Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Mar 10, 2014 3:15:25 GMT
OPEN TO BROTHERHOOD OF ROGUES
Caitlin admired the blade as a glint of sunlight shimmered off the sharp edge as it was unsheathed, but before they got down to having any fun with it, there were a few important pointers that needed addressed. She waited till everyone was on board, then she signaled for the quarterdeck staff to pull in the gangplank. They did so double time and Cait turned with satisfaction toward the company assembled on the weather deck.
"Swordplay isn't a game, darlin'," Levi intoned the moment his feet hit the deck. "A game or not, I don't intend to lose."
"First and foremost, this is not a test. It is a trial, and trials unlike training or examinations, tests or quizzes, do not guarantee your safety or well-being. We do it for your own good, so we know that if we send you out there against our enemies, you'll stand a chance." she smiled, "here and now you have an advantage over real world spars because we like you and want you to succeed, but that is a slim, very slender advantage."
"And here is why," she circled the crew, twirling the hilt of her blade in her hand as she read off her mental checklist. "Part of our code as a brotherhood is that we protect our own, but until we say you've passed your trial, you are NOT one of our own, and therefore do not have our protection. If you die by our hands - or his," she pointed the tip of her blade at Isaac who was being brought a medical bag from the ships infirmary. "then that is too bad for you, and we'll wash our hands of your blood just as soon as we toss your carcass into the sea to feed the beasties in the ocean depths." Caitlin watched Levi's face for a reaction and the way he stood, his feet set for balance and his hands extended in front of him at the ready. It made her heart race. It was the rush of pending battle and she loved it. She met his eyes and could see that the thrill was not lost on him either. The man liked to flirt, as shown by yet another wink.
""When you're ready, I suppose." He told her, and she licked her lips, eager to strike but knowing there was something else that had to be said.
"This trial isn't just for you, bandit boy, its for the medic as well. If he wants to treat the wounds of his brothers and earn their loyalty in return he'll have to prove himself useful with more than a bag of tools and a lecture. I want to know how he reacts to the sight of blood, how he deals with a fresh cut, or possibly a deep puncture. As such," she lifted her brows meaningfully, knowing one way or another their medical applicant was going to get his hands dirty this day, "I wont go easy on you - so for your own sake, I would suggest not holding back." She used the singular term I, but if the flash of Sarah's blond hair she saw moments ago coming top side was any indication, then there was a solid chance she'd be passing the baton midway to let a true heavy hand with a sword take a swing (or two) at him. Caitlin was all finesse and fine fencing, whereas Sarah; should she choose to cut-in, was blunt force in all its glory.
"Any questions before we begin?" she asked both of them, finally coming full circle and turning her body 90 degrees to Levi's, planting her feet for balance so that she led with her right shoulder and made herself as thin a target as possible.
Caitlin admired the blade as a glint of sunlight shimmered off the sharp edge as it was unsheathed, but before they got down to having any fun with it, there were a few important pointers that needed addressed. She waited till everyone was on board, then she signaled for the quarterdeck staff to pull in the gangplank. They did so double time and Cait turned with satisfaction toward the company assembled on the weather deck.
"Swordplay isn't a game, darlin'," Levi intoned the moment his feet hit the deck. "A game or not, I don't intend to lose."
"First and foremost, this is not a test. It is a trial, and trials unlike training or examinations, tests or quizzes, do not guarantee your safety or well-being. We do it for your own good, so we know that if we send you out there against our enemies, you'll stand a chance." she smiled, "here and now you have an advantage over real world spars because we like you and want you to succeed, but that is a slim, very slender advantage."
"And here is why," she circled the crew, twirling the hilt of her blade in her hand as she read off her mental checklist. "Part of our code as a brotherhood is that we protect our own, but until we say you've passed your trial, you are NOT one of our own, and therefore do not have our protection. If you die by our hands - or his," she pointed the tip of her blade at Isaac who was being brought a medical bag from the ships infirmary. "then that is too bad for you, and we'll wash our hands of your blood just as soon as we toss your carcass into the sea to feed the beasties in the ocean depths." Caitlin watched Levi's face for a reaction and the way he stood, his feet set for balance and his hands extended in front of him at the ready. It made her heart race. It was the rush of pending battle and she loved it. She met his eyes and could see that the thrill was not lost on him either. The man liked to flirt, as shown by yet another wink.
""When you're ready, I suppose." He told her, and she licked her lips, eager to strike but knowing there was something else that had to be said.
"This trial isn't just for you, bandit boy, its for the medic as well. If he wants to treat the wounds of his brothers and earn their loyalty in return he'll have to prove himself useful with more than a bag of tools and a lecture. I want to know how he reacts to the sight of blood, how he deals with a fresh cut, or possibly a deep puncture. As such," she lifted her brows meaningfully, knowing one way or another their medical applicant was going to get his hands dirty this day, "I wont go easy on you - so for your own sake, I would suggest not holding back." She used the singular term I, but if the flash of Sarah's blond hair she saw moments ago coming top side was any indication, then there was a solid chance she'd be passing the baton midway to let a true heavy hand with a sword take a swing (or two) at him. Caitlin was all finesse and fine fencing, whereas Sarah; should she choose to cut-in, was blunt force in all its glory.
"Any questions before we begin?" she asked both of them, finally coming full circle and turning her body 90 degrees to Levi's, planting her feet for balance so that she led with her right shoulder and made herself as thin a target as possible.