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Post by Tyrell O'Callaghan on Aug 16, 2015 4:16:34 GMT
Open to MI The news had been troubling of what Danny had explained in regards to what she had planned for the city. Perhaps he should have given it more of a chance or waited to read more on it since he wasn't entirely sure if he was understanding it well given that he could have missed or misheard key words in that conversation between Edelweiss Fjäril and Danny Ravensdale. Part of him had debated on leaving but that would do nothing. There was a special place in his heart that he held for both Lone Bateleur and Danny and he wanted to be there to protect them. As such, he was currently within an empty room of MI he'd turned into a practicing ring of sorts. Targets were strung up or bolted to the ground for aiming. Nearby there were resources of dirt, water, and a set of matches for fire for any elemental casters that wished to utilize them. It had taken time to build, but the reward would be well worth it, he was certain.
While Tyrell thought to himself, he continued to punch at one of the dummies until it snapped and went crashing to the floor with the last time his fist connected into the thing. Slow, even breathes escaped him while sweat beaded on his forehead. He'd have to speak with Danny or maybe Jakobi Frost. He hadn't seen Jak since Tyrell had returned to Lodan. What changed? He'd need to know that as well. There were new members, new faces he'd need to eventually meet.
She was working on her MI HQ map, a daunting, never-ending task that she was regretting having ever started. A new corridor, a new set of doors all made themselves known as she explored their spiderweb of halls. A crashing sound caused the tiny hairs on the back of her neck prick and stand on end. Quickly tucking her sketching materials into her shoulder back, she ran toward the noise. What she found was yet another uncharted space, full of training materials and one man. Her run slowed to a walk and she raised her hand in an uncertain wave. Uncertain because she wasn't sure if he'd want her there, disrupting his practice.
Last Edit: Aug 16, 2015 8:32:43 GMT by Clairee Donya
Post by Tyrell O'Callaghan on Aug 16, 2015 7:23:05 GMT
The snapping of the figure hadn't even registered to him until he went to throw another punch and realized here was nothing to hit. Panicked, he stumbled forward and picked up the monster shaped target then tried in vain to place it back to where it originally had been. The slight movement of another person caught his attention and he looked to Clairee as his thick brows knitted together. He had recalled the girl from when they'd all been grouped together and fought against the shadow beast they'd slayed but now she stood before him while he was covered in sweat. He canted his head downward and shied slightly, dropping the dummy as he did. "Clairee...?" That was her name, right? He'd been gone so long it almost shamed him not to know for certain.
Clair nodded her head 'yes' and proceeded deeper into the room. Perhaps she could help him remount the dummy on its post. "Need a hand?" She offered, not sure if he could make out the words if he couldn't hear - but somehow he always seemed to figure it out somehow. She waited for a response before touching any of his things.
Post by Tyrell O'Callaghan on Aug 16, 2015 8:06:28 GMT
His eyes fell onto her lips and then the dummy. The post it had been on would need to be replaced but that was easy enough. In a corner of the large room, there were extra posts and half finished dummies alongside several tools they could use without breaking in their hands but his mind was not focused on that. Instead, he shook his head in reply. "Clairee? What is going? What happened to the guild? What are we doing?" Again, his eyes moved back to her face.
His pointed questions made her bristle. She shrugged and chewed the corner of her lip. After a pause she met his gaze and tipped her head to one side. "We're fighting back.... for equality and such, for better living conditions in the hovel and for the working class. We're going to make things worse for everyone - and hope that maybe they'll come out of it wanting to make everything better for everyone. At least... thats the goal anyway." She herself wasn't whole-heartedly into it, but she told herself that her disconnect with the mission was due to her privileged life as a farmers daughter. She might not be high class, but she wasn't a bum begging for bread in the hovel. Maybe she was part of the problem and that this whole thing would open her eyes to a reality she never understood before.
Of course there were her brothers to think of, in the EIRAL but she worried if anyone ever knew, she'd get kicked out as a liability. Never once had she snitched on her guild, but if they even considered the potential for her to turn on them - they might not let her stay.
Post by Tyrell O'Callaghan on Aug 16, 2015 8:30:25 GMT
"I don't understand how. The way it sounded is we starve everyone and then deliver the supplies we took that made them starve in the first place. What if the humans only grow desperate and hurt I people further for it, for what little was left...?" A heavy sigh escaped him at his lack of understanding and then he made his way over to the spare posts and tools. "Clairee, is this the only way? Is this right," he asked after returning back to where he had been moments ago with the items in hand. His voice was soft and gentle as he looked to her though his eyes fell down to her bag before returning back to her lips. "I'm sorry. These aren't questions I should ask but I am confused."
Clairee shrugged, not sure what questions were proper and which were taboo. "You should ask Lasair about those things, since he's the 2IC and everything. But I dont mind either way." She stood by and waited for him to return with his tools and materials. When he did, she helped to hold the post in place as he remounted the dummy. "Kinda glad now that it isn't my job... given how ---- grim our tactics have turned." Was that the right word for it?
