivanov on Jun 25, 2015 10:16:31 GMT
ALL THOSE MOMENTS will be lost in time like tears in rain It took her a moment to relax, to focus. Mikhail waited quietly, only changing his position when Trinity took a fighting stance. Her first attack came smooth and slow. This was just some simple movement to get her muscles warmed up. Mikhail nodded as he lightly parried a blow. "Good. Very good." Wrists firm, but not stiff. Solid stance. Trinity had learned the basics well: frankly, Mikhail hadn't expected her to be this far along. Trinity didn't seem like a person who would take naturally to swordsmanship. Light on her feet, yes. Graceful, yes. But combat required more than mere speed or strength. Mikhail noted that his pupil had a good eye, and some strength of character to boot. It wasn't easy for a library-haunting novice to make this kind of progress. It took hard work. And some grit. They worked through the move sets Trinity knew, sparring without really trying to strike each other. Finally, Mikhail pulled away and nodded. "Good work, Trinity. Now, we'll move on to a training duel." After correcting some mistakes and giving Trinity some instruction on how to improve her technique further, Mikhail explained the rules of engagement for a duel. He reassured her that he would keep to the same kind of moves she knew: this would be a challenge, but not an impossible one. "This fight won't be unwinnable; I'm going to give you openings. But I'll also use strokes more advanced than you're used to dealing with. Remember: often times, speed of hand and mind wins a fight, not brute strength. Be patient: the patient ones are more dangerous than hot-heads and braggarts." Mikhail raised his sword. "Are you ready?"MADE BY VEL OF GS |
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Post by Trinity Mouser on Jul 10, 2015 2:52:49 GMT
She listened to his words, taking everything to heart simply because he was the legendary keyblader. When he asked if she was ready, she gave a nod raising her sword preparing to countar-strike any of his moves, maybe even proving herself worthy of this legendary wisdom and peace.
She made the first move, her movement mimicking something lara would have pulled, something a little more daring and cautious. The move of course' was slightly sloppy as it was not her own original style, rather just mimicry of another's. |
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