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Post by Zee on Jul 1, 2005 4:00:06 GMT
"That's great! I came ready!" Zee replied, grinning as she held up her wand, and a practice kendo sword. "I'm wondering if someone can give me some lessons in swordsmanship." Zee clambered up onto the raised portion of the duelling hall, and smiled at Ashlle.
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Post by Kezaa (retired) on Jul 2, 2005 19:58:33 GMT
(OOC) My appologies for my delayed and shoddy reply.
(BIC) "Zee, its been a while." Kez said, offering a boyish grin to one of the students whom were kind-hearted enough to help in bring his life back from the other side. He certainly had much to be grateful for. However, Kez wondered if Zee would even recognize him, as he actually looked several years younger than he appeared when she saw Kezaa's spectral self.
"And if you need sword lessons, you've come to the right training camp. I've already taken Ashlle in my tutilage, and there's always room for more. What do you say?" Kezaa inquired as he tilted his head inquisitively and crossed his arms, hoping for a positive response.
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Zee
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Post by Zee on Jul 2, 2005 21:14:31 GMT
Zee's eyes widened as she recognized the voice of the boy in front of her. He looked younger than she remembered, but then again, what she remembered was basically a ghost. You couldn't be sure with those.
"Kezaa? Kezaa Reshinder Krushiev? The dead kid! How ya doin'? Noticably less dead, which is a good thing, and yes, I would very much like to train under you!" Zee said, with a wide grin. She walked over and poked his shoulder, just to make sure he was alive.
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Ashlle G. Rainier
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Post by Ashlle G. Rainier on Jul 5, 2005 15:19:04 GMT
Ashlle laughed lightly
"We'll now he's a very alive demon so be careful poking him." She was, of course kidding. Under most circumstances Kezaa wouldn't hurt a fly.
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Zee
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Post by Zee on Jul 6, 2005 1:47:50 GMT
"Demon?" Zee repeated, increduously. She thought back to the night that Kezaa was resurrected. Someone had mentioned a demon. Zee, at the time, had thought that they were refering to the odd vampire that had shown up. "You don't seem all that demonic, Kezaa." Zee said, looking Kezaa up and down, seeing nothing that stood out as being very demony. "Are you the good kind- what I'm I saying, of course you're the good kind! I'd be dead right now if you weren't. Or perhaps demons aren't that black and white." Zee lapsed into silence as she continued to ponder the many mysteries of the demon kind.
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Post by Kezaa (retired) on Jul 7, 2005 2:27:09 GMT
"I guess I'm a good kind of something!" Kez replied, wiping aside a tear from his eye after breaking the supression of his giggles. Zee was just as he remembered, and he was definitely looking forward to training these students.
"I'm not even sure of what I am, myself. And the strange thing is, nobody else does, either. I've talked to many a creature since my return, and none have been able to recognize my scent, my brainwaves, nothing. But you know, I rather would prefer not dwelling on such things as title, or whatever the hell is in my blood." Kez walked away as he spoke, looking out into the night sky which laid out just beyond the open window up high in the chamber. He seemed entranced, frozen in place by the warm summer breeze that blew in and fluttered his feathery, blonde hair. He turned to them with a serene look in his eyes, and offered them a gentle smile.
"Afterall, you never know just how much time you have left in this life."
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Shae
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Post by Shae on Jul 7, 2005 12:41:03 GMT
"Grief, does anyone?" Asked the phantom as she stepped out of the frost patch on the wall.
Though lately she had been going full ball in the Hospital Wing, the ghost wanted to keep her small skill with a blade sharp. Growing up in a different country, where she had a blade as backup to her wand - which was often confiscated by teacher, stepped on, and a little too close to an explosion - the ghost had a little more knowledge with the blade than she thought.
But working a real blade the way she was used to was out of the question now, and there were other things she was learning when it came to how being dead worked. Perhaps she cound create a solid blade from ehter that she could weald?
"Is this a private party? Or may anyone practice?" She asked, smiling at Kezaa, and everyone else. Mostly at Kezaa, because he was the only person there she knew.
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Zee
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Post by Zee on Jul 8, 2005 0:31:21 GMT
Zee, personally, thought Kezaa was one-of-a-kind, and that was really all that mattered. She'd been about to say so when a ghost floated through the wall. "Hi! I think it's pretty open. If they'll have me, they'll take just about anyone!" she said, brightly.