Post by Tyrell O'Callaghan on Aug 16, 2015 9:14:32 GMT
Tyrell knelt beside the broken post and took the wrench in hand after setting aside the new post that Clairee took up. "I am not certain whom that is," he replied softly and then focused his eyes on her lips while feeling around with his hands for each bolt to bring the wrench to. The task was a bit difficult with not being able to see what he was doing, but he got along just fine as he'd had to learn to adapt in other situations before. "Maybe it is best not to talk about such sad things. Do you fight, Clairee?"
The suggestion to abandon the sad topics made her smile the tiniest bit. He was good with multitasking - erecting the new post without even looking as his hands did the work and his eyes stayed on her and the conversation at hand. As for fighting.... She blushed.
"Just with Ice," she admitted. She had two levels of frostmancy under her belt, but she hadn't tried hard enough to learn new skills when the opportunity arose. Sneaking into the skills merchant shop for magic powers was hard when everyone knew your brothers and that meant she was supposed to be human and buy human skills in there. "But I'd like to learn," She added belatedly. She really did want to be more useful, more self sufficient. She didn't like feeling weak or like she was falling behind the rest of her peers.
"You fight?" She asked, then felt stupid for bothering since he was already sweating from his practice with the last combat dummy. "Can you show me?" She asked instead.
Post by Tyrell O'Callaghan on Aug 16, 2015 9:35:58 GMT
With a nod, he scooped up the tool and the broken post before walking away to dump them off to the side. Later, he'd refurbish the post and put the tool away, but for now, he made his way over to where he'd set aside resources for the elements and beckoned Clairee over. "You said ice? I take that is what you specialize in? I have these for people to practice their magic with, to do what they can with any of them. You're welcome to utilize this place if you would like." He offered her a smile afterwards then back peddled so he could still see her face. He stopped short of one dummy and waited to see her reply if she gave one before reaching out to pat the structure. "There's lots of way of fighting and these will help to practice on." Again, he beckoned her over before raising an elbow to pat. "Knees and elbows are the hardest part of the body. Best to fight with." To demonstrate such, he shifted his weight back onto his right foot as he drew his left arm closer to his face then pushed forward, shoving his elbow forward to crack it against the face of the dummy. Drawing back, he looked to her again and nodded to the bowl. "You could try freezing some of that water and aiming the shards at the dummy. Shards of ice are sharp enough to pierce often enough. Aim it in a vital area and you can kill with it." It bothered him that he knew how to fight and that he should need to, but to not know would have been foolish. After all, he'd learnt out of necessity to begin with.
Post by Lasair Landevier Lupen on Aug 16, 2015 10:07:31 GMT
“I want to go…someplace new,” Lasair decided, and then began walking through the halls. It was probably just his imagination, but whenever he thought about where he wanted to go in the building, he just sort of found his way there. Today he didn’t know where he wanted to go though. Only that he needed to get away from the city streets for a time.
After quite a bit of wandering, he heard a distant thud. Sound meant people. Lasair loves people, especially MI people, so he turned to follow the sound. After weaving his way through more halls, he came to a makeshift training area. Not too shabby, but he still preferred his spot outside. And at the far end were two familiar faces; Clairee and Tyrell. The red head waved at the two of them as he walked over, and then promptly stepped back as a combat lesson seemed to be happening. Combat wasn’t exactly what the 2IC did well, if at all.
Staying a few feet back, he waiting until he had the attention of both people before speaking. “How’s training?”
The thud of a half-eaten mint on the hard floor of the MI HQ startled Jak awake. He sat up from his near diagonal seated position and closed his mouth, wiping his chin on his sleeve. Evidently, he'd fallen asleep again. The chairs hear were substantially softer than the alleyways in the hovel. He stood up and stretched, then bent down to retrieve the sweet from the floor. There was quite a lot of dust and a few stray carpet fibres stuck to, so he tossed it sadly. Exiting the spare room (one of many in the expansive headquarters) he stretched again and heard....voices? Jak sauntered down the hall to where the sounds drifted from an ajar door, to take a nose at who it was making the kerfuffle.
Post by Tyrell O'Callaghan on Aug 25, 2015 4:18:40 GMT
Tyrell caught sight of the bright hair from the corner of his eyes and straightened before stepping away from the dummy. He waited for Lasair's lips to stop moving before he went to gather his jerkin and the pancho to fasten back onto his person. "Good," he replied simply as he tugged the leather back into place then lifted his eyes to see the reply though behind Lasair he spotted another head. "Jak," he asked hesitantly, unsure if he really was seeing the previous guild leader in the opening of the door or not. "Jak," he called again and beckoned the other in before letting his gaze fall back to Lasair. He didn't know who he was. "Who are you?"
Post by Clairee Donya on Aug 26, 2015 19:24:08 GMT
Clairee listened to every word and her eyes recorded each movement that Tyrell made. It wasn't her favorite idea of all time, but it couldn't hurt to know how to protect herself at the very least. After All, the city could be a very dangerous place. Even the forest could be too....
Before she had a chance to embarrass herself trying to immitate his lessons, Lasair entered the room. Her checks burned a tinge of red. She wasn't about to make a fool of herself in front of him. Instead she twined her arms behind her back and rocked on her heels as Tyrell greeted him........ and Jak.
And Jak?
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