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Post by Kezaa (retired) on Jul 8, 2005 7:08:44 GMT
"Shae? Hello, dear." Kez said as he tilted his head in the direction of the ethreal breeze. He thought it a tad curious that such a contrastingly chilled wind would intermix with such a warm breeze like the one tonight. Of course, it was the spirit of that girl, who's spirit was, for lack of a better word, insupressible. And he rather appreciated her company greatly, even if it was brief, while he was in limbo. There were many spirits that were much less....endearing, so to say, than this tender and caring spirit named Shae.
"Yes, I think Zee just put it better than I ever could have. I'm sure I can help you interact with this plane of reality at your very whim in no time."
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Ashlle G. Rainier
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Post by Ashlle G. Rainier on Jul 8, 2005 15:32:26 GMT
"Shall we get started?" asked Ashlle wondering how many people were going to join Kezaa's Training.
"I wish to know of there is anything other than slashing I can do. I mean somthing faster. All my victoms seem to be running away faster than I can hit them."
She looked worried - like somehow she didn't think all this would be enough.
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Shae
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Post by Shae on Jul 9, 2005 5:06:20 GMT
The ghost knew a bit of fighting, and was ready to share what she knew with anyone who cared to know.
"Thank you Kez." The apparition said, grateful for the acceptance.
"When an opponent is fast, they may sacrifice their accuracy to keep that speed. They'll make lots of shallow cuts to make you weaker and weaker until they can walk up to you and kill you with little resistance." She said.
The dead girl wanted to lay a comforting hand on the girl, but knew it would be a bad idea. She could turn the blood in a person's viens to ice as easily as she made ice and chilled bandages for the Hospital Wing.
That was a weapon in itself, she supposed, as she looked around at everyone again.
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Post by Kezaa (retired) on Jul 9, 2005 5:23:35 GMT
"Hrm," Kez breathed, raising a hand to his chin in a thoughtful gesture as he took in Shae's insight.
"Its good to know that I won't be the only combat expert in this training camp. I think there will be many good things to come of this."
(OOC) Greh, sorry for that total non-post. My Rping mojo just fell in the toilet, with virtually no hope of being salvaged. XP
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Shae
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Post by Shae on Jul 9, 2005 5:34:09 GMT
The phantom glowed a little, embarrassed by Kezaa's praise.
"I'm not an expert, I just lived with a sword on my belt an an attitude problem. I'm speaking from personal experience, when I was learning to fight."
She had once sacrificed speed for accuracy, it had not ended well. She had also once ignored accuracy in hope of getting in enough shallow, bleeding cuts that her opponent hadn't been able to keep up. It hadn't really ended much better.
"I think, please note that I'm not sure of this, I think that agility is as important as accuracy, and more important that speed. Speed needs to be maintained, and is tiring. The agile can stand still until they need to move, then move quickly and rest again."
(ooc: It's alright Kez, you'll think of something. I know I have no idea how the Hell I'm going to practice. *shrug*)
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Zee
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Post by Zee on Jul 10, 2005 21:51:38 GMT
"Then the agile shall get fat if nothing comes around to make them move." Zee proclaimed sagely. She held up her practice sword in a mock action star pose, and raised one eyebrow questioningly. "Shall we start something?" She started to flail the sword about like a lunatic, thankfully far enough away from the others to prevent them getting clipped. A particularly enthusiastic lunge coupled with a psuedo pirouette made her lose her footing, and she flopped onto the cushioned matting of the duelling floor like a fish onto land. She rolled over nonchalantly, struck a pose, and looked up at Kezaa and Shae. "So, what do you think? Any potential?" she asked, eyes glinting with laughter.
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Shae
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Post by Shae on Jul 11, 2005 0:31:31 GMT
The ghost bit her lip to keep herself from laughing, or even from smiling too much.
"Very amusing, not very intimidating. Cuts like that might land lucky, but you're really just wearing yourself out." She said, when she was sure she wouldn't chuckle while she spoke.
Turning away with a smile, the phantom tried to form a blade from the ether.
The air around her wavered, and a silver light blossomed in her hand. It started to form a blade, but the image of Zee tripping over herself reappeared in her mind, and the blade vanished back into the ether.
She sighed and instead reached for one of the wooden practice sword with her dead magic.
It rose and, moving as if she held it, swung with some air of professional danger, but it was hard for her to hold it. Small bottles of potions following her about the Hospital Wing was much easier than making the sword swing, lunge, attack and parrie(sp?).
The phantom sighed again as it fell gently to the ground.
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